Day by day, whether it is good or bad, it must be lived like this. Music + Literature + .Whether you have great ambitions or settle in a corner, you have to live first. To be alive is to have everything.

Yan Bing finally fell ill, and after thinking too much, she suffered from a cold after a heavy snowfall, and she just coughed, and the cough did not get better for half a month, but it became more and more serious.

Lang Zhong touched the snow-white beard on his chin, withdrew his hand from Yan Bing's wrist, and sighed.

"Girl, it's not a problem if you don't take medicine!"

"Huh?" Su Moyu was taken aback, "No, according to Mr.'s instructions, this medicine has not stopped, and it has been boiled on time." ”

Lang Zhong's words made Su Moyu a little angry, a little wind and cold, how could he be taken more and more seriously by this Lang Zhong, is he not really talented.

"Isn't Mr.'s medicine wrong!" Su Moyu glanced at Lang Zhong, wanting to shirk responsibility, thinking beautifully!

"You girl, how do you talk!" The little apprentice beside Lang Zhong was unhappy, "Although my master doesn't dare to say that he is the first in the world, he is also famous in the capital, how can such a small illness be wrong?"

The little apprentice looked at Yan Bing, who was lying on the bed and staring at the top of the tent with an expressionless face, and said reluctantly: "You can't take care of the patient yourself, blame my master?"

"You ......" Su Moyu caught fire in his heart. Watching Yan Bing lose weight day by day, listening to her heart-rending cough, she couldn't worry. Let's not say that Qinmei entrusted people to her, and she can't have problems here, just say that such a delicate little girl, sick like this, feels as uncomfortable as being pinched up.

"Apprentice!" Lao Langzhong said: "Miss Su is just anxious, you must not make a mistake!"

The little apprentice responded, glared at Su Moyu again, and then Shi Shi walked over and put the pillow he had used just now into the medicine box.

"Girl!" Lao Langzhong didn't look at Su Moyu, but said to Yan Bing: "Life is yours, whether you want it or not, it's all yours." The old man can save your people, but he can't save your heart, he can save your illness, but he can't save your life. ”

After speaking, he motioned to the child to study the ink and lay the paper, wrote down the prescription with a brush, considered it for a while, and handed it to Su Moyu, who was at a loss on the side: "Three paintings a day, and the old man will come back in three days." After speaking, he walked slowly to the door with his hands behind his back, and when he was about to step out of the threshold, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head and said: "If this girl still doesn't take medicine, then tell the old man to save a trip in vain." ”

It wasn't until the little boy ran out after Lang Zhong for a long distance that Su Moyu came to his senses. It turned out that it wasn't Lang Zhong's medicine that was wrong, it was that Yan Bing didn't take the medicine at all. No wonder he's getting sicker.

Looking at Yan Bing lying on the bed without saying a word, she suddenly felt aggrieved, thinking that she didn't take good care of her, but what she didn't expect was that she was actually practicing herself.

"Are you ......" Su Moyu walked to the side of the bed, but didn't say anything, looking at her dull eyes, all the complaints were blocked in her throat, so she had to help Yan Bing press the quilt and let out a long sigh.

"You heard what Lang Zhong said. As he spoke, he walked over to the coffee table with the wooden basin next to the bed, wrung out the handkerchief that was still in the basin, and replaced the handkerchief on Yan Bing's head.

"Yan Bing, I know you're uncomfortable, but you have to live!" touched the top of Yan Bing's head, just like touching his sister's soft hair when he was a child.

"Think about Yu Bing, think about Qin Mei, how many things did they do to protect all of you? If you keep going like this, how can you be worthy of them?"

Hearing her sister's name, Yan Bing turned her head slightly, glanced at Su Moyu, and turned her head back again. My sister is dead, what's the use of mentioning it now?

"A big family...... Su Moyu seemed to be talking to himself, and as if he was saying to Yan Bing, "A big family, I'm the only one left." What should I do? Can I live? Why do I live? How do I live? Who knows? But I still have to survive. ”

Su Moyu looked at the charcoal basin in the room and slowly continued: "It's better to live, to be alive is to figure everything out, to be alive is to take revenge, and to be alive is to make the dead not die worthless." After all, they bought their lives for a chance. Thinking of the inexplicable death of the Su family, thinking of his parents and his sisters and brothers, Su Moyu returned to the family in a trance when the accident had just happened.

That morning, her mother took her to see her uncle, the aunt hugged her little sister who was just going to run all over the ground, stood at the door and waved to herself, the sister didn't let the nurse hug, broke free from the ground, ran to Su Moyu, hugged her legs, and said in a milky voice that she was reluctant to part with her, she squatted down, touched her sister's soft hair, and played a package ticket, saying that when she came back the next day, she would buy a lot of delicious food that her sister liked. Only then did she send away a handful of snot and a handful of tears. The little girl snorted and was reluctantly carried back into her arms by her aunt.

Ever since she went out, she has been thinking about buying something delicious for her sister. Osmanthus cake, walnut crisp, pear candy, these are all my sister's favorite foods.

During the two days at her uncle's house, she bought a lot of delicious food, put them on the table and piled them up into a hill, and told the maids to put away all their things and bring them to her sister when she came home tomorrow.

Her uncle and mother also laughed at her, saying that where these sisters could finish eating, it was clear that she was greedy for herself, and bought them for herself in the name of her sister. Before she could remember to push back her uncle's words, she heard the little girl hurriedly report the bad news at home. Of the 32 people at home, none of them were spared.

The pile of snacks suddenly pierced her eyes, fake, everything is fake! It must be a lie!

As soon as he learned that something had happened at home, his uncle decisively sent someone to hide his mother and her in the village overnight, dressed as ordinary village women and children, and escaped.

After hiding for a year, I dared to hold my mother and secretly go back to take a look.

In the past, the flowery yard was only left with withered yellow weeds, swaying in the north wind. Nuoda's mansion, only the broken tiles were burned down, and some charred pillars were still standing, which seemed to witness the glory of this place.

The green bricks under his feet are no longer the color of the year, they are pitch black, and it is depressing to look at. How much blood is there under this black? How many lives is that? Father and sister sisters? Servants and miscellaneous servants? They died so unjustly! Will their unjust souls be accompanied by a roaring seal, rush out of the green bricks, and grab her feet? They must have questioned her, why they are all dead, but she is still alive. Yes, yes, they will! all dead, all dead, thirty-two people, all dead,

The more he thought about it, the more scared Su Moyu became, and quickly threw the dim sum he bought on the ground, and ran away, as if there were really a lot of unjust souls behind him.

Day by day, whether it is good or bad, it must be lived like this. Music + Literature + .Whether you have great ambitions or settle in a corner, you have to live first. To be alive is to have everything.

Yan Bing finally fell ill, and after thinking too much, she suffered from a cold after a heavy snowfall, and she just coughed, and the cough did not get better for half a month, but it became more and more serious.

Lang Zhong touched the snow-white beard on his chin, withdrew his hand from Yan Bing's wrist, and sighed.

"Girl, it's not a problem if you don't take medicine!"

"Huh?" Su Moyu was taken aback, "No, according to Mr.'s instructions, this medicine has not stopped, and it has been boiled on time." ”

Lang Zhong's words made Su Moyu a little angry, a little wind and cold, how could he be taken more and more seriously by this Lang Zhong, is he not really talented.

"Isn't Mr.'s medicine wrong!" Su Moyu glanced at Lang Zhong, wanting to shirk responsibility, thinking beautifully!

"You girl, how do you talk!" The little apprentice beside Lang Zhong was unhappy, "Although my master doesn't dare to say that he is the first in the world, he is also famous in the capital, how can such a small illness be wrong?"

The little apprentice looked at Yan Bing, who was lying on the bed and staring at the top of the tent with an expressionless face, and said reluctantly: "You can't take care of the patient yourself, blame my master?"

"You ......" Su Moyu caught fire in his heart. Watching Yan Bing lose weight day by day, listening to her heart-rending cough, she couldn't worry. Let's not say that Qinmei entrusted people to her, and she can't have problems here, just say that such a delicate little girl, sick like this, feels as uncomfortable as being pinched up.

"Apprentice!" Lao Langzhong said: "Miss Su is just anxious, you must not make a mistake!"

The little apprentice responded, glared at Su Moyu again, and then Shi Shi walked over and put the pillow he had used just now into the medicine box.

"Girl!" Lao Langzhong didn't look at Su Moyu, but said to Yan Bing: "Life is yours, whether you want it or not, it's all yours." The old man can save your people, but he can't save your heart, he can save your illness, but he can't save your life. ”

After speaking, he motioned to the child to study the ink and lay the paper, wrote down the prescription with a brush, considered it for a while, and handed it to Su Moyu, who was at a loss on the side: "Three paintings a day, and the old man will come back in three days." After speaking, he walked slowly to the door with his hands behind his back, and when he was about to step out of the threshold, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head and said: "If this girl still doesn't take medicine, then tell the old man to save a trip in vain." ”

It wasn't until the little boy ran out after Lang Zhong for a long distance that Su Moyu came to his senses. It turned out that it wasn't Lang Zhong's medicine that was wrong, it was that Yan Bing didn't take the medicine at all. No wonder he's getting sicker.

Looking at Yan Bing lying on the bed without saying a word, she suddenly felt aggrieved, thinking that she didn't take good care of her, but what she didn't expect was that she was actually practicing herself.

"Are you ......" Su Moyu walked to the side of the bed, but didn't say anything, looking at her dull eyes, all the complaints were blocked in her throat, so she had to help Yan Bing press the quilt and let out a long sigh.

"You heard what Lang Zhong said. As he spoke, he walked over to the coffee table with the wooden basin next to the bed, wrung out the handkerchief that was still in the basin, and replaced the handkerchief on Yan Bing's head.

"Yan Bing, I know you're uncomfortable, but you have to live!" touched the top of Yan Bing's head, just like touching his sister's soft hair when he was a child.

"Think about Yu Bing, think about Qin Mei, how many things did they do to protect all of you? If you keep going like this, how can you be worthy of them?"

Hearing her sister's name, Yan Bing turned her head slightly, glanced at Su Moyu, and turned her head back again. My sister is dead, what's the use of mentioning it now?

"A big family...... Su Moyu seemed to be talking to himself, and as if he was saying to Yan Bing, "A big family, I'm the only one left." What should I do? Can I live? Why do I live? How do I live? Who knows? But I still have to survive. ”

Su Moyu looked at the charcoal basin in the room and slowly continued: "It's better to live, to be alive is to figure everything out, to be alive is to take revenge, and to be alive is to make the dead not die worthless." After all, they bought their lives for a chance. Thinking of the inexplicable death of the Su family, thinking of his parents and his sisters and brothers, Su Moyu returned to the family in a trance when the accident had just happened.

That morning, her mother took her to see her uncle, the aunt hugged her little sister who was just going to run all over the ground, stood at the door and waved to herself, the sister didn't let the nurse hug, broke free from the ground, ran to Su Moyu, hugged her legs, and said in a milky voice that she was reluctant to part with her, she squatted down, touched her sister's soft hair, and played a package ticket, saying that when she came back the next day, she would buy a lot of delicious food that her sister liked. Only then did she send away a handful of snot and a handful of tears. The little girl snorted and was reluctantly carried back into her arms by her aunt.

Ever since she went out, she has been thinking about buying something delicious for her sister. Osmanthus cake, walnut crisp, pear candy, these are all my sister's favorite foods.

During the two days at her uncle's house, she bought a lot of delicious food, put them on the table and piled them up into a hill, and told the maids to put away all their things and bring them to her sister when she came home tomorrow.

Her uncle and mother also laughed at her, saying that where these sisters could finish eating, it was clear that she was greedy for herself, and bought them for herself in the name of her sister. Before she could remember to push back her uncle's words, she heard the little girl hurriedly report the bad news at home. Of the 32 people at home, none of them were spared.

The pile of snacks suddenly pierced her eyes, fake, everything is fake! It must be a lie!

As soon as he learned that something had happened at home, his uncle decisively sent someone to hide his mother and her in the village overnight, dressed as ordinary village women and children, and escaped.

After hiding for a year, I dared to hold my mother and secretly go back to take a look.

In the past, the flowery yard was only left with withered yellow weeds, swaying in the north wind. Nuoda's mansion, only the broken tiles were burned down, and some charred pillars were still standing, which seemed to witness the glory of this place.

The green bricks under his feet are no longer the color of the year, they are pitch black, and it is depressing to look at. How much blood is there under this black? How many lives is that? Father and sister sisters? Servants and miscellaneous servants? They died so unjustly! Will their unjust souls be accompanied by a roaring seal, rush out of the green bricks, and grab her feet? They must have questioned her, why they are all dead, but she is still alive. Yes, yes, they will! all dead, all dead, thirty-two people, all dead,

The more he thought about it, the more scared Su Moyu became, and quickly threw the dim sum he bought on the ground, and ran away, as if there were really a lot of unjust souls behind him.