Yazhi lay on the clean bed, his closed eyes kept calling the name. His hand clutched the edge of the bed.

Nangong Yulu, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, kept wiping the sweat from his face for him, and he didn't know how many times. Yazhi has always been a long-term resident of Qingren Medical Center. When he first came to the hospital, he was brought by Nalan Rongque, who was only a few years old at the time, and had a small burn on his back. He has nightmares almost every night. With the change of time, he grew up, and the wounds on his body had long been healed, but what about his heart? Nangong Xiao has been using soothing and affectionate medicinal herbs for treatment, but after all, it is heart disease that still needs heart medicine.

When I first saw the elegant Nangong Yulu, he was amnesiac and didn't say a word, but he was often awakened by his crying in the middle of the night, and secretly ran to his room alone and saw him curled up and crying in the quilt. At that time, she was still young, but she didn't know that there were still such painful people in the world, and she would even go to Nangong Xiao, why was he so miserable. Gradually, Nalan Zhishui would come to visit him in the hospital, and her cheerfulness and dexterity seemed to open his heart, and he was willing to talk to people. Soon the three of them were playing together. After Yazhi recovered, she returned to Mr. Nalan's house. During the day, I listened to the whole process of Puy's narration, and she has always paid attention to Ya's affairs, so I can gradually understand.

Suddenly grabbed Nangong Yulu's Qianqianyu hand with one hand, and she was stunned for a moment. The hand suddenly let go of the accompanying sentence: "I'm sorry for the offense, Yulu." ”

"You're a light sleeper. She put down the handkerchief in her hand. "I've brought your clothes and put them on the table. ”

"I don't want to do that, old wounds and new wounds come together. Yazhi turned his back to her. The tone was neither strong nor weak, but it was a little tired.

"In a few days, I will visit Sister Zhishui. Will you go?"

"......" Yazhi didn't speak, and a strange atmosphere suddenly appeared in the room.

"Just take me to see her, I still have a case to do. Suddenly, Yazhi turned to face Nangong Yulu and looked straight at the door.

"You still don't want to go. ”

"Yes. Busy with business. ”

"Liar, don't I know you when I grew up with you?

“......”

"I don't care. But I still have to say in the end, she misses you a lot, Miss Pu asked me to tell you, Xu Su and they have returned home, the girl is waiting for me at the door, I am leaving. Nangong Yulu picked up the handkerchief that wiped his sweat, turned around and was about to leave.

"You're talking about...... Really?" said softly, looking at her back.

"Well, after all, you are her brother who grew up with, although you are an adopted son, but you are also a brother. After Nangong Yulu finished speaking, she pushed the door open, "I'm sorry Miss Pu has been waiting for a long time." ”

Yazhi looked at the empty room and froze. It was a long time before he sat up, came to the table, rummaged through his clothes, and pulled out something wrapped in a fine brocade, and he opened the fabric, and it was a folding fan, which he almost never left in his hand.

With a flick of his hand, there was a "poof", and the folding fan brought a breeze in the air, and on the fan surface was a landscape painting, accompanied by words, like flowing clouds. His gaze fell on the last inscription of the text, which was a red seal with the words: Nalan Zhishui.

Yazhi put away the fan, put it on the table, and slowly changed her clothes. There was a knock on the door twice, Yazhi hurriedly went to open the door, and there was Nangong Yin standing at the door, he seemed to have passed the age of standing, and his bright eyes looked at Yazhi with a bloodless face, if you look carefully, you can see the fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, with a mustache, a simple and atmospheric auspicious cloud embroidered brocade shawl, and a tray of decoction in his hand. Nangong Yin, Nangong Yulu is his only daughter and the eldest son of Nangong Xiao. He stood in front of Yazhi, highlighting Yazhi like a child.

"It's Uncle Yin, I'm getting ready to go to the pharmacy, why did you send it over, it's really troublesome for you, and the juniors really don't want to go. Yazhi hurriedly took the decoction in his hand.

"It's okay, I'll send it over, just to see you. Save yourself another trip. ”

"Thank you, uncle. Let's get inside. Yazhi invited him into the house.

"Your wound has been treated, you can recover after a few days of rest, the Chinese medicine in this bowl of soup is specially selected by your grandfather Xiao for you, it can soothe your mind and stabilize your mind, drink it and rest early." Nangong Xiao saw the folding fan and the wind whirling blue and white knife on the table at a glance.

"Uncle, I want to ask you, I have nothing to do with you, not even blood relations, why do you treat me like a relative?" Yazhi didn't look at Nangong Yin, and he didn't have the face to support him, at this time he was in stark contrast to the chic and comfortable when he usually went in and out of the prefect's mansion.

"Silly boy, to call us 'you' is simply treating us as outsiders. You are the apprentice of my sister's husband, Nalan Rongque, and he has adopted you as an adopted son in his life. Did you know that the Nalan family's kung fu has always been passed down from father to son. Your master treats you as a family member, so it is natural for us to take care of you. Nangong Yin smiled and touched Yazhi's head, "What's more, you are my baby's playmate since childhood." ”

Hearing Nangong Yin say this, he looked at the decoction in his hand blankly, and there was a feeling in his heart that he had never felt before, that feeling similar to fatherly love, Nangong Yin's warm hand reminded him of his master, and the vague father in the dream.

"Uncle, tell me, two years ago, the Nalan family was attacked by people from all over the rivers and lakes, what was the reason?

Nangong Yin didn't change his expression, and said to Yazhi with a smile: "You are still young, you will know in the future." ”

"Uncle, I'm not young anymore, I'm all in the year of dancing elephants. ”

"Hahaha. Drink the medicine quickly, or it will be cold. Nangong Yin looked at the Wind Whirlwind Blue and White Knife lying quietly on the table, and a trace of sadness suddenly appeared in his eyes, "Rest early, uncle is back." ”

"Okay. Yazhi had no choice but to take the decoction and drink it in one gulp, he had long been accustomed to this bitter decoction.

"Oh, by the way, how effective was the medicated bath that was prescribed to you before going to bed?"

"It's good, I can basically sleep peacefully. ”

"That's it, I'm leaving. Nangong Yin took the bowl and went out.

"Uncle ......"

"It's okay, you rest. Nangong Yin closed the door and took two steps. He stopped, looking back at the closed door. His expression suddenly became solemn.

"Dad, Ya Zhihe...... Do you want to tell him?"

"Yin'er, forget it, since that kid from Rong Que handed him the knife, then so be it. Nangong Xiao bent over and slowly picked up the herbs.

"Dad, aren't you worried?"

"What's the use of worrying?"

"This ...... Yazhi is still a child, and he doesn't know right from wrong, let alone his mind. ”

"This kid should have died a long time ago. What the old man cares about most is Rong Que, a stinky boy, with an unruly personality, who wants to change his destiny, but as a result, he forcibly left this child and destroyed his home. The old man lost my beloved daughter. That's it, but he left his children alone and went missing, and if he was found by the old man, he would have to skin him. ”

"Dad, this may not be a change of life, but a part of fate. ”

"You, you're still talking to that stinky boy! Ah, this is a sin. ”

Nangong Yin recalled the conversation he had with his father just now, but he sweated for this immature teenager in his heart, but people have to grow up eventually, what is the future path of this teenager?