Dropped ...... Is it?

Feng Yan raised his head to look at Zhao Hanjing.

This is the first time someone has told her that it was your mother who left you behind.

The first time someone told her that it was your mother who did not take the responsibility of raising you, instead of sighing and sighing, pretending to be sympathetic, and then showing off the crispy snacks and new clothes that her mother bought for her, through her past, to bring out her superior happiness.

Although her father, knowing these ridicules, gave her pocket money, comforted her, and encouraged her to go out on the street to buy some sweets and snacks, and not to worry about those people; She bought snacks, and she really didn't care, but what she wanted in her heart was always the jujube paste cake that the woman fed her.

And Xiao Langzhong still puffed out his cheeks, and looked at her with a somewhat complicated gaze: some concern, some cowardly temptation, as white and soft as mussel meat, but whenever she showed the slightest hint of carelessness, she immediately shrank back into the shell, and then closed the shell tightly.

There was still an outdated childishness on his face, and he couldn't hide his emotions now...... He had already developed some feelings called compassion, which made him seem more and more similar to the gentleman, but only close.

If she remembers correctly, Zhao Langzhong is probably only eighteen years old this year, right?

What was she doing when she was eighteen?

Zhao Hanjing was furious by the other party's eyes that were mixed with inquiry, nostalgia, and thinking, and he couldn't help but stumble a little when he spoke: "Now and now, since you use the name given to you by your mother, does that mean...... It means that you are now a kind of compensation for the regrets you regret when you were young...... Or shall I put it another way? If you were the way you are now, wouldn't you be powerless about those things, wouldn't you have those regrets? ”

Is this what it looks like now? Feng Yan thought.

If she was the way she was, she would have told her mother bluntly, that the infatuated and short-lived woman, that kind of man, was not worth waiting for. Then she was going to take her away and show her more and better things in this world.

Although many years have passed, Feng Yan still vaguely remembers that woman is a very gentle woman from the water town. She was always waiting for that person, always holding her young daughter by her side, always having a soft smile; She has a string, and she has nails that are neither long nor short. When the moonlight is good, when the flowers are beautiful, when the light rain falls finely...... She would prepare some pastries and wine, and while plucking the tune of a mountain spring on the strings, she taught her daughter to sing the minor tune of her hometown, drank osmanthus brew, and fed her daughter the cake full of jujube paste with a smile.

Wuyike, Wuyike, spring is stunned by white dew. The beams are soft-spoken, and the wind is full of willows and catkins.

It's not that she doesn't love her, she just loves that person more; She was like a swallow that had only forgotten to migrate, shivering in the cold winter of the north; She was like a moth in the night, never able to catch the sun, and finally filled her life into the flame of the small oil lamp.

Feng Yan thought that he must not repeat his mother's mistakes.

At this time, Zhao Hanjing suddenly tentatively handed her something, and she took it, it was a handkerchief, clean and white, without any patterns.

"That," Xiao Langzhong looked at her hesitantly, not knowing how to tell her, so he had to stretch out his finger and point at the corners of his peach blossom eyes, "You, do you want to wipe it first?" ”

She touched her face, only to realize that she was in tears.

"Hey...... You take it slowly, right? Zhao Hanjing saw her wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes blankly, and blinked a little embarrassed. Obviously, Feng Yan is the side side, her emotions are stripped away by herself, she will cry instinctively because of her memories, but she herself can't perceive the meaning behind the tears, and it can even be said that she is sad herself, but she can't feel what sadness is.

Zhao Langzhong looked at her at a loss. The book left by his master did not record such examples, which meant that he had to walk the next road on his own.

That's how it can be good.

Just as Xiao Langzhong was struggling, she suddenly raised her head to look at him, put the back of her hand to his face, and then pressed him back into the bed without saying a word; With the back of his neck resting on the pillow, he gasped, but didn't scream, just blinked in a daze.

What's wrong? What happened?

"My face is burning red." She sighed, put the square handkerchief into her sleeve, wrapped the person tightly with the quilt, pulled out his right hand, rolled up the sleeve, revealed the thin and white little arm, and poured a bowl of soju, "If you want to say it, lie down and say, you are still sick." ”

Feng Yan lit the soju, quickly picked up a flame from the blue flames, rubbed it out three or two times, and then rubbed it on the place where the blood in his wrist passed.

Originally, he had eaten, but he didn't feel any good, but when he heard her say this, his body felt a little cold, and his head hurt. Zhao Hanjing turned his face away, hesitated for a while, didn't take his arm out of her hand, and said, "It's not that serious, I'm used to it......"

Her hand dipped in soju froze, and almost burned to her cuffs: "Got used to it?" Frequent fever? Labor? ”

"Huh? Hmm......" She pushed very hard, Zhao Langzhong squinted his eyes a little comfortably, as if it was a cat with his chin scratched, and there was a bit of laziness in his voice, "When I was thirteen years old, I almost drowned in the Jingjiang River, and then my father picked it up." At that time, it was just spring, the water was cold, and after soaking for a long time, I fell ill. When my father was still there, he always told me that other people's families were worried that half of the eldest son would eat the poor old man, so he would have to worry that I wouldn't be able to eat for three days. ”

Thirteen years old, twelve years of Xingwu. She put her finger on the inside of his wrist as if inadvertently, and quietly injected a trace of internal force while he was not very guarded. Neiguan is a commonly used acupoint on the pericardial meridian of the syncope yin, calming the mind and relieving depression, can also relieve stomach pain and headache, and even has some effect on baby hiccups, which belongs to the safest acupuncture points on the human body, as long as Xiao Langzhong does not deliberately struggle, it will not cause any harm.

As Feng Yan had predicted, the trace of internal force traveled through his meridians without hindrance; But unexpectedly, when it passed by the dantian, it suddenly seemed to be pulled by something, and it was slowly absorbed into the sea of lower qi. Sure enough, Xiao Zhao Langzhong has practiced since he was a child; It's a pity that the foundation is still weak, and the meridians have been damaged, so it is still weak - this damage is not new, the time should be about five years ago, and it is a detail that coincides.

There were more things in the dantian, and when he turned his head, he saw Feng Yan's hand on his wrist, and Zhao Hanjing's peach blossom eyes, which were originally narrowed into strips, suddenly opened.

She tempted him?

He is obviously a weak chicken who has never practiced martial arts, and she still wants to test him? He had just tried to get the letter out of his bosom, and she was about to cut him; At this time, she tried to find out that he had practiced qi, wouldn't she want to hang him up and torture him, and she would have to interrogate him carefully before she was willing to believe him?

The little man, who was originally soft and like a cat, is now stiffened into a stone. Feng Yan noticed that his small movements were discovered, and he knew that he was at a loss, so he had to soften his mouth as much as possible, trying to smooth the hair of the fried cat: "Did you hurt just now?" Don't you have some foundation in qigong? How the meridians are damaged like this. ”

See, that's what we have to ask! Zhao Langzhong was full of grievances and panic, and he missed Feng Ayan more and more who would not beat him, force him, or embarrass him. But he dared to be angry with Feng Ayan to be petty, but he never dared to throw his face to Feng Yan - although Feng Ayan tortured the killer in front of him, even though she tied him up, and even if she was not emotionally stable enough and would go violent at any time, she would even ask him about his preferences with chopsticks or spoons for eating!

"When I was a child, I practiced fetal breath with Master...... Later, I took the wrong medicine, and that's it. The hero doesn't suffer the loss in front of him, not to mention that his arm is still pinched in the other party's hand, Zhao Langzhong's eyes rolled, and he decided to give in for the time being, and then turn around and complain to Ah Yan.

Feng Yan rubbed the corners of his forehead a little helplessly, what kind of ideas was this little man making, it was clearly on his face. It was obvious that he was fighting with her, but she was not angry at all, she just felt a little cute and funny, and she didn't want to poke him again.

She was still slowly rubbing her wrist with soju, and suddenly she felt that her hand was not only a piece of flesh and blood, but also a soft and fragrant warm jade. But this piece of warm jade is also a little thinner, so that people only dare to touch it, lest it be broken by accident. If you are fatter and flesh is richer, it will feel better...... Feng Yan thought so, so he said to Zhao Hanjing: "I will write to her, and see if I can think of a way to help you fix it." Do you feel better? ”

Head...... His head was indeed less groggy, and his heartbeat didn't seem to be as flustered as it had been. Zhao Hanjing remembered that she had just pinched Neiguan, and her anger improved slightly, but her face still looked aggrieved: "Okay, better." ”

"Let's sleep a little longer." She lowered his sleeve and tucked it back into the covers.

"......" Fang just said that he would lie down and talk again! The order changes! No, it's faster than changing the day! Xiao Langzhong dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, so he had to close his eyes, and after a while, he fell asleep. However, even when he was asleep, his cheeks were still puffing out with anger, and they looked much better than when his cheeks were sunken.

It was rare for Zhao Langzhong to sleep so deeply, he was originally lying flat and straight, but now he was slowly curled up into a ball, and his posture seemed to be like a baby in the mother's womb. Feng Yan looked at the door that was leaking everywhere, and he was worried that he would get the wind and his condition would worsen. She had planned to tear down the old door and nail it again, but she couldn't bear to wake him, so she had to pull a piece of tarpaulin and wrap the door in its entirety, and when she closed it again, it was quite tight.

She felt a little tired when she took back the clothes that had been dried outside and folded them. After thinking about the knife edge behind him, he refilled the oil lamp, put it on the kang table with the flint, and finished writing the things he wanted to show to his other self, seeing that Zhao Hanjing was still sleeping smoothly, and he didn't seem to be coughing and wheezing, so he also lay down to make up for sleep.

I don't know why, but through this little man, she will always recall herself when she was in the nursing home.

In other words, she saw her current self through him.

Those who were close to them all left, one by one, never to return; He was the only one left, abandoned in the world, guarding forgotten secrets, struggling to survive.