September of the 10th year of Jianping.

In Shengjing City, autumn is high and cool.

It was night, the autumn moon was like a beautiful one, and the clear moonlight turned over the carved railing, sprinkling clear light outside the window.

Qionghua condensed on the pot of osmanthus under the eaves, and the petals were bathed in the dissolved moonlight, like a pure and long-term memory, silent Tingting.

The corners of the wall are moaning and cutting.

The candles in the window are flickering, and the lights are shadowing.

"Mother, where is my sister?" The room was silent, and the girl lying on the bed, thin and thin, hesitated to ask.

The woman sitting next to the girl was giving medicine to the girl.

Hearing this, the woman's face changed suddenly, and the medicine bowl in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter, shattering porcelain all over the ground.

The girl's consciousness, with that crisp sound, slowly dissipated, and fell into a deep sleep.

***

Ling Qingyun lingered on the sickbed, and it has been ten years.

She was groggy.

These days, I was always in a dream.

The qiē in the dream seems to be covered with a black veil, gloomy, cold, and shadowy, and you can't see anything clearly.

She fell asleep and woke up with a dream.

I can't remember the things in the dream when I wake up, and I only have a damp, sad dream.

The only thing I remember is a soft voice in my dream, crying hysterically to her: "Sister, sister! ”

Except for "sister", the voice did not say a second word.

However, that girl's helplessness, panic, sadness, and even despair, Ling Qingyun could feel it. When she heard the word "sister", her eyes couldn't help but moisten.

Every time she woke up, her pillow towel was wet.

"Wan'er, are you awake?" In front of Ling Qingyun's bed, a man sat down. Seeing her open her eyes, the man spoke in surprise.

The man's voice was low and gentle. He sat upright on the brocade, wearing a blue-gray silk cloth jacket, with an elegant posture and a graceful bearing.

He had very good eyes, deep, bright, like inky gemstones, and the folds shone brightly. He looked at Ling Qingyun, his eyes full of tenderness.

"Big brother?" Ling Qingyun had a feeling of both familiarity and strangeness to him, and hesitated before responding tentatively.

The man immediately smiled, stepped forward and touched her forehead, and said, "The fever has subsided." Are you feeling better, do you still have a headache? ”

The man is Ling Qingcheng's brother and the eldest grandson of the Jin State Mansion.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Ling Qingyun said.

Her head didn't hurt anymore, but she was still dazed, and there was a kind of dizziness when she stepped on the clouds, and the man's face was suddenly clear and blurred.

For her brother, she also has an illusion that she can't remember.

Not sure why.

"That'll be fine." Ling Qingcheng said with relief.

Then, he got up and called out to Ling Qingyun's maid, "Step on the branch, bring the girl's medicine in." ”

Behind the curtain, there was a young girl, who answered the crisp yes, and walked to bring Ling Qingyun's medicine.

Suddenly, the curtain was lifted, the maid came in with a medicine bowl, and Ling Qingyun smelled a faint medicinal fragrance.

"Aconite and dried ginger are the main medicines." Smelling the medicinal fragrance, Ling Qingyun's mind suddenly popped up with these, "There is also ginseng"

She frowned slightly, and the doubts in her heart became heavier.

"It's fine." The eldest brother frowned when he saw her, and smiled and comforted her, "The medicine is not hard to drink." Big brother bought you candied fruit and ate it after drinking, okay? ”

Ling Qingyun was helped by the maid to sit up and nodded ignorantly.

The eldest brother had slender and slender fingers, and with a soup spoon with a peony pattern, he brought the hot medicinal soup to Ling Qingyun's lips.

"I'll drink it myself." Ling Qingyun said.

"Big brother feeds you, this is what my mother explained." The eldest brother just smiled, still holding the soup spoon and feeding her medicine.

It's very spoiled.

Ling Qingyun looked at him in a daze. His demeanor was familiar and intimate; But his face didn't seem right.

She has an older brother, and her brother loves her very much, which Ling Qingyun remembers very clearly.

However, her brother doesn't seem to look like this

She thought in a daze, and drank the medicine that had been brought to her lips.

"Ginseng, aconite, dried ginger, and cinnamon sticks, well, to dispel the wind and cold. It turned out that I was infected with a wind chill. Ling Qingyun thought as she drank the medicine.

The medicine in her mouth, she can divide it by taste.

"When did I study medicine?"

She doesn't remember.

There was a wind chill, and she seemed to have passed away from the ghost gate.

After waking up, the people and things around me are a little indescribably strange.

After drinking the medicine, the maid stepped on the branch and carried water and rinsed Ling Qingyun's mouth.

Another maid came in, about the same age as Ta Zhi, and took a plate of candied fruit to Ling Qingyun.

Ling Qingyun didn't think that the medicine was undrinkable, and she didn't want to eat candied fruit. Besides, these candied fruits, coated with a layer of frosting sugar, were very greasy, which made Ling Qingyun's stomach uncomfortable.

She shook her head lightly and said, "I don't like sweets." ”

The two maids looked up abruptly and looked at her like ghosts.

His eyes were full of surprise.

Ling Qingyun's eyes sank, and she didn't know why.

"Then don't eat it." The eldest brother was not surprised and smiled. He waved his hand and told the two maids to withdraw.

Only the brother and sister were left in the room, and it was as quiet as water for a moment.

It was already afternoon, and the fine golden light spilled in from the window lattice, a little bit of broken mang, warm and gorgeous. The autumn breeze was gentle, and the curtains and bed curtains swayed gently, as if stirring up a ripple.

The weather was fine.

Ling Qingyun opened her mouth, broke the silence, and asked the eldest brother, "What about my mother?" ”

In the days when she was sick, half-asleep and half-awake, there was always a gentle woman sitting on the edge of her bed, sometimes caressing her forehead, sometimes murmuring.

It was her mother, she remembered.

Last night, she woke up, but things were worse than today. Her head seemed to be tangled in a mess, heavy and blurry.

As if she had said something, her mother was so frightened that she dropped the medicine bowl.

Today, my mother is gone.

"September 20 is the sixtieth birthday of the old lady of the second aunt's family. The second aunt accompanied the old lady to the temple to pray for blessings, and the grandmother also went. My mother took people and went to serve my grandmother. The eldest brother explained.

When he spoke, his tone was soft.

Big brother is a gentle and quiet boy.

But Ling Qingyun always felt that he should be a rough man. Her brother is a man with a loud and mellow voice, not so gentle

These strange thoughts made her eyes a little glazed.

She lightly covered her eyelashes and hid her love.

"Miss your mother?" The eldest brother asked again.

"Hmm." Ling Qingyun was stunned.

The eldest brother laughed.

He smiled beautifully, his eyebrows were flying, and his face was bright. Ling Qingyun looked at him carefully, but saw that he had a wide forehead and a high nose, starry eyes and thin lips, and was a handsome and graceful young man, he inexplicably felt at ease.

Her brother was a very good-looking man, and she remembered that.

This is her brother.

A small trance flashed through her heart, and she heard her brother laugh and say, "What an adult, you still have to be coquettish"

Then, the eldest brother's laughter paused slightly.

After a moment of silence, he asked Ling Qingyun in a casual tone: "Yun'er, my mother said that you were looking for your sister last night. Which sister is it? ”

Ling Qingyun was dumbfounded for a while.

Which sister?

This question stumped her too.

"We don't have a sister in this room, but we have four cousins, which one are you looking for? Or, cousin? The eldest brother continued.

His voice was soft, but his eyes were bright, staring at Ling Qingyun, trying to find clues from her face.

What he saw was Ling Qingyun frowning in pain, falling into deep reminiscence.

She seems to be digging for the answer in her memory, which sister she is looking for.

For a long time, her brows became tighter and tighter, and there was sweat on her forehead.

"Alright, alright." The eldest brother hurriedly took her hand, interrupted her contemplation, and comforted her softly, "You haven't recovered yet, don't bother too much." It's never too late to think about it another day."

They said a few more words, and Ling Qingyun began to feel sleepy.

The strength of the medicine is up.

She fell asleep and fell asleep again.

The dream was very depressing and painful.

She heard a low cry. Someone covered his head with a quilt and was sobbing quietly, and he was extremely sad.

Then, from outside the tent came the girl's desolate cry: "Sister, sister"

Ling Qingyun wanted to sit up, chase after the voice, and ask her who she was.

Unfortunately, she was trapped by the nightmare and couldn't move.

She let the voice, over and over again, turn from desolation to despair, even hysterical, calling out to her sister, begging only for a response.

But she couldn't say anything.

I woke up again, sweaty and exhausted.

But my mind is a lot clearer, and most of the haze that surrounds my heart has dissipated.

Unexpectedly, she was in good spirits.

For the first time in so many days, I felt completely out of that dream and back in real life.

"Treadmills?" Ling Qingyun sat up and called out to the maid.

Treading the branch answered, and helped her lift the bed curtain.

"The girl is awake? The eldest grandmother had already returned, and said that if the girl woke up, she would go and sue sù. Then the servant sent someone to say? Treading Zhi helped Ling Qingyun to sit up and asked her.

Ling Qingyun nodded.

Tread the branch and let a little maid speak.

In a moment, the mother and the eldest brother came together.

The mother is forty years old, and her white cheeks have added the lines of time, gentle and chaste. However, her eyes were like ink, clear as a girl, and full of wisdom.

She wore a royal blue brocade gown, a moon-white skirt, and thin shoulders.

"Yun'er, look at your face is better." The mother muttered, as if muttering to herself, walked to Ling Qingyun's bed, touched her forehead, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The eldest brother stood behind him.

"Took the medicine?" Mother asked Ling Qingyun again.

Ling Qingyun just nodded.

"Does your head still hurt?" Mother asked.

Ling Qingyun has been sick these days, and she always has a headache.

Not because of illness, but because of dreams.

The doctor also said that he would take care of it slowly, and his head would not hurt, and the disease would almost be cured.

Therefore, both her mother and eldest brother were very concerned about whether her head still hurt.

Ling Qingyun shook her head and said, "It doesn't hurt."

Her voice, hoarse and a little clear, was much better than before. The mother was very pleased, touched her arm again, and recited the words of Amitabha.

Then her mother and eldest brother sat down in front of her bed and talked to her a lot.

Ling Qingyun was rarely refreshed and looked at them.

"It's also unfortunate. The maid of the in-laws is really a child. "When my mother talked about worshipping the Buddha today, she mentioned a thrilling thing that she encountered today.

The in-law lady refers to the mother-in-law of the second aunt.

Mother is accompanying her second aunt and her mother-in-law to worship Buddha today.

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It's been a long time since I've opened a new book, do my sisters remember me? Ask for support~~ If you like it, add it to the bookshelf.,Please~~.