Tsui Er was still in shock, unable to regain her senses.

I calmed down, took the blanket that Cui'er had put on me, untied the big blanket on the young man's body, and covered it lightly. "Cui'er, let the coachman continue on his way."

After a moment of pause, the carriage finally started again and headed towards Qinglian Mountain outside Daye City.

The closer the road got to the mountainside, the more it swayed.

Cui'er had been leaning on the corner of the car in a daze and didn't speak, and when a low moan suddenly came to mind in the car, I realized that it was too much bump in the car? "Cui'er, let the coachman slow down." I whispered

After checking the pulse for me, Master Jing raised his eyebrows and smiled: "It's okay anymore." “

Before I went out, I couldn't help but turn around and ask her, "How is the young man who lives in the guest room?" “

Shitai frowned and said: "He hurt his eye, although the injury doesn't look very strict, but whether the vision can be restored, or how long it will take, it's hard to say for the time being." "Miss Ye, since he was rescued by chance on your way, and he had a five-day appointment with someone, I will tell you bluntly when I see the person entrusted to you." "There are only a handful of doctors in Daye City who are skilled in traditional Chinese medicine, and my medical skills are limited, but since he is from a neighboring country, as long as he returns to his homeland, there will inevitably be better doctors who can heal him." "Miss Ye," Master Jing stopped the topic with hesitation, and said after a few seconds of silence: "Looking at that son's clothes, he is either rich or expensive, listen to you, there were actually pursuers behind when he rescued him."

She hesitated, as if thinking about how to make her words tactful. "I know what you mean, but since I saved him, I will definitely protect him until the person who answers appears." I smiled slightly. "Say it again. Saving someone's life is better than creating a floating massacre, and he can't be left behind and thrown to the pursuers. “

"The chasing soldiers mentioned by the man in black must not be the officers and soldiers of Daye. You know, his accent is obviously different from here. "Wait for him to wake up. If I have the right opportunity, I will ask him where he is from. “

In the evening, it began to rain lightly, falling on the bamboo forest in the courtyard.

Cui'er hurriedly ran over, and as soon as she entered the door, she called out to me: "Miss, that boy is awake." ”

I stopped the white fan that I was drawing, which was the greatest pastime in my spare time at the Seolin Temple. Several have been painted.

I followed Cui'er with an umbrella to the courtyard next door, and when I pushed open the door across the path, I saw that the person who had been lying on the bed all day was slowly propping himself up.

I could hear the sound of the door being pushed, and he followed the sound and "looked" towards me.

Not far away. I looked at him, and he looked back at me.

His eyes had been covered with herbs, wrapped in a clean white cloth, and his face was as beautiful as the stars and the moon that could not be touched.

A smile bloomed on his lips and said, "But the girl saved her?" ”

His voice was as beautiful as a mountain stream.

He can't see me. But kept "watching" in my direction, waiting for my answer

The meeting with the man in black to deliver the boy was five days later, and it was said that he had become an object, but it was exactly like that.

He was able to get up, and after changing the medicine, he said that he wanted to go out to breathe.

The rain stopped. Seeing him familiar all the way to the door, I was surprised how he could be so skillful, as if this place was his home.

But as soon as this thought flashed, I saw him walking straight in the direction of the threshold, regardless of it.

"Be careful." I ran over and grabbed him.

As before, he turned his head to thank me this time

It was rainy on the mountain, and it was a light rain that stopped suddenly, and I was painting a fan in the pavilion to paint the most beautiful cluster of orchids in front of Qinglian Nunnery.

From far and near, I was interrupted by the sound of footsteps.

I didn't look back, I thought it was to urge my Cui'er, and I kept saying loudly: "Cui'er, I'll skip eating first, and I'll go back when I'm done painting." ”

I didn't see Cui'er answer, but I heard a low laugh on the side of the gazebo.

I suddenly came to my senses, and where was Cui'er behind me, and quickly looked back.

It's him!

"How did you get here?" The pen I picked up rolled down in shock, and it landed heavily on the fan, splashing a cloud of ink.

"Ah, it's a pity." I sighed.

Instead of thinking about the fan that had been damaged, I wondered how he got here from his backyard?

I put down my pen, put it aside, walked a few steps down the steps, and said, "Who brought you here?" Is it Cui'er? ”

His blindfolded eyes "glanced" in my direction and said, "It's me." "Then how do you know the way?" I saw that there were no signs of a fall on him, and although the rain had stopped, the path in the yard was slippery and muddy.

The corners of his mouth tugged at the corner of his mouth and said, "The nunnery is not big, so it's easy to find." “

After that, he was obviously interested in the fan I had just painted, and glanced at the place where he was looking at the gazebo, and he said in a low voice: "You just shouted, what happened?" “

My eyelashes moved, and I smiled awkwardly: "It's just that my hand slipped, the pen fell, and the ink that had just been touched fell on the paper, so it was ruined." ”

"But it's okay, it's a big deal to redraw the fan again."

He stretched out his hand and said, "You take me to the place where you painted the fan." ”

Without thinking about it, I took him by the wrist and led him to the stone table.

His body temperature was cold, and I could feel his hand trembling slightly as I held it.

I frowned and remembered that this person had just arrived in the backyard from the backyard, and it was only a few steps away, did he need someone to help him?

The thought only came to him, for as soon as he reached the table, he let go of me, and lowered his head to the fan resting on the table.

"Is this it?" He turned his head to "look" at me, a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Yes," I whispered, retracting my thoughts, "you be careful with the ink on your hands. ”

"Give me the pen." Asked me to point out where the mistake had been contaminated, and he reached for it again.

With a few brushstrokes, he covered up the ink-soaked fan and turned it into a cliff. In this way, the orchid that was originally painted bloomed on that cliff.

I shouted with joy and held it in my hands and watched. turned his head and smiled at him: "If you have divine help with this pen, the fan is even better than just now." "How do you know. I originally drew orchids? I looked at him with sparkling eyes.

He shook his head and said, "I don't know, it's just a guess." "Then your guess is too accurate." "If it weren't for your eyes still entangled, I would have thought, I really thought, you could actually see it." I said this sentence without thinking, I knew that it was inappropriate, and I covered my mouth after realizing it.

How can it be at this time. In an invisible person with the front to talk about the eyes thing?! "I'm sorry." I bowed my head and said, "I was speechless for a moment." "Please don't be surprised."

I don't know why, but after saying these few words of apology, I saw the corners of his mouth move again.

He turned. Walking slowly to the orchid on the side of the gazebo, although it was only a few steps, it still startled me, and I rushed over and stopped it. Then he walked down the steps. "Sometimes, not being able to see isn't necessarily a bad thing."

He was a head above me, and he said it softly, but I heard it anyway. "Isn't that a bad thing?" My hand was still holding him, and I frowned. "Aren't you worried?" "I'm worried, and I'm not worried." "The fear is that once I regain my sight, I'm going to have to do something that I don't want to do." "Don't worry, for example, now, I can smell the fragrance of this flower, I can stay in this peaceful yard, I can't see the road, and there are people around me to support me."

I listened intently to what he had to say, and when he had finished speaking, he turned his head again to "look" at me, and "stared" deeply.

When I heard the previous sentence, I was thinking about what he was reluctant to do, and when I heard the latter sentence, I realized what he meant, and I immediately blushed.

This man couldn't see me, but I always felt as if I had known him for a long time.

Even the dialogue is so natural and natural.

Maybe it started from the moment I went up the mountain, met the man in black with him, and accepted the commission to rescue him.

At that moment, my heart suddenly tingled, and I suddenly remembered the scene that Cui'er tried to evoke my memories on the day I woke up in the Ye Mansion.

At that time, a thought arose in my mind that I seemed to have forgotten the most important thing.

What could it be? I had a headache and my breath was tense. "What's wrong with you?" His gentle voice rang in his ears. "It's okay, I just can't remember the past, I accidentally fell into the pond more than a month ago, and then I don't remember who I am or what happened."

He was stunned, and then said, "There is such a good thing." “

I looked up at him in amazement, and could hear the envy in his tone.

Immediately afterwards, he sighed and said, "If it were me, I don't know how happy I would be." “

He turned away from me, his face hidden in the shadows of the trees, I couldn't see the expression on his face, but I could hear the loss in his tone.

For a moment, I didn't know how to comfort him, although I could guess that he must have had a lot of bad memories in his memory.

After hesitating for a while, I still chose to stay quietly by his side, and spent half an hour quietly, without a word of dialogue.

You can hear the birdsong in the mountains and forests, and you can smell the fresh smell of flowers and plants among the leaves, which is the pleasant smell after being washed by the light rain.

He suddenly opened his mouth and said leisurely: "That fan has not been painted yet, you take me over." “

As before, I led him to the stone table and handed him the fan with the pattern, which had dried out.

He fumbled for a moment and took the ink-stained pen I had given him.