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"Monkey King went to Princess Iron Fan to borrow the plantain fan. But Princess Iron Fan didn't want to lend the fan, so..."

Luo Qingqiu told Zhan Zhao the story of "Journey to the West".As expected of a masterpiece, "Journey to the West" has its own unique characteristics in the ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties. Although Luo Qingqiu can't remember everything, what he remembers is enough to make Zhan Zhao deeply involved.Hearing these stories, Zhan Zhao's mood seemed to improve.

It's just that Journey to the West was far longer than Luo Qingqiu imagined, but halfway through the story, all the crabapple flowers were gone.

After one chapter, Luo Qingqiu got up and asked: "Master Zhan, are you hungry, let me get you something to eat?"

"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Zhan Zhao said with a smile.

Luo Qingqiu walked to the kitchen, took two steps, and suddenly heard Zhan Zhao say: "Miss Luo."

Luo Qingqiu stopped when he heard the sound, turned around and said, "What's wrong?"

"The begonia flower...is it already withered?"

Such a nonsensical sentence made Luo Qingqiu a little confused, but he still said: "Yes."

"I see."

Luo Qingqiu felt something was wrong, and walked back to Zhan Zhao.Zhan Zhao looked a little sad.

"what happened to you?"

Zhan Zhao shook his head: "It's nothing, I just realized that I haven't seen anything for more than a month."

Luo Qingqiu's heart sank, Zhan Zhao was so keen, did he notice something?

She tried to calm down and said, "Yes, it's been a month, why are you still not well, I'll go back and ask Mr.

Zhan Zhao smiled wryly, and said, "Miss Luo, you don't have to be like this. I've already guessed what my eyes look like."

"You...guess what?"

"I probably won't be able to see my eyes again." Zhan Zhao's voice was light and ethereal.

"...No, you will definitely get better gradually, don't think about it." Luo Qingqiu felt that his comfort was a little pale.Zhan Zhao has experienced many more things than her, so he definitely doesn't need to persuade him by himself.But besides persuasion, Luo Qingqiu didn't know what else to do.

"You don't have to worry. If it was a month ago, I would definitely not be able to accept it. But now, I have figured it out." Zhan Zhao said lightly.

Luo Qingqiu opened his mouth, but did not speak.She is a very sharp person.Although Zhan Zhao said that he had figured it out, Luo Qingqiu was sure that his so-called "figured it out" was just to bear the sadness in his heart.

"Master Zhan, don't be so pessimistic, it's not good to say." Luo Qingqiu tried to keep his tone brisk, "Your eyes are so beautiful, God won't have the heart to make it lose its meaning."

Zhan Zhao shook his head and said, "Do you also believe in heaven?"

"..." Luo Qingqiu was speechless.

Now that Zhan Zhao has realized it, she doesn't want to do unnecessary deception anymore.But Gongsun Ce also said that there is still hope for Zhan Zhao's eyes to recover.Luo Qingqiu didn't want Zhan Zhao to be so pessimistic, so he said, "Master Zhan, it is really possible for your eyes to recover, so you must not give up hope. Besides, you need to be in a better mood, so as to be good for your illness."

Zhan Zhao smiled: "I know."

Looking at Zhan Zhao's smile, Luo Qingqiu only felt distressed.What a blow to lose the light.But he just smiled, how much pain should there be in his heart?

"Master Zhan, let me help you out for a walk." For more than a month, Zhan Zhao has been staying in the house.Luo Qingqiu thought, take him out for a stroll, even if he can't see him, his body will stretch and he will feel better.

Zhan Zhao originally wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, he agreed.

Luo Qingqiu supported him carefully, for fear that he would fall.But Luo Qingqiu didn't want Zhan Zhao to feel that he was careful, lest he feel uncomfortable.

"Where do you want to go?" Luo Qingqiu asked Zhan Zhao.

"all good."

Luo Qingqiu thought about it, maybe it would be better to go to a lively place.So she supported Zhan Zhao and went to Ma Xing Street.

This street is very lively and there are many pedestrians.Zhan Zhao's ears were bustling with people, very noisy.

"Guess where this is?" Luo Qingqiu asked Zhan Zhao.

"Ma Xing Street."

"How did you guess that?!"

"From Kaifeng Mansion to Maxing Street, I often walk, so I can guess it naturally."

Luo Qingqiu was amazed by Zhan Zhao's sense of direction, that he could guess where he went even when he lost his eyesight.Or maybe, not because of the sense of direction, but because of his love for this world.

She supported Zhan Zhao and walked on Ma Xing Street.There were many vendors on both sides of the street, Luo Qingqiu took Zhan Zhao and described to him the interesting things on the stalls.

A vendor who knew Zhan Zhao asked, "Master Zhan, what happened to your eyes?"

Luo Qingqiu said: "Master Zhan's eyes are injured, so he can't see for the time being."

Luo Qingqiu said this four or five times.As she talked, she became more and more convinced that Zhan Zhao's blindness was only temporary.She thought that after listening too much, Zhan Zhao would probably have confidence in the recovery of his eyes.

Walking to a stall selling wind chimes, there are all kinds of wind chimes hanging on the stall, and the tinkling is very pleasant.

"This is... a wind chime?" Zhan Zhao asked.

"Yes." Luo Qingqiu replied, "Buy one." In this way, when Luo Qingqiu is not around at night, Zhan Zhao can still hear the sound of the wind chimes, and will not be enveloped by the darkness in front of him.

Zhan Zhao nodded: "Okay."

"Then you choose one." Luo Qingqiu didn't shy away, took Zhan Zhao's hand and asked him to touch the style of the wind chime.

When he touched the wooden rabbit hanging under one of the wind chimes, Zhan Zhao's hand stopped: "Just this one."

Luo Qingqiu picked up the wind chime, the rabbit hanging under it was really cute, and the voice was very clear, and said: "Okay, then this is it."

On the way back to Kaifeng Mansion, Luo Qingqiu met Feng Siyu.

During this period of time, because he had to take care of Zhan Zhao every day, Luo Qingqiu hardly saw Feng Siyu, and did not know that Feng Siyu had a rest today.

"Qingqiu, Mr. Zhan." Feng Siyu greeted them, and then said, "Mr. Zhan... why don't you see me?"

Luo Qingqiu gave Feng Siyu a look, signaling her not to say this, Feng Siyu guessed that Zhan Zhao's eyes might not be good, so he hurriedly stopped talking.

"Not very good. But after so long, I'm used to it."

Zhan Zhao's words were calm and breezy, but the three words "get used to it" made Luo Qingqiu's nose sore.I hope he won't get used to this kind of thing.

"Then, rest well." Feng Siyu said helplessly to Luo Qingqiu, "Qingqiu, don't tire yourself out."

Luo Qingqiu smiled: "Don't worry."

Another half month passed, and Zhan Zhao's eyes did not improve.

I don't know if Zhan Zhao is disheartened or not.But Luo Qingqiu felt really disappointed.But she encouraged herself again, telling herself that she must never give up hope.

In front of Zhan Zhao, she should also be happy.

"Master Zhan, the weather is getting warmer, do you feel it?"

Zhan Zhao nodded: "It's warm. In a blink of an eye, it's been so long."

Luo Qingqiu knew that he meant that he had been blind for so long.She clearly knew that he was not feeling well, but she didn't know how to make him happier.

"Miss Luo, you have worked hard these days. You don't have to come here tomorrow."

Luo Qingqiu was taken aback: "Why?"

Zhan Zhao smiled: "I can walk around now, so I don't need to bother you."

"But you are alone, how boring. It would be nice for me to talk with you, and I can also tell you stories." Luo Qingqiu was worried that Zhan Zhao would be alone.He has suffered such a big blow, if he is often alone again, he will inevitably become more and more gloomy.

"No, I can practice swords."

"How...how do you practice swords?"

Zhan Zhao picked up the giant que in hand.Since he was injured, although he seldom went out, Ju Que never left his body.

He walked to the center of the courtyard in two steps, pulled out the giant que, and danced with his sword.

The sword light flowed, drawing a beautiful arc in the air.The speed was too fast, I couldn't see Zhan Zhaohe's sword clearly, but I could only see the blue robes flying.

Luo Qingqiu was stunned for a moment, never thought that Zhan Zhao could still dance the sword so smoothly when he couldn't see it.

After a while, Zhan Zhao put the sword back into its sheath, and sat back beside Luo Qingqiu.

"how?"

"Very good. I'm just afraid you'll hurt yourself."

"No. I used to practice every day, and I'm already very familiar with it. It's just that my eyes are inconvenient after all, so I stopped. Now it seems that it's not a problem."

"That's good." Luo Qingqiu thought, if Zhan Zhao could practice swordsmanship, he could also relieve his mood.

"At that time, my husband came for acupuncture, so I told him."

Luo Qingqiu frowned: "It still doesn't work."

"why?"

"Master Zhan, you can't see. You are living in darkness. If there is no one around you, you will definitely get sick from boredom."

Zhan Zhao shook his head: "I won't."

"But..." Luo Qingqiu was still worried.

"Don't worry, I'm really fine." Zhan Zhao smiled.

Luo Qingqiu frowned, thought for a while, and nodded in agreement.

Zhan Zhao rested for two months.Because he was injured on duty, the Kaifeng government granted a leave of absence.However, everyone in Kaifeng Mansion knew that this hypothesis would not last forever.

Luo Qingqiu sometimes wondered whether Zhan Zhao would patrol the streets and handle cases in the future.Will he be the only blind guardian since ancient times?Or, he had to leave Kaifeng Mansion and give up the life of wielding a sword.

She later figured it out, Zhan Zhao would definitely not be the latter.Because even if he couldn't see it, his sword dance was still so smooth and fast.Then, he can definitely protect everything he wants to protect with that three-foot blue blade.

On this day, Luo Qingqiu went to deliver dinner to Zhan Zhao.As soon as he stepped into the courtyard gate, he could smell the slightest smell of alcohol.

Luo Qingqiu was suspicious, and walked in quickly, and Zhan Zhao was indeed drinking.It seemed that he drank a lot and was already a little tipsy.

Luo Qingqiu snatched his jug: "Why did you drink wine?!"

Zhan Zhao looked at Luo Qingqiu and smiled: "A little wine, it's fine."

"Your eyes are not good yet, you can't drink."

"..." Zhan Zhao was silent for a long while, "Then why don't I never drink alcohol in my life?"

Luo Qingqiu was a little distressed, and didn't ask him where the wine came from, but only asked: "It's so good, why are you drinking?"

"It's nothing," Zhan Zhao said softly, "Today is Liao Lan's birthday."