Su Qingluan didn't understand the look in those eyes for a moment, only feeling embarrassed and guilty about being caught peeping.
"Just... isn't my sister's acupuncture healed yet?" The change of topic was like a big split. It was so unnatural and obvious that as soon as the words came out, Su Qingluan turned into a quail with a shrinking neck, and Mu Xing Zhi chuckled with unknown meaning.
"We have to wait for about one more hour of incense, and we have to prescribe another decoction, which can be decoctioned with water three times a day starting from tomorrow." After saying that, Mu Xingzhi turned around as if nothing happened, and went to look for it. With paper and pen, and with the flickering light of the dim candle, I began to write prescriptions for Su Xueyan.
During this period, Su Qingluan looked at her sister's condition again. Although she was still in a comatose state, she was much calmer, her face was rosy, and she was not sneezing or shivering. Su Qingluan didn't think too much, she just thought it was Children themselves have a lot of firepower.
Seeing that her sister was out of the most dangerous situation, the tense nerves in Su Qingluan's mind relaxed. At this time, the surroundings felt surprisingly quiet, except for the brush in Mu Xingzhi's hand on the paper. The sound of walking on the street seemed to have silenced all other sounds.
Precisely because in this dim and quiet situation, people's perception of space and surrounding situations will be greatly reduced, thus creating the illusion that only oneself and the person who can capture the source of the sound exist.
This illusion will infinitely magnify some things that were originally ignored due to external reasons - such as the embarrassment of repeatedly peeking at others and being caught. Su Qingluan felt that her toes were a bit idle now and needed to do some infrastructure construction.
At this moment, Mu Xingzhi, who seemed to be concentrating on writing the recipe in front of him, suddenly asked without warning: "So what are you looking at?"
Su Qingluan: ...How can you come back with a shot? Hey! Isn’t this topic already covered? ! Su Qingluan was going crazy in her heart.
However, the first time he was able to use his sister's condition to divert the topic, but if he used his sister to block the gun every time, Su Qingluan would feel that this little girl was really "lying on the gun".
"Um..." Because he felt that his peeking behavior was really weird, and a poor explanation could easily lead to misunderstandings, Su Qingluan simply explained with a more "academic" feeling: "You know that my painting skills are actually pretty good, right? "
Mu Xingzhi never thought that she would mention this, so he smiled slightly: "Indeed, it is the most lifelike thing I have ever seen."
Su Qingluan looked at the man under the candlelight and sighed silently in her heart: This is the angle, this expression! How on earth can through the change of light, the handsome bookishness of the facial features and the soft and light smile become so... so...
After not finding any suitable adjective for a while, and Mu Xingzhi was still waiting for her explanation, Su Qingluan made a gesture in front of Mu Xingzhi's face: "Your appearance... the lines of your facial features. ...It gives me a different feeling than before.”
Mu Xingzhi raised his eyebrows and said with interest, "Oh? What's different?"
"I can't tell." Now that it was clear, Su Qingluan simply looked at it openly, frowning more and more, "Well, as expected, the light and shade of light can modify the lines as much as plastic surgery. It looks like your face looks like this. In this dim light, the lines on the noodles are completely different from the state of clear water noodles during the day."
"Clear water noodles?" Mu Xingzhi was stunned, "What kind of description is this? Is it possible that Qingluan is hungry at this time, so he thinks something in his heart and speaks something in his mouth?"
Su Qingluan waved her hand: "I was scared to death by that little girl. How can I feel hungry? I'm just talking about how your appearance makes people feel."
As she said that, she scanned Mu Xingzhi's face again: "I should have said before that although your facial features generally look a bit ordinary in terms of appearance, only your eyes are outstanding."
Mu Xingzhi recalled some of the previous conversations between the two of them: "It's true." Su Qingluan said this more than once, and it was a pity.
"But now under the brightness of this light, I feel that the lines of your eyes and face are not so abrupt—that is to say, your face and eyes feel more harmonious."
At this time, Su Qingluan suddenly thought of a very vivid metaphor in his mind, so he smiled and said: "What kind of feeling did your appearance give me before... It was one person's eyes on another person's face. Rong Shang... It is indeed a bit scary and weird to describe it this way, but it does give me this feeling."
If this were in modern society, Su Qingluan would have to wonder if this person had had plastic surgery on his eyes. After all, only his eyes were so outstanding. But in this day and age...
"You... there shouldn't be any evil techniques like face-changing here, right? For example, peeling off human skin and putting it on your face..." The more Su Qingluan described it, the more she felt a chill in her back. By the end, I scared myself so much that I couldn't speak anymore.
Originally, Mu Xingzhi's expression when he looked at Su Qingluan was still calm and unpredictable, but then he listened to her words and became more and more off-kilter, and his expression became more and more weird. In the end, he couldn't laugh or cry: "What on earth did you see again?" A strange drawing book? I'm not that cannibal, why would I skin someone?"
Su Qingluan patted his head: "You just think I'm talking nonsense. I haven't been clear-headed in the middle of the night, and it's also because my sister is sick and my brain is in a mess... By the way, how is my sister? "
Mu Xingzhi looked at the place where the needle was applied on Su Xueyan's body, checked her pulse, and removed the long needles one by one. Su Qingluan's heart skipped a beat when he saw it. But the little girl didn't know whether she was really sleeping soundly or not in pain. In short, she didn't even move much.
Mu Xingzhi pulled Su Xueyan's clothes back to their original shape, turned to Su Qingluan and said softly: "Now you can put the cloak on her."
kindness? "But when she gave the acupuncture before, her arms were not cold when she exposed them?"
Mu Xingzhi smiled with unknown meaning: "Maybe it will get cold now." As if to confirm his words, the little girl turned over on the Arhat couch and curled up into a ball like a little fat animal. Son, he looks a little pitiful.
Su Qingluan wanted to pick her up and go home, but was afraid of waking her sister up, so she gently put the cloak on her little sister's body, praying in her heart that her sister would wake up halfway.
Therefore, she belatedly discovered something. Song Bo, who was supposed to serve Mu Xingzhi, was nowhere to be seen tonight.
