"My dad is ...... There are many women, and my mother is just one of them, but she gives his whole heart to him and is full of love. But my dad can't repay her deep and warm feelings. Qi Mo's voice was a little depressed, colder than the wind at night, revealing a fragile taste.

Across a door, Song Lingyue suddenly wanted to be able to pass through this door and hug Qi Mo, who was showing his fragile side in such a beautiful night.

"I think my mother has always been lonely, helpless, and cold. The cold night is long, the lonely pillow is cold, and I have to listen to my husband rejoice with other women every day, and I have to make a tolerant and generous appearance......"

It's another story of a.

Song Lingyue sighed in a low voice:

"Then do you resent your father?"

"Resentment...... My dad? Qi Mo's vocal cords trembled with disbelief. In the middle of the night, mixed with the sound of the night wind blowing through the treetops, Qi Mo spit out this sentence:

"I don't know. Or rather, I don't know if I can resent him. ”

"What do you mean?" Song Lingyue was confused by Qi Mo.

"My dad has his body too, I can't help myself. My mother can't help him much, and she needs his distraction to protect her. They used to be very affectionate......" Qi Mo's voice gradually weakened.

"Can't help yourself? Do you really think your dad can't help himself? Love? If you are truly loving, how can you be willing to see your beloved sleepless and pray for mercy every day? ”

Song Lingyue let out a mocking laugh, her voice was slightly hoarse, but there was a sharp force, like a sharp knife, tearing through the quiet night:

"Qi Mo, I think love is one-to-one, it needs loyalty, care, cherishing, thoughtfulness and self, without any of it, it is no longer love."

In the middle of the night, Qi Mo's hoarse voice sounded in the air:

But after my mother's death, he mourned every day, wrote a lot of poems to honor her, and painted a lot of pictures about her. Not only that, but he also ordered people to keep her old things, and would go to her to sit almost when there was nothing to do, and whenever that happened, his eyes were always deep and sad, not like a fake. ”

"How hypocritical it is for people to be dead, but to act in a cozy manner." Song Lingyue flicked her long sleeves, and her clothes crossed the night sky and made a grinding sound.

"yes, hypocrisy." Qi Mo raised his head and hooked the corners of his lips, and the loving and gentle smile in his memory appeared in his eyes, but there was always bitterness and grievance in that smile.

'Tolerant and kind, virtuous, obedient and elegant, pure and filial', these twelve words are the words written by his father in the eulogy, each sentence is praising his mother, but each sentence is not his mother's real appearance.

"It's not early, you can go back to sleep quickly. I'm going to ...... too Take care of Hu Er. His voice trembled a little in the night.

"See you tomorrow, then." Song Lingyue tightened her fingers, and the handkerchief twisted into a ball in the palm of her hand.

The breeze was gentle, the golden cinnamon was fragrant, Song Lingyue put her ears against the door, and she could vaguely step on the bluestone slab with soap boots and make a clicking sound.

Song Lingyue tidied up the hem of her clothes, and the corner of her eyes could vaguely see the back of the slender figure leaving through the crack in the door.

The thin body was shrouded in the cool night, and the moonlight stretched his shadow very long and fell on the bluestone slab, forming a clever painting, which made people feel sorry for his Luotuo, but also felt the alienated coldness from his back.

Song Lingyue pulled her coat, stepped on the moonlight, and walked Yuyu.

She didn't look back, so she didn't see Qi Mo's gaze looking back, so deep, so deep, as if she wanted to see through everything in the world.

Following.

Sure enough, it confirmed what Qi Mo said, the scourge lives for a thousand years, and Hu Er survived the first night smoothly, except for the pain of the wound, there is no big problem.

Song Lingyue opened the gauze and observed Hu Er's wound and then changed the medicine again: "Come to me in three days to change the medicine for you." The wound should not be wet, and it should not be eaten with spicy and irritating things, let alone alcohol. Don't tear the gauze at will, don't expose the wound to the outside, do you understand? ”

Hu Er covered his face and nodded.

Song Lingyue took out a bottle of pills from her arms again, "This medicine is taken once every three hours, don't take more, understand?" ”

Hu Er nodded again.

"Then you go." Song Lingyue waved at Hu Er.

It wasn't until Hu Er walked away that Qi Mo raised his eyebrows and asked Song Lingyue:

"Didn't you give Hu Er the addictive painkiller you said last time? Why didn't he come to you on time to find medicine like Zhang Hu this time? ”

"First of all, Zhang Hu is a servant who needs to maintain the safety of the people of Jizhou Mansion, and I have no intention of going against him. Secondly, although he offended me and didn't speak so well, he didn't go too far after all. The sores on his mouth and tongue were uncomfortable enough, and I punished him as if God had helped me.

As for Hu Er, I know that he has done a lot of stealing, robbing and abduction, and he is the lackey of Zhang Langzhong. If he really became addicted to the medicine, he would only scratch his heart and liver in pain.

He will be the only one who will suffer, but my hands will be clean. ”

Song Lingyue smiled, stretched out her hands, and looked at them carefully: a pair of soft wattles were delicate and white, without dyeing Kodan, and her nails were pink with a healthy luster.

"Aren't you afraid that he will go to the yamen to sue you again?" Qi Mo leaned on the table and lowered his head and asked Song Lingyue.

Song Lingyue raised her lips: "He's going to go." There was a doctor's order written on the porcelain vase, in duplicate, he divided one point and I divided it, and he still pressed his finger prints. He didn't listen to the doctor's advice and was addicted to eating, so he couldn't blame me. ”

After speaking, Song Lingyue waved her hand at Qi Mo: "Close the door, the medical hall is closed today." ”

Qi Mo went to close the door as he said, and the corner of his eyes swept to the corner of Hu Er's clothes who had just escaped.

Qi Mo locked the door and turned around and raised his eyebrows at Song Lingyue: "He really didn't leave just now, but listened to the corner." ”

Song Lingyue took a sip of hot tea at just the right temperature, her brows furrowed slightly, she still prefers modern coffee, but unfortunately she doesn't, so she can only use tea to make do.

Seeing that Qi Mo was still looking at her, he raised his lips and smiled: "People like him are used to cheating, and seeing that I didn't attack Zhang Langzhong, I must be worried that I have a grudge against him, and I am afraid that I will take the opportunity to take revenge on him, I really live the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain." ”

"Is it true that the clinic will not be open today? I've heard that you don't rest until the fifteenth day of the new year. ”

"Isn't it the Flower Dynasty Festival today? Presumably, there are a lot of people who go to enjoy the flowers in spring, but I am afraid that there will be no guests in the hospital. Song Lingyue shrugged her shoulders.

"Flower Dynasty Festival......" Qi Mo lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Song Lingyue tried to read something from his eyes, but Qi Mo quickly looked away, and she could only say in a cheerful voice:

"Today's Flower Dynasty Festival, in other words, and Xiangling, they are very excited. In a while, Xiangling and Aunt Li and I are going to the market to make some purchases, do you have anything you are missing, do you want me to bring it to you from the market, or will you go with us? ”

"I'm ......" Song Lingyue didn't wait for Qi Mo to finish speaking, she had already stepped forward and grabbed his arm: "Let's go, let's go, let's go to the bazaar to buy together!" Shopping is a stress reliever! ”

Unconsciously, Song Lingyue's tone already had a coquettish taste, and even she didn't notice it, just thinking about how to please Qi Mo today, so that he wouldn't think about their conversation last night.

After going back last night, Song Lingyue couldn't sleep after tossing and turning.

Qi Mo's lonely and lonely back image was like a knife piercing Song Lingyue's heart, and she regretted telling Qi Mo that big talk about love.

This is an ancient time, three wives and four concubines, three from four virtues, and the husband is the ancient world!

She talked to Qi Mo, an ancient person, about the concept of one-on-one love that only modern people have, talking about equality, loyalty and self, but I was afraid that Qi Mo would think that she was a strange outlier.

If a woman here doesn't even get the loyalty of her husband, how can she talk about respect and self?

What made Song Lingyue even more annoyed was that she always felt that Qi Mo's father and mother didn't seem to be ordinary people.

She can't let these old antiques think that she is an outlier, otherwise she will definitely be regarded as a spirit, and she is afraid that her life will not be able to be saved when the time comes.

Song Lingyue was thinking wildly, and the expression on her face was also unpredictable.

Qi Mo stared at Song Lingyue's thoughtful face, lowering his eyes and not knowing what he was thinking.

The two of them, each with their own thoughts, just joined Aunt Li and them side by side in the courtyard.

"Sister! Today, I went to the market to buy a lot of brushes and rice paper, but my rice paper is always insufficient. When Song Yanyi saw Song Lingyue, he rushed over and plunged into Song Lingyue's arms.

"Okay, buy it." Song Lingyue touched Song Yanzhi's fleshy little face, looked down at Song Yanzhi's clothes, which were already a lot shorter, and said with a wry smile: "I have to buy a few new clothes for Yanzhi." Well, buy a few for Xiangling too, your clothes look smaller. ”

"I'm already making Xiangling's clothes, and they'll be ready in two days. But you, you see, I just made you this garment, and this is already half short. Aunt Li shook her head and pointed to Song Lingyue's sleeve, which had a short wrist exposed, "I can't even catch up with you." ”

Song Lingyue stuck out her tongue and stepped forward affectionately to hold Aunt Li's arm: "That's not because Aunt Li's three meals a day are so delicious, I can't control eating too much, so I grow taller." ”

Song Lingyue was too busy during the free clinic, and Song Lingyue didn't have time to go home to cook, and she had to work Aunt Li to deliver food to them.

Song Lingyue originally wanted to pay Aunt Li's wages, but Aunt Li refused to accept anything, not to say that she was Xiangling's master, and the apprentice had to take care of the master, and Xiangling was still young and had to come to her.

Just because of Aunt Li's love for her daughter, Song Lingyue was also determined to teach what she had learned.

"That's a good idea. I'm also worried that you're so busy every day that your body should be exhausted. Aunt Li lovingly helped Song Lingyue stuff the broken hair on her sideburns behind her ears.

"Alright, alright! Sister, let's hurry up! Song Yanzhi couldn't hold it anymore, "And Brother Qi Mo, Brother Liu Liang, you guys hurry up!" Let's go to the market together! ”