Ginger

12

Today is the seventh day of the lunar new year, and I seem to have a fever again when I woke up early in the morning.The room is very dark, and the blurred tree shadows are reflected on the window. It seems that today is still a cloudy day.There was unbearable pain all over my body, and I gasped after moving a few times. I laughed wryly.Dizzy and fell asleep again, woke up again, heard the sound of twittering outside the door, I reluctantly got up, combed my hair, and told everyone, sir, I want to tidy up the bookshelves, and I will take a five-day vacation. The children cheered and dispersed, leaving me in an instant Standing in the cold courtyard.

Sitting by the well with a basin in hand, the water in the well is deep and cold, and a piece of daylight and my shadow shake out. I know that I must eat and drink a bowl of hot ginger soup to break through the shackles of my blood. I know, I know.

I didn't say a word for a whole day, looking at the light coming through the window, I wonder if I can wait for Zheng Langxiu to come back, if I die, who will find the body first, the little boy in the academy So, will I be ugly and scare them?Will the villagers here give me an epitaph, but how to write it? Do they know who I have loved and hated in my life?

It's like a reincarnation. When the fever is high, the whole person becomes depressed. When the illness passes away and the sun comes out, it's nice to feel the warm sun like spring.

There are still 7 pieces of Gastrodia powder left, and I can smell the fragrance of the medicine while holding it in my arms and leaning against the bedside.At this moment, the pills exude a seductive light, and with just one pill, I can forget about the pain and fall asleep, and when I wake up the next day, it will be another new day.But there are only seven, I need to make good use of them.

Tianmasan is like loving someone, it is addictive and makes people crazy.

"Zhi Ning, let's not talk about anything else, you should keep this box of Gastrodia powder with you." Zhengzhi looked at me almost beggingly.

My eyes stayed on the brocade box, the dark blue brocade, with an unknown pattern woven with silver threads.How many times have I been tossing and tossing in the cold night, he opened the curtain, fed a pill, warm ginger soup, and then hugged me and waited for the power of Tianma powder to penetrate into every strand of hair, so that I could relax my nerves In the warm embrace, exhausted after the pain, I fell into a drowsy sleep.Tianmasan dulled all senses of touch, and now I don't even know what pain is.The taste of pain and numbness is fascinating.

"It's useless to carry it, you always have to finish it." I looked at Zhengzhi with a smile.

"Here is a bamboo whistle." He opened the brocade box, "No matter where you blow it, someone will give it to you."

"You know, I will never blow it." I clasped the brocade box and patted Zhengzhi's hand, "Have you heard people say that the disaster will last for a thousand years, so what are you afraid of?"

This time his eyes really sparkled, he turned his head, took my hand again and put Gastrodia elata powder in my hand, "Take it as a lie to me, isn't it okay?" He hugged me without waiting for my answer.

To be honest, why should I be sad? I'm not Zhi Zhengming.

"Exactly, you don't owe me anything, but I..." He didn't let me finish.

On the day of leaving the mansion, Chuan Zhi failed to come to see him off.How funny, he is in the capital, this distant Huaining is just a small episode on the road between him and Shen Qing helping his younger brother Qingjun.Both Zhengzhi and I are his pawns, at this moment he is holding Zhengzhi's handwritten letter, it must be very fun to dispatch the nine gates of the capital...

"If you feel bad, go back..." Zhengzhi still refused to let me go before leaving.

"Just to be honest, you can't go back on what you promised me. If you persist in finding me, you will be a dead body."

I don't know what Zhengzhi and I are, a pair of poor people who have been played by fate and Kawaori love each other?But I don't want to be wrong like this.

Many nights, when I was surrounded by desire, I could hear the sound of panting, but I couldn't tell whether it was Kawaori or Zhengzhi.

Fangfo smells like sweat, two entangled snakes.

I vomited in the evening, and the little thing I ate in the morning was churning in my stomach for a whole day without digesting it. The mixture of viscous gastric juice and acidic water stuck in my throat. I threw myself down to the well and drank a scoop of cold water before I vomited cleanly again. .I had a splitting headache, every meridian in my body seemed to be twitching nervously, and I couldn't relax.I finally decided not to bear it any longer, I took out Gastrodia powder, broke off half of it with trembling hands and stuffed it into my mouth.

It was as if the whole dizzy and humming world had gradually calmed down. I felt the end of the pain and the soreness and numbness of Gastrodia Masan, and gradually I didn’t know anything...