The night breeze is gentle, blowing through the garden.

Under the eaves of the porch, there are small delicate lamps, flickering and flickering, and the stars are sprinkled all over the little girl's body.

Song Zhao looked up at his white and tender little face, and his water-washed eyes seemed to be rippling with fireflies.

Song Jinfu was slender and straight, looking at her with lowered eyes.

"Little sister, don't hide it anymore. I have visited the residents of Lingyun Villa from house to house.

Three years ago, when the eldest brother went to Lingyun Villa to ask for medicine, you also secretly followed.

And afterwards, you didn't go to Miss Wen's house for a banquet, but went to Lingyun Villa for two days and two nights, yes or no? ”

The wind swept the petals of the peony in the courtyard, swirled and landed beside the little girl's sandalwood.

Floating flowers and shadows, the fragrance is overflowing.

Song Zhao's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he finally spoke, "Yes." ”

Song Jinfu's eyes tightened, and his clear voice was a little difficult at this time, "According to the person in charge of Lingyun Villa, the time when the Medicine King leaves Lingyun Villa is the time when you return home. So Shenzhi grass, you asked for it, it was you who saved the eldest brother, this is the truth. ”

He used an affirmative sentence.

Song Zhao blinked, his hands unconsciously clasped around his waist, and hummed softly.

Song Jinfu's chest rose and fell hard, anxious and annoyed, and his breath was a little eager, "At what price did you ask for the Shenzhi grass?" What did you experience in those two days? ”

When Song Jinfu visited, he knew that the medicine king was very tricky.

He does not love money, he does not love power.

If you want to get Shenzhi grass from him, you must pay a great price.

And Song Zhao stayed in Lingyun Villa for two days, and he must have paid a painful price.

Song Zhao's expression was abrupt.

For the real her, this was already a hundred years ago.

It's been a long time.

She frowned, thought for a long time, and then said slowly, "I have been a medicine man for two days and tried medicine for him." ”

She said it lightly.

But it was as if a sharp sword had penetrated Song Jinfu's chest.

His back was slightly curved, his white eyes were a thin red, and his throat was lightly choked.

What is a medicine man?

Only the people who have made big mistakes and have a lowly status will not be contained by this dynasty and trampled on.

will be caught by some shady and black organizations, soaked with all kinds of drugs, and tortured, which is worse than a human being.

He looked at Song Zhao's calm little face.

The tip of his nose is clogged, his eyes are red, and tears are rolling in his eyes.

Three years ago.

My little sister is only nine years old.

is still a little soft girl who will be squeamish and beg for a hug when she walks two steps.

But no one knows that he has experienced such a cruel and inhumane torture.

"Sister, does it hurt?"

Song Jinfu didn't dare to think about how she spent those two days.

His little sister is a thousand pets, and she will cry and chirp for a long time when she is bitten by mosquitoes.

His little sister was very timid, but she faced the darkness alone.

How did she survive the pain and helplessness of those two days?

Song Zhao shook his head, "It doesn't hurt." ”

"Don't coax the third brother, how can it not hurt." Song Jinfu's heart seemed to have been cut by a sharp knife, and he trembled with pain.

His face was pale, and he was almost unsteady on his feet.

Song Zhao hurriedly supported him.

Song Jinfu couldn't bear it and half leaned on Song Zhao, covering his face and crying almost in grief.

"I know, I know it all."

His voice was hoarse, his voice choked.

"My little sister, that is, I just can't stand the pain a little."

became the sequelae of the medicine man, and tortured Song Zhao day and night for three years.

She was reluctant to tell him the truth in the process of Song Jingxian's recovery, for fear that his weak body would not be able to bear it.

And when she recovered and wanted to explain again, Song Jingxian thought she was cold and thought that Xia Qingyao had saved him.

"Third brother, I've forgotten."

Time will heal everything, if it can't.

But it can also make the things that make you miserable less important.