When there is nowhere to vent the sadness in the heart, when there is nowhere to confide in the grievances, Lan Yi's body has become an empty shell, without any soul. He only believes in his feet, and wherever it goes, he goes. The door of Xinglong Silk Village was opened under such conditions, I don't know how Lan Yi found the key at that time, and how he opened the door, he only knew that after he came in, he lay on the couch and never got up again.

After the south wind left, Lan Yi fell into extreme pain again, trapped by love, this used to be a word that Lan Yi despised so much, but now he is obsessed with it. It's really asking what is the situation in the world, and the straight teach people to promise life and death!

When the sun rose behind the clouds on a new day, a glimmer of light appeared on the earth, but there was still no light on Lan Yi's couch, and he wanted to stay in this darkness forever. I don't know when, there was a sound of Nan Xiaoer's questioning outside, followed by the sound of him rushing into the silk village in a panic, followed by a series of screams, when a series of sounds passed, Nan Xiaoer's hanging heart was finally put down, because he found that everything in the silk village was intact, without any traces of loss.

The frightened Nan Xiaoer suddenly opened the curtain at the door as if he remembered something, and when he saw Lan Yi on the chair, he first screamed out, this was the first time he screamed since he came in, Lan Yi instinctively frowned. Perhaps it was because he found out that the person on the couch was his shopkeeper, so Nan Xiaoer walked up to Lan Yi, "Shopkeeper, why did you come so early?" ”

"Shopkeeper, the door outside here is not too closed, and if you come so early in the future, you must not be careless. It's deserted on the street outside, what do you say about the bad guy who comes in carelessly? ”

"Shopkeeper, I didn't say it, if you think I'm coming late, you can tell me to come early, why are you embarrassed to call me so early? What's more, it's not a good day outside. ”

"The shopkeeper's ......" Nan Xiaoer stood in front of Lan Yi and chattered endlessly, forgetting that he had ignored Lan Yi's non-response, maybe he was about to finish speaking, or maybe he felt something abnormal, Nan Xiaoer tentatively squatted down and whispered in Lan Yi's ear, "Shopkeeper's ...... Shopkeeper, shopkeeper? Shopkeeper's! Shopkeeper's! When Nan Xiaoer's hand touched Lan Yi's forehead, he found that the temperature there was already hot, and when he touched Lan Yi's body, the shopkeeper who was curled up on the soft couch was already trembling.

Nan Xiaoer was so frightened that he almost cried, he covered Lan Yi with a thin quilt, and ran out to get a basin of cold water, paid the towel, and clumsily put it on Lan Yi's head.

So, Nan Xiaoer anxiously ran all the way to the hospital......

Lan Yi was sick, and when a night of rain combined with the rush caused by exhaustion, he couldn't afford to get sick. For three days in a row, he was always in a muddy coma, and every time he woke up in the middle of the night, his eyes were blurry, and he was always chanting Feng Yao's name. When a pair of eyes that had been dimmed searched around in the Listening Wind Pavilion, but there was no sign of the person who had been looking forward to it day and night, he closed it gloomily, and then he was in a coma for a long time. This state has gone back and forth several times, and the hearts of the family members have also fluctuated in this back and forth.

Xiao Liuzi has been waiting in the Listening Wind Pavilion, and he has too many feelings for this young master. Playmates who have played since childhood, domestic servants who have accompanied them from childhood to adulthood, have too many feelings and concerns for Lan Yi, and even Lan Yi opened Xinglong Silk Village and found Nan Xiaoer as a partner, Xiao Liuzi has been obsessed with it for a long time, and secretly learned to settle accounts with Mr. Tent in the house, vowing that sooner or later one day he will be inseparable from Lan Yi in business.

Now, the master of Xiao Liuzi's heart is sick, how can this not make him anxious? But what about worrying? He can only stay here every day, taking care of Lan Yi, praying that he can get better as soon as possible.

When Nan Xiaoer stumbled to the hospital to find Lang Zhong back, he immediately ran to the house again, when Lan Hongda was leisurely drinking morning tea in the living room, and Liu Yue'e was also waiting on the side, and from time to time he whispered something in Lan Hongda's ear, and then laughed happily. When Nan Xiaoer appeared here, Liu Yue'e was full of displeasure, but when Nan Xiaoer said what he meant, Lan Hongda immediately dropped the tea set and waited for others, and quickly went to the silk village to carry Lan Yi back to the house. and immediately invited the best Lang Zhong in the capital to treat Lan Yi.

When he heard that Lan Yi was just suffering from a cold because of the rush of fire, Lan Hongda's hanging heart seemed to be able to be put down a little, but Lang Zhong said that this cold was easy to treat, and this problem of burning and attacking the heart had to be treated with heart medicine.

Lan Hongda was silent, he just silently wrote down Lang Zhong's orders, and asked someone to go and grab the medicine quickly, and he could only be at a loss for the rest. He had already known about Lan Yi going to find Qinglan, and he also knew that Lan Yi had broken out of the house in the middle of the night, although Lan Yi had disappeared when he knew, but he didn't have to think much about it to know where he went, but he didn't expect Lan Yi to be so fragile this child, and this blow knocked him down.

Lan Yi is no longer a child, there are some things he has to face after all, and some problems have to be solved by himself after all, although many times Lan Hongda's heart is also deeply blaming himself, the culprit of all this is just a narrow-mindedness he had back then, but what can he do now? If there is a real chance to find the lost girl, he is willing to do his part to make up for it.

For Lan Hongda, Lan Yi is a special existence. They have an incomparably close blood relationship between them, but in terms of feelings, they show a rare indifference between father and son in the world. When more than ten years of bumps and bumps have become a habit, both parties have adapted to the current distance between each other, do not force, do not criticize, as long as they do not interfere with each other, and each other is fine.

This Tingfeng Pavilion was the last time Lan Yi was going to the north to get sick, and now that he thinks about it, it was more than a month ago. Looking at the simple furnishings in the house, it seems to be the same as Qinglan's, but this is not a burrow, but because of this, it seems that the house is even more shabby.

Lan Yi was lying on the hospital bed, her face was very pale, her eyes were also a little blue, and there were a few slight collapses, and she was wearing a white face towel on her forehead. He seemed to lie there calmly, but the occasional dream shock still told people that the sleeping young man was not well.

Xiao Liuzi had already gotten up and let go of the place at the head of the bed, and Lan Hongda sat down silently. One of Lan Yi's hands was exposed, it was a pair of hands that women would envy when they saw it, but at this moment, Lan Hongda's heart couldn't help but feel a little sad, he suddenly wanted to hold this hand, hold it well, and never want to put it down. Just like once, when the babbling child waved his little hand in front of Lan Hongda surrounded by the nurse, Lan Hongda gently held him in his arms, and the little hand fluttered on his face and body and touched it wildly, and the words in his mouth that no one could understand.

Maybe good things are always so fleeting, and the most beautiful things in life have also passed away quietly as Lan Yi slowly grew up. What's more, when the discordant things in the house gradually spread in his heart, what passed away was not only the beauty of the past, but also the growing hatred. That once innocent Lan Yi of the same year is gone, he chose to be silent, chose to wrap himself, and chose to isolate himself from his whole family! This isolation is more than ten years!

Lan Hongda suddenly felt that his eye sockets were hot, he couldn't help the child in front of him, it was him, his ruthlessness, his narrow-mindedness, and his treachery that created a woman's tragic life and a child's innocent year. I have to say that Lan Yi's quirky personality has most of his reasons.

Lan Hongda's hand touched Lan Yi's skin slightly, the finger trembled suddenly, Lan Hongda was startled, the finger he was about to touch suddenly retracted, and when he looked carefully, he found that Lan Yi did not mean to wake up, so he dared to hold that hand again, this time, without any resistance, Lan Hongda got his wish.

Lan Yi's hand is so slender and so soft, if you don't look at Lan Yi's face, I feel more like a girl's hand in a trance. Lan Hongda held that hand in his fat palm, for many years, he also wanted to give this child the fatherly love he deserved, but every time, his compassion was defeated in the face of Lan Yi's fierce eyes. He felt that Lan Yi was too rebellious and unworthy to be his child. But now that I really think about it, is Lan Yi not worthy of being his Lan Hongda's child or is he Lan Hongda not worthy of being his Lan Yi's father?

Lan Hongda was reluctant to give an answer to this question, because at the beginning, this was the end he didn't want to admit.

Lan Hongda's palm was a little burning, that was from Lan Yi's body temperature, Lang Zhong said, Lan Yi's fever had not subsided. Lan Hongda sighed and quietly wiped the tears from his eyes, and he asked in a low voice, "Urge the kitchen, hurry up and boil the medicine." ”

"Hey!" Xiao Liuzi turned around and was about to leave as soon as he answered, but suddenly Lan Hong stopped him, because he was in a hurry, his voice was a little loud, he looked at Lan Yi in horror, and when he found that he didn't wake him up, he lowered his voice again and said, "Forget it, let's tell the kitchen to boil slowly." The medicinal properties of this medicine will only be better if it is boiled slowly, but I am too anxious, too anxious. Lan Hongda was almost muttering to himself, and Xiao Liuzi had been standing aside and nodded respectfully.