Chapter 373: The Past Evoked

The slender big hand stroked the top of Mu Qianxun's head at once, slowly, warmly, and comfortably.

"Why didn't you tell me? Who told you to do it yourself?"

With his back to Mu Qianxun, Mu Youchen's voice sounded soft, without a hint of reproach.

Mu Qianxun crawled lightly on the edge of the table, tilted his head, his eyes were slightly closed, and he made a fuss, as if he had used his life's strength.

She was full of crispiness, and she couldn't lift up a trace of strength, she just wanted to lie here quietly, not thinking about anything, and getting a good night's sleep.

"Told you, will you say yes?"

Mu Qianxun's voice was still crying, and his chest twitched from time to time, and he couldn't remember how long it had been since he had been so sad to cry.

Mu Youchen's eyes were full of self-blame, slowly rubbing her arms, possessing her, and her chin against the top of her head:

"Silly girl, if you don't tell me, I'll say yes?

Does it still hurt?"

"It hurts, it hurts, why are you so stupid? Aren't you afraid that you will regret it one day?"

"Why do I regret it, I have nothing to regret in my life, the only thing I regret is that I didn't meet you earlier, when you met... Mu Rufeng met you before, so you don't have to suffer so much. ”

A sparse and ordinary sentence actually made Mu Qianxun's eyes wet again, perhaps, the only thing she could do for him was to cooperate with the strange doctor to heal him, give him a lovely child, and in their twilight years, they could bear the joy of their knees.

"Xun'er, you should be hungry too, I'll send you back to the house first, and then I'll take these to heat them up. ”

clasped her armpit with one hand, neatly hugged Mu Qianxun in his arms, and kissed her swollen eyes gently.

Mu Qianxun leaned meekly into Mu Youchen's arms, motionless, breathing softly, like a sleeping greedy raccoon.

He is indifferent and ruthless to everyone in the world, and his poisonous tongue is mean, but he cherishes her in every way, thirsty and hungry, and takes it to heart one by one, no matter how much he suffered in his previous life, it is enough to have him.

Mu Youchen had a hot breakfast, and Mu Qianxun had already shrunk on the bed and fell asleep, with occasional convulsions in his chest, sleeping peacefully.

Brought it to the strange doctor, the strange doctor was good, he didn't even glance at him, he didn't bother to flatter him, turned around and left.

The arrogant person is the one who is as arrogant as himself, even if he asks for it, he will not give in to half a point.

The door was shut, and I heard a crackling sound in the room, which resounded through the sky, and the floor under my feet trembled.

Mu Youchen paused at his feet, his face darkened in an instant, and he didn't rush in patiently, and walked away.

Obviously, the strange doctor lifted the food he sent in, and remembered that Mu Qianxun still used him, so he didn't get into trouble.

Since he doesn't know the hearts of good people, don't expect him to send him in a second time, he can pretend that he didn't hear anything, and anyway, they didn't do anything wrong.

Inside the room, the strange doctor sat at the table, his expression was in a trance, his eyes were dilated, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of his eyes.

The food mixed up on the floor, and the dishes broken into porcelain pieces, looked particularly bleak.

Even if he was seriously injured that day, the strange doctor was stubborn to death, tough and self-respecting, as if the hook and lock were not his flesh and skin at all.

Mu Qianxun had never seen such a fragile strange miracle doctor, such a strange miracle doctor was alive, flesh and blood.

However, he will not be shown in front of others like this, except for himself, he can't trust anyone, even if it is Mu Qianxun and the others, he still can't believe it.

Yes, Mu Qianxun and Mu Youchen didn't provoke him, they just reminded him of his sad past.

So far, it has been twenty or thirty years since that incident, but he still can't forget it, the pain of tossing and turning, and the dense regret eroding every unrestful midnight he has.

The crumpled hand rested on his forehead, a tear swirled on the bridge of his nose, his emaciated jaw shook uncontrollably, and his throat choked vaguely.

Although he is old, although he is numb to love and love, the things of the past, and the self back then, have long been blurred in his memory.

But that night, every scene was deeply in his heart, lingering, like a nightmare, tying him endlessly.

He also did good deeds to save the world, obeyed the duty of a healer, lived the world with a good heart, and became famous in the tribe at the age of twenty-three.

Young people, no matter how arrogant they are, still crave praise, and it is difficult to completely put aside those fleeting clouds.

Every time I hear his name spread in the market, town, and city, the corners of my mouth will unconsciously raise slightly.

After his youth, that praise and limelight became one of the things he feared the most, didn't want to mention the most, tormented him the most, and was the most unforgettable.

Xu is too arrogant, there are many people who look up to him, and there are few people who are close to him, how can he stand the loneliness day after day when he was a teenager.

For most of his life, he has gained fame and fortune, but he is still alone, every time he looks at the lights of thousands of homes, and the pairs of cloth couples, he can't help but feel envious, and deliberately pretend not to care at all.

Seeing that when he reached the age of his children and daughters, he still had no admiration, and he once thought that he was going to die like this.

Later, on a moonlit and starry night, she was picked up in a pile of corpses that exuded the smell of decay.

At that time, she was covered in dirty blood stains, and only those sparkling and sad eyes proved that she was still alive.

Her palm gripped his ankle and never let go, and to this day, his ankle was still holding a hand, a claw that wanted to drag him to hell, but refused to do so.

She was born in the countryside, suffered from war, lost all her relatives, was alone, and she was the only one in the whole village who survived, I don't know whether it was fortunate or unfortunate.

She is the kind of woman who is weak and intelligent, smart but irrelevant to beauty, and when she meets her, it is difficult to forget.

is such a woman, the dead skin has to accompany him, he can't drive away, he can't throw it away, and he can't be reluctant.

He has never seen such a woman, and he can't say his secret feelings, he is thirteen years older than her, but no matter how well he hides it, he can't resist her provocation.

He didn't have a prominent background, he didn't have a wealth to rival the country, but he was also a well-known figure in the tribe, and he thought that the life he had given her was comfortable enough, stable enough.

She is like a pearl covered with dust, and the more you get acquainted, the brighter she becomes.

He didn't believe it more and more, she was just an ordinary country girl, she was simply a treasure given to him by the gods, held in his hand, put it in his heart, he asked himself, he had never had a second heart for her.

I don't remember when and when it was, but by chance, he accepted an apprentice, who was witty and intelligent, clear-minded, and could understand everything.

He has mastered most of what he has learned all his life, as the saying goes, people have seen people's hearts for a long time, some people can hide very deeply, and some people can't hide it.

Slowly, he discovered that his apprentice had a bright mind, but he was an ugly person.

Incompetent people are not terrible, capable people are not terrible, impure people are not terrible, and people who are terrible are capable but unscrupulous!

Master and apprentice, he didn't intend to do too much, just to drive him away, never thought that you don't have a grudge with others, and everyone may not be like you.

He often runs around to help the people, but he doesn't know the situation at home, and he is blindfolded by a person, and he is so stupid that he can't see anything.

He was overjoyed to learn that she was pregnant, and he longed to stay by her side all the time, waiting for the arrival of the child.

remembered that she personally dissuaded her not to delay the illness of so many poor people for her alone, and later he realized that she was just trying to get rid of him.

With the heart of doing good and accumulating virtue, I listened to her words, and I never dared to forget her when I practiced medicine.

Until that day, when there was a thunderstorm, she sent someone to look for him, and the man claimed that she had a fetal gas and was afraid that the child would not be safe, but he did not have the slightest suspicion, left the patient in danger in his hands, and rushed back desperately.

That night, braving the heavy rain, galloping in the rain, the rain poured on his body, he still couldn't wake up, he was never so anxious, anxious to grow two more legs.

That night became an eternal pain in his heart, and he thought that he had never done anything terrible and evil before, but God wanted to torture him like that.

Before he could reach the door, he heard her miserable scream, and he didn't care about anything else, so he pushed the door in, and the strong smell of medicine came to his nose, and he was smoky.

Lying in front of her bed, looking at her sweaty and pale appearance, I was very distressed and couldn't care about the others.

grabbed her wrist, it was not an ordinary fetal gas, but poisoned, the poison he configured, only the poison he configured.

In the future, I had time to think about other things, and a bright dagger was already coming towards his chest, asking for his life, and it was her wife who did it.

The body opened sideways, stabbed into the shoulder fiercely, pierced the shoulder, and the red blood rolled down.

Stupid, looking at the wonderful person on the bed in disbelief, the footsteps behind him are even more deadly.

"Master, don't come unharmed, unfilial disciple, you're back again.

Doesn't the master miss the apprentice, does the master know what the apprentice has been doing recently, and the apprentice has been helping the master take care of the master recently!

Does Master know whose child the child in the mother's womb is, is it a child? Isn't it unbelievable, isn't it interesting?

After tonight, there will be no master in the world, and the master's medical skills will be handed over to the apprentice to pass on, and the master's woman will be handed over to the apprentice to take care of.

Oh, that's right, Master doesn't have to feel good or bad, as long as the disciple feels good! Anyway, this poison has already penetrated into the bones, and Master won't live long!"

Every word he said, every sentence in his heart, listened to his heart, like a thousand arrows piercing his heart, ruthlessly shattering what he thought of happiness.

Staring at the woman with the bayonet in front of him, he longed for an explanation from the look in her eyes, longing for her to tell him that what the man said was not true.

The woman on the bed smiled miserably, threw away the dagger in her hand, and said nothing, coldly, the ninja was in pain, waiting for him to die.

It's a pity that they will be disappointed after all, and since the poison was configured by him, how could he die in his own hands.