Nankong remembered that He Yihan liked to wear white clothes, so it must not be her.

Thinking about it again, at this time, she hadn't thought of him yet.

Who could that be? In addition to their temple, there were no other people in Baiyun Mountain, Nankong couldn't figure it out, his brain was still a little dizzy, so after a while, he slowly fell asleep.

Lingxi was looking at the terrain of Baiyun Mountain, she decided, let's build a thatched house, she is an orphan girl, because she has a stepmother, so she has a stepfather, the family is poor, and she dislikes her for eating too much, so she lost her.

found a perfect reason for herself to appear, Lingxi was very leisurely, she just had to wait for Nankong to come here by herself, and she could have a beautiful chance encounter.

The next day, Nankong drank the medicine and slept again, and when he woke up, his brain was much clearer, and then he thought about what happened last night, and he felt that he was too nervous.

It's not ten years later, he's only ten years old now, and nothing has happened, what happened last night, maybe... An accident~

Nankong didn't know how to explain this, but there was no other explanation, he thought it was better to wait and see.

After a few days in bed, Nankong was allowed to get out of bed, although he repeatedly said that he was fine, but the abbot and his uncles felt that he was being strong, and even the little junior brother who believed in him the most felt that he was reckless, and said that even if he did a little more work now, it didn't matter.

Big deal, it would be nice if he did more for him then.

Well, Nankong heard it, the little junior brother is asking for credit.

After Nankong was forcibly arranged in the room to recuperate for several days, he finally came out, not only Nankong himself breathed a sigh of relief, but Lingxi also breathed a sigh of relief.

One thought about it, but it was out, and he was in a panic for the past few days.

One thought that they could finally meet by chance.

On this day, Lingxi picked up firewood in the back mountain, and went to the back mountain to fetch water.

The water for their temple is picked from a small lake in the back mountain.

The water there came in from a small stream next to it, and the water seemed to flow down from above, but they didn't know what it was, only that the water here was very clear and convenient.

In this way, Nankong and Lingxi met.

Lingxi pretended to be surprised and looked at Nankong, and Nankong was really surprised.

Although he doesn't care about his face as much as he did in his previous life, when he encounters outsiders, he will still subconsciously avoid the other party's eyes.

Then cover the scars on your face with your sleeves.

He didn't doubt Lingxi, because it wasn't like no one else coming to the back mountain, and occasionally there were villagers at the foot of the mountain who came up to pick up branches, but there weren't many.

Lingxi also knew to take her time, so she didn't immediately come forward to chat with Nankong, but took a look at him and left.

After Lingxi left, Nankong glanced back at her, although Lingxi was wearing coarse cloth clothes now, Nankong felt that this person's back was similar to that person that night.

But he didn't think too much about it now, and he had to carry water.

Lingxi often picks up firewood in the back mountain, so he often meets Nankong, until Lingxi feels that the time is almost up, and he begins to talk to Nankong.

She didn't say much, but occasionally saw a greeting and said, "Little master is going to fetch water again?" ”

Nankong would nod and leave, but there were too many times, and Nankong would occasionally answer Lingxi's words, no longer just nodding.

If Lingxi felt that she could start a deep conversation, she didn't go that day.

Nankong was indeed a little surprised, but he was no longer the mind of a ten-year-old boy, and although he had some doubts, he would not go out of his way to take a look.

Lingxi waited outside the thatched house for a long time, but he didn't wait for anything, and seeing that it was dark, Lingxi knew that Nankong would not come.

But why? Aren't they already quite familiar? Isn't she worth his visit?

Lingxi snorted, although it was a little unexpected to her, but the next day, Lingxi still didn't go.

For three days in a row, Lingxi did not appear, and Nankong finally decided to look for Lingxi.

He remembered that Lingxi said that she lived in the mountains, although he didn't know why, but Nankong didn't ask at that time.

It didn't take long for Nankong to see the thatched house built by Lingxi.

Nankong didn't see anyone, he looked at the room again, the door was closed, he... I don't know if I should step forward.

After hesitating for a moment, Nankong thought about it and left.

Lingxi has been paying attention to the movement outside, and when she saw Nankong coming, she grinned, but before she could be proud, Nankong left again.

Lingxi Qi lifted the quilt and was about to put on his shoes, but as a result, there was a knock at the door, as well as the sound of Nankong.

"Hey! Are you in there? ”

Nankong thought about it, and still felt that he should take a look, what if something happened?

Lingxi hurriedly threw off his shoes, climbed into bed and lay down, and covered the quilt.

Nankong didn't hear an answer, he was supposed to leave, but he came here, just take a look.

Nankong still opened the door, and then saw Lingxi lying on the bed looking very weak.

Nankong strode forward and put his hand on Lingxi's forehead, and was frightened at once.

Lingxi's forehead was particularly hot, and Nankong hurriedly patted Lingxi's face, "Hey, wake up, how long have you been burning?" ”

Lingxi didn't speak, and he didn't even wake up.

Nankong couldn't, so he had to look around the room and find a stove, and nothing else.

Nankong looked at Lingxi again and felt that it was not good to take her back, so Nankong quickly ran back to the temple, and after a while, he brought a basin, a wet cloth, and a bowl.

Bring these things, Nankong took a look, well, there is no place to put them.

But now is not the time to pay attention, Nankong put the damp cloth in the basin, then put the basin on the ground, and went outside to fetch water.

Wringed the cloth until it was half-dry and put it on Lingxi's forehead, and then took out a bag of things from his arms.

Then he took the stove and went aside to light the fire, and when the fire was lit, he put the stove on top to boil the water, and threw in the bag he had just taken out.

That was when he had a fever, and the little medicine he had left, I don't know if it was enough.

Nankong has always felt that the days of their temple are sad, and now it seems that there are more people who are sadder than them.

Lingxi actually has nothing to do, she is very sober, but her forehead is a little cold, after all, her water is outside, and the temperature is a little low.

She felt that it was almost there, so she muttered, and then pretended to turn over and attracted Nankong over.

"Are you awake?"

Nankong walked to Lingxi's side and took off the wet cloth, and touched her forehead, it was quite cold now, I don't know what will happen when I wait.

Nankong didn't know much about this, but remembered that he did it at the time.

But he was very hot at that time, and it was still very hot to cool down with a damp cloth.

Nankong didn't dare to put Lingxi too many times, so he was a little hesitant.

"I'm much better, just get through it a few more times." Lingxi said weakly.