Qingluo couldn't hide his panicked gaze at Gu Jingzhi, and his eyes were also dry, and a little watery was flowing.

Then she flattened her mouth, her hazy gaze became even more blurred, and tears flowed out.

The grief and pain of the previous life do not need to be licked carefully by yourself in the middle of the night, and you dare not divulge a little.

In this embrace that made her feel at ease, everything had to be uncontrollably cathartic.

Qingluo's arm climbed on Gu Jingzhi's shoulder, and then when he was about to fall weakly, Gu Jingzhi reached out to support her.

Qingluo hugged Gu Jingzhi's neck loosely with both hands.

Her arms are weak, but Gu Jingzhi can hold her more firmly!

At this time, such a strong embrace that she could not retreat from was what Qingluo desperately needed.

After a long time, Qingluo raised his eyes again, and saw that the room was bright at this time, and the cool breeze would not be too biting and cold under the warm winter sun.

The lake-blue curtains swayed gently in the wind, gentle and subtle, and the years were quiet.

There is the fragrance of grass and trees wafting in the wind.

Outside the window, there must be blue sky and white clouds.

Qingluo's heart gradually calmed down.

"When?"

Qingluo asked hoarsely.

"Just a moment ago."

Gu Jingzhi hugged Qingluo, slowly changed her position, sat sideways in his arms, and kissed her slightly wet hair with her thin lips full of pity.

"Arlo will lie on the bed for a while, and I'll go down and bring the porridge."

Qingluo was originally lazily nestled in his arms, and when he heard this, he shook his head.

"Don't! I want Ah Jing to hold me all the time! ”

Gu Jingzhi didn't say much, picked up the cloak and wrapped Qingluo's whole body, then put the pair of pink jade feet on thick plush socks, and carried her downstairs.

When Gu Jingzhi tried to walk to the Luohan bed, Qing Luoden tightened the arm that hugged Gu Jingzhi's neck.

Gu Jingzhi was helpless and happy that Qingluo was clinging to himself like this, nodded, took down the hand holding his neck, put it in the cloak, and then carried her to the kitchen.

By the stove, Gu Jingzhi leaned sideways, and with one hand, he could easily hold Qingluo steadily, and with the other hand, he took away the lid of the pot and blocked the steaming water vapor with his body.

After a while, he took out most of the bowl of porridge and side dishes that were warm in the pot with a rag with one hand, and then sat down together on the Luohan bed, and the dishes were placed on the table on it.

The body was boneless and sunk in the soft cloak, and the whole person was nested in Gu Jingzhi's arms.

With him waiting for him carefully from time to time, Qingluo's whole person was listless and drowsy.

The porridge in the mouth should be reminded by Gu Jingzhi that it is time to swallow, otherwise you will not sleep.

Shook his limp legs.

Looking down at the dark cloak on his body, this was actually Gu Jingzhi's.

He didn't use it much, it was Qingluo who was determined to do it last year, but he didn't expect Gu Jingzhi to use it once or twice last year, and now he used it for her as the largest cloak.

If she took it and walked around, she could drag it to the ground for a short while.

As soon as the hat was worn, most of the head was covered, and the long hairs hung down, and it was like the remaining small half of the face was also hidden.

At this moment, the soft fine hair was rubbed by Qingluo with her cheek, making her even more weak and beautiful.

After drinking half a bowl of porridge, Qingluo had some strength and went to the yard to bask in the sun.

Except for having a nightmare just with a fever and after being semi-unconscious.

Although Qingluo, who had been recuperating for a few days, was still weak and weak, he did not have a fever again, that is, he occasionally had a low-grade fever in the middle of the night.

Gu Jingzhi was not at ease after all, and tried to persuade him to take Qingluo to Baiyun Town several times.

But Qingluo was stuck with this.

Gu Jingzhi had no choice but to stay at home with Qingluo, and he never left an inch every day.

And before dawn, he went down the mountain to Baiyun Town to find a doctor to explain the situation, prescribed medicine for a few days, bought a medicine jar, and bought a few snacks.

These ingredients are usually available at home, but only Qingluo can make them.

Now that Qingluo is sick and wants to eat something sweet, Gu Jingzhi found that he didn't have this ability at all, so he could only buy it with money.

Although Baiyun Town is just a town, these things are really not scarce, and there are really a lot of food and clothing, as long as the money is enough.

Hurriedly descending the mountain, Gu Jingzhi came back in an hour and a half, and it was only a little at the end of the day, around nine o'clock.

Qingluo was still asleep in bed at this time and did not wake up.

When she came to consciousness, she was awakened by a slightly pungent smell of Chinese medicine coming from downstairs.

She understood, and her head suddenly grew.

After a while, the bedroom door was pushed open, and Gu Jingzhi came in with a wooden pallet.

Qingluo squinted and saw that a large porcelain bowl, a bowl she usually used to eat, must be a bowl of porridge.

Then there is a bag of food in an oily paper bag, and the last plate of pastries.

Gu Jingzhi approached, put the tray on the wooden box at the head of the pit, and Qingluo glanced at it again.

I saw that the big bowl was really pungent and black Chinese medicine.

And the oily paper bag is filled with rock sugar hawthorn wrapped in white and crystal white sugar.

As for a plate of pastries, Qingluo opened his mouth to bite into a mouthful of pastries fed by Gu Jingzhi.

Soft and glutinous, silky sweet, with a feeling of noodles, it is a yam jujube mud cake.

The other is hawthorn cake.

Qingluo ate a few pieces of hot and soft pastries that Gu Jingzhi patiently fed.

Gu Jingzhi smiled and wiped a little crumb on Qingluo's mouth with a silk handkerchief, and was about to twist another piece of pastry, Qingluo shook his head.

Gu Jingzhi threw the pastry into his mouth and reached out to pick up the porcelain bowl.

Qingluo drank some porridge, moistened his throat, and ate breakfast.

Gu Jingzhi sat beside her, reached out to touch the Chinese medicine that emitted a strong smell, nodded and said to Qing Luowen:

"It's not fasting after eating early, and it's a little relieved, and it's just right to take medicine at this time."

Since Gu Jingzhi came, Qingluo didn't say much to him, and even the hawthorn with the sweet smell was treated coldly.

Naturally, the bowl of Chinese medicine Qingluo didn't see it.

When Gu Jingyi said this, Qingluo's shoulders collapsed, he turned over and lay down, turning his back to him.

Gu Jingzhi reluctantly fished her over, picked her up, and brought the big bowl with one hand.

When Qingluo saw this almost a full bowl of black Chinese medicine up close, he couldn't help but have the thought of retching, hugged Gu Jingzhi's arm, and his voice was like crying.

"Ah Jing, you don't love me anymore, you want to kill me!"

Gu Jingzhi wrinkled his brows and patiently persuaded, "Ah Luo can only get better after taking medicine." ”

Qingluo turned around and knelt on Gu Jingzhi's lap, because he was sick, he didn't have any look in his eyes.

At this moment, he looked at Gu Jingzhi with tears in his eyes, and there was a flash of water in his eyes, but he also looked alive.

"After taking a big bowl of medicine, you either want me to vomit hard, or you ......"

Qingluo bit his lip, and he didn't seem to be able to bear to say the next words.

Then no matter how much she sings a big drama, she cheers up and is coquettish and pitiful.

This matter is about the wind and cold that has lingered in her body for many days, and Gu Jingzhi still ruthlessly coaxed her into it.

Of course, Gu Jingzhi brought such a big bowl, not to let Qingluo drink it completely.

But he knew that sometimes Qingluo was more nonsense, so he brought a whole bowl over, and she ate half a bowl at most.

But he brought half a bowl, which was probably half of that half-bowl, and he had to keep some of it.

Sure enough, after pinching his nose and drinking half a bowl of Chinese medicine, Qingluo was no longer willing to open his mouth.

Gu Jingzhi put the Chinese medicine aside, Qingluo squinted his eyes and saw it, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief in his heart, and then he grabbed his chest and retched.

……