[Qin Shimingyue] On the development of love through improper households

In a blink of an eye, Zhang Liang had been away from Han and came to Pengcheng for more than 20 days.Every evening, he had to cut his wrists and let bloodlet for Buyi's treatment. Although Long Qi painstakingly prepared medicine for him every day, his body was already extremely weak and his condition was getting worse.

"Ahem——" I opened the door and came in, just in time to hear Zhang Liang's violent coughing, and quickly poured him a bowl of water.

Zhang Liang took the bowl, took a few sips, and then asked lightly, "Is Busu's health better?"

"He's fine." I nodded and said solemnly, "Thanks to you this time, otherwise—"

"Ah Zhen." He interrupted me and looked at me steadily, "Today is Budo's birthday."

"……Yes."

One year ago today, Zhang Liang and I were still at the foot of the Taihang Mountains. After the heavy snowfall, we were born without a doubt.A year ago, Zhang Liang fed him with goat milk so that he could survive.A year later, Zhang Liang fed him with blood, allowing him to be reborn.

No doubt owed Zhang Liang two lives.

Long Qie and I politely declined the kindness of Zhong Limei and others, and did not organize the birthday party, but Zhang Liang remembered it very clearly.

"I didn't prepare a birthday gift for Busu—"

"It doesn't matter." I paused, and then said, "I didn't prepare a birthday present for him either. The kid doesn't understand anything anyway, so he won't care about it."

"Ah Zhen, I don't doubt it."

"it is good."

No doubt being held by Long Qie to bask in the sun in the backyard at this moment, how comfortable it would be.Zhang Liang was only a hundred feet away from them, but he had to hide in this dark inner room, not even an inch of sunlight.

His health has not been very good since he was a teenager. Although he improved because of his intensive swordsmanship, after two years of fleeing life after burning books and burying scholars, he lived in the open air every day, and his health is already very poor.

I closed the backyard and ordered Yinxue to take people outside to guard it, and then accompanied Zhang Liang out to meet him.

There were no peach trees in the backyard, but after the peach blossoms died out this year, Longqie ordered someone to transplant a few trees, saying that in the coming year, he would be able to stay at home and enjoy the peach blossom trees in the yard.

The winter snow hasn't melted yet, but the sun is shining today.Long Qi was leaning against the tree, with his face downcast, and in his arms was Bu Yi who was dressed beamingly.

I haven't told Zhang Liang yet, but Busu's eyes can see and his ears can hear.

"Daddy—"

Zhang Liang paused.

"Daddy—"

The voice of a child is milky and full of vitality.

"Buji is so good." Long Qi laughed loudly, and rubbed his face affectionately on Buji's little face.Buzhi giggled teasedly, stretched out his small hand to pull Long Qie's red hair on his forehead.

"Daddy is in great pain, I don't doubt that my lord will be merciful."

Long Qi pretended to be in pain, and complained with bared teeth.

Busu giggled and said, "I like Daddy!"

"...No doubt, I will call you Daddy and say something else." Zhang Liang said softly, "It's really smart."

The boundless white snow and the endless skylight made his face paler.

He didn't go any further, just looked deeply at the spot without any doubt, then turned and went back to the house.

Although the sun is shining, it is also bone-chillingly cold when the snow melts.

I went out of the backyard and said to Yin Xue: "Go ask Mr. Yan Er to come over."

Not long after, Yan Lu came, and he asked politely, "Zizhen, what do you want me to do?"

I hesitated for a moment, then said: "Zhang Liang, he is here."

"Zifang?" Hearing this, Yan Lu didn't show a surprised expression, "...Is that so."

Yan Lu went to see Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang was leaning against the bed in the inner room, carefully flipping through the bamboo slips in his hand.Long Qi was afraid that he would be bored sitting every day, so he found many kinds of books for him.

Zhang Liang raised his head, the moment he saw Yan Lu, his eyes were slightly startled at first, and then trembled slightly.

"Brother."

The loneliness that has accumulated for a long time has nowhere to hide.At this moment, he actually looked like a wronged child.

If the ink crow was still around, I would probably look like this too.

"Zifang." Yan Lu stepped forward and asked with a smile, "How about a game of chess?"

"Okay." Zhang Liang nodded, and a smile spread from the corner of his lips.

Yan Lu didn't say a word about Busu, and didn't even ask why Zhang Liang appeared here.He didn't ask anything, maybe he knew it already, maybe he didn't want to know at all.

Zhang Liangchai took the lead first, and raised Heizi at Yan Lu: "Thank you, senior brother."

"You." Yan Lu shook his head slightly, then smiled lightly, "I won't lose this time."

"Oh?"

"Ovary, please."

They played chess and I got up and walked out.Didn't go far, just outside the door.Just right enough to hear them talking.

The inner room is connected to the outer room. I leaned outside the door, listening to the voices from inside, but felt very sad.

"Brother, you lost." Zhang Liang's voice was full of joy.

It's been a long time since I've seen him so happy. If possible, I really hope he can be like this forever.

"Ovary, your hand—"

"I am fine."

Through the crack of the door, I saw bright red blood oozing from the bandage wrapped around Zhang Liang's hand.

...It's already more than 20 knives.

His wrists, arms, and even fingers were bruised.I can't even imagine how he will survive the rest of the day.

He always said I'm fine, I'm fine.He also said, don't worry.

I'm fine, don't worry.

Always these two sentences.

He can only say these two sentences.

"Ah Zhen, it's not good to eavesdrop on other people's conversations here, isn't it?" Long Qi's voice came from next to his ear, and he was holding a little blushing face in his arms.

Zhang Liang's complexion is getting worse and worse, but his complexion is getting better and better.

Ah.

... the Gu of eating the father.

"Mother." Buji happily stretched out her little hand towards me, babbling and beckoning for a hug.

I didn't move, Long Qi was slightly stunned, and then he recovered his smile, coaxing no doubt: "No doubt, your mother is a bit tired, should daddy hold you?"

I went out and stood in the small courtyard.The little snowman that Long Qi had built earlier had been melted a lot by the sunlight, and at this moment, only half of it remained.

A slant of sunlight melted into the yeti's eyes, and it looked like it was crying.

When night comes, it is also the time when I am in the worst mood.Today, however, I think I may be in a slightly better mood.

After Yan Lu came for a visit during the day, Zhang Liang's face began to show color, and the previous fatigue seemed to be swept away.I thought about finding some high-quality medicinal materials to supplement him some other day. After these forty days, I will be fine when Bai Feng comes back.

However, the plan always fails to keep up with the changes, and unexpected guests come to the door.

It's Lord Longyang, and—Shui Shuzi.

I hadn't seen Shuja in almost two years, and we hadn't run into each other since our ridiculous plan failed.She must have grown up rapidly in the past two years, and her eyebrows became more stable. After seeing me, she didn't shout, but asked coldly, "Where is Zhang Liang?"

I raised my eyebrows and said with a smile: "Miss Shui didn't go to the Han camp to ask for someone, why did she come to Pengcheng?"

"Ji Zhen." Shuzi looked at me firmly, and said word by word, "Zhang Liang's father is gone."

My smile suddenly froze on my face, and after a while, I almost blurted out without thinking: "Shuzi, you have to keep this matter a secret from Zhang Liang."

I'm afraid he can't bear such a blow at all.

"Ji Zhen, what do you mean? Zhang Liang must go home to attend Uncle Zhang's funeral. He is the only son in the Zhang family now."

"You can't come back to life after death, so you can do it for him, Shuzi."

"Ji Zhen, don't go too far!" Shuzi gritted her teeth and asked, "That's his father!"

"he……"

I am suddenly out of words.

"Sookie, I will trouble you with this matter."

Behind him was Zhang Liang's voice.

Clear and light, but extremely heavy.

I didn't even have the courage to turn my head to see his expression.

Shuzi blushed, and said loudly, "Zhang Liang, can't you go back for Uncle Zhang's funeral?"

"Sookie, I have something important to do."

"Important matter? You defected to Liu Bang, but now you appear in Sima's Mansion in Pengcheng to meet your old lover privately. Is this your important matter?"

"Sookie, please worry about my father's affairs."

"Trouble me? Okay, okay! I worry!" Shuzi's eyes overflowed with tears, and her voice gradually quieted down, "Uncle Zhang was always thinking about you before he died, you can't come back to see him for the last time, but he You can't handle all the funerals in person, if he knows, he won't feel at ease..."

Speaking of this, she was sobbing.

Zhang Liang was silent for a long time, and said softly: "After this incident is over, I will personally go to my father's grave to apologize."

"What is there that is more important than Uncle Zhang's funeral?"

Zhang Liang stopped answering, turned around and walked towards the inner room.

Shuzi wanted to catch up with him to ask for clarification, but Jun Longyang held her back and said seriously, "I brought you here not to make you make trouble for no reason."

"Am I making trouble unreasonably?"

"Since he has refused, you have no reason to force him."

"But—" Shuzi cried desolately, "that's his only relative in the world! That's his father!"

Zhang Liang paused, and Shuzi's face showed anticipation again.

She thought he would turn around, but he didn't.In an instant, he entered the inner room.

Shuzi glanced at me before leaving, but there was no hatred in her eyes.Perhaps the person she hates the most in this world has changed from Ji Zhen to Zhang Liang.

When I went to the inner room, Zhang Liang was washing his hands.He cut his wrist, poured half a bowl of blood, and said to me: "Ah Zhen, let Buji drink it earlier."

"Okay." I wanted to say something to comfort him, but nothing came out.The faint candlelight made his silhouette lonely but gentle, and in an instant, he had changed a lot.

Long Qie came back with Buyi in his arms, and I hurriedly asked Long Qie to feed him and drink it, but unexpectedly, Buji not only recovered his sense of sight and hearing, but also his sense of taste.After taking a sip, he vomited it all up, and then cried out, desperately waving his little hands in protest, but Longju was caught off guard, and the bowl in his hand was knocked over by him to the ground, spilling blood all over the ground.

I looked down at the blood stains on the ground, then looked up at Busu who was crying, and then I raised my hand and slapped him mercilessly.

Buji cried even louder, while Long Qi rubbed his red cheeks for him, he coaxed him in a low voice: "Buji be good, don't cry, Daddy likes Busu the most."

"Bad mother, bad... mother——"

"Ah Zhen, how can you beat him? Busu is just a child." Long Qi frowned and complained, "Busu also accidentally knocked over this bowl of blood."

I squatted down and stared at the blood on the ground, my vision gradually blurred.

"It's not blood." I whispered, "...it's his life."