The night is as cold as water, the courtyard is quiet and cold, and the candles in the house are bright.

At this time, the old man's face had long since disappeared from the look of victory in the dusk, and only the worry on his face remained. He stood in front of a small firewood stove and listened intently to the cooping of the pot.

Zhao Wu'an on the bed always closed his eyes, his whole body was hot, his limbs were writhing restlessly, and all he muttered in his mouth were words that An Qing couldn't understand.

However, An Qing could only desperately help him suppress the loose corners. He twisted so violently that the quilt was almost completely covered on his body, and An Qing could only help him cover the quilt again and again, holding the corners of the quilt in a hurry, and sweating profusely.

This is the only instruction that Lao Langzhong left for An Qing before decocting the medicine. In any case, Zhao Wuan must not be allowed to kick the quilt off.

"If you can endure it for three days, the poison must be extremely cold. Therefore, even if he wants to burn with all his body, he must not untie his clothes. ”

An Qing had no choice but to do so, but Zhao Wu'an was not obedient at all, and repeatedly fought tenaciously against her. An Qing was anxious, but most of her actions were in vain.

In the dead of night, even the barking of dogs had disappeared from the villages, and a thin layer of fog had even risen outside the windows.

Lao Langzhong finally held a bowl of medicinal soup and returned to the bamboo house tremblingly. He asked An Qing to step aside, reached out and pressed on a few acupuncture points on Zhao Wu'an's body, and then scooped the soup with a spoon and dripped a few drops of liquid medicine between Zhao Wu'an's lips.

The black liquid has a pungent smell, and it is bitter and difficult to swallow at a glance. Rao is An Qing also felt unbearable when she saw it, not to mention Zhao Wu'an, who was already delirious, would swallow it obediently. As soon as Yao Tangfu touched his lips, he coughed frantically.

"Help me hold him down. The old man looked solemn, and turned around and scooped a spoonful of soup.

An Qing knew that this matter was unavoidable, so she could only help with tears and suppressed Zhao Wu'an's body. Lao Langzhong opened Zhao Wu'an's mouth with a free hand and poured the medicinal soup into it.

This has been repeated many times. Zhao Wu'an's struggle became weaker and weaker, and the tears in An Qing's eyes became more and more intense.

By the time the bowl of medicinal soup was exhausted, the sky was already white.

The old man threw the soup bowl aside exhaustedly, straightened his rickety back, coughed incessantly, and narrowed his eyes.

And Zhao Wu'an, under the effect of the medicinal power, finally stopped struggling temporarily, his breathing gradually became stable, and his chest fell rhythmically together, but his forehead was still hot, and the wound on his chest looked shocking.

Lao Langzhong coughed for a while, wiped his sweat deeply, and said with emotion: "Thanks to him, he is a second-grade master, who can protect his heart and veins with his own qi and prevent the spread of poison, plus the old man's bowl of strong medicine, he should be able to survive today." ”

An Qing didn't know whether to be sad or happy: "Can you only survive today?

"It's up to him to fend for himself. The old man sighed.

An Qing was stunned, knowing that it was useless to speak at this time, so she could only look at Zhao Wu'an, who was unconscious on the bed, in a daze.

Lao Langzhong also came out of the house with interest, and went straight to the courtyard to sort the herbs he picked yesterday. After saving An Qing and Zhao Wu'an, he has never closed his eyes until now, and as an old man, his body is extremely unbearable.

If it was a sunny day, of course, I wouldn't have noticed this simple thing. But now is no ordinary time.

Little by little, she moved to the edge of the bed, bent down, looked at Zhao Wu'an's unpeaceful sleeping face, and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Zhao Jushi, Zhao Jushi. She called Zhao Wu'an softly, but the response she received was only some vague words, and even made people wonder if it could be considered a murmur.

An Qing lowered her head and gently pressed her ear to Zhao Wu'an's chest, feeling the beating from Zhao Wu'an's chest through the two layers of quilts. She stretched out her hands, wrapped Zhao Wu'an's big hand, put it to her mouth, and breathed softly.

"Zhao Jushi, at so many life and death moments, you came over alone, and now it's me and you, you can't just fall like this. An Qing muttered.

"Otherwise, I would be ashamed. ”

The morning light was like a hail, like a bubble floating on the water, and An Qing slowly sank into sleep.

Before falling asleep, she faintly heard the sound of children playing in the courtyard.

"Yu'er, don't run, come to my mother's place!"

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When she woke up from her deep sleep, An Qing realized that she had fallen on Zhao Wu'an's body at some point. The sun outside the window is bright and warm, and the warmth is sprinkled in front of the bed, and the light and shadow are carved out.

An Qing blinked her eyes to dispel the remaining sleepiness, and only then did she realize that she had suppressed a seriously injured unconscious person. Hurriedly sat up with both hands on the edge of the bed, held his forehead and stared at Zhao Wu'an carefully.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Zhao Wu'an's face seems to be much brighter than before, his chest is still rising and falling rhythmically, and his breathing is even.

An Qing breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. Then I heard a voice from the yard: "Where's the good-looking big sister?"

The child's immature voice reached An Qing's ears from afar. She was stunned, stood up with a frown, and walked out the door.

The sun was shining in the courtyard, and the water in the well was sparkling in the shadow of the sun. An old man and a young man sat in front of the steps, and the old man leisurely picked up a herb and put it in his mouth, chewing it unhurriedly. Beside him, a tiger-headed child was struggling with the wooden block in his hand.

Just as the child asked so, Lao Langzhong turned his head to look at An Qing, and said, "Awake?"

An Qing bowed down and said a word of interruption, and walked to the two of them according to the corner of her clothes.

She looked curiously at the child who was seriously twisting the wooden stick in her hand, and asked tentatively, "Yes...... Your grandchildren?"

The old man smiled kindly and nodded.

"As I said, my daughter-in-law took him to live in the north of the village, and came back every ten days, and it just so happened that today. ”

He patted the child's head gently, "Yu'er, playing with this sister, you can ask anything, but don't ask her why she came here, and don't ask when she is leaving." ”

The child blinked his eyes and nodded in understanding.

An Qing's heart inexplicably rose with a warmth: "Thank you, old man." ”

"It doesn't matter. The old man shook his head and laughed to himself again, "Who has never been young, the old man understands very well." ”

An Qing bit her lip and turned her head sideways with a relieved smile.

The child cheered and raised the wooden stick in his hand: "Sister, you look so good when you smile!"

An Qing couldn't help but laugh again, stepped forward, bent down and patted his head: "Yu'er is good." ”

In the face of this sudden burst of fragrant wind, the child was stunned for a while, and then turned his head in a daze, and suddenly said to his grandfather: "Grandpa, I want to go to the street to play." ”

Duxiu Village is not small, and if you count it according to its scale, it can be called a small town. Because of this, it is only once every ten days to go from the north of the village to the south of the village. Yu'er wants to talk about going to the street, not because she wants to mess around, most of the time she still wants to go out with her grandfather, who she hasn't seen for many days.

Lao Langzhong stomped the dust on his shoes, glanced back at Zhao Wu'an in the room, and sighed: "It's not that grandpa doesn't want to accompany you, it's just that I can't pull away now......"

Yu'er's eyes showed an unhappy look.

Seeing that this pair of ancestors and grandchildren who rarely got together was going to be unhappy again, An Qing hurriedly said: "Otherwise, Yu'er, what do you want, my sister will buy it for you?"

Xiao Yu'er suddenly became energetic, but Lao Langzhong frowned.

Seeing that Lao Langzhong suddenly straightened his face, An Qing hurriedly waved his hand and said, "It's okay! The grace of saving lives is beyond repayment, and An Qing is not penniless when she leaves home this time......."

Lao Langzhong sent another herb into his mouth, and said while chewing: "That's not the reason." Although there are not many people in Duxiu Village, it is really not small, and when I see you as a foreigner going to the street, I may cause some trouble......"

Xiao Yu'er, who was sitting on the side, heard this, and the light in her eyes that was so easy to light up went out again.

An Qing said helplessly: "This ...... Just buy something, and that's fine, right?"

Seeing that Lao Langzhong was still hesitating, An Qing simply bowed deeply and said: "Don't hide it, I have walked so many roads with Wu'an, and I have already walked more than one or two times at the moment of life and death." Only this time, he really fell, if it wasn't for Mr. to save him, I really don't know what to do...... So ......"

Before she finished her words, she was stopped by the old man's leisurely raised hand.

After being silent for a long time, the old man sighed: "Go, go, go." Today's girls are really different from us back then. ”

Hearing this, An Qing didn't hold back for a moment, and grinned: "Okay!Yu'er, what do you want to eat and play?"

Xiao Yu'er stuffed the wooden stick into her arms and said loudly: "Sugar Fulu!"

"Okay, sugar gourd, what else?"

"Sugar painting, sugar man, sugar fried chestnuts......" The child reported countless words of sugar in one breath, and the old gentleman covered his mouth again, and shook his head solemnly at An Qing: "He has tooth decay." ”

An Qing nodded knowingly: "It's no problem at all." ”

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Coming out of Lao Langzhong's house, taking the road to the east, he didn't take two steps, and he saw a white silk hanging on the plaque next door, which startled An Qing.

"Yo, outlander?"

It happened that a lady walked by with a vegetable basket, and when she saw her stunned here, she took the initiative to find her to talk.

An Qing was stunned, not knowing how to respond, so she could only nod her head.

"I know, the old immortal was rescued again, right?" The woman waved her hand impatiently, approached An Qing and whispered: "Don't get too close to this family, my youngest son just died recently, it's evil." ”

Facing the woman who was closing the distance at this moment, An Qing took half a step back with some resistance, and nodded Mu Ne: "Okay." ”

"Also, don't give that old immortal too good a look. The woman approached again, and almost whispered to her, "Listen to me, if you can make him sick, I will sell half of his messy elixir." ”

Although she deliberately suppressed her voice, An Qing gradually heard some clues. She had heard this woman's voice before, and not so long ago.

The moment she fell asleep, she once heard a voice from outside the hospital, "Yu'er, don't run".

The voice gradually overlapped with the woman in front of her.

An Qing's face was grim, and she took a few steps back silently, bowed slightly, and walked past her.

"Hey, you little girl. The woman was deflated, and lost her temper, but pursued her from behind.

An Qing didn't bother to bother with this person, so she simply turned around, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, and yelled first.

The woman was stunned and took half a step back.

"I don't know you, and I won't do what you say, and I still want to respect myself!" An Qing said loudly word by word.

In normal times, she would never dare to talk to a stranger like this.

But at this moment, in Duxiu Village, where the two of them finally escaped death and settled down, there seemed to be an inexplicable courage rising from her heart.

Even the seven hundred miles of Miaojiang, I accompanied Zhao Wu'an over, what are you afraid of?

Life is short, she still has countless important things to do, and she shouldn't and doesn't want to waste time on these people.

An Qing pointed to a piece of white silk hanging on the plaque: "The woman's words." ”

She said coldly: "What's the difference between saying it and not saying it?"