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The information was almost collected, and when Ji Mo was about to leave, Zhu Rong fell ill.

"Don't worry about me, you go and avenge yourself."

Zhu Rong pushed away Ji Mo's hand that was about to serve the decoction. If Ji Mo's hand hadn't been steady, the decoction would have been spilled directly. Even so, some of the decoction came out with that push and poured on Ji Mo's tiger's mouth, forcing He changed hands hastily, wiped the back of his burned hand behind his back, and his skin instantly turned red.

"Master, be careful, you didn't get burned?"

Obviously he was scalded, but Ji Mo cared about Zhu Rong. He knew that Zhu Rong was afraid of being scalded. Some of the injuries on his body were scalded. People who have experienced such injuries are more or less afraid of being scalded. of.

In the past, Zhu Rong even put his meals aside for a while, waiting for them to be warm before eating, instead of rushing to eat hot ones. Ji Mo didn't know it before, and advised him to eat it hot, so that his stomach wouldn't get cold. But later, he vaguely understood, so he didn't try to persuade him anymore, but every time he ate with Zhu Rong, he would eat the same warm food instead of something hot.

Ji Mo used to pay attention to this kind of small details in life. The reason why Zhu Rong took the medicine while it was hot this time was because the medicine evaporated easily when it was hot, otherwise the effect would be slower.

Rather than getting sick sooner, it is obviously necessary to endure the "hotness" for a while.

"What are you worrying about? Hurry up and get busy with your work. When you go late, I'm afraid everyone will run away."

Zhu Rong was still urging, looking very ungrateful.

Ji Mo smiled gently: "Don't be afraid, if I can force him once, I can force him a second time. If I run away, the monk can't run away from the temple. I already know his name and where he is, and I can always find him. ——Master, Drink the medicine quickly, I will feed you a spoonful, it will definitely not be too hot, you can drink it while it is hot, and the disease will recover quickly, and when you recover, I will leave immediately without any delay."

He used to be a doctor, and when encountering such uncooperative patients, he would always take a tone of disapproval, obviously in a persuasive tone, but also as if he was threatening.

"Whether you take revenge or not is none of my business!"

Zhu Rong was unmoved, but she didn't want to drink the medicine at all, "Put it there, I'll drink it when it's cold."

He didn't take Ji Mo's nervousness seriously. This wasn't the first time he was sick in his life, and he didn't feel that he was very sick. A sore throat, runny nose and dizziness, that is, a cold, oh, Maybe he got a little bit angry, this is because he always likes to eat meat, not vegetables, and other things... The doctor said it's all right, why is he so nervous here? !

Zhu Rong was not used to it, and he was not a vase that would break if he touched it. As for recuperating on the bed like this, he looked like a woman in confinement, and it would be embarrassing to say it.

"The medicine should be taken while it is hot, so that the effect of the medicine can be exerted better, otherwise, it will get twice the result with half the effort."

Ji Mo spoke earnestly, scooped up a spoonful of medicinal soup, blew it gently a few times, and after making sure it wasn't too hot, he brought it to Zhu Rong's mouth. Zhu Rong wanted to push it again, but when he saw the big hole in Ji Mo's tiger's mouth, A piece of red skin, did not push after all, pursed his lips and drank reluctantly.

heat.

It seems a bit hot.

But it's not that hot anymore.

But if you drink the whole bowl, it is obviously not possible.

Don't be awkward. After being fed a bowl of medicinal soup, Ji Mo helped me to lie down again. I covered the quilt and went to sleep. Zhu Rong didn't want to sleep, but it would be better to sleep than to lie down and stare. Turn over, close your eyes and pretend As he slept, he felt that Ji Mo was tucking him in the quilt behind him, and his heart seemed to be lifted up and pressed down by those hands, and it became complicated for no reason.

Ji Mo didn't care about Zhu Rong's thoughts. After feeding the medicine, he watched him lie down and fell asleep, and came out with an empty bowl. When he came to the kitchen, he saw Widow Li who was cooking. The other party looked at the empty bowl and smiled: "After all, it's your own father and son. You're the only one who talks, and your father is willing to listen."

"He actually knows to drink medicine, but he is afraid of getting hot."

Ji Mo smiled back at Widow Li, and if Widow Li hadn't reported Zhu Rong's illness, he might not have known about it.

Widow Li didn't enter the house, and she didn't know what Zhu Rong said to Ji Mo, she praised Ji Mo a few more words, asked him what he wanted to eat for dinner, and even said that she cooked porridge for Zhu Rong.

"Sick people don't always have much appetite. It's best to drink some porridge. I chopped the meat into pieces, put some in it, and sprinkled green onion. Would you like to try it?"

Widow Li said that a bowl of meat porridge had already been served.

Ji Mo looked at it, and there was indeed not much meat, with sporadic embellishments, just like the finishing touch of chopped scallions, it smelled salty, which made people easy to eat, and the little oil stars floating on it were also delicious. More attractive.

He thanked him, scooped it up with a spoon and ate it slowly, the taste was really good, after cooking for a long time, all the rice oil came out, very fragrant.

Can get out of it.

Thinking about it, he felt more and more embarrassed, and Ji Mo thanked Widow Li again.

"Thank you, you're welcome."

Widow Li didn't care, she smiled and waved her hand.

She wanted to live with Zhu Rong, not because of anything else, but because she wanted to have a supportive person around her, and a ready-made son to take care of her. Compared with this, a ready-made son is more important. Therefore, she really cares and loves Ji Mo.

Ji Mo didn't let her down, he has always been very kind to her, and he always thinks about everything, even if he doesn't have a name, but in fact, he is no worse than other people's sons.

Zhu Rong has been ill for less than half a month with this illness, and every day he urged Ji Mo to leave, but Ji Mo refused to leave, insisting on delaying the matter of revenge.

"Aren't you afraid to take revenge?"

Zhu Rong deliberately provoked him, as if he had seen through Ji Mo's cowardice.

Ji Mo calmly scraped the spoon along the edge of the bowl, letting the excess medicine soup flow back into the bowl along the edge of the bowl, lifted the spoon, blew lightly on his lips twice, and handed it to Zhu Rong's mouth Mouth.

Zhu Rong was already used to being fed medicine, so he drank it without thinking about it, and only after drinking did he feel a little annoyed, as if the aura that had just accumulated was gone.

"A master is always more important than an enemy."

Ji Mo fed Zhu Rong the medicine unhurriedly, and slowly explained the reason for his procrastination, "I'll wait for Master to get better, and I can rest assured when I go to take revenge, and I won't still be thinking about Master's side. It’s not good for me to be distracted from time to time.”

Heart music is a piece of music that requires a very high state of mind. If there is a loophole in one's mind, it is easy to be affected by the music.

Ji Mo was originally the kind with loopholes in his heart. He can use Xinle smoothly now, but because that loophole has been repeatedly stimulated to numbness, it will no longer cause violent emotional fluctuations, but if there is a new loophole formed, then It will definitely become a weakness, and a person who is not careful and may play the music of his heart will never be able to get out of it.

It's like a double-edged sword, if you use it to hurt others, you will also hurt yourself, so, do you still need to use it?

With such an excuse, Zhu Rong couldn't say anything more.

He just wasn't used to having someone around him serve him so wholeheartedly. It wasn't that he didn't like it, but that it was too strange, so strange that he felt uncomfortable, and he didn't know how to refuse.

Fortunately, the illness was not that serious. When Zhu Rong got better, Ji Mo really embarked on the road of revenge. When he said goodbye, he asked Zhu Rong to wait for his good news, "I will definitely not be like Master."

It's too bad to make yourself inhuman in order to get revenge.

Ji Mo is not a radical character, of course not, he has more ways to achieve his goals calmly.

He walked with the caravan. On the way, when the caravan rested, he would play some music. If someone ordered it, he would play a song if he knew it. What, it is not incomprehensible to go to see the world, go to high places, find a job in a big city, and hope to get a higher salary.

Along the way, the people in the caravan got to know each other well, and they also liked this musician who could play music for everyone for free.

When he got to the place, some people said that they would introduce him to be a musician in a certain building. Don't get me wrong, it's not a brothel, but a serious restaurant and teahouse, and there will be times when the soundtrack is needed to add atmosphere.

Ji Mo didn't refuse the kindness, and became a musician in a tea house. At first, his face was scary, but after getting familiar with it, it's just like that.

No new scars have been added for several years, and the old scars are gradually fading away, and it doesn't look so scary anymore.

One day, several adults came here to drink tea, and Ji Mo made music behind. The faint music accompanied by the fragrance of tea made the adults feel a kind of comfort.

When one of the adults left the table, no one cared, no one noticed, the music stopped for a moment, and the musician who played the piano was changed.

"My lord, would you like to listen to me?"

Ji Mo stood in the backyard, looked at the adult who came out of the toilet, and asked with a smile.

The lord frowned, the first thing he saw was Ji Mo's disfigured ugly face, he felt like hurting his eyes, he quickly looked away, brushed off his sleeves, didn't even bother to say "no", turned his head and was about to leave.

But Ji Mo had already taken out the flute that he carried with him, and began to play it.

One note, two notes, three notes...

At some point, the grown-up had already slowed down when he was going back to the tea house, and left through the back door. Ji Mo followed behind, and the music never stopped. Go away from the alley in the backyard, walk to the river, and——

"Help, help!"

The cold water stirred, and the adult woke up, but he was already in the river.

Ji Mo put away his flute, jumped into the water one step before others came to "help", and didn't forget to shout "My lord, I'm here to save you!"

Then... the lord gradually relaxed his hands and feet, and stopped struggling. With the help of the people behind him, Ji Mo dragged the lord, who was as heavy as a dead pig, to the shore. He was already dead.

Died so peacefully.

Ji Mo didn't feel very happy, but he didn't feel sad either. His calm expression was covered by scars, which was not the calm that a rescuer should have.