Suya

You Baiyan sat on the chair very seriously, with a small cotton bag spread out by his hand, with a row of needles neatly inserted in it.

Looking at his appearance, Feng Chen held back his laughter almost to the point of internal injury.He propped his chin with his hands, half-curling his fingers to cover the corners of his twitching mouth.

You Baiyan took a breath and said, "Let's start."

Feng Chen nodded, got up and walked to the bed, pulled the pillow, and lay down on his body.

You Baiyan moved over with the needle and sat down on the chair beside the bed.

He looked at Feng Chen, and said a little strangely: "Aren't you afraid? In fact, the risk is really quite big."

Feng Chen smiled and said nothing, as if he felt that his question was superfluous.

You Baiyan pursed her mouth in embarrassment, stretched out her left hand to grab a needle and pulled it out of the cloth bag.

The silver needles are as thin as a hair, shining brightly.

The hand holding the silver needle was thin and white, with the boyish feeling between tenderness and firmness.Put your thumb, index finger, and middle finger together, pinch tightly around the end of the needle, and lift the needle slowly.

The silver light streaked across the air in a smooth arc, landed on the scalp, and then pierced through, turning, piercing deeper and deeper, until the sharp needle tip was completely submerged.

The gauze curtain flutters in the breeze, constantly rising and falling, creating water-like patterns.

In the center of the room, a round table stood quietly.

The golden beast on the table prostrated itself on all fours, with its head raised and its eyes wide open. Smoke from its mouth fluttered upwards, and then scattered in all directions, filling the room with a dark fragrance.

At the feet of the Golden Beast is a pot of pepper salt water for disinfection. Some peppers that have been shelled are floating on the water, quietly and gently, like a ray of spring breeze.

The spring breeze enters the dream and turns into a drizzle.

The rain fell so lightly that there was almost no sound, but it just floated down quietly, as if afraid of waking up the land, the insects sleeping soundly in the grass, and the dream of the bay like water.

In that lingering dream, someone smiled lightly, standing in the misty rain and mist, the bamboo umbrella in his hand bloomed slowly like a blooming flower, his smiling face melted into the rain and mist, and then became clearer and clearer, the deep eyes Eyes gradually emerged, like a drop of black ink that was spilled, slowly gathering, and finally condensed into one body again.

He smiled quietly, bowed slightly, then turned his head and walked forward slowly.

The thin figure slowly melted away and melted into the rain.

Feng Chen stood where he was, watching the blue shadow gradually shrink, and then completely disappear without a trace.

The green water and green mountains are connected into a piece in the distance, the green is everywhere, and the raindrops that are constantly drifting in front of the green are swirling and scattered.

The whole world seemed to be left with only the sound of dripping rain.

That swaying rain and mist, that faint look back and smile.

Feeling unacceptable, going deeper.

After going through all kinds of catastrophes in the previous life, they used their last bit of energy to carve each other's names on the Sansheng Stone, it seems that it was only for the encounter in this life, for this shallow smile, and for this moment of looking back.

It seems that it is just to look at each other from a distance.

A thousand years at a glance.

From then on, I tossed and turned, crazy for the king.

The rain has been falling, sometimes big and sometimes small, sometimes urgent and sometimes slow, as if it has been raining for thousands of years and will never stop.

Feng Chen walked back and forth in the small bamboo house, feeling a little nervous and looking forward to it. He seemed to be in the same mood the night before he went to the battlefield for the first time many years ago.

The door of the hut was pushed open, and there was a creaking sound, which usually sounded so piercing, but now it was so touching to Feng Chen's ears, just like the seductive breathing of a beautiful woman on the bed due to pleasure.

The small door frame framed the verdant world outside. The person standing in front of the door seemed to have stepped out of a painting. The green shirt was replaced by a white short shirt, and the long skirt stretched all the way to the waist, covering the On the right side of the skirt, a blue cloth strip is wrapped around the waist as a belt. After the cloth strip wraps around the slender waist, it is fastened with a small metal ring at the right waist, and the cloth around the metal ring is pulled out to undulate of folds.

The sleeves of the clothes were shorter, revealing the owner's slender arms, and some rainwater was flowing slowly along the white skin.

Feng Chen stopped walking, folded his arms around his chest, his gaze followed the trajectory of the rainwater, as if he was sucked into it, unable to move away.

The young man put away the umbrella, looked at Feng Chen and smiled, and said, "General, your injury needs rest, it's better not to walk around at will."

Feng Chen nodded while watching him from beginning to end several times.

After watching it for a while, he suddenly seemed to come back to his senses, and hurriedly took out a towel from the cabinet, and walked over to wrap him up.

The young man had already put down the umbrella in his hand by the door. He was taking off a food box on his arm and putting it on the table. Feeling the touch of a towel on his body, he turned his head to look at Feng Chen, politely lightly Smiling, nodded slightly, "Thank you, General."

After speaking, I stretched out my hand, wanting to press the towel to wipe the rainwater by myself.

While gently pushing his hand away, Feng Chen said, "Let me help you." His voice was deep and gentle.

The young man looked up at him in surprise, and saw that he was lowering his head, carefully wiping off the rainwater on his body. Although he felt a little strange in his heart, he still thanked him very sincerely, and did not stop his movement anymore. .

The rain outside continued to drip down.

Although the rain was not heavy, it was scattered by the wind, so even though he was holding an umbrella, many places on the boy's body were still wet.

Feng Chen wiped it for a while, then held his cold hand through the towel and said, "I think it's better to change clothes."

The young man shook his head, opened the food box, took out a bowl of medicine from it, and handed it to Feng Chen: "I heard that the general is looking for me, so I'll come over to have a look, and bring the medicine along the way, the general should take it quickly. "

Feng Chen really wanted to refuse, but felt ashamed, so he glanced at him, then looked at the bowl of medicine with a stiff expression, stretched out his hand calmly, caught the medicine, handed it to his mouth, and sucked it In one breath, he took a sip with the expression of a martyr going to die, but immediately spit it out with a puff, covering his mouth and retching non-stop.

The boy immediately took the medicine, took a sip, moved his mouth to feel the taste of the medicine, but felt that it was not too bitter.

Turning to look at Feng Chen, he saw that he was holding the teapot and kept pouring water and rinsing his mouth, it didn't look like he was pretending.

"Are you afraid of suffering?" The young man tilted his head, looked at Feng Chen and asked, his black eyes blinked, so that he could see the extreme.

Feng Chen suddenly felt that his mouth wasn't so bitter, wiped the water from his lips with his sleeve, and although he didn't want to admit it, he nodded honestly.

There was no expression on the boy's face, and he gently put down the bowl: "You can add licorice to your medicine, I will ask someone to put some in next time." Then he pulled off the towel on his body and handed it to Feng Chen, "I'll go find some now. Sugar for you."

Feng Chen looked at him with a distorted expression: "Can I not drink this medicine..."

The young man shook his head, picked up the bamboo umbrella, opened it and said, "I won't tell Master that you didn't drink the medicine before, but from today onwards, you must drink all the medicine, and you are not allowed to pour it out."

Feng Chen muttered sophistry: "Who said I poured the medicine..."

The boy suddenly looked back at him.

Feng Chen suddenly felt as if his skin had been scratched, so he closed his mouth obediently, not daring to say a word.

The boy raised his umbrella and walked into the rain.

It was only when the people walked away that Feng Chen came to his senses. He felt that his behavior just now was too shameless and unmanly, so he said angrily to the door as if talking to himself: "I'll pour the medicine So what? Whether to drink the medicine or not is my own business, you don't care about me."

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