How can the general be paralyzed?

Qin Ran let out an "oh", but didn't respond much: "Then where did Ye Qiu go?"

"Young Master Ye was called away by Doctor Yun early in the morning."

It's okay, Yun Zhongzi told Ye Qiu what to do.

Qin Ran wanted to ask, but felt that it was too strange for him to care too much, so he pressed the button.He watched as Li Linlang wiped the water stains on his clothes, went back to the room and poured another cup of tea, and it was gone after a few sips.

Drinking with cattle and drinking tea with flowers is really a disservice to the scenery.

Li Linlang said: "What do you see me doing?"

He clicked his tongue and said, "It's okay, you continue."

Li Linlang looked at the wintersweet for a while, and suddenly said: "This plum blossom is so beautiful, there is no such beautiful wintersweet in Jingzhou."

Qin Ran said: "You are always thinking about what to do in Jingzhou here?"

Li Linlang said: "I want to send it back to Jingzhou."

Qin Ran wondered, "What are you sending it back for?"

Li Linlang said: "To Yan Chen."

It's a bit like posting plum blossoms, Yu Chuan Chi Su.

Qin Ran felt a little interesting: "It's possible that Yan Chen is still in Jingzhou or not, even if he sends it back, he may not be able to receive it."

Seeing the disappointment in Li Linlang's eyes, he said again: "It's a little bit reluctant to use the station, try bringing a letter?"

"Bring a letter?"

Wintersweet petals floated down, Qin Ran reached out to catch them and showed him: "Use this."

Qin Ran, this guy, does whatever he thinks of, and he does it right away.He asked Li Linlang to prepare pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and picked some wintersweet petals. Li Linlang, who couldn't help, stood by and helped.

What Qin Ran spent most of the day making is very touching.

Li Linlang said: "What did you do?"

Qin Ran blew on the wintersweet juice on the letter paper, and said quite successfully, "Plum blossom paper."

The medicine bowl that Qin Ran stole from nowhere, let Li Linlang crush the petals, add some miscellaneous things to make a thick red juice, take it out, and dye it on the letter paper, it's like that.

But it's just like that.

Qin Ran stained the red juice with one hand, and when he pressed his hand on the letter paper, it became a fingerprint, and it stained several letter papers in succession. It was rare that there was one that could be seen, and the Hou Ye ruined it so badly that it could not be used.

Qin Ran probably also felt that he was really not this material, so he turned to Li Linlang and asked, "How is it?"

Li Linlang reluctantly said: "It's okay."

Qin Ran sneered: "Good is good, bad is not good, what does it mean to be good?"

Li Linlang said slowly, "It means I can see it."

This is turning a corner and saying that it is useless. Qin Ran looked at the letter paper indifferently, and it was rare that he did not refute. He said softly: "Don't always follow me in everything. You are my personal bodyguard on the surface." After a pause, he continued: "You should understand what I mean, what do I take you for?"

These words were straightforward, Qin Ran tilted his head to look at Li Linlang worriedly, not knowing how much he listened to.

A ray of light leaked through the letter paper, making a soft curved corner.

Qin Ran put the torn letter paper aside, spread a new one on the table, and pressed it with a paperweight: "My painting can still be seen, let me draw one for you, huh?"

Qin Ran's fine brushwork is very good.He wrote freely, sketched with a light brush, and soon a lifelike wintersweet appeared on the paper. The pigment used was the remaining plum blossom paper dye, and a faint fragrance of plum blossoms spread on the paper.

Qin Ran put down the pen, and the red juice on the pen accidentally dripped onto the paper, turning into petals fluttering in the wind.Naturally.

The color of plum blossoms was reflected in Qin Ran's eyes, he was stunned for a while, and remembered the red wintersweet plant in the ice and snow, he couldn't struggle in the flames, when he was conscious... Qin Ran looked at his left hand and clenched it tightly He let go again, as if he had done something else.

Qin Ran put away his thoughts, and gave the letter to Li Linlang: "I'll just use it."

Holding the letter paper, Li Linlang said in confusion, "I don't know what to write."

Qin Ran said, "Write whatever you want."

Li Linlang said: "I think this plum blossom should be paired with some words."

word?Qin Ran thought for a while, and thought that it should be neither too vulgar nor too awkward, and suddenly he was so blessed that he wrote a sentence on the blank paper: There is nothing in the south of the Yangtze River, so let's give it a sprig of spring.Thanks to the experience of copying books in Tiandaozong, others are flamboyant and uninhibited, but their characters are upright and well-behaved, like a sword in its sheath, restraining all sharpness.

It wasn't long before Qin Ran was able to get out of bed and walk around, and his strength was not as good as before. When he closed the pen, his wrist strength was insufficient, and the word "spring" floated out.He was quite dissatisfied and crumpled up the paper and threw it away to rewrite it.

Li Linlang picked it up and looked at it: "This sentence is quite good."

Qin Ran gave a "hmm" without raising his head: "If you want it, take it and write one yourself."

***

Qin Ran himself was sick and weak, and it was normal for his handwriting to be blurred and unable to come out.However, others are stubborn, and wrote several pages in one breath, throwing the waste paper all over the floor, sweating profusely, so he put down his pen and rubbed his sore wrist.

Ye Qiu stood beside him silently for some hours, when the ball of waste paper just thrown fell on his feet.

Ye Qiu picked it up and squeezed it in his hands, looking at Qin Ran.

Qin Ran understood: "It's nothing, you can do whatever you want." Ye Qiu started to read it.

Thinking of the question he asked Li Linlang just now, Qin Ran took the plum-blossom paper he made, handed it to Ye Qiu after he finished reading it, and said, "How about this? I made it."

It was enough for Qin Ran, for fear that others would not know that he did it himself, so he had to mention it at the end, quite a feeling of showing his ability.

Ye Qiu looked at Mei Huajian, pursed his lips and did not speak.

The implication of this is obvious. Ye Qiu couldn't say something against his will, and he didn't want to hurt others by telling the truth, so he simply became dumb.

Maybe it was Ye Qiu's reaction that pleased him, Qin Ran was in a good mood, and he said without shame: "I'm a good painter, if you want, I'll draw a picture for you."

Ye Qiu returned the plum-blossom note to him, and said softly, "Can I inscribe it?"

inscription?

Qin Ran said: "What is the word, can you write it for me?"

Qin Ran looked at Ye Qiu, and saw Ye Qiu gently covering his eyes with his hands.After he closed his eyes, a line of words naturally appeared in his mind: the autumn wind is curling up, and Dongting waves are under the leaves.

Qin Ran recited it several times in his heart, and when he opened his eyes again, the room was empty, as if the world had evaporated.

What does it mean when people run away?

Qin Ran felt a little stagnant in his chest, snorted from his throat in extreme irritability, then rubbed his temples and took a pen to re-tangle the words.

After he finished writing, he unfolded the paper and took a look. The words "The autumn wind curls up, and the Dongting waves come under the leaves" appeared in front of him very naturally.Co-authoring his mind is full of this stuff.

Qin Ran paused with the hand that was about to crump it into a paper ball, thought of the result for a while, and put it aside.He planned to write these words for Ye Qiu when he was more energetic.

Because of Ye Qiu's interruption, Qin Ran couldn't remember what sentence he wrote at the beginning, so he went to find the ball of waste paper thrown on the ground.

At this time Li Linlang came in: "What are you looking for?"

There was none on the ground, so Qin Ran went to look at the wastebasket again, and said, "The letter is finished?"

Li Linlang said: "Write it when you have time." His eyes fell on the table, and seeing Hou Ye wrote another one, he picked it up and looked at it: "Is this what I thought too?"

Qin Ran's eyes fell into the wastebasket, and said, "Which sentence?"

Li Linlang said: "The autumn wind curls up, and the Dongting waves come under the leaves." After reading, Li Linlang said again: "I know 'autumn wind' and 'leaves', but the rest are difficult for me."

Qin Ran raised his head suddenly: "What did you read just now?"

"Curly curls—"

"Next sentence." Qin Ran interrupted him.

"'Autumn Wind' and 'Konoha...'"

"The autumn wind curls up, and the Dongting waves come under the leaves", each takes its second-to-last word, but it is not exactly the word "Ye Qiu".

No wonder Ye Qiu refused to write properly and insisted on covering his face to play tricks. No wonder Ye Qiu disappeared when he opened his eyes.

Qin Ran, who figured out the joints, stopped looking for the waste paper, this Ye Qiu, Ye Qiu... After thinking for a moment, he covered his face with his hands, and he could see a smile between his fingers.

He laughed so hard that Li Linlang couldn't see clearly, so he asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Qin Ran put down his hands, stretched his brows and eyes, and said in a good mood: "There is a bird covering its eyes, covering its ears and stealing its bells, thinking that others can't see it, but it didn't expect to be caught by its tail. Tell me it's funny."

What charade?

Li Linlang didn't understand, so he returned Master Hou's "Curly" to him, and while Master Hou was happy, he gave him more fun.He went out and back again, and soon pushed an object in.

It turned out to be a wooden wheelchair.

He seems to be paralyzed for life, right?

Qin Ran looked at Li Linlang sullenly.

Li Linlang said: "With this object, I can also go out to relax, instead of staying in the house all day."

Qin Ran couldn't stay, he stayed in the house for three days, he was almost moldy, when no one was talking, he would sit opposite the La Mei in the courtyard, like an old monk in meditation, God knows how he survived.

Qin Ran was hit by this fun, and said a little dizzily, "Where did you come from?"

This thing is brand new at first glance, with excellent workmanship, and the carved patterns on it are quite skillful, and the wood is not an ordinary thing that can be seen everywhere, it is actually sinking water wood.

Qin Ran only thought that Li Linlang entrusted others to do it, and listened to him whisper: "Master Ye gave it."

What did Ye Qiu do?

One more fun was not enough and another bigger surprise came, Qin Ran was hit so hard that he couldn't tell whether it was surprise or frightened expression, his voice almost split: "Ye Qiu?!"

Li Linlang squatted down, looked up to Qin Ran through the armrest of the wheelchair, and said frankly: "I don't know if I should say something, but I'll say it today, I think Mr. Ye is really good to me, I should be able to feel it." , Mr. Ye's intention..."

Along the way, he could see in his eyes that what Mr. Ye did to Lord Hou one by one, it couldn't be done without his dearest relatives and loved ones.In all honesty, Young Master Ye's good intentions moved even him, a bystander.

He didn't know the entanglement between the two of them and dared not speak nonsense, he only pointed to it from the perspective of a bystander, Hou Ye was not careless, given him time, he would figure it out on his own.

But seeing Lord Hou's disposition, Li Linlang silently added two words: Maybe.

Sure enough, Qin Ran frowned deeply: Ye Qiu's... intention?