Traditional Chinese Medicine Orthopedics Manual

After all the dust settled, I started to pretend to be sick, closed the door to thank guests, and only asked the maid to deliver meals once a day. This was nothing more than paving the way for returning to modern times.Just say that one day Mrs. Jin will disappear, and everyone thinks it is logical.

Jin Guangyao took a tacit attitude towards my actions, and sometimes he came to see me, and he was still so amiable, neither salty nor bland.

I have nothing to say, I did everything I could.

Just like he doesn't want to ask for favors, neither do I.

Probably not giving a response is a response in itself, no matter how much I like it, it is impossible to climb into bed.

Besides... I remembered that he mentioned that matter, if people are really not interested in me, maybe climbing the bed may not be useful...

Feelings can never be forced.A prince can love the little mermaid, or the princess of a neighboring country.

That was his feeling, and he was right to choose anyone.

It's just that in a relationship, one person's HE is usually another person's BE.

One day, I isolated myself so boring that I set up a small stove in the middle of the huge Fangfei Hall, and cooked tea eggs for eating.

Then he came in from outside, wearing a cloak covered with snow beads.

I smelled keenly that there was a hint of sandalwood in the sweet fragrance of the golden stars and snow waves all over his body.

As a playwright, I quickly made a round of imagination in my head: He and Mr. Zewu walked along the Blossom Garden, walked in the sea of ​​flowers in the golden stars and snow waves, talking and laughing while walking, with the sleeves of the robes sticking to the sleeves , as it has been for the past decade.

My heart stabbed slightly.But then he scolded himself secretly, people who are about to leave, it has nothing to do with me.

He exchanged a few words with me, and then began to search around.

"Looking for what?" I asked.

"Jiufeng Yunwu was given by Mr. Zewu before. It's the most suitable to drink in this kind of weather," he said while gesturing, "Have you ever seen such a big can, Zhuyingqing?"

I gave an awkward but polite smile.

Then he looked at my tea egg...

"It turned out to be from Mr. Zewu, no wonder it smells so good," I said with a smile on my face, scratching the back of my head, looking for something to say.

"You, you, you..." He said several words without saying the rest.

I made it up for him in my heart: vulgar!

To be honest, I also think that Mr. Zewu looks very handsome in white clothes, holding a white jade teacup, sipping fragrant tea lightly, but when I was growing up, the word "poor" permeated every cell, how could I know what? Tea.

Thinking about it, I touched my ears and said, "I think it's almost time for me to pretend to be sick. Why don't you draw a new formation for me tonight and send me back."

He was a little startled, and repeated: "Tonight?"

"Or it's okay now," I looked at the tea eggs in the pot, not knowing what I was talking about.But that's exactly what I said.

"Isn't there no one who cares about you?"

"But there are Dove chocolates, mashed potatoes with chicken sauce, hot pot in winter, air-conditioning in summer, and watching dramas while signing express delivery," I replied, trying to smile happily, and added a joke, "What else is there here? Okay? How much performance fee did you pay, do you want me to act as a fake couple with you for a lifetime?"

He lowered his head and said nothing.

I continued: "I think it's the best choice for you to let me go back. Just declare to the public that Qin Su has died of a sudden illness, so you don't have to worry about my temperament, and I will wear clothes someday in the future. Besides, next I don't even know about the development of the plot, and I'm useless to you."

He raised his head to look at me, showing a little anger rarely, and cut off my words: "Needless to say, let's do it now."

I looked at him with a smile, and he looked at me with a smile.It seemed like we were both happy.

Then we entered the secret room of the Jin family, and he drew a new formation for me.

He drew very seriously, and I held the lamp behind me, quietly staring at his side face.

His side profile is so pretty, his facial features are so delicate and delicate, the light shines on his eyelashes, casting a faint shadow like a small fan.

I couldn't help but want to look twice more, and never see it again.

But then I thought again, since I know I won't be able to see it in the future, I should look less.When I go back there, just treat everything here as a dream and forget it completely.But remembering a little will only increase your troubles.

After a while, Jin Guangyao stood up and said in a deep voice, "The painting is finished."

When I saw it, it was a very beautiful formation, much more delicate than the one drawn in a hurry in Nuwa Temple that day.

So I nodded and said, "Thank you."

"Hey, I have one last question for you before you go," he said.

"What?" I asked.

He looked at me, not knowing what to think, a complicated look suddenly appeared in his eyes, he opened his mouth a few times before speaking.

"I remember, when I first met you, you used an analogy." His voice was so low that it didn't look like him, "You said that the second brother stabbed me with a sword..."

I was stunned, I didn't expect him to mention this suddenly, and I was speechless for three seconds.

"Really?" he asked.

"Really...ah no, not really...well, no, I mean, it's true what I said, but it's not true that the second brother stabbed you..."

For the first time in my life, I feel that Mandarin is so hot...

I shook my hand in front of me, took a deep breath, organized my words, and said, "How is that possible? That's a metaphor. You know how Mr. Zewu is willing to hurt you. He has always been so kind to you."

There was a smile on his face, a slightly shy smile, and he squinted his eyes and stared at me.

I also looked back at him, and also raised a smiling face, golden, like a sunflower blooming, and an impeccable smiling face.

Saying that, I thought, have I lost my last chance?

If I tell him the truth, is it possible that he will be disappointed with Lan Xichen and turn to me?

However, since those are things that never happened in the plot line that I have, let's pretend that they never happened in any plot.

If Jin Guangyao knew, it would break his heart.

I sighed. When Baifengshan told the story, he said that no one's life is as precious as his own. How could he not take such a chance.As a result, he didn't do anything to Lan Xichen.

I said, it's fine if he likes me, but he doesn't like me anyway, so I cherish what he does.

But I also threw the dagger in the sea after all.

Flag really cannot stand in this world.

However, I want to say that I finally understand why the little mermaid threw away the dagger that can stab the prince's heart and turn back time.

She is not for the prince's love, she is for her own heart.

No regrets.

You don't have to be like Jiang Wanyin to Wei Wuxian, you don't have to be happy all your life...

Finally, Jin Guangyao stopped dwelling on this topic, brushed the snow off his cloak, and said, "Let's go."

I had a thousand words to say, but in the end, I just smiled and said "thank you".Then he walked into the formation, with his back turned to him.

Behind me, he suddenly said something.

"If... I want you to stay..."

His voice was very soft, but hearing it in my ears, I felt that my heart was being pulled hard.

I turned my face slightly, and smiled as calmly as possible: "Why does Xiandu want me to stay?"

He stopped, thought for a while, stopped again, wanted to speak and stopped, wanted to stop and spoke, and finally said: "You are more controllable than Xue Yang, and more useful than Su She."

I closed my eyes for a moment.

All my life I have prided myself on being useful.

But I've never been more willing to be worthless than at this moment.

……

I don't know what will happen to him after I leave.

But I also think that if there is no such absurd marriage in the middle, he will probably be happier and closer to Zewu-jun, if Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji's Taoist relationship is accepted , and maybe one day in the future, he and Lan Xichen will also be able to break through the secular barriers and truly join hands.

So I opened my eyes, finally smiled and said to him: "You don't need anything, and I have nothing to bless you. I just wish you a sentence of 'lover will get married'."

After a pause, I said again: "Hurry up and go back, Mr. Zewu is probably waiting in the front hall in a hurry."

After speaking, I turned back and turned my back to him.

He called my name twice more, and I never looked back.

Because I am such a brave and unparalleled guy, I don't want people to see tears streaming down my face.

Then I lit the fire, and the formation burned.

A huge golden light rose from the bloody water, blocking my sight and blocking the last bit of grace and sweetness from his body.

In my ears, it seems to be the voice of a child from an hourly tape recorder, reading the well-known fairy tale: the prince happily married the princess of the neighboring country, and the little mermaid quietly turned into foam on the sea.