"Brother, brother... No! ”

Jing Moteng woke up from her groggy dream, gasping for breath and sweat beading on her forehead, she looked around and found that she was already in her Qin Garden, and she was neatly dressed.

"Momo! You're awake! Manman came in with tea, overjoyed.

"Manman, how did I get back?" Jing Mo gently rubbed his temples with a faint pain, and in a trance, he remembered that the figure that suddenly appeared in a surging sea of fire.

"Don't you remember?" Man Man glanced at Jing Mo lightly, and said coquettishly, "It's a shame that people rescued you from the fire regardless of life or death, and ran on foot for dozens of miles with you like crazy, and watched you for a day and a night, and you asked him who he was ungratefully!" ”

Jingmo listened, and her heart gradually swelled with warm pulses, and suddenly, she asked worriedly, "When I came back, was it very embarrassing?" This clean suit, is—"

"I changed it for you. Hmph, don't let the old lady meet those stinky men, otherwise, I will definitely make them cut off their children and grandchildren, and they will never be able to have women again! Manman's eyes were grim, and in a blink of an eye, he comforted softly, "Momo, don't worry, although you were disheveled when you came back, the painting thirteen protected you well." ”

Jingmo tightened his collar, couldn't help but bend his eyebrows, slowly got up and stayed, and asked, "Where is he?" ”

"Sleeping soundly in your room." Man Man knew that Jingmo couldn't stay any longer, so he helped her out.

"Shhhhh

Jingmo gently pushed the door in, slowly walked to the side of the bed, and saw his sleeping side face, like the quiet moon hanging in the night sky with the shadow of apricot blossoms. She sat down, leaned over, raised her hand, fingertips sliding gently over the left side of his face.

Suddenly, before she could retract her hand, she was firmly grasped by another warm hand.

"Why is it still so icy. Is it cold? The boy on the couch suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyebrows frowned with concern.

Jing Mo was a little weak and discouraged, he was taken aback, lowered his eyes and shook his head gently: "I disturbed your dreams."

"Why. It bothers me even more in my dreams. Painting Thirteen rubbed his eyebrows and muttered lazily in a lazy tone.

"Huh?"

"Nothing." Hua Thirteen got up and walked down, poured a cup of tea, woke up, and looked at Jingmo with sleepy eyes while yawning: "You didn't bother me, it's me who has insomnia."

Jingmo looked at the familiar appearance of Hua Thirteen still talking nonsense with his eyes open, and couldn't help but lower her eyebrows and laugh a few times, she remembered that Hua Thirteen still had light or serious new and old injuries on his back and hands, so she asked him to sit down and change the medicine for him.

"Ahh How did it get worse like this? When Jingmo saw that the wound on Hua Thirteen's back was gradually suppurating, she couldn't help but gasp and said worriedly.

"It's okay, it's good to have you bandaged." Painting Thirteen said lightly with a calm expression, "You... You can't remember what you promised when you were unconscious, right? ”

"Huh?" Jingmo was confused, and looked at the thirteenth painting with puzzled eyes.

"......" Thirteen stroked his lips, and he smiled a few times to cover up the past: "It's nothing." I have the rejuvenation of Pharmacist Lao Jing to bandage my wounds. ”

Jingmo tried to recall, and a few trance-like ambiguous words loomed in her mind.

"Will you marry me......"

“…… I will take you as my wife until you become an old woman..."

“…… Don't lie to me this time. ”

"I don't lie to you."

Jingmo was already blushing, but fortunately the thirteen were facing away from her, and she was silent, carefully cleaning the wound on his back.

"In a moment, I'll take you somewhere." Painting 13 broke the silence, but his tone was a little cold, not soft.

"Huh?" Jing Mo's mind kept coming to mind the scene in the sea of fire on the outskirts of Beijing, she pondered for a moment, seemed to understand something, and replied gloomily, "Hmm." ”

Winter is swaying, twilight is dark. Painting 13 took Jingmo to the outskirts of Beijing, all the way cold and windy, and it was biting. As the crowd thinned out, a nearby wooden house in ruins had been engulfed in a fire, and they stopped in front of a nearby mound.

"When the fire first stopped, I called Chang Ling to find his remnants and bury them here." The white clothes of the thirteenth painting were blown by the north wind over the tombstone on the barren mound, and his eyes were dark and uncertain, and he said in a gloomy voice, "He, after all, is your senior brother. ”

Jing Mo looked at Shang Lu's tomb, his eyes turned red all of a sudden, and he suppressed his choked voice and said, "This fire was caused by him desperately knocking down the candlestick in order to save me from Zhou Rong's insult. ”

Jing Mo raised his eyes and glanced at the thirteenth painting with a deep frown on his eyebrows, sighed deeply, and continued: "Before he died, Senior Brother already knew that he was wrong back then, he and I have been tortured by this incident for ten years, I thought I would die here, but I didn't expect you to come to save me." He atoned for his sins with his life, can you forgive him? Everything in the past, let it fade away with the wind like this fire, okay? ”

"He's so important to you, right?" Hua Thirteen's expression suddenly became much more divided, and he stared awe-inspiringly and said, "His death is as light as a feather, and only he can redeem himself." I forgive him? Jingmo, you ask yourself if you can forgive him, and ask you if the senior brother who died because of this incident in the valley can forgive him. Back then, he was just one of the links, but the truth is not a fire that can be burned clean, what I want is to watch a heavy snow melt away inch by inch, do you understand me? ”

Jingmo was asked by the thirteenth painting like a knife, she bit her lips heavily, and said with difficulty: "How difficult it has been in the past ten years, I can understand you better than anyone else." That's why I don't want you to dwell on the past......"

Hua Thirteen was stunned, he forgot that Jingmo and his situation were so consistent, and they had already echoed each other at both ends of their fate before they met. He stared at this barren mound for a long time, and for a moment he couldn't tell who was buried inside. It wasn't until Jingmo patted his arm lightly that he closed his eyes again, eased his nerves, and looked at Jingmo's soft moonlight eyes:

"Don't talk about that. What are your plans to stay in Qinyuan and continue to practice medicine in the future? ”

Twilight shrouded Shang Lu's grave, Jing Mo couldn't help but be silent for a while, even if Shang Lu made a big mistake, but he was the closest person in the world, sometimes, half dead is much better than being buried in the ground.

"Maybe stay in the capital, or maybe travel north and south. The rivers and lakes are so big, and the days should pass quickly. A remnant wind swept Jingmo's voice to the end of the vast twilight sky. She turned to Thirteen and asked, "What about you?" ”

"Keep going." Painting Thirteen's gaze fell firmly on the tombstone, and as soon as the real culprit fell from power, he could not turn back for a day.

Jingmo wanted to say something, but swallowed it back again, and just nodded lightly. In fact, what she asked was whether he would prefer her to go or stay. Now, she finally knew that every step he took into Beijing pointed to the Taifu Zhou in the art gallery, and when he rescued her from the fire, he must have seen her almost naked and embarrassed, and it was thanks to the person he hated the most, would he despise her in his heart? Or perhaps, he was indifferent to her at all? No matter if she stays in the capital or goes away, I'm afraid it won't hinder him from staying or going, yes, there is a woman in the palace that he will never forget, what is she, the pharmacist of Xinglin Valley, who has a deep grudge?

"Let's go, then." Jingmo's gaze crossed the thirteenth painting, wandering in the gradually gloomy and thick sky, as if he was not concerned, his back to the slanting sun, and he walked without looking back.

Painting 13 followed behind her, sniffing the wisps of medicinal fragrance left by the night breeze blowing beside her, and he remembered that the first time he went to Qinyuan to ask her to draw a birthmark, he followed her not far away, and the dark fragrance was also surging. A picture suddenly appeared in his mind, a hundred years later, a bad old man on crutches trembled and followed behind a fragrant old woman, walking through the smoke and rain of Pinghu, the mountains and rivers of the years.

In a blink of an eye, the two returned to Qinyuan. As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw the long spirit hanging upside down in the treetops turn over and fell in front of the painting thirteen, stopped them and said eagerly: "Thirteen less! The thirteenth sister-in-law's garden was smashed! ”

"What?" Painting Thirteen's heart tightened, and he couldn't care about Changling's sincere and sincere title of "Thirteen Sisters-in-law", and pushed the door in with Jingmo, and couldn't help but be shocked.

The garden was already a mess, the green and frosty trees in the garden were cut to pieces, the tables and chairs in the house were also lifted up and down, flower pots, teapots, bottles and cans, everything that could be smashed was smashed to pieces, and the house was messy and there was no place to foot.

"The destruction is so disorganized, it seems that they are not looking for something." Painting Thirteen turned his head and said to Jing Mo, who looked gloomy but not surprised.

"He should hate me to the bone, it's not enough for me to be buried in the fire, even my foothold must be completely destroyed." Jing Mo was carefree, her eyes swept sadly over the only place she had sheltered, and then she paced into her favorite room, the medicine room.

She looked at the bottles and cans on the shelves that were shattered, and leaned over to open the bottom drawer of the cabinet, where the bottles of medicine were still intact. Painting Thirteen followed her, looked around, watched her most cherished medicine room fall into ruins, and gently supported her shoulders, comforting and supporting, needless to say.

"This is for you." Jingmo took out a small bottle of brown potion and handed it to the puzzled Thirteen, and said with a smile, "At the moment, I can't choose whether to stay or not." This bottle of medicine is the same blood-fainting medicine you named 'Coca-Cola'. After I leave, I can use it in case of any emergency. ”

Hua Thirteen slowly took the medicine bottle, the expression on his face flickered, he watched Jingmo walk past him, and walked away from the door, his hand holding the medicine bottle became harder and harder, and the green tendons gradually burst out. Why didn't he want to keep her? But why did he keep her? He had already missed an appointment with a woman, and he didn't dare to seriously promise anything to the woman in front of him who occupied a lot of place in his heart.

Jingmo walked through the stone path, stepped out of the wooden door of Qinyuan with one foot, and finally heard a voice behind him:

"Stay."

He still said it. Jingmo slowly turned his head and asked as if asking, "Why."

The painting that has always been sharp and sharp, talking nonsense without blinking his eyes, suddenly stood up:

"Because ......"