The foggy and rainy south of the Yangtze River.
A pink girl walked through the market and the hustle and bustle with a pale pink oil umbrella, and finally stopped in front of a small yard.
She hesitated, but pushed the door open.
Two shabby indigo doors creaked and a layer of dust fell. The girl covered her sleeves and coughed gently, frowning slightly.
In front of us is a dilapidated yard. Flowers and plants grow to more than two feet high and are not repaired; The ancient well is not used and covered with moss; Green slate is also very slippery, so be careful at every step. Through the abandoned yard, the girl's eyes were fixed on a small room. That house is much better than the yard, at least it is clean. The girl gently separated the flowers and went into the house.
The room is dark and there is no light. The girl walked softly to the back room and then whispered, "Are you there, son?"
A moment later, I heard a faint sigh: "Who?"
The girl smiled and said, "Son, I am your doctor. My name is Mao Lilan. From today on, I will treat your illness. "
Her voice is sweet but not charming, with a touch of delicacy and tenderness, just like rice wine in his alley, with a sweet breath.
He also has a smile on his face. "Very good."
Mao Lilan was still a little surprised when I saw him. Although I heard from the master that the patient was very ill, I didn't expect this.
Thin boy lying in bed, white and transparent skin, even the pale blue blood vessels are clearly visible, handsome face weak and pale. Presumably, when Master saw this patient, he would only leave four words: terminal illness. Mao Lilan with a hint of unease in my heart, she is really not sure, can cure the man with the bright moon shining.
"Son, I will take your pulse." Mao Lilan sat by the bed, his long fingers clasping his white wrist.
What kind of pulse is that? Mao Lilan followed the master 14 years and never felt such a fragile pulse. It seems that if you try harder, you will never find any trace.
"It can't be cured." The boy noticed her surprise and said simply.
"No, I will definitely cure you." Mao Lilan's clear eyes suddenly showed a firm color, which looked like a child to a teenager.
Many years later, he will still think of this vision, this brilliant vision.
The boy's name is Kudou Shinichi.
The famous swordsman in Jianghu unfortunately broke into the forbidden area, made a taboo in Wulin, and became a medicine man in Tangmen.
The so-called medicine man is a living person who is used to test the efficacy of poison. Their life span is generally only 25 years old, and their death is extremely painful.
It is not surprising that a big drug faction like Tangmen drugged people. But he is a special witch doctor.
General medical people, death is the greatest glory. However, for him, death is the key to the lifeblood of Wulin.
The poison of Tangmen is the medicine of Lingyange.
Wulin peak.
In recent years, the status of Tangmen in Wulin has been rising, even surpassing Shaolin Wudang. The new head of Tangmen used the poison in the scenic spot as medicine, killing hundreds of people in a blink of an eye. People in Wulin are in a panic, so you can't live all day. The leader of Wulin and other sects bet with Tangmen that Tangmen poisoned people and Lingyange detoxified them. A year later, if this medicine man survives, Tangmen will lose, and if he dies, Tangmen will win. If Tang Men wins, he can continue to study methods. Tangmen lost and stopped studying immediately.
The pharmacist is Kudou Shinichi, and the disciple sent by Lingyange is Mao Lilan.
This was doomed to be a tragedy from the beginning.
With Mao Lilan's yard, it gradually became active. She set up a small pot under the eaves. Every morning or evening, the faint scent of medicine permeates, reflecting her delicate face and dizzy into a beautiful picture. Kudou Shinichi's illness still hasn't improved. She can only lie in bed, smelling the fragrance of this medicine and thinking about the woman who decocted it. Thinking about thinking, a shallow smile floated on the corner of my mouth.
The medicine is not delicious, and it is getting bitter. Kudou Shinichi frowned and looked apologetically at Mao Lilan to bring the medicine in. He felt a kind of unspeakable taste in his heart. Mao Lilan struggled to help him out of bed and whispered, "It's time to take medicine." He looked at the black Chinese medicine and smiled bitterly. After drinking it in one gulp, he shouted, "It's worse than yesterday's!" And Mao Lilan will use that pink sleeve to help him wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and say in a softer tone, "Tomorrow will not be bitter."
More than two months.
Mao Lilan finally gave up the strange and bitter prescription and changed some common aftercare drugs. The medicine is not bitter, and the new pain is coming again. Mao Lilan began to try acupuncture.
The small moxibustion needle glows a little silver and turns over at the fingertips. The boy's thin arm was placed in front of her, still pale and lifeless. She took a deep breath and seemed to have made up her mind. She inserted the moxibustion needle inch by inch into his acupoint, and he was shivering with pain. After all, the acupuncture method in Mao Lilan is still immature. If acupuncture is done well at one time, it can correctly prick three or four points. Kudou Shinichi also stopped complaining and made himself a target, trying again and again. Mao Lilan tried again and again, and failed again and again, leaving a scar on Kudou Shinichi's fair skin.
Because of illness, Kudou Shinichi can only sleep for two hours at most every night, and Mao Lilan is beside him, burning dim lights and turning over old medical books.
"Joe's point is behind the ear, the pulp point is under the jaw, and Yongquan point is …" She read softly, so seriously.
He just smiled at her and corrected her mistakes occasionally. She will return with a shy smile, such as the new lotus in May, which has an indescribable beauty.
With the passage of time, Mao Lilan's needling method has made great progress, and he seldom pricks the wrong acupoints. Kudou Shinichi's situation has improved slightly. Occasionally, he can sit up in bed and watch Mao Lilan's busy figure in the yard. It's already midsummer and the weather is very hot. Her pink clothes are often soaked with sweat, and her long black hair sticks tightly to her temples. Kudou Shinichi looked at her, the in the mind well some love dearly.
He wanted to protect her from the sun or bring a breeze, but he could do nothing but look at her.
The rain in the south of the Yangtze River always lingers. It rained for three or four days, but it didn't mean to clear up.
In such wet weather, the collected herbs soon produced pale green spots, so Mao Lilan had to go to the mountains three miles away to collect herbs with a bamboo basket and a hat every morning. Kudou Shinichi always falls asleep at dawn, and Mao Lilan leaves quietly at this time and comes back before he wakes up.
When Kudou Shinichi woke up that day, he didn't see the pink figure. It's raining heavily outside, mixed with lightning and thunder. His heart began to panic.
He knew that Mao Lilan was afraid of thunder. Every time before a thunderstorm, she would lie on his bed like a frightened little beast, holding his hand tightly, and her white fingers were often flushed. Kudou Shinichi enjoyed this moment, and only then did he feel that he was no longer the sickly son, but a swordsman standing by the sword, protecting his beloved woman in the sword. But now, Mao Lilan, who is timid, and Mao Lilan, who is afraid of thunder, are not with him or holding his hand, which makes him feel at a loss.
Where can she go in this weather? He called her name, but her voice was like a gnat and there was no response. He struggled to his feet and looked into the yard.
There is no one in the yard, only some flowers and plants that have been discounted by the wind and rain, silently hanging their heads. I can't find a pink figure in the green. His body suddenly felt a sharp pain, a terrible pain.
The storm is getting bigger and bigger, and the rain falls from the eaves like a waterfall and breaks into large pieces of spray. He looked at the indigo child a little blurry, but he couldn't see Mao Lilan curled up in a cave on the mountain three miles away.
She is afraid of thunder. There are only some wet herbs around me, and there is not even a dress that can keep out the cold. The pink shirt clung to her solidified skin, revealing a chill. She held the medicine basket helplessly and thought of the boy in white. He should be awake at this time, right? I'm not with him, so it will be more painful not to give him decoction in time. She read his name carefully, as if these four words brought infinite warmth and light.
The rain finally stopped and the thunder was less frequent. She just looked at the blue and white sky for a long time and finally made up her mind.
She didn't know why she was so timid and ran back despite the wind and rain, and she didn't know why she would rather get wet than let the boy suffer any more. She just wants to go back as soon as possible, feel his weak pulse and fry him a bowl of bitter medicine.
When she hurried back to the quiet yard, she saw the pale boy holding the bed and trying to stand up. Sweat dripped from the forehead, the veins stood out suddenly and violently on the slender arm, the lips were pinched to death, and the expression was more painful. She ran over screaming.
When Kudou Shinichi saw Mao Lilan, there was a trace of joy on his face. She finally came back. He smiled faintly and then fell down quickly.
Mao Lilan quickly hold his body. At this time, the teenager quietly closed his eyes and his long eyelashes hung down slightly, forming a hazy picture. His thin angular face with a satisfied smile, like a newborn baby, pure and flawless.
"Why are you doing this? I am too old to get lost. " Mao Lilan wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. He was very upset.
He slept for three days.
Mao Lilan sat quietly by the bed and gently shook his fan to drive away the sultry and annoying mosquitoes in summer. She looked at his peaceful sleep and felt a great satisfaction in her heart. He can finally have a good sleep.
Late summer.
Teenagers are no longer satisfied with lying in bed, but eager to get out of bed. Mao Lilan reluctantly refused his request. Judging from the last time he forced himself out, it was absolutely impossible. The boy's eyes were full of entreaties, which made her uneasy.
"Well, I'll help you up in autumn."
Teenagers are satisfied. He really looks like a child. When he got his beloved toy, he obeyed obediently.
In this way, Mao Lilan still feels the pulse, acupuncture and decoction every day, and his life is calm and peaceful. This in Mao Lilan's eyes, faintly with the taste of home.
It's autumn.
Mao Lilan found a crutch and helped the boy out of bed. Kudou Shinichi's forehead was still dripping with sweat, and the white dress that would never be polluted also left a little sweat stain. He doesn't care at all, and his eyes are full of perseverance. Mao Lilan helped him out of the hut with a wry smile.
This step is extremely difficult. Kudou Shinichi's body fell several times, but was held by Mao Lilan. The sunshine in early autumn still carries the afterheat of summer, and soon, the pink light skirt is soaked with sweat. Two embarrassed people helped each other out of the yard.
Kudou Shinichi looked at the empty path outside the yard. At the end of May, he passed this path in a carriage and was carried into this courtyard gate. He still remembers the crying of the nurse who sent him here, helpless and distressed.
He is an orphan. There was a fire at home when he was born. He escaped under the protection of a nurse, and all his family members were buried in the fire. Everyone in the town said that he was a lone star in Dreadwind, doomed to be lonely, but the wet nurse didn't believe him and took care of him all the time. /kloc-When he was 0/0 years old, he learned martial arts from Jianghu people who were artists and entered Jianghu. /kloc-at the age of 0/5, he is already a famous young swordsman, wearing a white silver sword and defeating countless masters. It's a pity that he was young and energetic, but he just broke into the forbidden area of Wulin, which angered the nine masters and led to today's end.
He leaned against the wall, infinitely desolate.
Mao Lilan frowned at him and said nothing.
She knew his loneliness, so she couldn't bear to disturb him. She just needs to stay with him and bring him a warm smile.
"Master Kudo, I want to go back to Lingyange."
"Why?" Kudou Shinichi reluctantly turned to look at her.
"I went back to see if there are any herbs that can be used. Rest assured, one day is enough. "
Kudou Shinichi was silent for a long time and said, "Good."
"I leave tonight and come back tomorrow afternoon. I decocted the medicine for you, remember to drink it. " She looked at him with a shallow smile, but there was a trace of apology in her tone.
"I see."
At the beginning of the lights, Mao Lilan walked out of the yard with a small bag and walked in the direction of Lingyange. Kudou Shinichi lay in bed, watching her petite figure gradually disappear at the end of the field of vision. I'm alone again.
The next evening, Mao Lilan returned.
"Tell you a good news, I found a cure for your disease!" The girl's face is a surprise, and a faint red cloud floats on it.
"What?" Young light way.
"I can't tell you now, but don't worry, I will save you!" Her eyes sparkled with color, as at first sight.
The boy smiled faintly.
I don't know what Mao Lilan added. This medicine has a slight sweetness and its color has changed a little. Kudou Shinichi still has a bowl every morning, a bowl at noon and a bowl at night, but her pain seems to have eased.
"What medicine did you add?"
"No ... nothing, just herbs in the pavilion."
The teenager looked at her obviously guilty expression and said nothing.
The weather is getting colder every day, and the rustling autumn wind makes the flowers wither and the green grass turn yellow. Since autumn, Kudou Shinichi's illness has become more and more serious. Fortunately, he has been conditioned by drugs and will not return to his original appearance. And Mao Lilan, somehow, is getting paler and paler, without the rosy luster of the past. Asked her, she only said that she was overworked and had just had a rest. The teenager obviously felt something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.
After all, she is a doctor, so she will be fine.
Winter will come soon.
It hardly snows in the south of the Yangtze River, and the weather is not as cold as in the north. Mao Lilan moved the medicine stove into the room, and the blue light flashed, and the room was filled with medicine incense. Kudou Shinichi watched her take medicine, boil medicine and taste medicine, with a gentle smile on her face. Mao Lilan turned and touched his eyes, and a piece of Xia Hong immediately flew up on his white face.
On such a day, Mao Lilan seldom goes out. He goes out to buy medicine once a week and spends the rest of the time in the hospital. There are fewer servants in charge of bathing the young master these days. After all, it's winter and I sweat less. Kudou Shinichi is not a neat freak, so he doesn't care much. But Mao Lilan didn't want her patients to be untidy all the time, so she made a basin of water to wash his hair.
Kudou Shinichi naturally refused, but her strength was weak, so she had to go.
Mao Lilan untied the teenager's hair, and her long black hair hung down and gently brushed her neck. Her face is reddish, and her long hair is scattered in the water, much like a beautiful hibiscus.
The girl's slender fingers wandered between the teenagers' hair. Although the technique is not skillful, it is very comfortable. A faint fragrance diffuses, with a vibrant flavor. The teenager closed his eyes and grinned.
"All right!" Mao Lilan helped the teenager straighten his hair with his comb, and then put a mirror in front of the teenager.
The person in the mirror has long hair, fine eyes, red lips and white teeth, but his face is pale and lifeless, and his black pupils are bottomless.
"If the young master is in good health, he must be very popular with girls." Mao Lilan covered her lips with sleeves and laughed.
"So, you too?" Kudou Shinichi suddenly gave an evil smile and looked at the girl with malicious intent.
"You ..." Mao Lilan blushed and turned and ran out.
After all, there are not many days to laugh and play like this. More often, Kudou Shinichi is suffering from illness, while Mao Lilan is worried day and night.
In the distant time, the handsome face of the young man faded a little, but he was still elegant and calm, always with a clear smile like the moon. This makes Mao Lilan's heart drop a little bit, and here is the abyss of endless pain.
Yuehua is like water.
Mao Lilan sat beside Kudou Shinichi's bed, tucking in the quilt gently. Since winter, Kudou Shinichi has rarely slept peacefully for a while, always sweating, frowning and enduring great pain. Mao Lilan let him take requiem grass, this just closed his clear eyes. Mao Lilan looked at his sleepy face and smiled. If you do, I won't regret it.
It's warm and cold at first sight.
Jiangnan in late winter and early spring has warm colors, and winter is no longer monotonous and lazy. Kudou Shinichi's body has also improved, and his face is ruddy. Mao Lilan saw it in his eyes and enjoyed it in his heart. He walked in and out with a happy smile. But sometimes she is a little sad. After all, summer is coming and the year is coming to an end.
From then on, I'm afraid I'll never see this boy again. Every time I think about it, her vision is a little blurred.
Some things, whether Kudou Shinichi or Mao Lilan, are well aware.
Some things, whether Kudou Shinichi or Mao Lilan, are silent.
Perhaps, there is no need to say it.
I don't know where Mao Lilan got the panacea. Just after the middle of spring, Kudou Shinichi can walk around on crutches by himself. Just not for too long at a time, otherwise the pain will be unbearable when you get sick. He walked step by step through the hut and yard. Although he looks a little embarrassed, he walks like a walk and looks indifferent. Mao Lilan smiled at him while decocting medicine, his eyes full of pity.
Some things happen too suddenly.
Kudou Shinichi walked across the yard on crutches as usual. The difference is that it's still early. If it is normal, he may fall asleep under the requiem. Mao Lilan should be sorting out herbs in the backyard at this time. He smiled and walked to the backyard.
He came at a bad time.
That I saw such a painful scene.
Mao Lilan still sat there quietly, his back to his eyes. A bright knife shadow reflected cold light through the pink clothes. The slender jade finger held the handle tightly, but did not tremble, as if doing an ordinary thing. Shu 'er, that knife light cut a thin wound on the left wrist. Then, deep red blood oozed from the wound and then flowed into a line. Mao Lilan put down the blade, picked up a delicate small bowl and put it under her wrist. Soon, the bleeding stopped and the small bowl was half red.
Kudou Shinichi clearly smelled the familiar sweet fragrance.
His mind is a mess.
Legend has it that there is a strange man in the world whose blood has a strange smell, which can cure all diseases and bring him back to life. However, such strange people only exist in legends, and their blood cannot be regenerated, that is, the amount of blood in their bodies is limited. Therefore, even if there are such people in the world, they will not sacrifice their lives to save others.
Maybe, Mao Lilan is a person with this blood?
If it is true, then his condition is gradually improving, and Mao Lilan's face is getting paler and paler, which can be explained.
Kudou Shinichi dare not continue to think about it. My health is at the expense of hers. I tried my best to give her happiness, but I still hurt her.
He burst into tears. Tears hung coldly on his cheeks and hobbled along with unspeakable sadness.
Mao Lilan turned a blind eye to all this. She poured the bowl of blood into the medicine, then gently stirred it with a spoon and put some herbs to cover up the smell of blood. In fact, her blood has only a faint smell of blood, and the real smell of blood is very weak, but she is still afraid that the careful Kudo master will taste something strange and refuse her medicine. She applied some healing medicine to the wound, which is the secret recipe in the cupboard. Scar can be eliminated in less than half an hour. Such bloodshed has made her used to it. What she has to do now is to try her best to cover up the traces and not let Kudou Shinichi find out.
Kudou Shinichi silently turned and left the backyard. He knew that Mao Lilan was willing to give his precious blood for him day after day. He hurt her too much to realize her wish. His steps are heavy and firm, as if he had made a very important decision.
Stop suffering for me. Me, not worth it.