When I woke up in the morning, the rain had not stopped, but the rain had lightened, and it was pouring down on the stone steps and trees. The stone table and stone bench in front of the door were washed clean by the heavy rain overnight, and I leaned on the window and looked out, wondering how my father had spent all these years in this lonely world. Sunny or cloudy, cold or hot, nothing seems to have changed here.

I opened the box I had at hand. When I woke up, the box was next to the pillow, it was a pine-patterned branch box carved by bamboo roots, I don't know how many years had passed, the surface of the box had a ripe luster, and there was a clanging sound when the buckle was knocked, like the sound of gold and jade.

Lei Fang was drowsy: "What is this?" ”

"I don't know." I vaguely felt familiar, but I couldn't remember that maybe it was something I used before.

"How do you open this box?" Lei Fang took it in his hand and looked it up and down, but he couldn't find a gap to open the box.

"From here......" I pressed the protruding place, where the knots of pine branches were carved out, and with a slight twist, the box was unscrewed.

"Ah, what a delicate thing, this box shouldn't be what it is now, right? Looks like it's been a few years. She glanced out, "It's Mr. Wu's thing, right?" ”

"Hmm," inside the box was a coiled red thread. The thread is not long, tangled into a thread, with a thin pearl at each end.

"It's a headband, right?" Lei Fang picked it up and looked: "Mr. Wu, a big man, is quite careful, come, I'll help you tie it." ”

"It's not like a headband." I stretched the red line, the line is about three feet long, I don't know what material it is, it's not hemp or cotton, it's not silk, it looks like it's red and gorgeous.

I tied the red thread around my wrist, and Lei Fang tied a knot for me. Two small beads fell and collided with each other, making a tinkling sound.

Lei Fang was already very smart and spontaneously made a judgment on my relationship with my father: "Do you recognize Mr. Wu as your father-in-law?" That's good...... When I was a child, I always thought that everyone else had a father and mother, but I didn't. Although you have a father, you are not the same. Mr. Wu, people look very good, but living in such a place makes it seem treacherous...... I say. Did you hear that? ”

"I'm going to see my master."

Lei Fang hurriedly followed: "I'll go too." ”

She held my hand tightly, as if she was afraid that I would suddenly disappear and leave her alone.

Perhaps, she has lost too much in the past two days.

And our relationship ...... It can be regarded as sharing weal and woe. We went through that kind of accident together. Each other has become each other's dependence.

Holding her hand back, I suddenly remembered Wu Zhenlai.

She and I used to be so close, holding hands and going to distant places together. Experiencing many things together.

Neither the father nor the three sons of Yan were in the house. I glanced outside and could vaguely see them behind the flower tree.

Shigong hasn't woken up yet, but his complexion is obviously much better. I wiped his face and hands with a wet hand towel and straightened his hair. Looking back, Lei Fang's eyes were wide open and looking at me.

I suddenly felt a little empty and panicked.

"What do you think I'm doing that?" I instinctively touched my hair: "Is there something wrong with me?" ”

"Uh...... You're really attentive and considerate. She helped me open the basin: "I don't care for people." ”

Actually, I won't.

"Still. Your master is so young. Obviously, he and my grandfather are of the same generation......" Lei Fang's voice lowered, I didn't need to look at her face to know that she must have remembered Lei Zhuang and Lei Fen again, and hurriedly diverted the conversation: "People who practice illusion are not easy to get old." Even if it's old. It can also be transformed into a more youthful appearance. You haven't seen my master, and I estimate that she will be over half a hundred years old, but she looks like a twenty-eight beauty. I used to be young, and it looked like we were two generations. Now that I'm older, she's still the same. We look like sisters. Maybe in two years, when I'm older, people will think I'm her sister. ”

Lei Fang was speechless: "The illusionist is so powerful...... Isn't this an ageless monster? ”

"Phew. Who do you say is a youkai. ”

Lei Fang finally showed a little grin, and I felt relieved. Lei Fang rolled his eyes, leaned over and said, "I said...... Well, just now I watched you take care of Senior Ji, and suddenly I felt ......"

"What do you think?" I instinctively concluded that she wasn't a good word down there.

"You don't look like your ancestors and apprentices at all, cough, but like ......" Her smile was slightly obscene, my eyes narrowed, and my tone became dangerous: "Like what?" ”

Her eyes rolled and she coughed softly: "Like brothers and sisters......

As soon as I looked at her expression, I knew that she wasn't telling the truth, but Lei Fang immediately asked, "By the way, who made the meal we ate?" ”

I was stunned, a little stammered, I hadn't thought about it - it couldn't be my father cooking by himself, right? I can't imagine him choosing, chopping, and stir-frying...... Not to mention the need to wash the dishes......

"I'll go to the stove and have a look."

Lei Fang went out with her waist down, and for fear of more rain, she jumped and ran, covering her hands above her head, looking like a dexterous deer.

I watched her back disappear in the rain and turned around.

Shigong woke up at some point, leaning against the head of the bed, looking at me quietly with a pair of clear eyes.

I was stunned for a moment, and my tongue stumbled a little when I spoke: "Master, Master?" Are you awake? ”

His eyes were calm and deep, but it made me feel a little flustered. And it is not known how long he was awake, how much he heard, and how much he saw.

Lei Fang and I didn't actually say anything just now, but ...... It's just a comment on the appearance of the master and master, which is disrespectful.

However, the teacher should not be counted. We praise him for his youth, and even if he is not complacent, he should not become angry with us.

"Are you feeling better? Do you want to drink water? ”

He nodded slightly, I hurriedly poured water, and felt a little hot, and blew carefully, feeling less hot, before handing it to my master.

He didn't raise his hand to take it.

I'm so stupid, my master was injured and fell asleep for so long, so naturally I don't have the strength.

I helped my master sit up a little, took a pillow and put it behind his waist, and brought a glass of water to his face.

My grandfather glanced at me, lowered his eyes, and drank the water from my hand.

His eyelashes are so long. Because of the paleness of his face, his eyelashes became darker and darker, and he trembled slightly, like the crow's winged feather fan described in detail in a book.

After drinking this cup, I poured another cup and brought it over, this time only half of it, and the master shook his head, took a breath of relief, and asked in a low voice, "What is this place?" ”

My hand holding the cup shook slightly.

That's not a good question to answer.

After thinking about it, I took advantage of the action of putting the water glass. turned around and whispered, "This is the back mountain of Leijiazhuang...... It used to be called a place of 100 yuan residence. ”

After saying this, I didn't dare to look back at my master's expression for a while, and I wanted to know. I was afraid to see him show his expression.

He is extremely disgusted with Wu Ning, right? Even if there is a love for saving each other, but compared with the big events of good and evil, it seems to have no weight.

"100 yuan ......" Shigong's voice was a little confused. I quietly turned my face to look, and he was staring out the window in confusion. The window was half-propped up. The rain was pouring down, and a damp chill was pouring into the house from the outside.

He tried to get off the ground with his hand, and I rushed over to help him. The hand stretched out, the sleeve faded a little, and the thin red line on the wrist

Exposed.

Shigong's expression was different, he looked at the red line fixedly, and then looked up at me.

I screamed in my stomach that it was bad. I'm afraid this line is a bit of a past, and it's not what I used to do.

My father knows the ins and outs of this red line. Shigong seems to know, but I, although I am in the middle of the matter, I don't know the secret at all.

"It's ...... Where did it come from? ”

"Witch ...... Mr. Wu gave it to me. ”

I still don't know what my father's name is, and I can't ask him that question. For example, "Father, what is your name?" I don't remember ......"

Yan San'er called Mr. Father, and these two words are not casually called. Did their father teach them?

Shigong's hand slowly raised, and his fingers were getting closer and closer to my wrist, I was slightly nervous, only to feel that the cold hairs on the back of my wrist were all standing up.

A slight itch came, and I didn't even know if my master had really touched me. Maybe it touched, but only lightly and slightly. Maybe it wasn't, but the temperature on his hand had reached my skin.

I trembled a little, and my master's hand had been withdrawn.

"Mr. Wu? He's alive? ”

Shigong's voice was not as clear as usual, but a little hoarse.

I was a little surprised, and Yan San'er was also shocked when she saw her father, but ...... It seems that the emotions are not as intense as Shigong.

His whole body was trembling slightly, and his eyes were firmly fixed on me. It was as if my answer was crucial to him.

I couldn't speak, and his attentive and longing gaze struck me as strange. Shigong has always been cold and quiet, and I have never seen him express such intense emotions.

I just nodded to him.

Shigong grabbed my wrist: "Really? Where is he? ”

"It's just outside...... Talking to Yan San'er. ”

Shigong wanted to go to the ground, so I hurriedly supported him: "It's raining outside, you want to find them, I'll invite them in, your injuries haven't healed yet, how can you go out in the rain?" ”

Shigong wanted to stand up, but he couldn't even stand up now, and leaned towards me softly, and I hurriedly helped him back to the bed.

"Hey, don't move. I'll go and invite them in. ”

Shigong's eyes were closed and his breath was short. I looked at him worriedly, and after a while, Shigong's breath eased a little, slowly opened his eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Here...... Is there anyone else? ”

I didn't understand what the master asked, so I nodded and said, "In addition to us, there are Yan San'er, Lei Fang—and Mr. Wu." ”

He followed closely and asked, "No...... Someone else? ”

I honestly shook my head.

The light in Shigong's eyes dimmed for a moment.

His hand had just clenched the corners of the quilt, but now it was loosened little by little, and his fingers curled up weakly. (To be continued)