Jingzhou's throat was dry and sore, and even his speech was hoarse. He urgently needed a cup of tea to moisten his throat.
"Oh, sir, wait a moment, I will go and boil water for you."
After a while, the girl came over with a bowl of porridge and said: "The miracle doctor outside said that you have just recovered from a serious injury and your belly is empty, so it is best to drink some rice soup first. This is porridge bought from outside, sir, you go first Drink some."
Maybe it was to take care of Jingzhou's feelings, but there was more soup than rice in most of the bowl of porridge.
Under the service of this girl, Jingzhou drank half a bowl of soup before he felt his throat was slightly comfortable.
Jingzhou remembered seeing a girl in blue when he fell to the ground. He must have been saved by her.
The previous scene of Ren Yingying crying was ignored by his subconscious mind.
After knowing the situation he was in, Jingzhou took stock of the environment in the room.
What comes into view is the pink and yellow curtains, the large carved wooden bed is covered with three brocade quilts of colorful peonies, and in front of the bed is a small round table, on which the girl before was lying.
There is a piano hanging next to the table, with a tassel hanging from the head.
Diagonally opposite the bed is a colorful dressing table, on which is a jewelry box with a brocade set, a diamond-shaped bronze mirror and red lacquered plum blossoms.
In front of the jewelry box is a gold and jade fine flower phoenix crown. Near the window, there are several pieces of rice paper placed on the pear wood table, and there are several writing brushes placed on the inkstone. On the rice paper, it is clear that he wrote about the Que Linjiang Immortal in Yanbo Tower before.
The more Jingzhou looked, the more familiar he felt, as if the things in this room had been seen before. Could it be that the owner of this house is the sister of some flower house?
Thinking of this, Jingzhou couldn't help but ask: "Girl, I don't know your name yet, so I'd like to thank you for taking care of me these days."
The girl covered her mouth and smiled, and said: "My name is Cuizhu. You don't need to thank me, sir. Just thank my young lady for saving you. She put in a lot of effort."
"Miss Cuizhu, who is your young lady?"
Hearing Jing Zhou's question, Cuizhu looked embarrassed and didn't know whether she should tell him or not.
Jing Zhou understood and said, "Since the girl has something unspeakable, there is no need to say it."
The little girl was still looking sleepy at this moment. She thought that she had to put in a lot of effort to take care of him today, so Jingzhou was too embarrassed to make things difficult for her.
For several days, Jingzhou lay in bed. During this period, Cuizhu changed his medicine again and again. The wounds on his body had scabbed. Even today, Jingzhou could feel an itching sensation at the wounds.
Except for the stab wound on his shoulder, he felt that he had basically recovered.
"I heard from Cuizhu that your injury has basically healed?"
At this time, Jing Zhou saw a woman in blue walking in. He guessed that this was the owner of this room, the one who saved him that day.
"Thank you, girl, for the rescue. Jingzhou is very grateful."
"Although I did a lot to save you, your injuries were treated by Ping Yi Zhi. I didn't help you remove the poison on your body."
Hearing Lan Fenghuang's words, Jingzhou thought of the scorpion as big as the palm of his hand.
Such a big scorpion is probably not less venomous. He was able to be saved by others, which shows that others have contributed a lot.
Since his injuries were treated by Ping Yizhi, it means that the poison cannot be cured by Ping Yizhi. In Swordsman, besides Ping Yizhi, Jing Zhou could not think of any other miracle doctor.
Ping Yi Zhi's medical skills were already the flesh and bones of the living dead. Could it be that the person who saved him was an expert hermit?
Since I can't think of it, I might as well ask, so Jingzhou said, "Dare I ask, girl, who helped me get rid of the poison in my body?"
Hearing Jing Zhou's words, Lan Fenghuang's eyes clearly flashed with grief, and the corners of his eyes suddenly turned red.
She threw a letter to Jingzhou and said, "Read it for yourself. If she hadn't risked her own life to save you, you would have died by now."
"She risked her life to save herself, she risked her life to save herself"
This sentence was like a magic voice that kept echoing in Jingzhou's ears. Suddenly his heart tightened, as if being pulled by something, and as if something precious was leaving him.
Thinking of the scene where he was lying in Ren Yingying's arms, he didn't dare to think about it anymore.
At this point, how could he not guess what happened!
Who says men are the most ruthless, but they are not to the point of being sad.
Jingzhou opened the envelope with trembling hands and used all his strength to pull out the paper inside.
"When you open this letter, Yingying has already left. Don't be sad. Yingying is very happy to see you getting better before leaving. It's a pity that I can't see you helping Yingying catch fireflies... "
. . . . . .
"You said that in a person's life, there are always some memories that will be buried in the dust, and some people will forget them. At this time, I believe you will not forget Yingying anymore."
"Keke, don't cry. If you cry, you will be the tabby cat you mentioned..."
. . . . . .
Jing Zhou held the letter and was stunned for a long time before he said: "Yes, I can't forget you now!"
At this moment, all the memories related to Ren Yingying flooded into his heart like a tide, washing away his emotions one after another.
"Yingying, you are so stupid. Really, how can a person like me be worth your life?"
a few days later
Jing Zhou changed into his old purple clothes, the same clothes he wore when he first met Ren Yingying.
Sitting in this green bamboo alley, stroking the piano that originally belonged to Ren Yingying.
The songs were the same ones that Ren Yingying taught him before, but the originally broad-minded songs gave him a sad feeling.
Some things cannot be forgotten immediately.
He thought that room was familiar before. It was Ren Yingying's room. Jingzhou had been there once before. However, there was a fear in his subconscious that day that resisted his recall.
"If someone comes to the mountain"
"Being taken over by Xili Xi"
"The rest of the place is dark and dark, and the sky will never be seen."
"Exhibiting independence on the mountain"
"The clouds are graceful and beautiful, but they are below"
. . . . . .
As the qin was stroked to the back, Jingzhou could not control himself and began to sing. This unique song, Mountain Ghost, echoed among the bamboo leaves.
Blue Phoenix and Green Bamboo Weng stood aside and watched, not knowing what to say.
Huashan
"Shan'er, don't think about that person, it's all fate."
Ning Zhong looked at his daughter who was losing weight day by day and didn't know how to comfort her. After all, she has also been through that age, and this emotional thing is the most nerve-wracking.
Once the daughter's family is moved, it is not so easy to let go.
"Mom, I can't forget him, I can't forget him." Yue Lingshan lay in Ning Zhongze's arms and burst into tears.
She still remembered the praise he had given her when they first met, and his soft smile.
Ning Zhong patted Yue Lingshan on the back and sighed helplessly.
Jingzhou's death made this girl's heart feel like it was pricked with needles.
She doesn't know why God is so cruel to her? The relationship has just begun, and it withers before it has time to bloom.
That day, everything was so beautiful, and I thought I was one step closer to him.
After she was knocked unconscious that day, she was taken back to Huashan by her brothers.
Hundreds of people died in the golden basin washout in Hengshan, but only a few came back alive.
She heard from Yue Buqun that Jing Zhou was poisoned and had lost too much blood. When the demon sect's people arrived, he had already fallen to the ground and died.
After hearing the news, she felt like the sky was falling. Then she locked herself in the house and did not eat or drink for three days and nights. Later, others were worried about her. After breaking the door and going in, they found that she had fainted on the bed.
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