"I'm sorry for you." Chen Shaowen said, raising his hand at Qiao'er on the side.

Qiao'er answered yes, stepped forward and put the medicine box in her hand on the case, and then took the letters and put them together in a delicate small bamboo basket next to the case.

The bamboo basket is painted with vermilion lacquer, and it is very finely woven, faintly exuding the fragrance of the bamboo mouth.

Liu Baoshan's family quietly looked up, and saw that there were still a few unopened letters in the small bamboo basket, and he immediately knew that this should be Chen Shao's special purpose for placing letters.

Speaking of which, before his disappearance, Chen Shao was already an official, and there were many old friends around him, as well as a few colleagues who got along well.

Since returning to Beijing, he has nothing to do in his daily life, but often corresponds to these old friends. Everyone is a reader, and this letter is also very elegant, sometimes it is just a note, or a poem, or a drawing, or even just two good sentences that are occasionally obtained, and they are also sent back and forth in this way, which makes these long years of illness less boring.

"Second master, there is still a list of small ones." Liu Baoshan said respectfully at this time, took out a page from his sleeve cage, and presented it with both hands: "The medicine sent by the Tai Hospital so far has been recorded here, please take a look at it." The second lady also sent a copy there. ”

Chen Shao took it and asked, "What about Madam?" ”

He asked Lee.

Liu Baoshan hurriedly said respectfully: "Back to the second master's words, the second lady went back to the house after explaining the matter, and the second lady said to Luo's mother in front of her that the second lady was tired and was asleep now." ”

"It's really hard for her." Chen Shao sighed, his expression a little depressed.

Liu Baoshan didn't dare to answer, stood silent for a while, and saw that he didn't have any more instructions, so he bent down and retreated silently.

Seeing this, Qiao'er also quietly followed out, and Chen Shao was the only one left in the room.

He sat quietly for a moment, then got up and stepped forward, picked up the medicine box on the table, and commanded the boy outside the house: "I want to rest now, you guard the door outside." ”

The boy slammed the door shut the door from the outside, and then turned back and stood under the porch.

Chen Shao is quiet and often sleepy, it is common to sleep in the middle of the day, and children have long been used to it.

Chen Shao didn't say anything more, turned around and went to the sustenance.

The walls were snow-white, and there was neither a hanging harp nor a sword on the wall. Except for a vermilion lacquer couch, the furniture in the room is minimalist, but there is only a chair and a case, all of which are displayed under the window. Only at this time, the window was tightly closed, and there was a bronze beast squatting in the corner of the house, exuding a hint of coolness, and the room was quiet.

This small room is now Chen Shao's bedroom.

He stepped forward unhurriedly, unhurriedly lowering the curtains on both sides, and unhurriedly burrowing into the tent.

During this whole process, he seemed to have forgotten that he still had the medicine box in his hand, and took it into the tent himself.

When the tent closed slowly and finally found himself in this relatively quiet small space, Chen Shao's movements suddenly became urgent.

He laid the cartridge flat on the couch, and almost hurriedly tore open the seal on it, and lifted the lid with one hand.

In an instant, the things in the box were already in full view.

The inside of the medicine box was divided into two rows, each row of ten grids, a total of twenty grids, all of which were lined with red flannel, and each box contained a pill the size of a dragon's eye, and the white wax on the outside was very evenly wrapped, which was very delicate.

Chen Shao didn't bother with the pills, but rummaged through the lid of the box first.

The reverse side of the lid was also lined with a large red flannel cloth, and a line was cut in the center of the cloth, and a small envelope was inserted in it, with the words "Dosage and Usage of Guzhen Da Tonic Pills" written on it.

This is a doctor's order that comes with every pill that is sent, and this time is no exception.

Looking at the envelope, Chen Shao's breathing suddenly became rapid, his nose couldn't help moving, two flushes appeared on his cheeks, and his body was trembling unconsciously.

Shaking his fingers to pick up the envelope, pull out the letterhead, and then quickly scan the contents of the note, Chen Shao's eyes instantly lit up terrifyingly.

Throwing the letterhead on the couch, he took the medicine box and tried his best to hold back the restlessness in his heart, carefully counting the pills one by one.

First, in the first row, from left to right, a total of nine counts, his slender fingers dotted on the medicine grid, and then used it as a benchmark, moved it directly down, and then counted back three medicine grids in order from right to left.

Then, he picked up the pill in this compartment and crushed the sealing wax vigorously.

"Click", there was a soft sound, and a small note folded into a roll rolled out of the white wax.

Chen Shao seemed to be a little incredulous, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, opened his eyes wide again to look at the scroll, and even cautiously reached out and touched it.

The scroll rolled a few times with his movements, and then he seemed to finally believe it, and his face instantly welled up with ecstasy, trembling as he picked up the note and slowly unfolded it.

"Don't look for Zhou, don't read it again, and be safe."

On the note, only these few numbers were written.

The scribbled handwriting, the font slanted in one direction, as if it had been written in a hurry, and the notes seemed to have been temporarily torn from something, with uneven edges.

Chen Shao looked at the note stupidly, stretched out his hand suddenly, his slender fingers shook tremblingly, and slowly stroked every word and stroke on it, with a pious expression, as if a believer worshipping the greatest god in his heart.

I rubbed the note silently, for a long, long time.

Until finally, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

He closed his eyes and let the cold tears flow down his cheeks, and the corners of his mouth slowly pulled to the sides, pulling out a very sad smile.

"September...... The third year of junior high school......" he muttered, his voice was extremely soft, and the desolate smile seemed to spread out in this voice, wetting his eyes: "So you ...... Do you remember......"

His brows were tightly knit, and the expression on his face was a little crazy, a little sweet, and a little bitter, and in the end, it finally ended up in endless despair.

He slowly opened his eyes, did not wipe the tears on his face, only held up the note and carefully pasted it on his forehead, and then took it away, carefully and repeatedly looking at the words on it, as if to engrave every bit of ink and every fiber deeply into his heart.

After a long time, he finally closed his eyes with infinite nostalgia, put the note in his mouth with a farewell look, chewed it carefully for a long time, and then swallowed it.

At that moment, his whole face exuded a glow of happiness, as if he was tasting the most wonderful delicacy in the world, but two lines of tears slipped down the corners of his eyes again.

The ice chisels in the corners of the house emitted white smoke, wisps of smoke, and dispersed into the silent hut.

The summer breeze swept through the closed window sash and closed the closed door. The vine swayed lightly in the wind, the fragrance of the flowers was thin, and the shadows of the leaves were heavy, locking the heart of the courtyard......