Nie Zhao had no intention of asking Jiang Yue to become a female scholar, so after the fight, she lay at home for three days before being sent to school again.
She looked at her clothes, which had been mended but were crookedly stitched. She smiled sweetly at Nie Zhao and circled around him, praising: "Third brother is so good. Third brother is so skillful."
Whatever Nie Zhao did was good in her eyes, so these words were extremely sincere. Nie Zhao knew that his craftsmanship was not good, but he was sincerely praised by Jiang Yue. Don't talk too much while eating.
Li Baoyin was probably stimulated. When Jiang Yue returned, her seat was empty.
Many students already knew that she was taken to the Li family by Nie Zhao to seek justice, but they did not believe that Jiang Yue could beat Li Baoyin. They thought that Nie Zhao had succeeded, but they turned into Jiang Yue through false rumors.
The boy sitting behind her reached out and tentatively pulled Jiang Yue's hair to see if she would resist. Before he could react, Jiang Yue had already picked up the book and hit him hard on the head. Being hit so hard that he felt dizzy, when he met Jiang Yue's eyes, he felt like he was seeing Nie Zhao for a moment.
He sat back down, not daring to move again.
The two people made quite a fuss, and everyone looked at each other in shock.
In just three or four days, why did Jiang Yue change so much? From being the most cowardly little lady in the entire academy, she became so fierce.
However, because of this, they also had a new sense of calculation in their hearts, and they no longer dared to do anything outrageous to her at will.
Jiang Yue had the most stable life since she entered school.
Only now did she realize that what the third brother said was right. Resistance might not necessarily lead to good results, but if she didn't resist, the situation would only get worse. If the third brother was willing to support her, then all she had to do was be brave.
However, everything is not going as planned. For example, her foundation is too poor. The two students in the Youth Class combined are not as good as her who can't even write her own name. She still can't understand what the husband is talking about. Those arithmetic lessons were like sounds from outside the world to her. Even though she had diligently consulted her teacher after class, the results were still minimal.
She held her chin and stared at the book, wishing she could see the flowers.
A few students came in laughing and joking. Her train of thought was interrupted, and she frowned subconsciously but didn't say anything.
One of them suddenly stopped moving, his facial features wrinkled together, and he scratched his neck and stomach desperately: "It suddenly felt so itchy."
The students who were messing with him gathered around to check, "Did you get bitten by some bug just now?"
"Ah! It's not a bug, it seems to be a water sore!"
One of them shouted, and a stone stirred up a thousand waves. Everyone looked at the student with water sores in horror and ran outside one after another.
The student looked at everyone blankly, a little at a loss.
Although water sores are not as dangerous as smallpox, they are no less transmissible than smallpox. They are especially spread among children. Children with water sores will have blisters all over their bodies, which are extremely itchy. If they are not taken care of carefully, they will leave ugly scars. .
When the college learned of the news, it quickly sent two students from the Youth Class home and burned moxa and incense to prevent water sores from spreading among the students.
Jiang Yue had just gone to school for a few days, and she took her pile of odds and ends with her on vacation again.
Nie Zhao learned that the academy had boils and it was not safe for him at his age. He hurriedly took Jiang Yue out and smoked a lot of mugwort before letting her in.
Jiang Yue choked and coughed. She didn't eat much for dinner. She fell asleep half way through the night. Her throat was dry and hoarse. She poured herself some water in the dark. Unexpectedly, her hand shook and the cup rolled to the floor. Nie Zhao squinted his eyes in response and looked at her while half asleep. At one glance, his expression suddenly turned cold.
He called her name, and Jiang Yue turned back blankly. Nie Zhao looked at her carefully in the moonlight, and hurriedly lit the lamp. Seeing that her cheeks were flushed, he lifted her chin, and there were indeed a few red spots suddenly appearing on her neck.
"Does it itch?"
It wasn't itchy at first, but after he reminded her, Jiang Yue really felt itchy. She couldn't help but raise her hand to scratch the affected area, but Nie Zhao pressed it down.
"Scratching your face will leave scars." He put the back of his hand on her forehead, and it was indeed slightly hot. She had a low fever, and it was undoubtedly a water sore.
She was already weak, and following him, although she had no worries about food and drink, she was not able to make up for it. He had been worried about the water sores in the afternoon, but now that they had developed at night, he felt much more relieved.
It was a hot summer night, and the window was wide open. The cool breeze slowly penetrated into the small room. Nie Zhao quickly closed the door and window and pushed her to the bed. She had boils and could not blow the wind, see light or water.
Jiang Yue was still confused and didn't quite understand what was happening.
"You have boils," he explained.
When Jiang Yue heard this, she pursed her lips and pretended to cry. Nie Zhao covered her mouth and pointed her face towards the roof: "Don't let your tears fall. They will leave scars if they get wet."
"Third brother, do I know how to pass it on to you?" Jiang Yue took a deep breath, held back her tears, and looked at Nie Zhao eagerly, "You can go out."
The third brother was so good-looking, but if he left scars, it wouldn't be worth it. Even she couldn't help but feel distressed.
"Me?" Nie Zhao hesitated. She didn't know what she looked like in the past, but now, her eyes are still very beautiful, with clear black and white. When she raises her eyes and looks at people with tears in her eyes, I feel pity for them. It makes people feel soft.
He pursed his lips and said in a strange way, "I gave birth when I was young, and I won't give birth again."
"Really?"
"Really." Nie Zhao narrowed his eyes.
Jiang Yue was also itchy and wanted to scratch her hand. Nie Zhao held her hand and pressed it down. He wanted to see if there were any water sores inside and help her get some medicine, but suddenly he thought that although she was still a little bean sprout, she still had sores. It was really a daughter's house, so this was not appropriate for him, so he just helped her straighten her clothes.
"Don't move! You will cry if you leave a scar." He warned Jiang Yue again that this place is not Gyeonggi, but a remote Zhucheng. If there is a scar, where can she find good medicine?
Jiang Yue's greatest advantage was that she was obedient, and she listened to Nie Zhao's words the most. She really endured it and stopped moving obediently. The itch only became more and more painful. She couldn't help but moan, and she pursed her lips to stop crying.
Nie Zhao was helpless by her troubles. While accusing her of being squeamish and unable to bear such things, Nie Zhao wetted the handkerchief with well water, sat on the edge of the bed, yawned, and iced her itchy skin through her clothes. Inch by inch, being extremely careful not to let the water touch her skin.
When he turned Jiang Yue over, he discovered a small, crescent-shaped birthmark on the back of her neck. He touched it with his fingertips and thought that her name probably came from this birthmark.
If Nie Zhao really wanted to do something well, he would do it extremely carefully. When Jiang Yue was feeling drowsy and uncomfortable, she used the light to see him holding his loose hair behind his back, with a few stray strands His hair fell down on his cheeks, and he was wearing a light green shirt. In the swaying candlelight, he looked like an immortal. The area he had iced was no longer itchy as before and was very comfortable.
Jiang Yue had never experienced this kind of meticulousness and patience even from her mother.
Her mother was very cold to her and didn't like to talk to her. She always sat in front of the loom, hitting her mouth, palms, and back with a board, and looking at her with cold and deep eyes. She only heard the news from her brother. Only when that rare smile appears on that dignified face, not to mention taking care of her during her illness?
She always felt that her mother didn't love her, probably because people in the family always commented that she was not like her mother and father, nor was she like her grandmother.
Her hot tears rolled down the ends of her eyes and fell on the pillow. Nie Zhao quickly wiped them away for her, with a hint of impatience in his tone: "I told you earlier, don't cry. Crying will leave scars, and you won't die of ugliness... ...Where is it itchy again?" He thought Jiang Yue was crying because it was itching on her body, so he gently patted the spot on her back where the water sore was through her clothes, "Is this better?"
Jiang Yue's brain was probably burned out. She grabbed Nie Zhao's hand, shook her head, and said in a tearful tone: "Third brother, it would be great if you were my mother."
Nie Zhao: "..."
He was silent for a long time, almost unable to figure out what was in Jiang Yue's mind, water?
"Being your mother, you really dare to think about it." Nie Zhao tugged at the corner of his mouth, thinking in confusion, and placed the dried medicine in front of her with a bang. "Drinking medicine is stupid to begin with. Don't make yourself even more stupid when you have a fever."
After he finished speaking, he got up and went to the kitchen, and came back with a small plate of preserves, ready to be mixed with her medicine. As soon as he entered the door, he saw her raising her head and drinking the medicine without changing her expression, without even frowning. Suddenly, the stack of candied fruits in his hand seemed extra unnecessary, and Nie Zhao felt sad for her.
"Isn't it bitter?" He put the candied fruit in front of her and asked.
"It's not bitter." Jiang Yue said obediently, holding the bowl and putting it aside. "When I'm ready, I'll wash the dishes."
Nie Zhao twisted a sour plum and stuffed it into her mouth. His expression was a little more complicated. She could endure hardship, which was completely different from him.
He couldn't help but think of the time when he was about the same age as her. In order for him to take a bowl of medicine, he had to put at least eight kinds of preserves from "Sanweitang", the most famous preserve store in Beijing. The eldest brother, sister-in-law, second brother and sister-in-law, and His nephew Chu Feng took turns to coax him, and the medicine was reheated twice before he reluctantly gave him a sip and a mouthful of candied fruit. After finishing the medicine in trouble, the whole family was very happy for his "heroic taking of the medicine". Add praise.
Nie Zhao lowered his eyes, twisted another plum, and fed it to her: "This plum is not delicious. When you are ready, I will buy you another one."
Jiang Yue didn't know that his thoughts were changing all the time. She only knew that she wanted to have more delicious plums. She smiled stupidly with a burning red face: "Third brother is so kind to me."
She didn't live a good life, not before, and she doesn't have it now. Buying her a candied fruit is just a favor to her, but she doesn't know what a life is like for a person who is truly pampered by thousands of people. That is a good life.
Nie Zhao touched her round head: "I don't know, is this good?...Okay, go to sleep." He covered Jiang Yue with a quilt.
Just as Jiang Yue lay down with her eyes closed, Nie Zhao suddenly remembered something and called her up quickly: "I just ate some candied fruit. Rinse your mouth before going to bed! Otherwise, you will have a toothache when you get up tomorrow."
