After a pause, Wang Jin sighed lightly, put the letter away and prepared to fall back asleep. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Tuk-tuk..."

There seems to be the sound of horses' hooves. It's Chinese New Year's Eve so late, who will go out in the middle of the night. Wang Jian couldn't help but listen carefully.

The knock on the door was soft, but it was especially noticeable in the silence of the night.

It seems to be the door of one's house. Wang Jin was shocked.

The knock on the door didn't sound again, could it be that I heard it wrong?

She thought about it, got dressed again, and walked to the front yard with the lamp.

One step, two steps, three steps... As she got closer to the courtyard gate, Wang Hibiscus could already hear the snorting of the horses.

Brigand? Bandit? She couldn't help but feel her heart pounding and nervous.

"Jin'er? Is that you? A clear, slightly hoarse voice came from the courtyard gate.

This voice is so familiar...

"Jiang Gongzi?" Wang Jin was amazed.

"It's me." The voice seemed to have some pleasure in it.

Wang Jian hurriedly trotted over to open the courtyard door, and sure enough, he saw the breezy young man standing at the door of the house.

He was covered with a teal cloak, and a thin layer of snow had accumulated on his shoulders. His face was a little pale from the cold, his hair was slightly disheveled, and there was a tiredness between his eyebrows, but his eyes were extremely bright.

"You're not at home for the New Year, why did you get here? You rode all the way from Jinling? Are you cold or not? Hungry or not? Seeing the obvious tiredness on his face, Wang Jin's heart couldn't help but hurt, and said anxiously, "Come in quickly, I'll cook some ginger soup for you to drink, otherwise you will definitely fall ill." ”

She turned sharply to go to the kitchen, but her hand was grabbed.

"Jin'er, are you happy?" The boy's tone was slightly drunk, and his eyes sparkled with expectation.

Wang Jin noticed that his eyes were slightly confused, and leaned over to sniff at him, and sure enough, there was a faint smell of wine.

Drunk driving! Wang Jian couldn't help but be angry and worried. On such a cold day, he drank wine and suffered from cold, coupled with the bumpy journey and tired body, it was not a trivial matter to stimulate sickness.

She was anxious, but the boy did not move, as if he had to hear a satisfactory answer from her.

"I'm happy, I'm so happy!" She smiled and coaxed softly.

The boy grinned, his smile as bright as the stars in the night.

Wang Jian didn't have time to appreciate it, and hurriedly pulled him into the courtyard.

led him all the way back to his room, and the hands of the two kept holding him tightly, and Wang Jian was so worried about his body that he didn't even notice it. He took off his cloak that was full of cold and some dampness, and then touched his coat and it was cold, seeing that he was not very conscious, Wang Jian simply took off his coat and helped him to cover his bed.

Fortunately, there was a small fire on the stove and hot water. Wang Jian poured a soup woman into his bed, cut some old ginger and garlic, boiled ginger soup, and brought it into the room.

There was a slight snoring in the room.

Jiang Qingliu traveled in the snow overnight, even if he had practiced martial arts since he was a child and had a strong physique, he was already exhausted. It's just a thought that is strong, and after seeing Wang Jin, this breath disperses, and sleepiness rushes to the top of his head.

With soft pillows, warm bedding, and a good smell, he slept very peacefully, the corners of his mouth seemed to have a faint curvature, and his expression was peaceful and content.

Placing the tray on the chair, Wang Jin sat down on the edge of the bed and gently touched his forehead.

It seems to be a little hot. She was increasingly worried.

"Jiang Gongzi, wake up, drink the ginger soup and then go to sleep, okay?" She leaned close to him and whispered in his ear.

Hearing the sound of missing day and night in his sleep, Jiang Qingliu tried to open his eyes and respond, but found that every muscle and bone in his body was sore, and he couldn't move.

He couldn't help but frown, showing a look of struggle.

The next moment, a pair of slender hands reached into the futon, lifted his upper body up and leaned on the backrest, and the other hand pulled the quilt up to cover his shoulders. A gentle voice said, "I'm going to feed ginger soup, you can cooperate well." ”

With the crisp sound of the spoon tapping, there was a slightly hot touch on his lips, and Jiang Qingliu drank the ginger soup one by one.

It was obviously an extremely spicy and choking taste, but he didn't even frown, and drank it crisply. The hot sensation went from his throat to his lungs, the tip of his nose and the door of his head gradually sweated, and his back gradually felt moist and hot, and his whole body felt a lot more relaxed.

Wang Jian gently wiped his sweat for him, helped him lie down again, and covered the quilt.

When he fell asleep again, Wang Jian was worried that he would have a fever again in the middle of the night, so he slept on the couch in the outer room wrapped in a quilt and clothes.

Halfway through, she probed Jiang Qingliu's forehead twice, but there was no sign of continuing to burn, and she also sweated, so she breathed a sigh of relief and fell into a deep sleep.

At that time, as in every morning, Jiang Qingliu woke up.

Covered with three layers of thick quilts, he sweated a lot, and his body was a little sticky and uncomfortable.

The night was still dark, and by the faint moonlight, he looked sideways at the faint shadow on the other side of the room, and a deep smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Looking around, I saw that the things I had sent were all placed in the room, and there seemed to be an extremely cheerful emotion stirring in my chest.

It's a really good feeling. He took a deep breath, and the knot in his heart was swept away, and there was only endless joy.

Quietly closing his eyes, for the first time in eight years, he was ready to take a lazy sleep.

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When I opened my eyes again, it was already dawn, and the person on the couch opposite was gone, and there was some slight movement outside the door.

Jiang Qingliu had a good night's sleep, his spirit had recovered, and the soreness in his body had been reduced a lot.

What time is this? Rise and shine. He thought.

Searching the house, he couldn't find what he was looking for.

Clothes taken away? He then, a little helpless. I had to lie down first.

At this moment, someone opened the door and came in.

"Jiang Gongzi, you're awake!" Chen walked in with a tray and was pleasantly surprised when he opened his eyes.

"Auntie." Jiang Qingliu sat up, saluted Chen's chin, and smiled, "Happy New Year." ”

"Lie down, lie down," Chen said busily, "don't suffer the cold anymore!" ”

"It's already much better, aunt don't worry." Jiangqing Channel.

"Hungry, huh? Drink some porridge first, as well as wontons and buns, which one you want to eat, I'll make it for you! Chen put the tray on the table and said in an earnest tone.

"Everything." Jiang Qingliu smiled, but did not move.

"Ouch, look at my brain." Chen slapped his thigh, "Your clothes are taken to dry, this should be fine, I'll go get them, you wait!" With that, she went out like a gust of wind.

Looking at Chen's disappearing back, his heart was slightly relieved. Originally, I was a little worried that his sudden visit was too abrupt, but now it seems that my aunt does not dislike it.

As soon as the thought flashed, Chen had already entered the house with the dried clothes.

"It's very cold today, you put this fur collar around." Chen put his clothes on the chair next to the bed, pointed to the gray rabbit fur collar on the top, and said, "I'll go and order some wontons for you to eat." ”

"There's Aunt Law." Jiang Qingliu thanked.

When Chen went out, Jiang Qingliu picked up the fur collar and wrapped it around his neck, buttoned it, and was extremely obedient and warm.

When he got out of bed, he just wanted to put on his shoes, but his movements froze.

He didn't know where his suede boots had gone, and this fluffy chubby thing in front of him was for him to wear?

Without much thought, he put his foot in.

Well, it's soft, it's cosy and warm. He couldn't help but laugh, it must have been designed by Jin'er.

After getting dressed and sitting down at the table, he picked up the porridge that was still a little hot, blew it gently, and drank it slowly.

The taste has not changed at all, it is still fragrant and slightly sweet.

The heat in his stomach extended to his limbs, and he looked out of the house, feeling impatient.