Shen'er? Whose name could it be?
Fang Zilan was stunned for a moment, and then put a silk handkerchief in Uncle Wang's mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue. After that, she hesitated for a moment, and finally walked to Awan and reached out to shake her awake.
Awan looked at the person in front of the couch in confusion, and subconsciously asked, "What's wrong, Uncle Wang?"
"The situation is not good. I'm afraid I won't be able to survive the night." Fang Zilan's voice was a little low. Awan was awakened by her words. She sat up suddenly and jumped off the couch, "How long have I been sleeping?"
"I didn't sleep for a while." Fang Zilan replied casually. Awan obviously didn't believe her words. She only confirmed it after looking at the leaks. "Fortunately, I didn't sleep for a while."
Awan walked to Uncle Wang and frowned, "Uncle Wang, how long have you been like this?"
"In less than a moment." Fang Zilan sat next to Awan, "Is there any way?"
Awan lowered her eyes and said nothing, and Fang Zilan didn't mean to rush her, but just sat quietly beside her.
I don't know how long it took, until the dusk was deep and Fang Zilan couldn't see clearly, so she got up to light the lamp, and then she heard Awan whisper: "I...There is nothing I can do." Her tone was full of weakness and exhaustion, and there was a trace of it. Faintly unwilling.
"That's all." Fang Zilan sat down next to her again, "Do your best and obey fate. Since we have no way to snatch Uncle Wang's life from God, let's accompany him on his last journey."
A Wan's eyes were red and she bit her lip, trying not to cry. Seeing this, Fang Zilan hugged her shoulders and said, "Cry if you want, I'll be with you."
Awan buried her head in her arms and cried intermittently: "This is the first time... that I feel so useless. If only the master were here... he would definitely find a way..."
"Awan, even Wen Ya, there are always people who can't be saved." Fang Zilan patted her back gently, "You are still young, it's already amazing that you can do this. Okay, let's not cry now. , let’s see if there is anything else we can do for Uncle Wang.”
As she spoke, she looked at Uncle Wang and saw that his face was flushed and he was unconscious. He was biting the silk handkerchief, but he was still mumbling something.
Awan sat up straight, raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and choked: "I'll try again. Even if I can't save Uncle Wang, it's still good if I can make him feel better." After she said that, she took a deep breath and took it out again. He took out the silver needle and concentrated on applying the needle to Uncle Wang.
Fang Zilan stood up and walked to the window and looked out the window. The top of the moon covered the whole courtyard with a layer of silver. The sudden feeling of loneliness made her shrink her shoulders. It was clearly March, but she still felt uncontrollably cold.
After a long time, Awan breathed a sigh of relief. Fang Zilan turned back to look at her. She happened to look up as well. The plain sadness in her eyes made Fang Zilan pause for a moment, and she swallowed back her words of inquiry. .
Fang Zilan walked to Uncle Wang and saw that he was much calmer, so she took out the silk handkerchief from his mouth, but heard him still mumbling the word "Shen'er".
"The Shen'er that Uncle Wang has been thinking about must be someone very important to him, right?" Awan seemed to be talking to himself: "I heard that before a person dies, the person he wants to see most will appear in his mind. do not know me……"
"Awan." Fang Zilan interrupted her abruptly, "You will be fine."
"Really?" Awan watched helplessly as Uncle Wang's breath became weaker and weaker, and tears flowed down uncontrollably. "After all, I still couldn't save Uncle Wang..."
Fang Zilan remained silent until Uncle Wang was breathless. Awan looked away and cried uncontrollably. Her hands hidden in her sleeves clenched into fists.
After all, the situation is beyond our control and there is nothing we can do to save it.
*
After Uncle Wang passed away, Awan insisted on sending him back home. Fang Zilan and Yun Qinghan tried to persuade him several times but to no avail. Later, Fang Zilan was afraid that her heart would be knotted up and her body would suffer, so she finally compromised.
So in the early morning of the third day after Uncle Wang's death, Fang Zilan and Yun Qinghan accompanied Awan to send Uncle Wang home.
Along the way, Fang Zilan poured cold water on Awan in advance: "Since Uncle Wang's family can kick him out of the house, they must have thought of the worst result. To put it bluntly, as long as they are not implicated, Uncle Wang will die It doesn’t matter outside.”
"I know that the worst possible outcome is to be kicked out by the Wang family." Awan's voice was a little hoarse, and she said firmly, word for word: "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have given up."
"Kick him out?" Fang Zilan raised his eyebrows, "As long as I'm here, no one can touch our little Awan."
As she spoke, she pressed the hilt of the plum sword with her hand. Yun Qinghan couldn't help but comfort her: "Allan, please don't be impulsive. Things may not be as bad as we thought."
Fang Zilan did not answer, and the three of them held Uncle Wang's coffin in silence for a long time. When I arrived in front of Wang's house, I saw the red lacquered door tightly closed, showing an indescribable desolation.
"Here we are, I'll call the door." Fang Zilan walked forward consciously, pulled the door knocker and knocked hard, "Is anyone there? Uncle Wang is home!"
She kept knocking for a long time, and the red paint on the door peeled off a little because she couldn't resist such strong force. However, no one came to open the door. She simply raised her voice and shouted: "If no one opens the door again, I will just break in!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a creak and the door opened a crack. The man hiding in the crack of the door looked sick and spiritless, but his words were harsh, "Uncle Wang? I don't know you! If you want to recognize your relatives and go to another house, cats and dogs dare to come to our house..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly fell silent. He stared at the sword in front of him and took a step back involuntarily. He said with a smile: "This chivalrous woman has something to say, so why point her sword at someone?"
"What a chivalrous woman, I can't afford it." Fang Zilan smiled coldly, "I'm just a cat or a dog who comes to call the door." She said and put the plum sword in her hand against the man's chest. With a little force, she could stab it in.
The man backed away continuously, "I am a dog who cannot see the truth, but you, my lord, have a lot of chivalrous women..."
Fang Zilan's sword followed him like a shadow, always pressing against his chest. She smiled contemptuously, "Stop talking nonsense, take me to see the head of your family."
"This..." The man looked embarrassed, and Fang Zilan moved her wrist and cut his clothes, "Don't want to?"
"I'll take you there right now!" The man rolled in and ran in. Fang Zilan did not chase him, but opened the door and motioned for Awan and Yun Qinghan to come in.
They walked to the main hall unimpeded. Before they entered the door, they heard the man say: "Master, there is a girl outside who broke in. She said that the master is back!"
"Trash, you can't even stop a woman!" An angry voice came from the hall, "I don't know where the old man's bones are. Come back? It's just a dream!"
Awan was so angry that she was trembling all over and rushed in without thinking, "You bastard!"
