Xizhou's eyelashes fluttered slightly, but he didn't wake up, I don't know if it was because of illness or nightmare. The south wind called him a few times, but he didn't respond.

There was still a little blood stain on his face, which made his already pale face look even more miserable. Nanfeng fetched a basin of water, soaked a towel, and slowly wiped his hands and face.

His fingers are slender, and the sides of his middle and index fingers have thin calluses, which are somewhat rough but not prickly. The palm of the hand is light and thin, and you can feel the hard bones casually. It was a pair of beautiful hands that could write and draw, and you can imagine the sparkle of these hands when they danced, like a dancing girl stepping on the beat, like a horse crisscrossing the grassland, like a fleeting meteor in the night sky.

Unfortunately, its temperature barely indicates that it belonged to a living person, and the dried blood stuck to it, which had no effect other than to make people feel distressed.

His eyebrows grew into his sideburns, and the corners of his eyes flew long, without sharp edges and corners. The nose is high and straight, and the lips are pale, but the lines are delicate, which makes the facial features gentle.

The temperament of a scholar is nothing more than that.

Xizhou just lay quietly, indifferent to any movement of the south wind.

The night was like a sudden flood, and in the blink of an eye, it swallowed up the dead south wind. She didn't see any light in the night, and she didn't want to see any light. Obviously she was very tired, but she couldn't sleep, and the earthly world that subsided her voice disgusted her.

After a few days—I don't know how long it will take—she won't be able to see Xizhou, abandoned by Suchen, she has no past life, no memory, and doesn't know where to go. Life is always more terrifying because of the unknown.

After sitting in a daze, the day finally dawned. The faint light that came in through the window finally brought a little warmth.

Xizhou on the bed was still sleeping quietly, not even turning over. Nanfeng guessed that he should be hungry, not to mention drinking medicine, so he got up from the ground, went downstairs with a strong spirit, and borrowed the kitchen porridge and medicine from the store.

When Nanfeng was boiling the decoction without a ride, the little second brother of the restaurant hurriedly came to her and said, "Sister, sister, go and have a look, your father-in-law ran out!"

Nanfeng didn't pursue the title of "your father-in-law", which was really inappropriate, and he didn't pursue the second brother's tone, as if her family's vicious dog had escaped and bitten someone, so he directly threw away the pu fan in his hand and ran to the room where Xizhou was temporarily staying.

Nanfeng saw Xizhou standing at the corner of the stairs on the first floor with his back to her, and swept a passerby in a panic, looking for the person he was looking for. He wore no outer garment, only a thin undergarment, barefoot, and his hair scattered. Like a little beast separated from its loved ones, whimpering in vain.

"Xizhou!" called him Southwind.

He turned around at once, and looked at her with wide eyes, his face pale, as if he had been greatly frightened.

Nanfeng took two steps and said, "Are you looking for me? I'm boiling medicine for you." ”

Xizhou walked quickly to Nanfeng, stood close to her, grabbed her wrist, and said nervously: "I thought it was ......"

Sticking so close, Nanfeng could clearly see that Xizhou's eyes were moist and a little bright. Such eyes really responded to the word "affectionate vein".

Look closely at these eyes, the eyeballs are like black gems, full of brilliance, and the eyeliner is long, but it has nothing to do with the word "charming", it is a kind of smart beauty, as if a body of talent, are condensed in these eyes. His eyebrows are half-wrapped in his eyes, but they can't cover the brilliance of his eyes, and he can't "dominate the crowd."

Nanfeng was imprisoned by his wrist, but he coveted his dependence and was unwilling to break free, comforting him and saying, "I will not go anywhere." It's cold outside, you go back to the house and wait for me, I'll boil medicine and stew porridge for you, and I'll send it to you. ”

Xizhou obediently responded, but did not act. Let go of Nanfeng's wrist, and still stand in place, looking at her without blinking, waiting for her. Nanfeng knew that he couldn't persuade him, so he hurried to the kitchen, put the medicine and porridge together, and coaxed him back to the room.

Nanfeng saw the surprised glances of the people around him, but he was a little ...... Somewhat...... proud, as for why she was proud, she couldn't say clearly.

She ordered Xizhou to lie back on the bed, but Xizhou didn't listen, just sat on the edge of the bed, wrapped in the quilt, and looked up at her pitifully. She was soft-hearted by him, no longer reluctant, and handed him a bowl of medicinal soup.

"I don't have to drink this. He said.

Nanfeng only thought that he was afraid of hardship, so he was petty, and persuaded him: "How can you not take medicine when you are sick? You coughed and fainted yesterday, which frightened me, do you know? Drink it quickly, and then drink porridge." My stewed porridge is good, sticky and thick, and it doesn't taste good when it's cold. ”

He took the medicine bowl "as good as a stream", smelled it, tasted it again, and said, "Ginseng, Schisandra chinensis, Rehmannia rehmannia, Shou Wu, um...... And deer antler velvet. With so many medicinal herbs, how much silver did you spend?"

Nanfeng didn't know that Xizhou still knew the art of Qihuang, and while he was surprised, he laughed at him for asking for money and not dying, and said: "Your two fakes cost people thirty taels of silver, how can you pick and shrink now?"

"It's not that I'm holding back, it's that the quacks are prescribing prescriptions that don't work for me at all. ”

The prescription was asked for by Nanfeng himself, and the old doctor also said that Xizhou's illness has no law, and this medicine is of no use to him. Xizhou said this, and the south wind was sour.

Seeing that Nanfeng didn't speak, Xizhou stopped blaming her for spending money arbitrarily, raised his head and drank a bowl of medicine, then turned the bowl upside down and smiled, as if he was asking her for praise.

She didn't want to praise him, so she took the bowl back and handed over a bowl of porridge at the right temperature.

Waiting for Xizhou to drink porridge slowly, Nanfeng sat on the ground against the edge of the bed and asked him, "What are your plans in the future?"

"Home?"

"Hmm. Your grandmother is still waiting for you. ”

"Oh," he replied to Nanfeng's question as he set aside the bowl with half a bowl of porridge left, smoothing the broken hair on Nanfeng's sideburns, "I should go back, but now is not the time." ”

Nanfeng only thought that he was still resentful of his grandmother's letting the Taoist priests kill him as an evil ghost, and he turned his face and said, "Are you afraid of those Taoist priests? Are you afraid that your grandmother and neighbors will treat you as an evil ghost? Don't be angry, your grandmother is old and confused for a while." I'll go back with you and make it clear to them. She only has one relative, and she will not hand you over to others anymore. ”

He suddenly put his face over and asked her, "Don't you want to be with me?"

"Yes. She flicked the hair on her sideburns, said casually, and suddenly felt that there was too much ambiguity in this statement, and sure enough, as soon as she looked up, she bumped into Xizhou's smile.