The doors and windows were tightly closed, the fireplace was blazing, the earth was warm, and the whole room seemed to have been soaked in a thick black medicinal soup for a long time.

The sky outside the window was cloudy, and there were no electric lights in the room, only a few yellow and red gauze oil lamps, and the flames were sparse, like a wisp of imprisoned spirits.

Ping Yan looked around and saw that there were many pots of apricot blossoms placed around the house, it was clearly the ninth cold winter, but the apricot blossoms of the tree were well-pruned, but they were very lively, the flower branches were wanton, the goose yellow stamens, and the soft white. When I looked closely, I found that under the pot planted with apricot blossoms, a small stove was placed on fire.

The inkstone nodded at Ping Yan and slowly retreated.

Dong Changlin was lying on the couch resting on his side, motionless like a shell, and Ping Yan didn't want to wake him up. In fact, the wind and snow all the way almost numbed her nerves, at this time she really stood here, the warm air melted her cold limbs, she was like a frog in the winter, slowly waking up, ignorant and feeling the surrounding environment.

Only then did she realize that she was really facing Dong Changlin.

She thought about the words all the way, but she didn't know which one to open her mouth at this time.

He was a good man, but he was also an enemy.

"Inkstone, pour me a cup of tea."

Ping Yan listened to his instructions, didn't say much, poured a cup of tea, and slowly handed it to him.

He didn't look back, took it and poured it, and then stuffed the cup into her hand, the moment his fingertips touched, his body suddenly stiffened, time was like a sticky porridge boiling, in the boiling sound, his body and mind were like burning dry wood.

It was a long time before he slowly turned around, his eyes quietly shaking, and he moved from the pair of plain hands.

That familiar face migrated across the world, and he couldn't help but cry.

Ping Yan sat down and said, "I heard that you will return to Yiyuan City tomorrow, it is cold in winter and the road is long, so you have to wear thicker." ”

Dong Changlin was in a trance for a while before he came back to his senses from her face, and he smiled, his face was like a thin green mist, and it seemed to be about to fall apart in a small expression.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

In the atmosphere of this moment, Ping Yan seemed to have returned to that inseparable time, and the people called her young grandmother, and he loved her in every way.

She felt a little uncomfortable. People like her, no matter how they disguise themselves, are always cold-faced and warm-hearted, and they value love and righteousness. Dong Guosheng killed her family and was destroyed, and the entire Dong family should be her old enemy, but she just had a trace of compassion for Dong Changlin.

To tell the truth, she hated her indecision, but she didn't hate Dong Changlin, the days when she followed Dong Changlin, often dreamed of the days before the Xu Mansion, her parents were still there, and the years were still peaceful, and then she dreamed of the fire rolling, hissing, they were burned to ashes, became a ghost with broken bones, could not be reincarnated and could not be reincarnated, they all came to her, asking her why she didn't take revenge, why she was soft-hearted, why the woman's kindness.

She retracted her scattered thoughts and said, "The inkstone said that your body is getting worse and worse, did you not drink the medicine according to the prescription I prescribed before?" Can I check your pulse? ”

He stretched out his hand, and he saw through the silence of life and death, "If you want to diagnose, then diagnose, my own body, I myself until, I'm afraid I won't have a few years to live." ”

Ping Yan rested his pulse, pondered, and frowned.

"How did you get such a bad chill?" In fact, it is not only the wind and cold, but also a kind of poison that invades the muscles and veins of the lungs.

If I had not been afflicted by the cold, how would you be safe?

It's just that he's not going to talk about it. He looked at Ping Yan quietly, his eyes were like silk, as if he couldn't see enough, "It's nothing, it's just that I accidentally caught a cold." ”

Ping Yan asked tentatively, "Have you been cold and weak recently, and have you vomited black blood?" ”

Dong Changlin nodded, "You don't have to bother treating me anymore. In the past, I wanted to live well because I was by your side, and I was not willing to be so sick for the rest of my life. Now I know that there is no future between us, instead of letting me live as a walking corpse, it is better to die, clean up, and go to Huangquan to drink a bowl of Meng Po soup, my life will be over, and I will no longer have to suffer from love. ”

His words were brisk, but Ping Yan felt that he couldn't breathe, his eyes were sour, the tip of his nose was sour, and even his heart was sour.

In the months when she was hunting in Mulan Mountain, the black-robed man deliberately lured her to know about Shen Dashao's secret cooperation with Dong Guosheng, she was afraid that Shen Dashao would say that she approached Dong Changlin for revenge, so she ruthlessly put a few slow poisons in Dong Changlin's diet, but even if the poison attacked, it was not like this.

The poison on his body is really strange.

"You've been poisoned, and it's so strange that I can't see what it is."

Dong Changlin's expression was long, as if he remembered something, but he didn't see any complaint and jealousy, he only smiled bitterly: "Maybe it was from those kidnappers that day." I remember that the gang of bandits took me to a room, and then a man came in and poured me a bowl of soup, and I was masked so that I could not see his face, but I knew that it was an elegant man. Later, he said a lot of inexplicable things to me, probably someone who was once killed by my father. ”

Ping Yan already knew it and guessed that it was Bai Heng.

She didn't know what it was like, she just felt as if she was wearing a complicated robe and makeup that didn't distinguish her face, singing a play on the stage, and the joys and sorrows of the world were not her own, she was just a puppet, acting in an unbelievable but natural play, tossing and turning in the five-fingered mountain of fate.

God still gave her a chance to escape from grievances after all, she didn't have to do it herself, Dong Changlin would definitely die. It's good that he was relieved early, so that he didn't have to face the next catastrophe of the Dong family, which could be regarded as fate's last mercy on him.

"The apricot blossoms in this house are blooming so well, I still remember when I was injured and hospitalized, you sent a handful of budding apricot blossoms, and said that the flower branches soaked in water to accumulate strength overnight, and tomorrow the bones will bloom in the wind. I can listen to these words in my heart, why can't you, life is short, you must always live a brilliant life as much as possible, be happy, more important than anything else. ”

His gaze was fixed on the pot of almond blossom trees under the windowsill, and the branches were like snow, filling his eyes.

He smiled, and the flower branches also swayed, and fell on the ground.

"I know that Yuchen also sent apricot blossoms that day, but he sent the most vigorous branches, just like his people, uninhibited and wild, with a warm temperament. I am different from him, I am cowardly and timid, I have no ambitions, and I only know how to obey my father from childhood to adulthood. He turned his eyes to look at Ping Yan, his eyes were foggy, and he couldn't see the way back, "So much so that when I was a child, I lost the most important person, and then I finally got it back, but I still can't keep her." So to get to this point, it's all my own fault. ”

He covered Ping Yan's hand and shook it gently, as if to leave the temperature on her body.

"I envy Yuchen, and I have hated him, but I have to admit that he is many times better than me, at least he is a man who stands up to the sky. The most important thing is that you really love each other, and I am relieved to have him to take care of you and the children. ”

Speaking of the child, Ping Yan suddenly felt a sense of guilt, and she didn't dare to look at his gray but clear eyes without guilt.

She couldn't help but speak, "Actually, this kid ......"

He suddenly increased the force in his hand, and after the pinching of the heart at that moment, her five fingers were full of pain.

Dong Changlin let go of her hand, "You don't have to say it, I know, I know, I know everything from the beginning, if you don't say it, I can still pretend that I have a past with you, if you pierce this piece of paper, you won't give me half of your life." ”

It was Lin Lixue who had a skin-to-skin relationship with him in the bamboo house, and he didn't know why it was Ping Yan who fell asleep next to him after waking up. And that day, Ping Yan had an abrasion on her shoulder, and the injury looked like it was cut by an arrow, and the blood was fresh and had not yet clumped, so he could guess that she was persecuted and came in a hurry.

Later, when she became pregnant, he rightfully recognized the child in her womb. Until that day, when the snow began to clear...... At the end of the bluestone alley, he stood in the snow with the bowl of rice balls he bought, although he couldn't hear what they said, he could see her forbearance when she faced Shen Yuchen, and then he could be sure in his heart that the child in her womb was Shen Yuchen's.

But God still played a joke on him.

In the end, he took everything he had to survive.

Ping Yan was shocked. It turned out that he knew everything for a long time, he knew better than anyone else, but he pretended to be confused more than anyone else.

If he wasn't the son and grandson of the Dong family, would there be another situation between them.

"Chang Lin......" she called his name, and the rest of the words choked in her throat, and a few lines of cold tears crossed her face, and before she could smash it, he reached out and gently hooked it away.