Sang Lu looked up at the sunset in the west, which was faintly fading the pink halo and pouring out a piece of glow before it dispersed.

She looked at the air and said silently, "The so-called hundred years of goodness is like the lotus flower and the winged birds flying, have you ever heard of it?"

The words fell, his eyes were misty and rainy, and he pooled a bay of slightly turbulent lake water, quietly waiting for the little uncle's answer.

Bing Ruohan looked at her strangely, and then at the sky strangely, not knowing what it meant.

Sang Lu saw that he was not impressed when he heard this, and sighed slightly, the past has passed for thousands of years, it is like a long dream, even if it is a dream, has he also forgotten to dream of himself?

Sang Lu was confused for a moment, looked at the sky getting dark, and said, "Uncle Xiao is tired today, let's rest early." ”

Bing Ruohan nodded.

After Sang Lu left Zelan Xiaozhu, Bing Ruohan looked at the sky again, and saw that the dark blue sky was getting darker and darker.

Night after night, Xiao Jiu has always been careless, I don't know if the palm that was burned today is better?

Under the starlight and moonlight, the white-clothed young man stood in front of the bamboo door of the orchid room, and his two fingers bent slightly towards the green bamboo door and gently buckled twice.

Smelling a "squeak", the bamboo door opened, Xiao Jiu saw him, and said, "What are you doing here?" and turned away angrily.

Bing Ruohan's face was pale, and now she neglected to discipline her, which made her more and more impolite, and even saved a "little uncle" when she met, and she also ate a powder keg and had a lot of temperament.

Bing Ruohan came in with her heels, and saw her sitting in front of the coffee table, holding her head in one hand and the cup of self-brewed cherry blossoms in the other.

After drinking a cup and pouring another full cup, the "bang bang bang" tea table rang three times in a row, one louder than the other.

Bing Ruohan sat down in front of the bookcase opposite the coffee table and said to her:

"Xiao Jiu, come here. ”

She wrung her eyebrows and drank wildly when he wasn't there.

Bing Ruohan saw that she didn't eat this, and his face turned cold: "Come and sit down!" There was a bit of sternness in his voice.

Jiu Mu suddenly heard that the tone was not good, and then turned the dock, thinking: If you are angry, you should also pay attention to proportion, and if you throw your face with him, he is afraid that he will not condone himself to mess around.

The one who knows the real thing is Junjie, let it pass in the past, what's the big deal.

So, she reluctantly walked over, grabbed a futon and threw it on the ground, and sat casually next to him with her legs crossed.

Bing Ruohan looked her up and down, looking like she was sitting in a bad posture, and said, "Sit upright." ”

She shifted her ass and coped hastily.

Bing Ruohan gently opened the small medicine box, took out a small bottle of ointment from it, took a small wooden skewer, opened the medicine bottle, glued some ointment with the wooden skewer, and said to Xiao Jiu:

"Reach out. ”

Xiao Jiu lowered his eyes and glanced at Bing Ruohan, and scolded in his heart: The cat cries and the mouse is fake compassion.

Then he looked unappreciative, and said in pieces:

"It's good that you care about your Yuhe, my hands don't need you to worry about it. ”

After hearing this, Bing Ruohan's cold face froze and was stunned for a moment, and after a while, a trace of bitterness floated through him like eating Coptis chinensis, grabbed the injured hand, and said four words:

"Stubborn. ”

After speaking, he grabbed the white skin and bloodshot palm and gently smeared it.

The hand that he held hard in the palm of his hand wanted to pump back, and he struggled a little to no avail, so he also went, anyway, the "barefoot doctor" sent to the door did not need to be in vain.

Suddenly, Jiu Mu felt a cold and pleasant touch spread from the palm of his hand, instantly covering up the burning sensation after being burned, but it was also very comfortable.

Looking at the way he lowered his eyes and gently rubbed the medicine for himself, there was a kind of cold gentleness that people couldn't resist.

For the sake of his conscience, the anger in Jiumu Yunxiang's heart disappeared inexplicably.

Remembering the sentence he had just said about himself, "stubborn", Jiumu felt that this sentence was more appropriate for him than for himself, so he said:

"I think it's right that the stubborn person is Uncle Xiao. ”

Bing Ruohan glanced up at her and didn't bother with her.

Seeing that Uncle Xiao was silent, Jiumu was a little bit inched, his mouth was like a faucet to open the floodgate, and he poured out all the grievances in his stomach, and said:

"I spent most of the day making the perfect tonic soup for you, and when I came back, I was broken by Yuhe's palm, you don't ask the reason, forget it, and help Yuhe talk everywhere. ”

"Uncle Xiao, I don't understand, what's so good about Yuhe, why did you keep her?"

Although Bing Ruohan lowered her head and took the medicine carefully, she let her say without answering.

"That Yuhe, with bad conduct, is not a serious woman at first glance, why is Uncle Xiao so close to her?"

"Could it be that Uncle Xiao really fell in love with Yuhe?"

"Uncle Junior, you have something to say. ”

Bing Ruohan grabbed her hand with the white gauze and wrapped it in circles, still not answering, Jiumu Yunxiang was in a hurry, and blurted out:

"Uncle Junior, are you dumb, how can you step on two ...... at the same time?"

The word "boat" didn't dare to say it, thinking that the words were all on this, the meaning was so obvious, he had to show one or two no matter what.

Clinker, he is still like the stone statue that has stood for thousands of years, thunder can't move, just take the white gauze in his hand.

Jiumu raised his eyebrows anxiously: "Uncle Junior, can't you learn from the prodigal son who ascended to the top of the day, don't you count what you have done to me?"

Bing Ruohan raised his head slightly, looking dazed: "What have I done to you?"

"Huh?"

Jiumu Yunxiang was stunned for a moment, as if her eyes were black and straight as if she had been struck by a thunderbolt.

Uncle Xiao is really a prodigal son, drunk and hooligan, and he doesn't remember it when he wakes up.

This, how can this kind of thing be explained to him clearly, it is difficult to speak, Jiumu was anxious and angry, and then he threw two words at the ice cube face with a cry and laughter:

"Scumbag. ”

"What did you say?"

Bing Ruohan suddenly stopped moving, raised his head with a gloomy look, and slashed at Jiumu Yunxiang with a fierce face.

Jiumu Yunxiang was suddenly frightened, as if he was calling him a scumbag when he bandaged his wounds, which was very inappropriate, so he sipped his unrestrained mouth, swallowed his saliva again, and squeezed out a smile in embarrassment:

"No, nothing was said. ”

As soon as the words landed, a sudden pain from being strangled hard came to the palm of his hand, Jiumu quickly retracted his hand, looked at Bing Ruohan and shouted:

"Uncle Junior, are you going to kill me?"

Bing Ruohan wrapped the rest of the gauze and took it back to the medicine box, and then said coldly:

"It's a hundred. ”

Then he put the ointment and the wooden skewer back into the medicine box, and said in a low voice:

"Save yourself from worrying. ”

Jiumu Yunxiang blew a few breaths into the palm of the strangled painful hand, and said:

"Since Uncle Xiao wants to kill me so much, why bother to treat me so much?"

Bing Ruohan sorted out the medicine box, stood up slowly, and said:

"I've always been a philanthropy. ”

After speaking, he walked towards the bamboo gate of the orchid room without looking back.

"What do you mean?"

didn't have time to think about it, seeing that the little uncle was about to step out of the door of the orchid room, Jiumu chased after him and asked:

"Hey, Uncle Junior, do you teach or not teach the art of resisting the wind?"

Bing Ruohan stopped: "Do you learn or not?"

Jiumu hurriedly added: "Learn, learn, I learn." ”

Bing Ruohan listened, the corners of his mouth were slightly bent, and he raised his feet and left.

Jiumu looked at the white gauze in his hand and said to himself,

"Be kind and giving. ”

"Kindness?"

"Be kind and giving......"

"What am I in your eyes, and what good do you like and what are you good ......?"