"Oops! They are all thick yellow drops. Cough more drops. Come on, slow down..."
Xiang Zheng hurriedly helped, kicking the basin closer to the bed, supporting Xiang Zhong, and gently patted his back. After the violent coughing passed and his breathing became steady, he helped him lie down again. , then take the water glass next to him and use a spoon to replenish him with water one by one.
Watching the groggy Xiang Zhong, Xiang Zheng tossed back and forth for half a night. Finally, he was so tired that he lost all strength. He sat down beside Xiang Zhong's bed and watched. Unknowingly, his eyelids became more and more painful. It got heavier and heavier, and finally, I fell asleep.
At this time, Xiang Zhong, in the struggle with the damaged body, exhausted his energy, gradually gave up the resistance, and his consciousness became blurred...
Still during this period of confusion, Xiang Zhong's consciousness went to the place that was also confused and chaotic: there were stars everywhere, intertwined light and darkness, still disorderly and numerous, rushing toward him, unable to dodge. .
He flew very fast, as if he were a human satellite. Among the stars, he kept flying towards the light in the distance, flying faster and faster, flying faster and faster...
This speed frightened me at first, and I didn't dare to open my eyes. But after flying for a long time, I gradually got used to this speed, and started to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the starry sky around me, especially when I stared at the furthest distance. Even though he is surrounded by the bright stars, he still thinks that his current speed is too slow and wants to fly faster.
Suddenly, a burst of light swept by like the tail of a comet, passing through in a bright and dazzling arc. Those transparent gravels as hard as ice turned into layers that had been shaved, flat as leaves and sharp as sharp arrows. All kinds of shapes were swept towards him.
He felt the skin on his face being scratched by countless sharp knives. It was a feeling that the skin was full of moisture and was suddenly cut open and "bloomed". It was not painful, and was followed by a gurgling warm, salty, soft liquid. From these "cracks", slowly flowed out, gathered together, and quickly condensed into bulges one after another, blocking those exits. Some were blocked, and some were still being covered by more blood flowing out. Crush.
Until the blood covered my eyes and blocked my sight, I didn't feel any pain at all. It seemed that the path of the pain nerves had been blocked, and I could only passively feel the intense "crittal impact" of those who were hit by the comet fragments. touch.
"Still want to leave? How is it possible? Let's see what happens if you escape! It's better to go back! Go back! Go back..."
He heard a man's deep voice, which seemed to have a slightly mocking laugh, constantly calling him to "go back."
"You can't escape, you can't escape, you can't escape..."
Xiang Zhong didn't know where he was escaping: from the sick Xiang Zhong, from the place being chopped up by the comet's tail, or from the "scavenged" train car, or from From... I can't tell. No matter how he escapes, there is always another more complicated fate waiting for him to face.
"I know you are in pain, so even though your whole body is injured, I still don't make you feel any pain. Do you want to thank me? Hahahaha..."
The man's voice was still surrounding his ears. It seemed that all the words were spoken only to him, and even if he couldn't see clearly, he would never be able to hear them clearly. These words, every word, were so clear. It was clear and defensible, and it was burned in his brain in an absolutely considerate and heart-wrenching way: "go back, escape, pain."
"Get away!"
Xiang Zhong's fighting spirit was activated by anger. He clenched his fists and swung hard at the annoying sound that was so close to his ears.
"ah!"
Xiang Zheng, who was sleeping soundly on his side of the bed, was woken up by Xiang Zhong's sudden punch.
"Are you having a nightmare? Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here, brother is here!"
What Xiang Zhong thought was a "fierce punch" was just that he had just pushed out the blanket with a fist, and Xiang Zheng's sleeping head was "smashed" just at the position of that fist. ,
Xiang Zheng held Xiang Zhong's hot hand, which was full of sweat, and quickly wiped it dry for him, then stuffed it back into the quilt and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead again.
"..."
Xiang Zhong tried to say something grateful, but he just opened his mouth and couldn't make a sound. The words "go away" he just dreamed about, which he thought he had yelled with all his strength, were actually heard by Xiang Zheng. It was just a low moan, not really a "language" at all.
It seemed that even though I had escaped from that man's voice, I still couldn't escape the miraculous effect of Mrs. Xiang's "nectar". I couldn't rush into losing my voice. I still needed to recuperate.
I don’t know why, but at this time, Xiang Zhong became particularly fragile and shed tears easily: he was moved to the point of crying by Xiang Zheng’s meticulous care; he wanted to cry but couldn’t say anything even though he wanted to say it; he was cut all over his body in a dream and was bruised. , was ridiculed by a man, and was unable to resist, I still wanted to cry; being plotted openly by Mrs. Xiang and being unable to speak made me want to cry even more... Putting these many factors together, this fifteen-year-old boy only had There was only one emotion left to express: the tears seemed to have burst the dam and kept flowing.
"It's so hard, isn't it? Just bear with it! Just take a nap and you'll be fine. Don't worry, don't be afraid. I'll be here with you."
Seeing Xiang Zhong crying, Xiang Zheng, who had always been calm, became confused. In addition to wiping his tears, he held his hand tightly, conveying the unique strength between brothers - although this was not It comes from the bloodline, but it has already been the intersection of souls, and the sincere care is like family love.
It's obviously a good thing that the brothers are so harmonious, but Mrs. Xiang doesn't think so. She chose this opportunity to make Xiang Zhong's condition worse because she didn't want to see her eldest brother crowned. She didn't like this, but she didn't like it. Xiang Zhong, who far surpasses his son in talent, learning and public knowledge, once again stole the limelight by taking advantage of this opportunity to be crowned with Xiang Zheng.
More importantly, Hua Yuan, the fourth assistant to the government, has the right to decide what the title of the eldest son will be when he succeeds to the Xiang family. He has long been optimistic about the son of the Xiang family. Whoever can win his favor will naturally be given a higher title. Now, Throughout the Song Dynasty, there were rumors that Xiang Zhong was an outstanding literary talent and was known as "Wenzi" in the world. Naturally, this would also spread to the ears of your master. Mrs. Xiang just wanted to take this opportunity to "gift" to her eldest son so that Master Hua You could recognize her son's martial arts skills and get a higher title. If he could enter the reserve team of the Six Ministers, , then in the future, Xiang Jia will have a rich future, and her own mother country, Zheng State, can also get as many benefits as possible because of this relationship.
What she can't tolerate the most is that Mrs. Xiang is simply incomparable to her in terms of family background and background. But she prefers the doctor and has all kinds of preferences for Mrs. Xiang, including her son Xiang Chong. , Xiang Ning, seemed to be able to please Dr. Xiang more, but Mrs. Xiang, who behaved modestly and courteously, with a "non-controversy" attitude in terms of etiquette and public opinion, won the most favor.
