Then, Yani on the side thought and said, "He, I don't know if it's from Cobden." But it's been a long time in my home, and I remember it for a few years. ”

"And the wounds on his body......"

Qiu Jingchi's medical skills are so powerful, and there is a family of Chinese medicine behind him, so it can be determined that there are more people who are more powerful than him, even if he can't be cured, can't those who are more powerful in medicine be cured?!

Yani seemed to understand Pan Hua's suspicions, she tilted her head, and sighed: "When I first met Uncle Liang when I was a teenager, he was already like this. ”

"And he seems to be very resistant to treatment, Qiu Jingchi and they have been here, but Uncle Liang refused."

"I think there may be a lot of stories about him, and these scars may be the memories he used to commemorate the past!"

Uncle Liang (formerly known as Leng Yi, is a cold-blooded second brother, who became like this due to the plane accident fifteen years ago; used to be a person who was also a heroic and bloody person, and he disguised his identity since the accident, and a certain plot will focus on revealing it!

No one knows where Uncle Liang came from, and no one knows when he appeared here.

When it was discovered that such a person existed in the Chief's Mansion, there were servants who had bullied him in private.

But he couldn't speak, and he always endured everything silently alone.

Later, it was the chief who found out about this scene, and Xu saw that he was pitiful, so he arranged for him to prune the vegetation in the mansion.

When Yani first met him, she was also scared enough.

But after a long time, I got used to it.

And Uncle Liang takes good care of her, although he can't speak (disguised), he will use bamboo leaves to make small toys for her.

At this time, Yani picked up a frangipani in her hand, turned her head and inserted it in Pan Hua's ear, "Do you also think Uncle Liang is pitiful?" ”

"Hmmm......"

Pan Hua responded, and her heart was inexplicably sour.

This feeling may be because Uncle Liang himself is so embarrassed, but he still raises so many butterflies for cold-bloodedness.

Such a delicate person has suffered too many misfortunes.

Yani picked another flower and put it in her ear, fiddling with it twice before saying, "I haven't seen Uncle Liang smile for a long time, wait for Brother Leng to finish talking with my dad for a while, let him meet Uncle Liang, maybe it can make him happier." ”

Pan Hua was noncommittal, and looked outside the butterfly garden again, but did not see Uncle Liang again.

In less than half an hour, Pan Hua and Yani were strolling around the butterfly garden again.

Just as he was about to go to her cloakroom and explain to her the skills of color matching, she saw a cold-blooded figure walk out of the palace villa in front of her.

"Hey, they're done talking so quickly?" Yani also saw cold-bloodedness.

When Pan Hua saw the man's figure, she immediately turned back to look at the butterfly garden.

"What are you looking at?" The man paced, the cuffs of his gray shirt rolled up, revealing his hardsuit forearms, the long legs under the trousers were straight and slender, his facial features were three-dimensional and handsome, and his deep eyes were gentle and delicate.

Yani couldn't help but lose her mind when she looked at him like this.

Pan Hua retracted her gaze from the direction of the butterfly garden and said rather stupidly, "I want to see if Uncle Liang is still there." ”

"Have you seen Uncle Liang?" The cold-blooded gaze skimmed over Pan Hua's shoulder, but in front of him, except for the breeze blowing through the flowers and plants, there was no trace of Uncle Liang.

Yani looked at the two of them with envy, and then said, "Uncle Liang may be busy, are you done talking to my father?" ”

"Hmm."

"That'...... Do you want to stay for dinner at noon? I'd like to ask Huahua a few questions. ”

The man glanced at Yani for a moment, and then looked at Pan Hua's pretty appearance with flowers in her ears, "Uncle Ya has prepared lunch in the Xiran Hall, you can talk, go and meet Uncle Liang." ”

"Okay, I just saw him go to the bamboo forest." Pan Hua pointed ahead.

Behind the butterfly garden, there is a dense bamboo forest.

Inexplicably, she actually hoped that the fourth brother could meet Uncle Liang.

After all these years, Uncle Liang should miss him very much.

The handicapped Uncle Liang gave her compassion.

……

In the depths of the bamboo forest, Uncle Liang, dressed in a black robe, was limping aimlessly.

He walked slowly, and every step was difficult.

Sighs after sighs overflowed from his lips, and in this dense bamboo forest, there were many complex dark glints in his eyes.

Behind him, there was a sound of footsteps, Uncle Liang's pace slowed slightly, thinking that it was another servant, raised his hand and waved it at his side, as if he didn't want the other party to come over and disturb.

But the footsteps didn't stop until—

"Uncle Liang......"

The cold-blooded and mellow voice came down the cracks in the bamboo forest, as if it had been a long time, and once again hit the soft corner of his heart.

Uncle Liang's hand hidden under the black robe suddenly clenched.

He grunted out of his throat, but couldn't form a sentence.

Uncle Liang's figure trembled for a moment, and then turned around very slowly.

In the dim light of the bamboo forest, he opened his scarred eyes and looked at the man walking slowly in front of him.

I haven't seen him for a few years, he is no longer weak, he is no longer pale, and the sharpness of his body has become much more restrained.

He has become mature and steady, and the only thing that overlaps with his memories is his deep pupils.

Uncle Liang raised his sleeve cannon, revealing the severed palm of his left hand that had two fingers left.

He wiped his eyes, hoarse syllables in his throat, and waved at the man.

Cold-blooded stepped forward on the fallen leaves of the bamboo forest, and he stood tall in front of the rickety Uncle Liang, much taller than him.

Uncle Liang reached out and patted him twice on the crook of his arm, pinched his strong muscles again, and nodded incessantly.

Although he couldn't say anything, his excitement was palpable.

The man stood right in front of him, letting him slap on his body.

This may be the only way Uncle Liang can show his emotions.

He squeezed his cold-blooded shoulder hard, and his eyes kept blinking, revealing forbearance and restraint.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Liang, I'm coming back late."

Cold-blooded stepped forward, politely leaned over and hugged him, and said apologetically.

When he left, he didn't say goodbye to Uncle Liang.

Among all the people in Cobden, the person he can't face the difference the most may be Uncle Liang.

This emotion is very peculiar, and he is obviously the most inconspicuous person here.

Even his cripples and appearance often frighten many people.

However, during his illness, he had an inexplicable closeness to Uncle Liang.

It is an indescribable feeling.

Now that I came back again, I saw the butterfly garden, and recalled the appearance of Uncle Liang shaking the butterfly in front of him to comfort him, and there was a warm current in my heart.

Uncle Liang returned his hand and hugged the cold blood tightly, but it was only for a second, and he hurriedly let go.

His voice kept coming from Sasha's voice, but the man seemed to understand what he was trying to say, "My wife, you see? ”

Uncle Liang nodded, his eyes revealing a little sparkle.

"You like her?"

Uncle Liang nodded again and gestured a humanoid curve in the air with his two hands.

He pursed his lips in cold blood, but the corners of his mouth were dyed with a smile.

Uncle Liang is describing Pan Hua's good figure.

In the bamboo forest, Uncle Liang kept gesturing with his hands, and he seemed to firmly believe that cold-blooded could understand it, and he never got tired of it.

After a few minutes, he remembered something and turned back in the direction of the butterfly garden.

On the way, because the speed was too fast, his body was crooked and he almost fell.

Seeing this, cold-blooded stepped forward to help him, and said, "Uncle Liang, walk slowly, don't be in a hurry." ”

He looked at the cold blood deeply, then pinched his wrist with the two fingers of his left hand and walked side by side towards the butterfly garden.

This road is not long, but Uncle Liang is in a hurry.

Until he walked into the butterfly garden with cold blood, and then stood still in front of a small wooden house where butterflies were kept, he pointed inside, signaling cold blood to take a look.

The man bowed slightly, and in his clear line of sight, there was a rare owl butterfly in the small wooden room.

"Uh, uh......"

Uncle Liang seemed to want to speak, and made a few rare single tones.

Cold-blooded looked at the owl stack, and his calm eyes rippled layer upon layer.

Back then, he saw such butterflies and observed a lot.

The spots on the wings, like the eyes of an owl, caught his attention at first sight.

I heard that over the years, Uncle Liang has raised many such butterflies for him.

"Uncle Liang, thank you, hard work!"

Hearing the sound, Uncle Liang kept waving his hand, he wiped his eyes again, and then paced slowly in the butterfly garden.

The man stood still, looking at his staggering back, his eyes palpably grateful.

Subsequently, he accompanied Uncle Liang to wander here for a long time, he always gestured with his hands, and cold-blooded stared at him patiently.

“……”

……

On the same day, Pan Hua and Cold-Blooded had lunch at the chief's mansion and left the manor at a quarter past two in the afternoon.

Yani was very reluctant, and when she sent her away, she was still muttering: "Then if you are free in the future, you must come back often, or, when the time comes, I can go to China to see you." ”

She is half Chinese, and she has never returned to China when she is so old.

Now, I can't help but look forward to returning to China to take a look.

"Okay, if you want to come, you're always welcome."

Pan Hua said goodbye to her with a smile, turned around and took the lead in getting into the car.

She thought that Yani should have something to say to the fourth brother.

In front of the mansion, Yani looked at the cold blood with some slump, and the breeze ruffled the ends of her hair.

She hesitated again and again, but still showed a smile and said lightly: "I don't like you anymore!" ”

Cold-blooded looked at her with a calm expression, "Thank you." ”

He thanked him, but Yani couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly, "It seems that my liking for you has caused you trouble?" ”

Cold-blooded didn't answer, but he felt that the other party just acquiesced.

Yani was angry, and when she put her hands around her chest, she raised her chin arrogantly, "Don't worry, I like Huahua more now than I like you." ”

"When I get married one day, I will definitely be the first to send you an invitation, you can not come, but I have to let you know that there are many, many people who like me!"

Hearing this, he smiled lightly in cold blood: "Okay, I'm looking forward to it." ”

Looking forward to her getting married?!

Yani gritted her teeth and glared at him, although her heart was full of bitterness, but she still had to show relief after letting go in front of him.

"This farewell, I don't know when we met! Life has been in a hurry for decades, and time has passed like a shuttle, Brother Leng......"

"Take care of your body and take good care of Uncle Ya."

"Can I hug you one last time? Just one click! ”

"Hmm!"

"Thank you, you have to take care of yourself too!"

“……”

Maybe that's the best for her.

When Cold-Blooded got into the car, the line of convoys slowly walked away in front of her eyes, Yani's eyes turned red unconsciously.

Two tears remained uncontrollably......

I've liked it for many years, how can I say that I can put it down.

But he has a lover, he really can't like it anymore, maybe only time can silently forget all these feelings!

Yani stood in place and watched the convoy for a long, long time, and behind her, inside the door, Uncle Liang, who was wearing a black robe, also looked through the gap in the direction where the convoy was leaving.

There were tears in his eyes and a smile in the corners of his mouth.

Xiao Leng, I wish you all the best in this life!

All he can do now is pray for him, and may God stop tormenting him with illness......