The young man was driving in the dark night, and he vaguely saw a white figure in the distance, Yan'er thought for a moment that he had drunk too much and spent his eyes, and was scared into a cold sweat, and immediately reined in his horse, and then found that it was the shape of the drunken fairy building.

The boy jumped out of the carriage and asked, "Why is the smoke-boy here?" The boy's mind was full of questions, was he chasing himself out? How can you do it faster than a horse-drawn carriage?

Bai Sui, who was standing in the moonlight, was dressed in white, his body was cold, and his face had a hint of anxiety, and he was like two people in the Drunken Immortal Building.

Bai Sui bent a pair of eyes and showed his signature smile, as if it was an illusion just now, Yan'er felt that she might have really drunk too much......

"I just embarrassed my little brother, I'm really sorry."

Yan'er arched her hand and said: "Yan'er knows that in fact, everything that the smoke-bearer did was to help the smoke-containing girl out of the siege, and Yan'er thanked the smoke-forming boy." ”

Bai Sui was taken aback, he didn't expect this young boy to see his intentions just now.

"Childe didn't come here to apologize, did he?"

When talking to smart people, you don't have to beat around the bush. Bai Sui said: "Just now the little brother cracked my tune, I don't know how to do it? ”

"The shape of the smoke boy starts in the key of the sign, but in the second section of the added variation, the change of the place of the piano sound is euphemistic and sad, there is no disobedience, but once it is harmonized, it will become abrupt here, the solution is very simple, as long as it corresponds to the use of variation."

The young man unconsciously glanced at the carriage, but this action was seen by Bai Sui. He put away his smile and showed a sly gaze: "Could it be that there is a master to guide him?" ”

…… The man in the carriage subconsciously clenched his hands.

The boy hesitated for a moment, then said resolutely. "It was Yan'er who heard it herself."

Bai Sui pointed to the carriage with a folding fan and asked bluntly: "I don't know who is in the carriage, I don't know if I can pay a visit?" ”

"Ahem, ahem......" A violent coughing sound came from inside the carriage.

Bai Sui's figure swayed and he had already arrived in front of the carriage, which really surprised Yan'er. Seeing that Bai Sui was about to open the curtain, the young man wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

"Stop." There was a muffled voice in the carriage, and Bai Sui's hand stopped in front of the curtain.

"I have leprosy under you, and my son cherishes it." The voice is low, but irresistible.

Yan'er hurriedly walked over and blocked between the curtain and the smoke, and said politely: "Childe, it is my patient in the carriage, this person suffers from leprosy, Childe still don't look good." Yan'er met the eyes of the person in front of her, but for a moment, it turned from full of anticipation to disappointed eyes.

Xingyan took a few steps back and arched his hand: "It's Xingyan who is offended." ”

It wasn't until Bai Sui walked away that there was a rapid coughing sound in the carriage, and the young man immediately got into the carriage, "Master! Did you have another seizure? ”

"Gone far?" Doctor Xie grabbed the little apprentice's hand and asked.

"Far away!" The man then relieved his strength and leaned limply on the cushion.

The young man hurriedly took out the porcelain medicine bottle from the master's body, poured out two pills, and brought them to the master's mouth, and the coughing sound gradually stopped intermittently.

Half a year later, Bai Sui regretted it more than once, if the curtain had been lifted that night, maybe things would have changed.

The grass house had been covered with a thick layer of snow, and the young man helped the master into the house, laid a soft cushion on the top and helped the master lie down, and found firewood to make a stove.

Suddenly, a snow-white cat jumped out of the corner, lazily "meowed", and lay on the stove.

"Suisui!" The young man scolded, picked up the bamboo pole at hand, hunched his back angrily, and jumped into the arms of the man on the couch, meowing, as if accusing the young man of evil deeds.

The man's face gradually softened. He gently stroked the cat's fur, and the comforted years found a good posture for the owner to smooth his hair.

The boy has long been accustomed to it, and only he knows that the master with an odd temper in the eyes of others is actually just a cat slave at home.

The boy walked behind the master and gently untied the black veil that blindfolded the master. I saw a black vein snaking across the man's face. The boy was so frightened that he couldn't help but take a step back, and then his eyes turned red.

Doctor Xie closed his eyes and said lightly, "Has it spread to your face?" ”

The boy wiped a handful of tears and snorted, "Hmm." ”

The man beckoned the boy to sit on his side, and reluctantly moved the boy to the ground.

The man touched the boy's head and said, "Why is Yan'er still crying like a child?" ”

The young man knelt in front of the collapse and wept silently: "The apprentice has never understood why you would sacrifice your life to save an unrelated person, is it really worth it?" You can save more people if you are alive......"

The boy lowered his head after speaking, he thought that the master would reprimand him, reprimanding him for not having the heart of a doctor's parents. However, Doctor Xie did not answer him immediately, and said after a while, "I don't know either. ”

The boy looked up at the master in surprise.

Doctor Xie continued: "If the girl with smoke is poisoned, will you sacrifice your life to save her? The boy blurted out, "Yes!" ”

Doctor Xie was silent, and the young man suddenly understood something.

"Since Master is nostalgic, why don't you tell him?"

"I don't want him to add to his troubles......"

There are always things in life that cannot be explained by words and logic, and maybe this is fate. The man rubbed a small wooden sign in his hand that had been smoothed out and whispered.