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Xu Shi was too tired when he woke up, and Yi Qingchen slept very deeply this time. In the past ten years, whenever his sleep sank to a certain level, he would dream of a vast sea. Lush, there is a road hidden in the bamboo sea.He counted the lamp niches beside the path all the way up, and when he counted No. 90 nine, a courtyard covered with white frost flowers appeared at the end of the road.

Yi Qingchen stretched out his hand to push aside the flowering branches and vines covering the doorway. A man in a black dress was sitting beside a stone tea table grinding medicinal powder. Hearing the movement of the flowering branches, the man raised his head, and his hair fell down on his forehead. After a while, a bleak and worldly smile appeared on his indifferent face, "You're here."

Yi Qingchen returned a smile, "Wanxi, why every time I come to you, it is always daytime..."

I hate laughing and not saying a word.

"What medicine are you researching today?" Yi Qingchen has known him for ten years. Although he still hasn't figured out where the dislike and joy come from, and why it persists in his dreams, he always has a feeling of intimacy. feel.He walked to the stone table, dipped some powder from the stone pestle into his mouth with his fingertips, and the bitter taste immediately paralyzed his entire mouth.

Yanxi smiled helplessly, "Reckless, if what I research is (this??) poison (need to be shielded??) medicine (I am a Buddha??), have you thought about the consequences?"

Yi Qingchen picked up the teacup to rinse his mouth, "Aren't you here? You are so skilled in medicine, how can you still watch me die?" Yanxi shook his head, and continued to take a pen to record the prescription. In the past, "What are you writing?"

He didn't raise his head in disgust, but concentrated on the paper, "Although the new prescription for Liu Gong's leg injury has not been completed, the effect will definitely be better than the prescription given to you last time."

Yi Qingchen suddenly withered, "You better stop writing, I can't afford it even if I write."

Disgusted and puzzled, "These are medicines with very low prices, why are you saying that you can't afford them?"

Yi Qingchen told Yanxi about Boss Huang's repeated hikes in drug prices in the past few months. After hearing this, Yanxi frowned, "Relying on my status as a Lingshan disciple to do anything wrong? If I'm still alive..."

Yi Qingchen sat opposite to Yanxi, and he heard what Yanxi said clearly, "Are you a god? Gods can die too?"

Yanxi smiled, "How did you see that I am a god?"

Yi Qingchen said truthfully, "I don't know, I always feel that you are different from ordinary people, at least you are so good-looking, I can't find another one in this world."

Yanxi never cared about these false names, but it was quite useful to be praised by Yi Qingchen like this.

The two chatted about a cup of tea like this, and Yi Qingchen picked up his teacup belatedly, "I'm not drinking your cup, am I?" After drinking a cup of tea, I became even more confused, "Do you also make two cups of tea when you are alone?"

Yanxi smiled meaningfully, "It's just a habit."

Since he refused to go into details, Yi Qingchen didn't want to ask too many questions, so he changed the subject, "Wanxi, teach me how to read." Yanxi didn't understand what he meant, so Yi Qingchen explained with a dejected face, "Writing can't be written." , Wu is not enough, I can't make money, and I need my master to earn money to support my family, everyone looks at me like an embroidered straw bag, and I also want to live a decent life."

Yanxi was silent for a moment, and handed the prescription in his hand to Yi Qingchen, "I don't have a ready-made book right now, so I will borrow the prescription to read it first, and I will prepare the copybook before you come next time." Pointing to the handwriting on the prescription with the bamboo stick that pulls the medicine, read one by one, "Ban Xia."

Yi Qingchen imitated writing in the palm of her hand, "Ban... Xia..."

"Angelica."

"Dang... return to..."

"Duruo."

"Du... Ruo..."

It was already noon when I woke up, the rain was rustling in the courtyard, and the sound of iron hammering was still quite rhythmic.Yi Qingchen sat on the quilt for a while, the cool wind blowing in from the window, clearing most of the chaos in his mind.He looked at the carved window lattice thoughtfully, besides his mind was full of medicine names, he vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a visitor in the room last night.

Last night, he and Yanxi were halfway through their literacy, when their spiritual consciousness was pulled back to reality by the sound of something falling to the ground, half asleep, half awake, hearing the sound of rain, and feeling a little sore in the shoulder, where was the wound hit by a bear during the day, I thought the swelling would go away when I woke up, but I didn't want the cold wind to blow at night, it turned out to be a bit serious.

He was haunted by a nightmare, struggling to get up and apply some wound medicine, but his hands and feet couldn't be controlled at all. In a trance, the window lattice was blown open by the wind, and the sound of rain in his ears became louder.

He barely raised his eyelids to look there, only to see a vague white figure crawling into the room through the window, he closed his eyes for a long time, and then opened them again to see the person coming.

Is a strange boy.

The style of clothes on the young man was exactly the same as that of the man who stood on the top of the loquat tree and gave himself a money bag.

The boy landed cautiously, turned around and closed the window.His waist-length hair was still dripping, but his clothes were not even an inch wet. He leaned a snow-white paper umbrella against the corner of the wall, and quietly came to the bedside. Yi Qingchen subconsciously wanted to get the dagger under the pillow. But no matter what, he couldn't move, so he had to let the boy stretch his cold hand into the quilt, take out his left hand, and clenched it tightly.

He was very dizzy, seeing that this person had no malicious intentions, he let him go.

In a daze, Yi Qingchen seemed to hear someone calling him "Brother Xue", while he was standing in the dark, looking around, a ragged little boy was looking at him not far away, He started to walk towards the boy, but the boy ran farther and farther, and finally disappeared within the distance he could touch.

A whitish spot of light appeared where the boy disappeared, and when Yi Qingchen touched it with his fingertips, a baby's cry came, and the surrounding scene changed, becoming the appearance deep in his memory.It was also a rainy night, and the torrential rain seemed to bring mountain torrents at any time. Little Yi Baixue stepped on the mud puddles, pushed aside grass after bushes, and finally found the source of the sound in a mass grave.

It was an empty tomb with deep water, because the rain was too heavy and the terrain was too low, it was connected with the river.The small wooden basin containing the baby floated up and down in the pit, and he rushed over recklessly, picked up the baby in his arms and held it in his arms, as if he had found a treasure.

He didn't know what kind of luck it was for him to meet this child. Obviously, the water in the river is so fast that the small wooden basin may be overturned at any time. Obviously, there is a deeper cliff and a higher waterfall ahead, but the wooden basin happened to be Stuck in this little tomb.Probably God's will felt that he owed himself, so he sent a life and gave him a chance to protect it again.

He walked a long way with the child in his arms, and came to a messy grave. There was no monument or writing on the grave, only a broken bowl with two wilted wild fruits in it.Yi Baixue knelt down and kowtowed three times towards the grave, "Father, mother, elder brother, elder sister, younger brother, younger sister...Thank you for saving him...I will definitely take care of him His . . . will . . . "

Birds chirped under the eaves, and when Yi Qingchen came back to his senses, his eyes were full of tears, so he quickly grabbed the corner of his clothes and wiped them away.

Yes, he remembered the past.

His real name is Yi Baixue, and he was born in a dilapidated village in southern Xinjiang. There are 11 parents, brothers and sisters in his family. The family is poor and has only one field, and the harvest depends entirely on God's will.In order to make ends meet for the family, I and my elder brothers would sneak around all day long, and if I were not careful, I would end up with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

When he was six years old, there was a severe drought, and the whole village had no crops. He and his younger brother ate the last piece of steamed buns in the house under the watchful eyes of their parents and brothers, and the days after that became extremely sad.During the day, my father and mother would go out to look for food, and I would carry a bamboo basket with my brother and the big yellow dog to find grass roots and voles, so that I could barely make ends meet.

But the rain never cared for the village. More and more skeletons were lying on the side of the road. The food brought back by the brothers was getting less and less. Gradually, my parents didn't allow me to go out, so I lay down by the window with my younger brothers and sisters to watch. Looking forward to everything that happened in the village, and looking forward to my parents coming back with food.

One evening, when the setting sun was like blood, I looked through the window and saw on the dry and cracked field ridges outside, my parents were returning with a full load of smiles, and they brought back a lot of meat.

The kindly mother stroked her head, her voice was soft and gentle, "Xiao Qi, you must eat more. See why you are so thin, even your younger brothers and sisters are stronger than you."

That night, they all ate very full after a long absence.

Later, my parents would bring back a lot of meat pieces every day. The sisters in the family thought that the hard days would be over until that night.

It was the tenth day when the parents brought the meat back home. When they returned home that day, the faces of the parents were unusually heavy. They locked the windows and blocked the door with tables and chairs. The door panels were punched and kicked, and the one who was most excited was a hoarse male voice who was holding the door panel and crying, "Monsters, you are all monsters! I saw with my own eyes the two of you cut my poor dead lady into several pieces." Take it home to eat, it’s you, return my wife’s body! Return my wife’s body!”

At that time, how many people in the family vomited and I can't remember clearly, but Yi Baixue didn't vomit. He squatted in the dark corner with a rare fear and calmness in his heart. He felt that his parents did nothing wrong.

That night, the sour smell of vomit mixed with the bloody meat in the kitchen and the heart-piercing screams of the big yellow dog outside formed a little nightmare in Yi Baixue's heart.

Day after day after that, the parents had to return home empty-handed. The youngest sister ate her own pillow and drank some water brought back by her parents, crying and wailing to death.At that time, looking at his younger sister who was sleeping peacefully on the bed, he felt guilty that he had never felt before. He cried for a whole day, and he didn't care how his parents finally disposed of his younger sister's body.

From then on, whenever his parents went out, he would secretly go out with a bamboo basket, but this time only his younger brother followed him.

later?What happened next?

That's right, not long after he and his younger brother went out, they ran into a group of hungry and crazy villagers chasing after him.

After that, he became more obedient, staying at home with his elder brothers and sisters, looking at each other face to face, sometimes giggling, sometimes crying, and more often huddled together listening to the screams and wailing outside the house one after another.

The severe drought took more than half of the people in the village, but the rain was determined not to come to this land. More and more people died. Those corpses that were too late to deal with were exposed to the sun all day long in the field, full of insects and flies, and the stench was overwhelming. , No one dares to play with these rotten meat.

The rotten smell permeated every corner of the village, and Yi Baixue felt his head hurting from smelling it. He felt that this stench was invading every hair on his body. He felt more and more that what he was breathing was this stench. The sheets and bedding had this stench, and even the water brought back by the parents also had a stench.

The stench was mixed in the darkened and precious water source and poured into everyone's heart and spleen. After a short cool-down, stomach cramps and nausea followed. Yi Baixue drank less, but it was also extremely painful , he fell to the ground limply all over, with streams of stinky water gushing from his throat, spraying out from between his teeth and nasal cavity, and falling to the ground in black and green puddles.

He raised his hand to wipe the embarrassment on his face, but when he wiped it lightly, his hand was covered with black and red blood.

He was terrified and at a loss, and wanted to ask his parents for help, but he was even more frightened to find that everyone in the family had such black blood gushing from their eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.

He desperately grabbed his elder brother's ankle, howled, tried his best to keep him, "Second brother, will I die? What should I do? What should I do?"

The second brother stretched out his hand and patted Yi Baixue's head, with black blood gushing out of his mouth, "Don't be afraid, Xiao Qi, but it hurts for a while, and it will be fine after a while..."

Yi Baixue shook her head desperately, "No, you all look scary, you..."

"Woo...Xiaoqi..." Yi Baixue looked over in response, the third sister was clutching her stomach and curled up, a large amount of blood spilled from between her legs, staining the originally bright red skin black. Cloth, her lower abdomen is gradually drying up, she stretched out her hand to hold Yi Baixue's hand, exhausted her last breath, "I...I don't want to die yet..." After a while, she completely disappeared. A piece of skin and bones.

Yi Baixue took out a piece of black mud from her clothes and applied it on the third sister's face, at a loss, "Sister, sister, wake up, this is the medicine I stole from Doctor Barefoot, you always say he lied People, but I have really seen him save lives, his medicine...his medicine will definitely be able to..." The body is getting heavier and heavier, and the darkness of submergence is pressing, and the consciousness Falling into the abyss uncontrollably.

When Yi Baixue woke up again, the home was still the same, but there were only a few cold skeletons left in the home.

He once thought it was just a dream, and after waiting for a long time, no one woke up and joked with him.But God sees him so pitiful, but wants to make him happy. A thunderstorm, two or three strong winds, and heavy rain come with overwhelming momentum, pouring into every inch of the cracked ground, and washing every bloody bone.

This rain lasted for a long time, so long that Yi Baixue found that he had lost the strength to hold a basin of water, so long that he exhausted all his strength to dig holes for all the bones, so long that he wandered around mass graves for several months, Finally met the abandoned baby.This is not an ordinary baby, this is his only sustenance in this world, his only relative.

He has made up his mind that he will never leave his younger brother behind and live alone. If there is a future, even if he wants him to die, to fall forever, or to perish forever, he is willing to do so. cost......

later?after that?

Yi Qingchen hammered his head hard, but couldn't think of anything more.

Memories stop at the most tragic childhood, which makes Yi Qingchen feel heavy.If he remembered correctly, he was just six years old at the time. How would a six-year-old child with no strength to hold a chicken live with another baby who was still in its swaddling position?

How difficult should life be?

"Why can't I remember?" Yi Qingchen slammed the bed board hard, the bed board didn't make any sound, but his hand hurt tightly, "A little bit is fine..." It's like walking on a road , but a cliff suddenly appeared in front of him. The missing and lost memories seemed to have long since ceased to exist in his mind, and had been stripped away out of thin air.