It has been raining and snowing for days, and today is a rare sunny day.

It's just that the snow hasn't melted, and the boots still crunch when they step on the ground.

So before Jing Xi's knock on the door sounded, Sheng Ting already knew that she was coming.

Everyone's footsteps are different, especially a woman, who is particularly recognizable as she walks in a barracks full of men.

Sheng Ting immediately put on his half-faded clothes, he was changing the dressing just now.

"Enter!" When the knock on the door reached the fifth time, Sheng Ting responded.

He was getting dressed so quickly that he was involved in the wound, and bright red blood broke out where the gauze had been removed.

But all this was quickly covered up by him.

Jing Xi didn't see any clues when he came in.

"...... you" Sheng Ting frowned slightly when he saw Jing Xi holding a box of cinnabar in his hand, "Are you here to pick up and leave the book?" ”

Jing Xi said 'um' and sat down opposite Sheng Ting:

"I'm going to leave in a moment, so I'll come over. Last time you said it was just my name and the handprints of the two of us, and it just so happened that I found cinnabar again. ”

"Okay." Sheng Ting nodded, and sat there unmoved, because the arrow wound on his arm was bleeding.

Seeing that he didn't move, Jing Xi couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "That and leaving the book??" ”

Sheng Ting raised his chin and looked at a table by the window: "On the desk, take a look for yourself." ”

"Okay." Jing Xi got up and walked towards the desk, and when he looked down, he saw a book with most of it rusty red.

She frowned and picked up the blood-stained book: "This can't be used, right?" ”

"Yes."

"Then why don't you write me another one?" Jing Xi looked at Sheng Ting.

Sheng Tingjian frowned again: "My arm is injured." ”

Jingxi: "............ Well, I see there's pen and paper here, I'll copy it, and then you just need to sign it and make a fingerprint. All right? ”

Sheng Ting glanced at her, hooked his lips and smiled.

Jing Xi frowned, slightly dissatisfied: "Why are you smiling like this?" ”

What kind of expression is that?

Sheng Ting took a deep breath and slowly stood up.

Jing Xi was a little vigilant: "What are you doing?" ”

Sheng Ting continued to walk forward: "Are you afraid that I will not give you and leave the book?" You can rest assured, I will not go back on what I have promised you. ”

"That's good. Because I don't really like sudden changes, which can catch me off guard. ”

Sheng Ting looked at her with a stubborn expression, stopped in front of her, and spit out two words with thin lips: "Let Jean." ”

Jing Xi took a step to the side.

Then he watched as he pulled out a clean, neat, signed and departed book from under the paperweight in a very visible place on the table.

"......" Jingxi was silent for a moment.

She suddenly realized that she was probably blind.

The dirty and the book were spread on the table and rewritten again, and she ......

"I'm sorry," Jing Xi coughed dryly, his face a little red, "I didn't see this just now because my eyes were bad." The tone is not good, please don't be surprised. ”

The corners of Sheng Ting's mouth twitched, but he didn't respond.

Just pressed the neat and tidy book with two long fingers, and pushed it in the direction where Jing Xi was.

Cut straight to the point: "Write your name next to my name." If I really die this time, it will be the same if you take this directly and leave the book to go to the yamen. ”

"Just let the government's matchmaker tick our names. As for how to deal with your household registration later, I don't know very well, you have to ask the people in the government yourself. ”

"Okay, thank you."

Sheng Ting took the pen and was about to dip it in ink, but Jing Xi hurriedly stopped him: "I'll come by myself." ”

Sheng Ting then stopped his movements and stood there waiting for her to write her name, ready to press her handprint.

Jing Xi dipped his ink and picked up the pen, and quickly wrote the word 'Jing Xi' next to Sheng Ting's name.

"You?" Sheng Ting couldn't help frowning when he saw that she wrote those two words in one go.

Jing Xi felt that his tone was a little strange, and looked sideways at him: "What's wrong?" ”

"Your handwriting has changed, and it wasn't like what you wrote before."

Jing Xi was stunned for a moment, and his heart chuckled, but he quickly regained his composure:

"It's scribbled compared to before, so it's naturally a different style. Even if the same person writes with the same hand, regular script and cursive script are very different. ”

Sheng Ting was silent, lowered his eyes and saw the small mole behind her, and finally said nothing.

Jing Xi opened the cinnabar and put it on the table, and took the lead in pressing her own handprint.

"It's your turn."

Sheng Ting hummed, first pulled his sleeves before dipping them in cinnabar, and finally pressed his handprint next to his name.

Jing Xi felt that his action of pulling his sleeves was a bit redundant, but he didn't pay attention to it.

Until he handed her the book of harmony and departure, and said indifferently: "Okay, you can go, I wish you a smooth journey." ”

Jing Xi looked down at Heli and left the book, and finally saw a clue in his handprint.

The colors are not the same.

The same cinnabar is pressed out in a different color.

She glanced at him and instantly understood, "You're bleeding?" ”

"It's fine." Sheng Ting began to walk back.

Jing Xi followed, and saw a ball of bloody gauze under the bed, and a jacket was placed at the head of the bed, and under the jacket was a red cork.

Jing Xi glanced Sheng Ting up and down again, and found that he was only wearing a thin jacket, and the clothes belt was even tied in the wrong place.

It was clear that he was changing his dressing before she came.

Jing Xi sighed: "I'm your doctor, it doesn't matter if I come or not, what do you have to hide when you change the dressing." ”

"I'm not a husband and wife anymore, am I still fit to appear in front of you in disheveled clothes?" Sheng Ting looked at Jing Xi with some indifference, "Let's leave while it's still early, otherwise we won't be able to find a place to stay at night." ”

Is he still a little tsundere?

Jing Xi smiled: "Since you care about me so much, then I should also repay the favor." I'll help you change your medicine and leave. ”

"No, you don't."

"He didn't wear a shirt when I stabbed General Luo and pulled out the arrow."

Sheng Ting immediately glared at Jing Xi, but soon he realized that he couldn't control it anymore, so he withdrew his gaze.

"Okay," Jing Xi went straight to take out the medicine bottle, "When I'm a doctor, okay?" That's the least respect for me. Now you are just a patient Sheng Ting in my eyes. ”

Sheng Ting didn't resist anymore and let Jing Xi peel off his shirt.

Sheng Ting's broad back was more shocking than Jing Xi imagined.

The previous operation for his appendicitis only saw his front, only two scars, and his back was ......

Jing Xi couldn't bear to look at it more.

Now we have to deal with two arrow wounds on my back and arms.

When it came time to change the dressing for the abdominal incision, Jing Xi couldn't help but open his mouth.

"As your doctor, I have the obligation and responsibility to remind you that you are really not suitable to do any strenuous exercise in the past half month."