A certain acupuncture point on her body was suddenly unsealed, and Ping Yan only felt that countless slender nails like nails all over her body suddenly gushed out a vein of blood, sticky and unbridled. The pain was like a tossing and turning tide, wrapping her tightly from head to toe. She felt dizzy, the world was spinning, and the light of the world at the end of her eyes drifted endlessly with her consciousness, until she couldn't reach out of her five fingers.

St. Mary's Church Hospital.

Outside the shutters, I saw the light outside all over the sky, the neon glow was dyed, and the sunlight broke in one by one, dividing the snow-white hospital bed into wisps of gold. The person on the bed opened his eyes vaguely, and subconsciously used his hand to block the light on his face.

Xu Wanqing sent Dongxia to serve, and she can be said to have taken care of her meticulously in the past two days, and she has not slept endlessly. She was arranging flowers and storing water on the table next to her, and when she heard the slight movement on the hospital bed, she turned her head to meet the slightly confused eyes. She was overjoyed, leaned down and asked softly, "Miss, you're awake, I'll call the doctor." And he ran out of the door.

After a while, a high-nosed and blue-eyed Western doctor came in with two Chinese female nurses, did a series of tedious and tedious examinations, inquired about Dongxia's patient situation in the past two days, and prepared precautions, which were recorded one by one.

Ping Yan looked at the doctors and nurses rushing out, and asked in a weak voice: "Is it the morning sun or the sunset outside?" ”

Dongxia went over and pulled up the window halfway, "It's already evening, and the young lady has been asleep for two days and two nights." ”

The light of the day is getting late, paving the glow for thousands of miles, like the brocade satin of thick ink and heavy colors, a round of red sun is embellished in the sky, will not fall, the painting is beautiful, sometimes there are groups of people flying away, like a drop of ink dots.

She also looked at the two glass-mouthed bottles on the long table in front of the window, and saw a handful of budding apricot blossoms inserted in the bottle on the left, and the apricot blossoms in the bottle on the right, but the branches were full of snow and the petals were stretched.

Dongxia said with a smile on the bottle on the right: "This bouquet of apricot blossoms was sent by the second young master in the morning, he said that there are flowers that can be broken and must be broken, because of the decadence of the winter, there is now a moment of blooming flowers, which is worth celebrating." ”

She pointed to another one and said, "This is sent by Young Master Changlin in the afternoon, saying that the pear blossoms that are stained with dew in the early morning are the most soft and moving, and this flower bone has accumulated strength in the water for a night, and it will definitely bloom in the wind tomorrow morning." She brought the cup over, sat on the edge of the bed and took a small spoon of water to feed Ping Yan, with a look of hard thought and meditation, "I looked at the expressions of the second young master and the young master Dong when they spoke, and they seemed to have some deep meaning, but I couldn't guess stupidly." In short, they are all caring people, and they are very caring to Miss. ”

The clear water moistened into the chapped lips, like a wisp of juan, seeping down the throat into the heart. Every inch of skin on her body still can't tolerate the pain, but there is a warmth rising in her heart. Of course, she knew what they meant, whether it was blooming brilliantly or when she was in bloom, she had finally survived the dark time and gained a new life. The apricot blossom is just like her, after the heavy ice and snow, the flower branches are built.

Inside a villa in the countryside. Shen Yuchen stood on the terrace, holding the fence with both hands, his body bent slightly, looking at the half-round sunset in the green forest and mountains, until it drooped little by little, pulling down the starry night.

The night wind blew lightly, blowing him cold all over his body, like a needle on his back. His gaze was cast to the far end of the forest, and there was no focus on the dispersion, as if this would make his frightened heart less perceptive and imaginative.

The doctor's words were still in his ears, and he was like a magic sound, and he slammed hard.

Ochre red robe, these three words only come from the mouth of the storyteller when he was a teenager, it is said that it is the means of punishing Liwei by the concubines of the old court, beating the whole body with a wooden stick full of iron needles, and slowly grinding with unhurried strength until the person is tortured to death, and the blood is all over the clothes. He didn't expect Gao Yuan's revenge to secretly bribe the warden to use such a tragic lynching. He couldn't imagine how she endured the sharp iron needles of fangs silently in the dark and damp night of the patrol room, and the next day she was busy with diagnosis and treatment.

He was so afraid to face her, but he was like crazy, his soul was about to break through his body, and he didn't want to float to her all the time, hold her tight, and bear all the suffering she had endured.

"Dongxia, is there water? Can you pour me a glass of water? Ping Yan closed her eyes since the evening, tossing and turning, feeling that it was dark, and she didn't know whether she was asleep or not, but she felt that her mouth was dry and her head was swollen and painful.

Vaguely, someone seemed to gently hold it around his neck, put the corner of the cup to his lips, and carefully poured a thin stream. There was a faint fragrance in the water, sweet and slippery, and it spread on the tip of her tongue full of bitterness, like the white fungus and red date soup that her mother often made when she was a child.

She opened her eyes and saw a figure sitting at the head of the bed, tall and big, and she couldn't really see it, "Dongxia, go to sleep, don't look at me." ”

The figure remained motionless, and it seemed to take a long time before he leaned down and touched her hair. His fingers were rough and thick, like the cracked texture of the bark of a tree that had been exposed to the wind and sun for many years, and they passed next to her cheeks, and the obvious susceptible touch made her eyes widen immediately, and a face appeared outside the gradually clear eyes, and the muscles and bones of the eyebrows and eyes seemed to be pulled out of the thick fog, and they hit her eyes impartially.

"Big or Young?" Her voice whispered almost inaudibly, and her mind immediately settled, "When did you come, Dongxia?" ”

He put the cup he was holding in his hand into the lacquered wood gold flower food box on the side, looked at her pale face, and said, "It's been here a long time ago, seeing that you sleep well, I didn't bother you." It was late at night, so I let Dongxia go to rest first. ”

There was no light in the room, and the round of moon disks outside the window hung brightly on the dark blue sky, the light was complete, the moonlight dissolved, covering the vast wilderness, like a layer of dazzling snow, reflecting the room is also bright and warm.

He sat upright on the edge of the bed, dressed in civilian clothes, with deep eyebrows, as if he had no intention of getting up.

Ping Yan actually had nothing to say to him, taking care of her own complicated affairs, looking at each other, silent for a long time. She gradually looked away from the pear blossom on the windowsill, and saw that the white petals seemed to blend with the moonlight.

"I'm going to leave for Changzhou tomorrow, you're so weak, just stay here and recuperate for a few days." As for whether the second brother will go back or not, it depends on his own intentions, and I guess he is not willing to go with him. By the way, Dongxia will stay here and serve your food and daily life. He seemed to be gossiping, Ping Yan was about to open his mouth to refuse when he heard the last sentence, but before the word came out, he was interrupted by his preemptive attack, "Dongxia stayed, it was my wife's meaning, she has always been kind-hearted, don't brush off her kindness." ”

She curled up on the bed and said no more. The sound of insects and birds is quiet, the falling flowers pierce the wind, and there seems to be an infinitely expanding silence around them. The full moonlight swept on her face, making her look not as cold and cold as usual, but a little more weak and pitiful. Her long hair was like satin, covered with silver light, and it was wrapped around the back of her snow-white ears and neck at will, and it was such a beautiful picture.

Shen Dashao couldn't help but bend his lips, and there was a rare temperature in his voice, "Let's put aside the things in your heart first, wait for the opportunity, and then make a move." The most important thing now is to take care of your body, you hold the line of Dong Changlin, stay in the green mountains, and you are not afraid of no firewood. ”

When he said this, he always maintained the wisdom and compassion of an outsider, as if he was comforting a lost person like her who had encountered ups and downs on his journey, but he didn't know that today's storm came from his indifference.

Ping Yan only felt sarcastic and frustrated, they were originally a cooperative relationship of mutual support, but his silent design and arrangement at the birthday banquet really became a chess piece in his hand that could explore the way and block the disaster.

She smiled faintly, and the bottom of her eyes seemed to be covered with frost, bubbling with cold air, "There are a few truths and falsehoods in Dashao's words, and I can't tell them apart more and more." ”

"You rightly blame me." He straightened up, his voice was detached and indifferent, his broad back covered a piece of light, and only a dark shadow cast on Ping Yan's body, covering her in the dark.

"I don't blame you." Ping Yan stared at his unsightly face without fear, and hooked her lips coldly, "If it hadn't been for the timely arrival of Da Shao that night, I'm afraid I would have become a lonely ghost in the torture patrol room." ”

"Where is resentment? You and I just take what we need, since you saved me, you still want to get greater profits from me, and I am the same, if I do anything harmful to you for your own purposes like you did back then, you can't complain about me. ”

Shen Dashao looked at her condescendingly and spit out such hard words, and the moonlight hit her face like a layer of sharp and terrifying ice. He laughed softly, as if acquiescing in agreement, and like a sarcasm for her incompetence, "If there really is a day, don't talk about any resentment, I will definitely kill you with my own hands." If I am soft-hearted, I will keep it and torture you slowly, in short, you can't turn out my palm. ”

He turned outward, and with a turn, the moonlight was misaligned, and the tip of his shoes refracted a faint glow, like the deep, boundless darkness in his eyes. Ping Yan stared at his back and disappeared into the doorway, secretly clenching her fists.

As soon as Shen Yuchen turned around from the back door of the hospital, he saw Shen Da Shao's figure condensed into a point at the end of the boulevard. He paused, looking at his back as he faded around the corner, and then at the window hidden among the flowers and leaves.

Why did the eldest brother come to visit her in the hospital in the dead of night? So sneaky, unsightly? Thinking of the events at the banquet, he hurried to the window in a bit of a panic, for fear that his eldest brother would be unfavorable to her. It wasn't until I caught a glimpse of her sideways reflected in the moonlight that I swallowed a heart back into my stomach.

He tiptoed to a stop by the window, which was ajar, and a few apricot blossoms in a vase peeked out of the window, dotting the white stamens and spitting incense. He stretched out his hand to catch a falling petal, and saw that the pure white was lying flat in the palm of his hand, and the end of the flower handle spread with light red lines like fingerprints.

I don't know why, since he saw a tree of apricot blossoms on the street that day, he felt that the apricot blossoms were the most suitable for her, looking cold as snow, but in fact sincere and warm.