Chapter 236 Move back to Jingshi

Stone Garden lives deep in the woods.

In the depths of winter, the green leaves are withered and yellow, paving the roads, and it is squeaky to step on them; The tall trees have lost their leaves, revealing bare branches, which are sparse and thin.

As soon as the wind blows, those branches make a loud noise, like ghosts and ghosts, and like the roar of a cold night.

The small wooden houses in the stone garden are neatly built. The house is made of wood, wrapped in tarpaulin inside and out, and it is as warm as spring.

Shi Ting lay on a wicker chair in the room, covered with a brocade quilt, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

He had a book in his hand, and the pages were torn and scattered all over the floor. Ling Qingyun and An Wei pushed the door in, and the cold wind suddenly poured into the house, and the pages of the book were blown chaotically, like white butterflies flying.

The corner of his brocade quilt was also blown by the wind.

Ling Qingyun saw him clearly, and suddenly covered his mouth, only to cry.

Shi Ting was lying there, but Ling Qingyun almost didn't dare to recognize him.

He was skinny.

He was not ordinarily emaciated, but so thin that only bones and skin remained, and his cheeks were deeply sunken into which he could clearly see the joints.

Shi Ting seemed to have been drained of flesh and blood, like a dried corpse, and looked unusually thin and terrifyingly small.

Ling Qingyun suddenly saw him in such a situation, thinking that this half might be for her treatment, she endured it again and again, and her eyes were still wet.

It's only been more than two or three months, and he can lose weight like this, how much suffering he has suffered, Ling Qingyun can't imagine. It must be a bone-eating pain, thinking of this, Ling Qingyun felt a lot of intimidation in her heart.

"Fifth Young Master, Master An is here." The little servant stepped forward and whispered in Shi Ting's ear. It seems that he is afraid that if he speaks a little harder, he will shatter the stone garden.

Shi Ting's eyelids moved slightly. But he didn't open it, and it took a while for a while to say: "Lord An is here again"

He didn't welcome An Wei at all.

But. An Wei was always afraid that he would die, so he came to the door without permission every once in a while to visit him, Shi Ting was very annoyed by him, but he was unable to drive An Wei away.

Shi Ting lazily opened his heavy eyelids, and his eyes, which were once as bright as ink-colored gems, were now covered with a layer of white veil, cloudy like an old man.

Although his eyes are cloudy, his vision is not blurry. You can see books, and you can see people.

Ling Qingyun just stood in front of him, making him stunned.

He lost his mind for a long time.

There was a stagnation in the air.

In this place where Shiting lives, there is a cliff not far away, and the waterfall does not freeze all the year round, like a silver refining straight down, and the sound of the waves is bleak. At this moment, it was all the sound of the waterfall crashing, and the hustle and bustle was lively.

But Shi Ting's ears were silent. In the middle of the night, which was as quiet as winter, he just looked at Ling Qingyun and was silent.

Ling Qingyun stood at the door, facing the light. Her skin glowed like snow. Her eyebrows have the same appearance as before. Shi Ting looked at her with a sad heart.

The longer she grows, the more she looks like Lu Yu. Shi Ting became more and more sad. He gave up on her, even if it was what she wanted. It still made his heart bitter.

After a long time, Shi Ting slowly sighed and said sadly: "An Erlang is really the most vicious person I have ever seen!" He knew that I was like this, that no one was a ghost, and that he could not see anyone, but he brought you here.

In the future, you will never appreciate me again, you just feel that I am ghostly and eerie. Isn't it horribly ugly now? ”

Ling Qingyun couldn't hold back any longer, and her eyes fell.

An Wei gently grabbed her shoulders and comforted her softly: "He's fine." Have you heard it, he still has a bunch of nonsense, he will complain, and he can still think about whether he is good-looking and in good spirits! ”

Ling Qingyun's tears flowed even more fiercely.

An Wei and Shi Ting sang and harmonized, just to comfort Ling Qingyun. I don't know when they had this tacit understanding. As everyone knows, these words will only make Ling Qingyun more sad.

Ling Qingyun understood that the reason why An Wei treated Shi Ting well was because Shi Ting saved Ling Qingyun.

Shi Ting is because Ling Qingyun has become what he is now.

At least, half of it was because of Ling Qingyun.

If it weren't for Shi Ting, Ling Qingyun would be like this now, maybe only half of it, but it would definitely not be much better.

Seeing others suffering for herself, Ling Qingyun felt guilty and worried, very uncomfortable, she didn't like to owe others like this.

Shi Ting was the most handsome and unparalleled man Ling Qingyun had ever seen in his two lives. He was born with a face like Fu Fan, delicate facial features, and just the right amount of slenderness, neither strong nor thin.

The current stone court has completely lost its former appearance.

He's lost more than half of his weight!

His skin turned from transparent and white to chapped and yellow, and his arms were like dead branches, and he could see the appearance of bones.

Without that skin, Shi Ting would be a skeleton by now.

"Are you feeling better?" Ling Qingyun took a long time before she wiped away her tears, cleared her throat and asked Shi Ting.

It's already like this, and it won't help to cry anymore, it's still annoying. Ling Qingyun suppressed the sorrow in her heart, and tried her best to speak in a tone as relaxed as Shi Ting and An Wei.

However, her voice was still tidal, and it sounded very sad.

"Much better." Shi Ting said.

"What's wrong with it?" Ling Qingyun squatted down, wanting to take Shi Ting's pulse. But touching his hands, Ling Qingyun felt the cold like ice, and there was not half a bit of heat.

That was the cold that Ling Qingyun had endured.

Ling Qingyun had already fully understood.

Shi Ting, like Ling Qingyun, endured the pain of rebirth, that is, they were about to temper the tribulation before their death.

Ling Qingyun is as cold as being in a cold pool, and the stone court is like ten thousand arrows piercing the heart. Those pains are in their souls.

No matter how clever a doctor is, he can't see the wound or feel the pulse, but the pain is real and can't be cured.

Shi Ting used the magic circle to transfer Ling Qingyun's pain to himself, although Ling Qingyun didn't know how he did it. But really, Ling Qingyun's illness was inexplicably good, but Shi Ting added this bone-eating cold.

So, he carried two pains alone.

Ling Qingyun had been tormented for a while, she knew the hardships of the cold, and Shi Ting still had the pain of his ten thousand arrows piercing her heart.

Those pains, so painful that they vomited blood.

Ling Qingyun's tears. Suddenly it came up again.

This pain, An Wei may not be able to understand. Ling Qingyun knew.

"Ever since she followed you, I've been crying." Shi Ting looked at Ling Qingyun half-squatting next to the recliner. Crying so much, he shrugged his shoulders and said to An Wei, "She didn't love to cry so much before!" ”

It seems to be all Anea's fault.

However, when a woman becomes weak with a man, it means that she is doing well, the man protects her, and Shi Ting is very pleased.

An Wei glared at him.

"Alright, alright." Shi Ting said to Ling Qingyun again. "Don't cry, I'm much better. Besides, one pain is suffering, and two pains are also suffering, I don't care. ”

Ling Qingyun was already kneeling on the ground and buried her head on the recliner in the stone courtyard.

She didn't say anything, but she was shaking from crying.

Tears wet the brocade.

"You're persuading!" Shi Ting struggled to talk for a long time, Ling Qingyun was still crying, and An Wei actually stood aside with a leisurely expression. Shi Ting yelled at him.

At the beginning, Ling Qingyun cried, but Shi Ting was still very useful, and felt that she had a little conscience, and she suffered for her in vain.

But. She cried endlessly, and Shi Ting was distressed and irritable, thinking about how to make her stop crying.

An Wei listened to Shi Ting's words. Shrugged, still silent.

Shi Ting was angry: "If you don't persuade again." I'm going to hug her. ”

An Wei's face was slightly gloomy, and he stepped forward at this time. Pulled Ling Qingyun up and took her outside.

Shi Ting listened to it, and could only hear some thin voices.

Only then did he realize that he was in a cold sweat and exhausted his strength. I said more today than in the previous four or five days combined, my temples ached faintly, and my heart was stuffy.

He couldn't breathe and lay down weakly.

After resting for a long time, Shi Ting finally felt that his breathing was normal and he could breathe through it.

Ling Qingyun and Shi Ting re-entered.

No one noticed that Shi Ting's state was even worse, because he was already half-human, half-ghost, his face was purple and shriveled, and he couldn't see any changes, but Shi Ting knew it in his heart.

"Come back to Beijing with me, I'll take care of you." Ling Qingyun said to Shi Ting, "You have shared half of my illness, you can't let me enjoy wealth and prosperity, you are alone here." ”

Shi Ting smiled.

It took a lot of effort for him to smile.

He secretly took a breath before saying to Ling Qingyun, "This is not good! Look at the way I look, can you still save it? I probably don't have a few days to live, and sooner or later I'll die. I'm not afraid of anything, I just died once, and I just borrowed a skin.

I will follow you back, not to mention how you settle me, how your family will talk about it, how the people who settle down will talk about it, just say that if I die in front of your eyes, how can you feel at ease for the rest of your life? It's better for me to stay here, and you'll treat me as if I were alive."

"Shut up!" Ling Qingyun roared sharply.

Her eyes were red again.

"Carry him away!" Ling Qingyun instructed An Wei, "Let's go, go back to Beijing!" ”

An eaves didn't move, a little helpless.

"Jiu Niang" Shi Ting's voice was weak, "Don't be stubborn, you guys go back, I still live here." The feng shui here is good, which is more conducive to my recovery."

"There are good feng shui places in Jingli as well! If this place is really good, your illness will be cured long ago, don't deceive yourself! Ling Qingyun said, "I'll hire a famous doctor for you." Even if you can't get better, you will die in front of me! ”

With that, she turned around and went out first, leaving An Wai and Shi Ting in the house.

The two men glanced at each other, and each other's eyes were quiet, like an ancient pond without waves.

"Why didn't you stop her?" Shi Ting complained to An Wei, "I can't do this thing well!" ”

An Wei ignored his complaints, and just asked him: "Do you want me to hold you, or carry you?" ”

Shi Ting felt a chill, and hurriedly said, "Carry, carry!" ”

So, An Wei wrapped the stone garden with a brocade quilt, carried it on his shoulder, like carrying a sack, and walked out.

Ling Qingyun was stunned: "You want to kill him?" He's sick like this, can't you hold it well? ”

"Can't!" It was Shi Ting who spoke.

An Wei shrugged helplessly and carried the stone court out of the woods.

The little servant in the stone court packed up the rest of the things and followed.

(To be continued......)