Bright Moonlit Night

Chapter 37

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In late spring and early summer, Doctor Fang finally returned to Beijing.

After he went to the Salesian Bureau, he immediately rushed to the farmhouse in the suburbs of Beijing to take Fu Ming's pulse. After a long time, Lu Fei and Qian Lan looked at him anxiously, waiting for him to say a word. When he finally let go, he first sighed and then said: "It is said that illness comes like a mountain falling, and illness goes like a thread. In fact, illness comes like a flood, and the illness goes like a flood. I wanted to stop you first. This disease is going to be drained out a little bit. But it can't be stopped for a long time. If it is taken too slowly, it will only cause more floods and disasters. As for me, my medical skills are not good, and you are not good enough!"

Although Lu Fei and Qianlan didn't hear it clearly, they also knew the general situation, and their faces were not very good-looking.

Doctor Fang looked at them and asked, blowing his new long beard, "Why, you two girls are also sick?"

Lu Fei said anxiously: "Mr. Fang, what time is it, you still have the mind to joke. What happened to our son, what should we do?"

Fu Mingchao looked at them, motioned them to stay calm, and answered Lu Fei's question by himself: "It's impossible to hold back for a long time, which means that my disease can no longer be treated with gentle therapy, right? If it's too slow, it will take time. Over time, not only will it not heal, but it will get worse."

Doctor Fang nodded, "If you drag it on, you can drag it on for three years, five years, or even longer, but you definitely don't want to be sick all day long. So, the root cause has to be cured."

"How to cure the root cause?" Xiang Lan asked.

"I know this disease in my heart. It has been a long time, and the disease has entered the marrow. If I want to cure it, I will definitely involve myself. The risk is not small, right?"

Doctor Fang's expression became solemn, "You're right, you still have self-knowledge. To cure the root cause, you have to prescribe ruthless medicine. If the medicine gets rid of the disease, it's naturally good, but maybe your body can't take it anymore before the disease is cured. This may be a lose-lose, or both. I don’t speak well, but I have to make it clear, and you have to understand. It’s up to you to delay or cure.”

"I expected it to be like this." Fu Ming smiled, "There is no need to delay, let's take a gamble." These days, he has suffered enough from the pain. In the next few years, if he wants to do this or even more Unbearably spent, he would rather take his life as a bet and bet on life or death.

After Fu Ming made up his mind, Dr. Fang really settled here and started to do preliminary conditioning for Fu Ming to cure the root cause. Lv Fei and Qian Lan were even more devoted to serving them, wishing they could turn their painstaking efforts into medicine, wishing that their son could survive this disaster.

Fu Ming is less and less awake. Every time he wakes up from a coma, he has to work hard to write a letter. For Zhou Chengyan, for Tao Yang, for Qingsun, for Sun Zang, for Yanle... Then hand them over to Lu Fei, and explain that if she has bad luck and loses this game, she will let her Pass these letters to each recipient for yourself.

The last letter was written to Jin Yi, "If if, if he comes here to find me one day, then hand it over to him. If he doesn't come, that's all, and in a year, let's burn it."

After everything was explained, he took the medicine handed by Doctor Fang, drank it all without hesitation, and then lay down on the bed. The body, he has no feeling, only the dream is heavy, falling into it, like a bottomless pit, and it is difficult to wake up from it.

From spring to summer, all the flower mounds on the ground have been decomposed into mud. Jin's house began to send supplementary dowry gifts to Zhou's house. The main wife is different from the concubine's room, and the number of rituals is different, so it should not be taken lightly. The Zhou Mansion also added a dowry for the niece to be married.

The two houses are lively, and outsiders always want to ask a few words when they hear it. But it seems that the liveliness and people's words have nothing to do with Jin Yi. He devotes more attention to official business, is conscientious and diligent, and is more and more appreciated by the emperor and valued by the third prince.

When he returned to the house late every day, he would still go to the old lady's house to say goodbye. The grandparents and grandchildren became more and more speechless. The old lady's heart became more and more worried, but after thinking about it, there is always a time when people are discouraged, Over time, it will get better. Origin only saw the newcomer laugh. She believed that the arrival of Zhou Yuqing would definitely make Jin Yi open up again.

No one in the mansion mentioned Fu Ming anymore, except for Zhaoyan. It is said that children are immortal, but sometimes at night, Jin Yi goes to Zhaoyan's house to see him, and when he wakes up from a dream, he always takes Jin Yi's hand and murmurs: "Daddy, why didn't Daddy come to see him with you? Yan'er?" But in Japan, Zhao Yan never said such things in the face of others.

Not only did the old lady think so, but even Jin Yi wanted to forget it, thinking that if he could, they would all forget it.

In Xia Shenshi, Jin's residence seems to have finally come to peace. Jin Yi's promotion is another celebration.

He had sworn that he would never set foot in Fang Man Court again. But after the person was drunk, he forgot everything, and his footsteps seemed out of his control. As he walked, he came to the outside of the courtyard where there was only a moonlit sky.

The sound of the door slamming startled the perching crows on the tree, and they flew up from the branches. Jin was blinded with drunken eyes, and when he looked at the sound, he seemed to see a touch of white on the branches, like a single hibiscus blooming in the moonlight.

He walked over, stretched out his hand and took it off, but it was a handkerchief that he was familiar with. There was once a handkerchief that wiped his sweat with one hand. But there was a black mark on the handkerchief. He frowned and walked to the pool with the handkerchief, trying to wash off the black stain. The handkerchief was put into the water, and after rubbing it a few times, he seemed to smell a faint smell of blood.

Jin Yishou paused, and the person seemed to wake up. He stared blankly at the bloodstained handkerchief in his hand that had not been washed, and remembered that absurd dream. I remembered that when the evening fell that night, someone was standing under the tree over there waiting for him.

Did he really come? A dream is not a dream? Now that he has said goodbye, why does he still come? What happened to all that happened that night? Maybe he lost the handkerchief? But why with bloodstains

Jin Yi stood by the pool for a long time, thinking for a long time, his head hurt more and more, thinking about it later, he sneered, as if mocking his own mortality. He had experienced the feeling of being deprived of hope and completely disappointed. He had tasted it once and again, and he was extremely tired.

After the night, Jin Yi was still as usual. It's just that every time it was quiet at night, he would think of the handkerchief he had abandoned by the pool, and the bloodstain that had turned black turned bright red again, and the blood stinged his eyes.

He kept admonishing and persuading himself that different emotions were pulling him, making it difficult for him to fall asleep.

When he woke up again, he thought, well, let's go and have a look. There is actually no deep hatred between them, on the contrary, there is actually more affection than resentment. It's just that the relationship is empty now, so the resentment should be put down. Even if you can't be a couple or friend, you should at least say goodbye and send him a blessing. Only then can we truly let go of each other. I hope that in the future, no matter whether it is a good dream or a nightmare, it will no longer be born because of him.

He did not show his sincerity, but took back his sincerity, so that he would not be hurt again.

Jin Yi persuaded himself in this way, and on the next rest day, he rode his horse to the suburbs of Beijing.

When Jin Yi arrived, he found that the gate of the courtyard was locked. It was obvious that there was no one in the courtyard. Only a bunch of roses in the corner of the courtyard were blooming innocently and gorgeously.

He waited at the door for a long time, and when the shadow of the sun turned to the west, the farmers drove the cattle home one by one, and did not wait for the master to return. Did you move? He was going to ask someone.

Stopping a shepherd boy who was playing the piccolo horizontally, Jin Yi asked, "Child, have the people who lived here before moved out?"

The shepherd boy looked at him on the back of the cow, shook his head, nodded again, and replied, "Are you asking about a man with two girls?"

"It's them. Do you know where they've moved? Or, do your adults know?"

The shepherd boy returned again: "I don't know where the one who moved away has moved to. However, there is one I know where he is."

Jin Yi was surprised, "Some people moved, and some didn't?"

There was a little slyness in the shepherd boy's eyes, "Yes, the two big girls moved away. The big brother didn't leave, he was right there, you can see him when you cross this road and go to the mountain pass!"

Jin Yi was puzzled, but he decided to trust the shepherd boy for the time being, thanked him, and gave the shepherd boy a small piece of silver.

When Jin went to the mountain pass, the shepherd boy walked out with the silver ingot for a while, and then shouted again: "Master, this master!"

Jin Yi turned around when he heard the words, but the shepherd boy didn't know what to say, so he just waved his hand, and then played the piccolo and walked into the glow that smeared half of the sky.

Although he had already thought about the purpose of his trip when he came, but the closer he got to the person, Jin Yi could not contain the faster jumping and the slight suffocation in his chest. Possible responses, how he would respond, and so on, thinking about it as he walked. Gradually, I crossed the grassy trail to the mountain pass, followed the road and turned a few pieces of Bizi rock, Jin Dong saw a newly built tomb, under the influence of the rays of the sun, the monument on the stone in front of the tomb. The text is clearly visible - Fu Ming's tomb.

Simple, nothing else.