Dead vines, old trees, broken tiles.

When the painting heart woke up again, it was already half a month later.

He Guang Tongsheng was cooking on a fire, and his white monk's robe was dragging on the ground, stained with layers of grass grains, and stained with dust.

A red flame was burning in the stove, and a white mist was waking in the nest, and the thick smell of fireworks was very fragrant.

Huaxin sat on a simple couch, plain white clothes, uncombed hair, no ornaments on his body, his eyes were hollow, embedded in two eyes without a trace of emotion, lifeless.

The sunlight that shone obliquely into the room fell on her pale face, as if it were covered with a light veil like smoke and mist, and her eyebrows and eyes became more and more hazy, as if the illusion was about to dissipate at any moment.

He Guang Tongchen used a wooden bowl to hold half a bowl of porridge, and then made two vegetarian meals, and brought them to the front of the painting.

He sat down next to the couch with a smile on his lips. The painting heart turned his gaze busily, as if he didn't see him.

Since waking up from the painting heart, three or five days have passed, the drop of water has not entered, the drop of rice has not sticked, if it were not for the peak of Heguang Tongchen's medical skills, and a little divine power of Jun Yin hanging her life, she would definitely not survive.

But her current appearance is not much different from death, except that she can pant for breath, she is almost a dead person.

Whether she eats or not, three meals a day, Heguang Tongchen has never left her alone.

Over time, when the painting heart looked at him, his eyes would also roll slightly, but it was a symbolic movement, and there was no other reaction.

She was awake for longer and longer. I like to be in a daze more and more, huddled in a ball on the couch all day long, staring out the window, day and night, as if I am looking at the scenery, but there seems to be nothing in my eyes.

As usual, even if she doesn't eat or take medicine, Heguang Tongchen still has to take her pulse.

With his medical skills, he usually knows it with a touch of his wrist, but today he frowned and confirmed it again and again, and finally showed a contradictory smile on his face that seemed to be distressed and happy.

He picked up the porridge bowl, gently spooned a spoonful and sent it to the lips of the painting heart, seeing that she still didn't drink, neither light nor heavy, not in a hurry and said slowly, "If you don't drink the medicine and don't eat the rice, how can the child in the womb stand it." ”

After a long time, the eyes of the painter's wandering mind finally showed a glimmer of light, but it dimmed in an instant.

After another long time, she gently stroked her stomach and asked with a dull expression, "Child...... Kid?"

I didn't speak for a long time, and my voice was hoarse.

He Guang Tongchen nodded slightly.

"The baby boy is more than half a month old, and ordinary people can't diagnose it. ”

"Male...... Infant ......" for a long time, the painting heart muttered in a low voice, and tears fell suddenly.

This child came at a bad time, and suddenly recalled all kinds of old things in the past that she didn't dare to recall.

Those days and nights of drunken dreams and death, those sweet vows and lies in the heart, are like a world away.

She complained that there was such a person, a person who kept saying that he loved her and protected her, but when she gave him her whole heart, he refused to believe her.

She hated that there was such a person, a person who she protected with her life, who looked at her coldly in the gossip, and trampled her like mud under the shadow of the sword and sword.

She was afraid that there was such a person, and as soon as she closed her eyes, she would remember that in countless dark nights, he carried a bloody sword, and he was an inch of delay in her heart.

So, she didn't dare to sleep, she didn't dare to mention it.

Even, dare not live.

But why, at this time, she had that person's child?

The piece of flesh that was born in her stomach and couldn't be cut off and couldn't be removed.

She doesn't want it!