Merry illusion

At that time, there was a coughing sound from the dilapidated bamboo house.

A man dressed in shabby clothes and ordinary features hurried in with a bowl of thick black soup. "Don't move around, come and drink the medicine."

On the bamboo bed, a man in Tsing Yi held his chest and coughed with difficulty. His originally fair face was now flushed but his good-looking eyebrows and eyes could not be concealed: "Su Yu, I'm fine."

Su Yu quickly came over and patted him on the back, with a stern expression in his mouth: "It's nothing, look at what you look like now, drink it quickly." After speaking, he handed the medicine bowl to Shu Chen's mouth.

Shu Chen endured bitterness and drank it, his brows still unfurled, and said: "You shouldn't buy medicine, just lie down for a few days and you'll be fine. Taking the imperial examination will cost you a lot of money, so you can save some money!"

Seeing that Shu Chen had finished drinking, Su Yu put away the medicine bowl and said, "It's still early for the imperial examination! Besides, you may not be able to pass the exam." Speaking of this, his expression was gloomy.

Shu Chen said that he was no good, so he had to give up, but how could he repay this kindness?

Since leaving Mo Xian, Shu Chen didn't think about food and drink, worried all day long, and fell ill within a month. Shu Chen knew that Mo Xian would definitely look for him, so he didn't dare to stay there for a while, and rushed for days. Every time it rained heavily, how could Shu Chen's body and bones bear it, so he passed out on the side of the road. Just in time, he met Su Yu, who had failed the exam, and came home. He took it back to his home and took good care of it. Later, he saw that Shu Chen had nowhere to go. Even though his family was poor, he still took Shu Chen in. So Shu Chen helped Su Yu sell some calligraphy and paintings to make a living.

It's just that he still misses that person in his spare time, even more than the ten years of lovesickness.Maybe this is the punishment God gave him, torturing him for the rest of his life.

see you again

Mo Xian walked along the water, thinking: Why do you live in such a remote place, how can life be easy in such a place?

Thinking about it made me feel uncomfortable, would I rather live in poverty in this kind of place than stay by his side?

A bamboo house came into view, with a pair of calligraphy and paintings hanging on the door, it must be this.

Before, he rushed here day and night, but now Shu Chen is in that house, but he doesn't have the courage to take a step forward.

How about meeting?Is he... is he also thinking about himself?Or did he not meet himself at all?

Mo Xian stopped and hesitated.

Then when he was staring at the bamboo house and didn't know how to speak, a person came out of the house. When the person went out and saw him, he was stunned for a moment and asked, "Who are you looking for, young master?"

"Shu Xiucai." Mo Xian sized up the man, with an ordinary appearance but determination in his eyes.

"I am, but you want to buy calligraphy and painting?" Su Yu put down the medicine bowl in his hand and said.

"You are Shu Xiucai?" Originally, I was full of joy thinking about how to speak the first words to Shu Chen, and also thinking about what to do if Shu Chen doesn't want to see me, but I never thought that the person in the room is not Shu Chen.

"Exactly." Su Yu nodded slightly, seeing that Mo Xian was wearing an extraordinary tone, and he was a little more polite.

Mo Xian was stunned for a moment, looking at this Su Xiucai's family background is also poor, since he came here, even if he didn't find Shu Chen, let's buy a pair of calligraphy and painting! "Buy a landscape painting."

"Young master, please." Su Yu welcomed Mo Xian into the room.

After taking the medicine, Shu Chen felt drowsy and lay down, holding a green and clean stone in his hand, Shu Chen turned sideways and covered the stone to his heart, as if he was beside him.

When Mo Xian entered the room, he asked about the smell of sweet and bitter medicine. The bed curtain only covered half of it, revealing the blue and white quilt. There was a person lying in the quilt, and the person lying inward could not see his face. If there is no Shu Chen here, I don't want to stay longer.

"I'm really sorry, my family members just took medicine when they were sick, so there is some taste, please forgive me, my lord." Su Yu took out the rolled calligraphy and painting and spread them out, and there were still some calligraphy and painting with wet ink on the bamboo wall.

Mo Xian had no intention of buying paintings at all, so he said, "Don't worry about it, just hang it."

"Oh, good, then please look at it as you like, young master."

Mo Xian glanced at it, and it was nothing more than some mountains, rivers, water, flowers, grass, birds and animals, which were nothing new.The painters are also undistinguished, and they are used to seeing the handwriting of famous artists, so how can the clumsy techniques of these country talents catch the eye.

Inadvertently, I caught a glimpse of a painting hanging in an inconspicuous corner. The painter was not as good as the landscape painting next to it, but it was a man holding a painting fan in his hand. The painting was not delicate, and there was a poem beside it. Mo Xian approached and saw his face froze.

Familiar handwriting, familiar verses.

Lovesickness longing lovesickness, lovesickness has no limit.Lovesickness hurts lovesickness, and lovesickness damages your complexion.It's a pity that she looks so sad.Day long lovesickness, lovesickness cut off.The intestines are cut off, and the tears continue. Idlers don't make lovesickness songs.

This must have been written by Shu Chen, for sure.

"Where is the person who made this painting? Where is it?" Mo Xian was a little agitated.

Su Yu had already noticed that this person came from the wrong place. How could he come to buy calligraphy and paintings in his small place with such a dress? He repeatedly emphasized whether he was Su Xiucai. Now he was so excited when he saw Shu Chen's painting. He was clearly looking for it. human.Although Shu Chen never talked about the past with him, after getting along for a few months, he also vaguely noticed something about Shu Chen, and this person might have malicious intentions.

"The painter left. He passed by here some time ago. I had a relationship with him and he gave me a painting." Su Yu said.

"Gone? Where did you go?" Mo Xian asked anxiously.

"I don't know." Su Yu waved his hand, squinting at the bed.

Mo Xian was in a hurry to find Shu Chen, took two steps but came back again: "Can you buy this painting for me?"

"This painting is a gift from him, I can't buy it."

"How much money is not a problem, you ask the price." Mo Xian did not give up.

Su Yuping hated those playboys who talked about things with money the most in his life, so he said impatiently, "I won't buy it."

Seeing that he couldn't buy a painting, Mo Xian had no choice but to give up. After all, looking for Shu Chen was the most important thing. Before leaving, he even took a look at the person on the bed for moving.

"Su Yu, who's here?" Shu Chen woke up when he heard some fragmentary voices in a daze.

As soon as Mo Xian walked to the door, he heard the indifferent voice that would dissipate as soon as the wind blows, and couldn't move anymore. He suddenly turned his head to see the pale but still indifferent face slowly raised up. Shu Chen glanced at it first. Su Yu then looked at the door, his originally calm heart couldn't be calm at this sight, his eyes met, it took a moment for Shu Chen to recover and cough violently.

Su Yu wanted to support Shu Chen, but Mo Xian took the first step. Mo Xian grabbed Shu Chen's shoulders. He was already weak, but now he touched his bones. Shu Chen covered his chest and coughed violently. Patting him on the back, it took a while to calm down.

Seeing that Shu Chen stopped coughing, Mo Xian said, "Why are you so sick?" His tone was full of pity and heartache.The questions I thought about before have long been forgotten, and all that remains is distress and longing.

Shu Chen dodged his eyes and dared not look at Mo Xian, and replied blankly: "It's not in the way."

"No, let me take you to see a doctor." Mo Xianyu hugged him, and he was pulled away alive.

Shu Chen turned his head away and said: "Don't bother your son, Su Yu sees the guests off!"

"Shu Chen, you..."

"My lord, please go out!" Su Yu made a gesture of invitation.

"Shu Chen, you obviously care about me, why, why did you want to leave in the first place, and now you want me to leave?" Mo Xian was impatient, almost roaring.

Shu Chen turned his head away and didn't speak, hasn't he remembered the past?The longing in his heart rushed out like crazy, how much he wanted to hug him and tell him that I will go home with you, but does he have the qualifications?

"If you don't speak, that's the default, okay, then just pretend that I, Mo Xian, haven't been here before." Mo Xian let go of Shu Chen and walked out quickly...

Shu Chen looked at the slender figure, the reluctance in his heart surged like a big wave, he stumbled a few steps after him, and finally fell on the edge of the eaves, watching the white figure disappear bit by bit.

After a long time, Su Yu sighed softly and helped Shu Chen in.

Mo Xian was so angry that he kicked the stone at his feet into the river and splashed it.

He left without saying a word. He searched hard for half a year and finally found it. He actually lived such a poor life with a man and was unwilling to face him. What did he do wrong and what did he treat him badly? To make him so disgusted?

If you say he doesn't care about him, why paint him?Why replace that poem?If you really care about him, why do you have to be thousands of miles away from him?

Mo Xian didn't leave Shuimo Town, but stayed here. He was still worried about Shu Chen's body, so thin and thin, how could it be good to stay in such a place?

On the second day, Mo Xian invited the best doctor in the town to follow him to the bamboo house, and Mo Xian and the doctor just stood outside the door, waiting to open the door.

Su Yu handed Shu Chen a glass of water: "It's been an hour, why don't they come in?"

Shu Chen looked anxiously at the white figure walking back and forth through the crack of the door.

"If you have something to say, it's fine. Why bother, I think he treats you sincerely." Su Yu persuaded.

Shu Chen shook his head and did not speak.

Mo Xian didn't leave until evening.

After Mo Xian walked away, Shu Chen hurriedly got up and leaned against the door to watch the white shadow gradually disappear.

Heartbroken

In front of the dilapidated bamboo house, a luxuriously dressed rich man accompanied a doctor and stood there for more than ten days from early morning to evening. Finally, on the tenth day, the people inside finally opened the door.

"Come in!" Su Yu's tone was soft, perhaps he was moved by his persistence for more than ten days.

When Mo Xian entered the door, he saw Shu Chen sitting at an old table, and saw him very calmly, without much emotion.

Sitting opposite Shu Chen, Mo Xian beckoned the doctor to take Shu Chen's pulse, but Shu Chen did not refuse.In the end, the doctor prescribed the medicine and asked someone to fetch the medicine, and Su Yu went there on his own initiative.

There were only Shu Chen and Mo Xian left in the room.