After a pause, Shiraishi turned his head and saw the violinist's eyes, which had already cleared away tears.

"Chivalry, I have a reluctant request, I hope you can go to my residence to help my beloved wife diagnose her condition. ”

Before Shiraishi could speak, the violinist spoke, with sincerity in his eyes, as if there was a hint of begging.

Everything was expected by Bai Shi, and he smiled lightly at the words of the piano master, and said, "Since you can believe me, then I will go with you, but I am not sure...... When the time comes, I can only do my best. ”

"Then it's hard work. With a polite sound, the luthier led Shiraishi towards an alley in the street.

The alley is deep and quiet, with thick stone walls on both sides and several forks in the road. Shiraishi marched with the luthier all the way, passing through several forks in the road, echoing the sound of their footsteps, but they were silent all the way, Shiraishi didn't ask, and the luthier didn't say.

When I walked to an alley to the east, there was a smell of flowers, and what appeared in Shiraishi's eyes was a wooden door that was not very large. That should be the so-called home of the pianist.

"It's here. After a long silence, the violinist looked at the not-so-large wooden door and whispered.

Push open the wooden door, making a 'crunch' sound, this wooden door is some years, very old, but inside it is another shijie.

Under the foot is a road paved with jade, stepping on it, there is coolness seeping into the center of the foot, at the end of the jade, is a quaint wooden house, the wooden house is built in style, like a thing in a painting.

Next to the wooden house is a relatively thick pear tree, the white pear blossoms flutter in the wind, there is a faint fragrance, emitting out, into the nasal cavity, there is a sense of relaxation.

Around the pear tree, there is a green grass, which is not messy, and it is clear that it has been carefully pruned.

And I can't see that among these dark grasses, some of the bluegrasses that belong to spring have begun to bloom, but there are so many bluegrasses that Debaishi can't call their names at this moment.

On the other side of the hut is a pond filled with lotus leaves, occasionally visible with red goldfish jumping in it.

The luthier did not continue forward, but stared at the pear tree with white pear blossoms, his eyes confused.

After a moment, he took a deep breath, as if remembering something, and spoke indifferently, with melancholy and sadness in his tone.

"I met her a few years ago, in the 'Pleiades Star City', when I came from out of town, and she was the same person at that time. She plays and sings in the Qinglou, loves the pipa, sells her art and does not buy her body, she makes the pipa and I play the piano. Hence getting acquainted...... And then they fell in love. ”

The pianist said, his eyes seemed to see scenes of the past, there was sadness in his eyes, and it seemed like a kind of trampling that had gone through countless years.

Shiraishi looked at his back, which looked a little isolated in the breeze, and his robe fluttered in the wind, as if he had been standing here for a long time.

Shiraishi was silent, and at a certain moment, the violinist slowly turned his head and looked at Shiraishi, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, extremely bitter.

The smile was like a pianist who was about to reach the end of his life, and it was as if he had just come out of the end of his life.

"It's just that creation makes people...... In this world, everything is unsatisfactory. The luthier spoke.

Listening to the words of the violinist, Shiraishi didn't know how to express his inner feelings at the moment for a while, or didn't know how to comfort the person in front of him, so he could only look at the violinist and try to find traces of the luthier's past from his eyes......

However, at this moment, there was a sudden coughing sound from inside the wooden house, which woke up the violinist, so that he did not miss the past, but calmly accepted the reality, quickly walked to the back of the wooden house, picked up the hot water on the wooden table, and handed it to the coughing man.

The furnishings of the house were simple, a wooden table with an oil lamp, a very ordinary wardrobe, and a wooden bed covered with curtains.

On the wall hung a lute that did not look old because it had been useless for a long time, but was very new.

Even though the room is simple, it is extremely clean, all because of the luthier.

The room is extremely bright, and the windows are facing east, which is open, which means a new day, born with the rising sun.

The woman lying on the bed was helped up by the pianist, and after drinking two sips of hot water, the woman took a deep breath, which was very difficult.

Even though the green silk on her head was neatly coiled, and her robe was extremely neat, it still could not hide her almost white face, her bloodless lips, and her dull eyes.

Illness, from her face, is vividly reflected.

Judging from her physiognomy, she should be lacking in qi and blood, not breathing well, and her meridians seem to be atrophied, so her qi and blood are not circulating. ”

After looking at the woman for a while, Shiraishi, who was standing on the edge of the wooden table, suddenly said.

"Who is this?" Hearing Shiraishi's words, the woman raised her head with great effort and looked at Shiraishi's location.

"This is the doctor I asked to treat you...... Don't look at his young age, his medical skills are very extraordinary. The violinist said loudly, as if the sound was full of vitality, but they could all hear it, and this vitality seemed very pale.

Hearing this, the woman moved her gaze to the face of the violinist, and in the fusion of her eyes, she seemed to see the vicissitudes hidden in the violinist's eyes, gently pulled away the scattered hair on the pianist's cheeks, and said softly with tenderness in her eyes: "I am already a dying person...... In order to see a doctor, I traveled almost all over the world, but in the end there was no change.

From the first moment you entered the house, I knew that your piano could be sold...... Not to mention that the medicinal materials are expensive, even if the fee for inviting Lang Zhong has already made you a little breathless, why should you bother?"

The pianist smiled lightly: "I think everything is worth it, so I will be willing to do it." ”

Bai Shi listened to their conversation, took a deep breath, as if suppressing the tears that were about to overflow, from their conversation, if he saw the once beautiful as a flower, the country and the city, and as if he saw the once graceful, graceful and prosperous person who played the piano. Now, the two depend on each other, but they are hovering on the edge of life and death. A generation of Tianjiao may fall.

"First quench the 'Hehesan' into powder and give it to her. There was a moment of silence, and Shiraishi spoke.

Hearing this, the violinist slowly put the woman down, then took the stone bowl, crushed the 'Hehesan' into powder, and then helped the woman up and used its boiling water to give the woman a serving.

"If I can do it within my ability, I won't charge any fees......" Shiraishi spoke again as the 'Hedosan' was subdued by the woman.

The woman swallowed the 'Hehesan', then took a deep breath, looked at Shiraishi, and thanked her.

In the following silence, in less than half an hour, the 'Hehesan' in the woman's body had begun to exude medicinal power, and in the expectant eyes of the pianist, the woman's face had changed a little!

This trace of change is nothing else, it is a trace of blood from the face, this trace of blood, has not appeared for a long time!

Seeing this scene, excitement suddenly appeared in the violinist's eyes, and his eyes were on the alternation of the woman and the white stone, as if he was excited, but he couldn't speak.

Bai Shi smiled lightly and said, "Since this 'Hehesan' is useful to her, then I roughly know that this illness is from there." ”

Looking at the excited look of the pianist, Bai Shi also had an inexplicable joy in his heart, this joy made him look at the change in the woman when he spoke again, at this moment, the woman swallowed two long breaths, and her eyebrows showed a relaxation that had not appeared for a long time.

"My breath ...... It's much smoother!" The woman's face was no longer sad as before, but there was life in the smile.

"So, can you allow me to heal you right now?" Shiraishi said smugly.

Before the woman could speak, the violinist replied excitedly: "Chivalry, please, please!"

Bai Shi still smiled lightly on his face, and said: "After the 'Hehesan' is given to the monk, it is the foundation of strength improvement, and after it is given to the dying person, it is the medicine for the improvement of the condition...... It's just that Ai has been haunted by the disease for a long time, and it will take a certain amount of time to fully recover, and the only thing I can do now is to eradicate her disease, and as for conditioning, it will take a few days. I don't know if you have a spare silver needle on weekdays?"

After the violinist put the woman down, he stood up excitedly and said, "Yes, yes, I'll get it for you." ”

After a while, the luthier took out a wooden box, opened it, and there were some silver needles neatly placed inside.

"Under the limited strength, even if Ling Ai is pierced with a silver needle, when the aura in his body is infused, I am afraid that he will not be able to hold out until dark...... Later, after I finish piercing the silver needle, whether I can make her body circulate qi and blood, I'm afraid I still need you, the pianist. ”

Holding the silver needle, Shiraishi looked at the luthier.

The luthier hurriedly nodded in agreement.

Casually Baishi's expression suddenly became solemn, holding the silver needle, he slowly walked to the side of the bed, and pierced the first silver needle on the top of the woman's head.

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