It's a long story: "Song Yuxuan wiped away her tears and didn't have time to be sad." Thinking that Xie Di was still lingering in the ghost gate, he knelt down and asked: "Jinnian, please follow Song Yusui to see Xie Cairen first!"

Shen Weixian pondered and hesitated for a while, then nodded immediately, and Song Yusui took him quietly to Lijingtang, and along the way, Song Yusui hurriedly traced the approximate symptoms.

Lijingtang was originally few and many, and carefully avoided the two palace maids who told jokes all the way, and it was smooth sailing. On the way, Song Yuxuan suddenly remembered her good friend, Xie Yu, and she said, "Have you ever eaten Nian Nu?" Shen Wei's face changed when he saw Xie Di: "Why are you so stupid?" She said, "Song Yuxuan doesn't know." "You know what?" Shen Weizhi looked at her and asked. Song Yuqiu fidgeted and hesitated, and kept the medicine box open and closed. Only Shen Weizhi was still calmly taking Xie Di's pulse.

After a long time, he still had a serious face, and Song Yuqiu's heart sank to the bottom in a trance, but he was afraid of disturbing. Shen Wei is one of the patients that Song Yuqiu has known for the longest time and has the closest contact with Song Yuqiu. On that day, he went to the Tai Hospital to see a doctor. As soon as she entered the ward, she stared at Song Yuqiu tightly, with a hint of expectation and worry in her eyes. Shen Weizhi took the medicine pillow back, quickly wrote out the prescription, and said, "There are still some treatments, give her a few injections!" You should hurry up to the pharmacy according to the prescription! ”

Song Yuxuan immediately grabbed the medicine according to the list, and after frying it, he sent it to Lijingtang while it was hot, and Nian Nu waited for Xie Di to take the medicine, and then left with Shen Weizhi uneasily. In the afternoon of the next day, Xie Wei collapsed in bed due to hemorrhagic shock, and the doctor diagnosed it as hemorrhagic shock. Song Yuxuan hurriedly sent her to the hospital for emergency treatment, and gave her a large amount of saline and glucose and other drugs. After a few days, Shen Wei's illness avoided everyone's eyes and ears into Lijingtang, Xie Di's hemoptysis finally disappeared, and the pulse returned to tranquility.

Song Yuqiu choked up in her throat after speaking, for the sake of the court's cold feelings, Xie Di almost passed away quietly, and for Shen Wei's illness, he took risks to save people regardless of gains and losses, and even served as the internal pharmacy, which really made Song Yuqiu feel emotional, and couldn't help but shed tears again, saying: "I'm annoyed with the master!" ”

Shen Weizhi handed over a blue-gray silk silk and said to Song Yuxuan: "You must have been tired and tired these days, go back and sleep well first!" ”

Song Yusui bowed his head lightly, wiped his tears with a silk silk, his smile was soft, his eyebrows and eyes were as pure as if they were immersed in the moonlight in the mountains, no matter how hard and tired he was, he seemed to be able to forget, and smoothed Song Yuqiu's temples and said: "Your Ruyi bun has been combed well!" ”

Did he finally discover Song Yuqiu's humble idea of combing her wishful bun every day? What does he think about this? His hand moved gently between Song Yuqiu's fingers. His face trembled slightly, as if he was stuck in something. Song Yuxuan's heart also trembled with his fingers. His gaze flickered in front of Song Yuxuan. His hands were overlapping at a loss, and he could no longer face the eyes of the people in front of him, and he could hear the pounding of his heart.

Shen Weizhi casually folded a flower column thousand leaves and white chrysanthemum hairpin, inserted it on Song Yu's bun and said: "Young aunt, don't always comb out a wishful bun, it's monotonous, but you can comb it with other medicine girls when you learn it, and the wishful bun will be outdated after all!" ”

Song Yuxuan nodded vaguely in response, and suddenly made a mess, her nails grabbed her palms hard, and said to herself, the reality at this moment is not a dream, it is a happiness at your fingertips.

Song Yuxuan dizzy and entered the internal pharmacy and drank a few glasses of cold water, which calmed down his emotions. "Josh? Are you here to treat Song Yuxuan? As soon as Song Yuxuan opened her mouth, she heard her voice: "Josh! Song Yuxuan subconsciously looked behind her. Josh! Josh! Coldly, Josh grabbed his arm again from behind, and said with a twinkle in his eyes: "I saw it completely when I just arrived in the flower garden." ”

"Song Yuxuan has nothing to say." Josh smiled and said to Song Yuxuan, "Don't you know? Josh is also a good friend of Song Yuqiu, he comes to play with Song Yuqiu every day, and Song Yuqiu thinks that he must have a lot to say. Song Yuqiu's face was calm, and he secretly said that he was unlucky, and it was better to let Shen Siyao meet him than to let Josh, a boring man, take a fancy to him.

"Do you have anything to hide from yourselves? Do you have to find a medicine to pick out next? Josh didn't spare Song Yuxuan lightly: "It should be Lord Shen who spoke." ”

Song Yuxuan stretched out his hand and strangled her cheek fiercely: "Let you be skinny and bone-in-cheek, and the shadow will speak!" ”

Josh was in pain, hurriedly begged, left Song Yu three feet away, stroked his cheek and said, "If there is nothing, what is it for you to consume it like this with Doctor Shen, you don't want to get a good result." ”

Song Yusui was stunned for no reason, this is the question that Song Yusui has asked countless times in her heart, what kind of thing are Song Yusui and him? What made him so obsessed with Song Yuxuan? What kind of people does he really like? Why is he so attractive to Song Yuqiu? What was Song Yuxuan thinking in her heart? What kind of attitude does he have towards Song Yuqiu? In his heart, what is Song Yuqiu?

"Doctor Shen's book you have been hiding for so many days, and you can't hide it for a lifetime," Josh casually took the book "A Thousand Golden Prescriptions" off the table, and said sympathetically with a joking look: "If you really have something hard to say, it is better to send him a note, what you should say, what you think, all written on the page, if he has no intention, he has not seen the bento, and he has not hurt his face."

Josh's words instantly opened a door for Song Yuqiu, so it doesn't hurt to work so hard?

That night, I sat at the table with my arms crossed, thinking carefully about what Josh had said. Song Yuxuan thought, what is Josh writing about? What kind of person is he? Song Yuxuan's heart gradually sank. Song Yuxuan remembered his name, his name was Shen Weixian, a very common name. The spacious and bright table only spreads out the book "A Thousand Golden Fangs" that was quietly ignored by Song Yuxuan. It has been carefully read three times from beginning to end, and has found a trace of itself in Mr. Shen Weiai's calligraphy.

However, ask yourself, are you really willing to hold a handful of books and stay nostalgic for a lifetime? Because, Song Yuxuan is a person who loves to read, and he used to be a person who loves to read. Instead of silently regretting it, it is better to bet.

Song Yuqiu found a pile of white paper and used a paperweight to repeatedly smooth out the folds on the paper. On this crumpled piece of paper, what is Song Yuqiu writing? Song Yuqiu was thinking: Is it written that Song Yuqiu envisions her future life? Is it written with the dreams and yearnings in Song Yuqiu's heart? Thinking about the things that should be written on the paper, the poems I had read swam across the paper one by one, but when I picked up the pen, they were all turned into drops of thick ink dipped in the book.

The moon was sinking in the west, and there was still no clue in my heart, and I was crumpled with waste paper all over the ground like a withered pear blossom, shaking my head slightly, trying to drive the messy thoughts away from my brain.

The beautiful lovesick sentences that I read in the past can't be used at all. I only felt that it was a distant sadness and emptiness; It felt so lonely and lonely; It was an inexplicable sadness and helplessness. It's as if it's all a memory of yesterday. And my own thinking seems to have been swallowed up by lovesickness, not like the few witty words that the words are forced by people to leave sorrow and hate.

Since ancient times, there have been talented people who write words to ask for beautiful women, and the beautiful women are hurt by the talents, at most, they are only Concubine Mi's recommended pillow and Han Shou's stealing incense. However, literati also have their own feelings and hearts, which requires writing some love poems to confide. Isn't Fengyue Yashi a word created by a woman racking her brains?

Annoyed, he dropped his pen, and all the blame was on not understanding Song Yuqiu's thoughts, or he was too lazy to come over to understand Song Yuqiu.

The mountains have trees, and the trees have branches.

The morning light was faint, and a little brilliance leaked through the paper lattice window, and only then did he write half of the "Yue Ren Song" into the book, and the daughters of Yue Di wanted to sing "Yue Ren Song", and no one in Yue Zhou did not know the profound meaning of this word, if he had a fate, he could understand.

The black and white colors on the paper silk are dazzling, and the author paints three or two branches of newborn tender lotus, which happens to be the new makeup work of the Yue girl, and the first time I saw the shy appearance of the king of Chu Sun on the bank of the Yuexi River.

Song Yuxuan shook her fingers, sandwiched the notebook in Shen Wei's "Thousand Golden Prescriptions", as if it was the most precious treasure in this life, carefully tossed the curly footer of the book so that she lay flat on the bed, and fell asleep peacefully.

The Chiba white chrysanthemum on the dressing table is slowly withering under the sun.

On a certain year, month, day, he gave Song Yuqiu a white chrysanthemum under the porch, but Song Yuqiu wrote a note for him all night.

How many years later, if you think about that year, the chrysanthemum, white symbolizes the eternal sleep of the deceased soul, so did it bury Song Yusui and his hazy affection, Song Yusui wrote it is not an elegy.

Xie Di's condition improved, and Shen Wei's illness told him that the author's initial rough diagnosis was not ideal. Lung disease is the result of the combined effect of external causes and internal senses, and the external causes of the disease are all the efforts made by Xie to treat her after her father died of illness when she was 14 years old, and the internal cause is the relationship between Song Yuxuan and Pei Shang. Xie Di has been ill for more than half a year, and Song Yusui has been observing the changes in his condition, but he has never found any clues. Song Yuxuan thought that this was probably what he was thinking. blindly and violently attacked the external causes, and Xie Di's weak body like autumn leaves was completely overwhelmed by Song Yuxuan.

Shen Weizhi explained Song Yuqiu's homework to Song Yuqiu, and Song Yuxuan returned the book of "A Thousand Golden Fang" to him with anxiety. "Is this your last?" Shen Weizhi smiled and asked, "How can this be?" Song Yuxuan hasn't finished reading it yet!" Would you like to take a look? It would be nice if I could!" Song Yuxuan said. He didn't thank him very much, he didn't even open the book, and after a while, he began to check whether Song Yusui had memorized the recipe he wanted, for fear that Song Yusui would be lazy.

For that note, my heart was tight and afraid, and the prescription that had rotted in my heart was the wrong amount, Shen Weizhi couldn't help but knock on his forehead with the book and said: "This prescription for blood collapse should use 7 black plums, not 7 taels of black plums, otherwise the good teeth will be soured by that plum." ”