Small wood

When it was just dawn, Amu heard the sound of Dad coming back, rubbed his eyes and sat up, Gu Lin beside him was not asleep, his eyelashes were still trembling, his breathing was not steady, he huddled a little away from Amu, Amu immediately got out of bed, put his hands on the edge of the bed, and asked in a low voice: "Young Master Gu, does your body hurt?"

Gu Lin still didn't speak, and Amu has never said a word since he saw him until now, except for the pain when he cut off the carrion.He wasn't annoyed either, and was going to get some hot water to wipe his sweat from the pain, and change some medicine for him.

As soon as he walked out of the back room, he saw Father and Mother talking, and Amu yelled, throwing himself on Father: "Why did you come back so late, Father?"

Father smiled and rubbed his hair: "Father found a doctor who is willing to go out of the city, pick him up before nightfall today, you and A Niang stay at home and don't go out, take care of Young Master Gu."

Amu nodded hurriedly: "I will take good care of Mr. Gu, Daddy has to come back soon!" As he said that, he took out the knife in his pocket, and took the arrow given by Uncle Tong on the table: "When Daddy comes back, teach me Shoot the fox, I want to exchange the fox fur for some beautiful clothes for A Niang!"

Father couldn't help laughing, looking very happy, but A Niang looked sad, looking at Father as if saying goodbye: "You have to be careful."

"Don't worry, everything has been taken care of." Father said, and kissed Mother on the forehead.

Amu smiled, they are always so close in front of him, he has long been used to it.

After taking the pounded medicine and white cloth, Amu entered the room: "Young Master Gu, the medicine has been changed."

Gu Lin was still the same as yesterday, with his eyes downcast as if he was asleep all the time, and he didn't talk to him. Amu thought that Gu Lin's illness would be cured when his father came back, and also thought that his father could teach him Shooting the fox, no matter how you think and how happy you are, you can't help but talk more, regardless of whether Gu Lin listens or likes to listen.

"Mr. Gu, do you know the red fox in the mountains? That fox is much more beautiful than that kind of dingy, dirty and rough fox. Its fur is as smooth as water. When it walks in the woods, it looks like a red cloud. When it meets the sun It's like glowing again."

"My father said that my mother came from the city. When I first came here, I always got lost in the woods. My father kept looking for it. Later, my father planted a row of almond trees for my mother, and asked my mother to follow the tree. Let's go, but Auntie doesn't like it, saying that almonds are not as good as peaches."

Amu chattered, the movements of his subordinates were not slow, they were careful and light, paying attention to Gu Lin's breathing at all times.

"Father is going to the city later. When he comes back, I will ask him to teach me how to shoot red foxes. If I accumulate a lot, I will make a dress for my mother. It must be better than those in the city." The dress looks much better."

"Father will bring the doctor with him when he comes back. Mr. Gu's illness will be cured by then. I have seen the doctor. I can touch your wrist to know what disease you have. It is worse than Uncle Tong, like a fairy. Same."

Amu talked dryly, took a bowl and drank a lot of water, and carefully glanced at Gu Lin, but saw that his breathing was even and his lips were moister than yesterday's, as if he looked better.

He shook his head, and gently approached: "Mr. Gu, are you... are you asleep?" I felt stupid just after asking, how could someone ask such a question, it is possible that they would wake up to answer after falling asleep You.

But Gu Lin moved, and the eyes under Xin's brows looked at Amu.

Amu's face turned red, and he was turning the empty bowl in his hand, anxiously: "Do you think I'm noisy?"

Gu Lin didn't respond, and still looked at him, neither agreeing nor refuting.

Amu got a little more courageous, and leaned on the edge of the bed with the thumping sound in his chest, and looked over at the faint gaze: "Then you, did you hear what I said?"

He looked at Gu Lin, and could see his own appearance from those beautiful eyes. After waiting for a while, Gu Lin nodded his head slightly, and saw the black hair rub against the pillow, almost invisible.

Amu held his breath and watched carefully, and was very happy to see Gu Lin's reaction to his words. He scratched his face in embarrassment, and narrowed his eyes when he smiled: "I'm afraid you will be bored, so I just said it." Those, you should not be familiar with, but I only know those." He thought for a while, and then asked: "Then, are you willing to continue listening to me?"

Amu stared at Gu Lin without moving, afraid of missing any of Gu Lin's movements.

This time, after waiting for a long time, Gu Lin nodded again.

Amu was so happy that he almost jumped up, his fingers on the edge of the bed twitched, wishing he could grab something and scratch it.

He threw aside the dirty cloth he had replaced, took a small stool and put it beside the bed, propped his elbows on the edge of the bed again, and lay there talking endlessly, from the woods to the wooden house. Hua, from childhood to 15 years old, he will stop after a while to see if Gu Lin is asleep, sometimes Gu Lin will nod his head, sometimes he will stay still as if he is really asleep, Amu is afraid of making a noise When he fell asleep and stopped talking, he would look up at Amu again.

Talking like this, the time passed so quickly. When A Niang came in with the meal, Amu was talking with his eyes shining.He doesn't have many friends in the woods either, and he still talks a lot with those trees on weekdays.

"What are you talking to Mr. Gu?" A Niang put the meal aside and stroked Amu's hair.

"I'm telling Mr. Gu about our family, he is willing to listen to me, he nodded!" Amu said, and went to drink water again, smiling so much that his eyes rolled up.

A Niang looked very happy, but she was about to shed tears when she looked at the person on the bed. The half-crying, half-smiling look made people feel sad.Amu's smile also dropped, and he asked softly, "What's wrong with you, Mom?"

A Niang wiped her eyes and shook her head: "It's nothing, little wood, since Mr. Gu is willing to listen, you can tell him more, but pay attention to the time, don't tire Mr. Gu, the food on the table is yours , let Mr. Gu drink the porridge while it’s hot, and Aniang will go outside and wait for your father.”

Amu nodded: "Don't worry, Ma'am."

A Niang went out after finishing speaking.In the past few days, Aniang has cried a lot. Amu has never seen Aniang cry before. The only time was because he was naughty and fell from a tree, and his head was hit. , This is what Dad told him, and he doesn't even remember it.

The porridge was cooked very glutinous and fragrant, and some herbs that were good for wounds were put in it. After crushing it and putting it in the porridge, there was no bitter taste at all. Amu blew on it and carefully fed it to Gu Lin.

He ate very slowly, and seemed to have difficulty swallowing. He closed his mouth after a few mouthfuls of a bowl of porridge, and Amu would not open his mouth to feed him again.

"Can't eat anymore?" Amu asked, but Gu Lin didn't answer him.

"Take another bite, okay, it won't taste good when it's cold." Amu said, taking another spoonful.

The lips took up a little porridge soup, with a vague luster, the corners of the lips were still pale, but the lip line was bright red, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

When Gu Lin heard Amu's words, he really took another bite.

Amu still wanted to feed, but this time he didn't eat anything, and the porridge was a little cold, so Amu touched the bowl: "The porridge is cold, I'll go and get a warm one."

Opening the curtain, I went to the big pot to change a bowl of hot ones, and just about to bring it in, I saw A Niang stumbling in from outside the house, and dragged Amu into the house violently.

The wooden bowl fell to the ground with a bang, and the porridge flowed all over the floor in a ball.