Chapter 12: Who Sees the Lonely Man (1)
The days arrived in June in an eerie silence.
Wang Ning is probably used to the current life, although his birth is not bad, he should not be used to this ordinary life, but Lu Liang's polishing during that period of time, he has a new understanding of life. Having seen the struggles of the people at the bottom, even if it is to alleviate the guilt in his heart, he can now live like an ordinary person.
Of course, there may be more than that.
Ji Ling'er no longer asked about his origin, and mentioned the north several times seemingly unintentionally, and after seeing his tight-lipped words, she stopped mentioning it.
But her life is really more than medical books and herbs.
Wang Ning usually gets up very early and moves his body in the courtyard with the breeze.
Ji Ling'er met by chance, and she was probably quite interested in kung fu, so she got up early together, hid in the pharmacy and peeked, and when she met her, she also followed the comparison.
Wang Ningquan didn't know, let's take it as some reward for her life-saving grace.
Speaking of saving her life, Wang Ning inevitably thought of the unknown Miss Su family in Jiangning City. By the way, I was a little worried about the girl called Lu'er, and I don't know if her young lady blamed her.
What's more important is whether the other party has a fire together, complaining about him and cursing him. Thinking about it this way, the thing that almost died later may really have something to do with the pair of master and servant.
Of course, Wang Ning could only tease a few words, he was not interested in going to Su Mansion in person, let alone digging three feet into the ground in Su Mansion to find a wooden villain full of silver needles.
"Hey, are you still practicing?" Ji Ling'er appeared beside him menacingly.
Wang Ning came to his senses and looked at the sky: "I don't practice anymore." As he spoke, he was about to go back to the house, and it seemed that Ji Ling'er was a flood beast, and he was hiding all the time.
After walking a few steps, Wang Ningfu turned around again and instructed: "I will help you find the few flavors of medicine you said yesterday." Deep in the mountains and old forests, you are a woman, or don't run blindly all day long. ”
"Hmph, what's wrong with the woman? Don't forget that you were also born of a woman. ”
Wang Ning sighed, reluctantly turned his head, and went into the house by himself.
Ji Ling'er stood in the courtyard, crossed her hands on her waist, and made a face towards the empty door, and when she saw her father's tablet at first glance, her face changed, and she muttered: "Dad, I didn't mean to!" ”
Since the last incident, Ji Ling'er has been really scared, and in recent days, she has been respecting her father's tablet, the incense candle is never extinguished, and she has to stand sincerely in front of the tablet from time to time, fold her hands, and pray sincerely.
Wang Ning didn't say anything about this, but every time he looked at Ji Ling'er's serious appearance, he wanted to laugh, but this was a serious thing after all, so he had to hold back his smile. Sometimes he couldn't bear it anymore, so he ran out of the house and went to the bamboo forest behind the house.
It's just that every time he comes back from wandering for a long time, his expression is a little strange.
Ji Ling'er asked a few times and couldn't get an answer, but she gradually paid attention to the forest, which reminded her of some scenes from the past, and she beat a drum in her heart.
Today, Wang Ning was already determined to go to collect medicine, and Ji Ling'er was unwilling to beg him to let her go with her, out of some fear that might not be real, she finally decided to go to the village to see her little nephew.
The breakfast for the two of them was very simple, Ji Ling'er's hands were stained with a heavy smell of herbs, and as for the food she cooked, it didn't fit the taste, Wang Ning was tortured for a few days, and finally decided to take action herself.
Although Ji Linger had to stop him every time and tell him, "The gentleman is far away from cooking", watching the little girl drooling while saying this kind of official language, Wang Ning was so happy that she often said "Gentleman, you are ...... tall"
In the usual but unusual noise, the Ji family's food has been greatly improved.
In fact, Ji Linger's cooking techniques were influenced by her father, she made the food into medicinal food, and the nutritional value was extremely high, but she obviously didn't know how to deal with this kind of thing, and the strong herbal flavor was unbearable for ordinary people.
As everyone knows, when Wang Ning smelled that smell, he rolled his eyes and felt so sorry for Ji Ling'er.
After thinking about it, it came to another level.
That was the first time Wang Ning took the initiative to talk to Ji Linger.
He said: "You have eaten this kind of thing for more than ten years, how can it still be so fragrant on your body." ”
Ji Ling'er subconsciously raised her sleeve to the tip of her nose and sniffed and sniffed, and said blankly: "No." When his eyes met Wang Ning, his cheeks instantly turned red, and he snorted, "Scoundrel." Then he buried himself in the rice.
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When Wang Ning picked up the basket and was about to go out, he was stopped by Ji Ling'er, and the woman came to him with a cloak and hat, and said angrily: "It's not so easy to encounter a place to hide from the rain in the mountains. ”
Wang Ning looked up at the sky, there were no clouds, and the white clouds were long, and he wondered: "It won't rain!" ”
Ji Ling'er stuffed things into his hand: "I can't get down, I won't know until I get down." ”
Wang Ning sighed, couldn't refute it, untied the medicine basket and put the cloak and hat in, looked at Ji Ling'er, and saw that everyone was embarrassed.
"Then I'm out of the house." Wang Ning is like a husband who cares goodbye to his wife and goes out, and his tone is leisurely, as if he is reluctant.
Ji Ling'er nodded, and snorted, as thin as a mosquito and fly, and I don't know which person is ashamed of suddenly, let alone whether Wang Ning heard it.
The man went out, looking at his back, he really looked like an ordinary peasant man. Ji Ling'er stayed for a while, the cool breeze hit her neck, and she subconsciously tilted her head to look at the bamboo forest, the bamboo waves were like waves, she was excited, and ran down the mountain directly.
The way down the mountain passes through the bamboo forest, and the road up the mountain also passes through the bamboo forest, the only difference is that it is getting closer and closer to the people, and the other is getting more and more deserted.
As for the present, most of the people who go up and down the mountain are in the opposite mood.
The sound of shredding was heard, it was the sound of the wind sweeping through the bamboo forest, and it was also the sound of the soles of shoes crushing dead leaves.
Wang Ning carried the medicine hoe and swept the empty bamboo forest around him with great interest, and at some point the corners of his mouth hooked up a playful smile.
At a certain moment, Wang Ning ran up, ran a distance, and neatly untied the medicine basket on his back, and threw it aside, scurrying around like a madman with a medicine hoe in his hand.
His eyes were serious and sharp, like a hunter chasing his prey.
After a cup of tea, Wang Ning ran a long distance, and the medicine hoe in his hand was gone. There were fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and he looked quite tired.
Looking around for the medicine hoe that he threw before, he had given up tracking, and the result didn't matter to him anymore.
For the time being, I decided that the other party was not here because of him.
It is enough to know this.
Panting back to the path, he sat down, the whole person seemed to have collapsed, adjusted his breathing for a while, Wang Ning pulled up his clothes and swung in front of the wind to exhale the wind, and sighed helplessly from time to time: "Before I changed it, I didn't have a panting ......."
The recovery of his body is admittedly a lot of criticism for him.