Lin Rufei started coughing again.
This time, it didn't help to drink any medicine, the layers of itching overflowed from his throat, causing him to shake his thin shoulders uncontrollably.
Lin Bianyu sat beside the bed and looked at his frail younger brother, and told the maid Yurui to go to the pharmacy to get some flower dew back.
Flower dew is a medicine for cough, but it hurts stomach qi, so unless it is very serious, it is generally not used on Lin Rufei.
Not today, but not anymore. Lin Rufei's throat was full of sweetness. He tried to suppress the rust smell coming up, but he was unsuccessful, so he could only use the silk scarf in his hand to press it against his lips. With a violent shaking of her shoulders, Lin Rufei finally caught her breath and rolled up the silk scarf, trying to hide it. However, how could Lin Bianyu be so fooled? He stretched out his hand and snatched the silk scarf, and saw a dark red mark on the silk scarf.
Seeing this scene, Lin Bianyu pursed her lips, and her eyes darkened.
Lin Rufei wanted to say something, but Lin Bianyu made a silent gesture, indicating that he did not need to speak. Lin Rufei knew that her second brother was unhappy. When he was unhappy, he always had the same expression. He wanted to persuade, but he coughed continuously, and in the end he could only give up with a wry smile.
Fu Hua stood beside the bed, although she didn't say a word, her face was equally ugly.
Yurui came back quickly, holding the flower dew from the pharmacy in her hand.
Lin Rufei drank the flower dew, and the breath in her chest finally eased a lot, and the itch in her throat gradually dissipated.
"Go out and let him rest." Lin Bianyu got up.
Fuhua Yurui responded in a low voice, bowed her head and stepped back.
Lin Bianyu helped Lin Rufei tuck up the quilt and backed out.
Lin Rufei leaned against the head of the bed with a sullen expression. In a trance, he seemed to hear a loud noise, but it was not real, it seemed like it was just his hallucination.
Lin Rufei raised her eyes to look at the window. In order to prevent the wind, the window had been closed by floating flowers, so she could not see the courtyard or the spring scene.
He is like a mackerel trapped in a dry rut, and can only be trapped in this world.
I don't know how long I slept, Lin Rufei heard the sound of someone walking in the room. He raised his eyes halfway, and saw Fu Hua came in with a water basin in the dark. He carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead for him, and his eyes were full of worry. , Seeing him wake up, he forced a smile, and softly called the son.
Lin Rufei asked, "What time is it?" As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was extremely hoarse. He thought that he had coughed so hard just now that he even broke his throat.
"It's time for you, do you want something to eat, young master?" Fu Hua asked warmly.
Lin Rufei shook her head and said, "Open the window, the room is a little stuffy."
"But it's about to fall into the night, and the wind is a bit strong." Fu Hua said, "Young master finally stopped coughing. If the wind blows, I'm afraid it's going to happen again."
Lin Rufei said sullenly, "I don't want to eat."
After drinking the flower dew, although the cough has stopped, he has no appetite now, and even the thought of food makes him feel sick to his stomach.
Fu Hua bit her lower lip, and did not say any more words of persuasion.
Although Lin Rufei slept for a long time, she was still very tired, so she asked Fu Hua to go down, saying that she wanted to rest alone.
Fu Hua nodded in response, quietly withdrew, and the room fell silent again.
Lin Rufei leaned on the pillow, her eyes half-drooping. He wasn't sleepy, but his body wasn't strong enough to even raise his hand.
The sun was about to set, and the setting sun shone through the cracks in the windows and sprinkled on the ground.
Lin Rufei's eyes slowly closed, her breathing was weak, and she closed her eyes to rest. However, in a trance, he had a strange illusion that someone... seemed to be in the room.
Lin Rufei opened her eyes and saw a crimson melt in the sunset. The windows in his house were opened at some point, and warm light enveloped most of the room. In the light, someone was sitting in front of the table by the window facing him. He was dressed in red, had black hair, and had two black swords, one long and one short, on his waist.
Lin Rufei was stunned and opened her mouth: "You—"
He wants to ask who you are.
However, the man in red opened his mouth first, his voice was low, with a bit of laziness, he asked Lin Rufei, "Is there any wine?"
It was a ghost, but Lin Rufei actually responded to the man's words and said, "What kind of wine?"
"Any kind of wine is fine." The man's hand rested on his chin, "Peach blossom wine is the best."
From this angle, Lin Rufei could only see half of the man's profile, but that was enough. The man was born extremely beautiful, the corners of his eyes were long and narrow, it should be a pair of extremely beautiful phoenix eyes, the long eyebrows slanted into the temples, the nose was hanging like a gall, if you only look at the face, it is really a bit indistinguishable between males and females. However, with such a man's appearance, and wearing a red dress, he does not appear feminine at all, but has sharp edges and corners, and has an elegant temperament, which makes people dare not give birth to a blasphemous heart.
Lin Rufei wanted to cough again. He covered his mouth and said in a low voice, "Where did you come in... how did you come to my room?"
The man said, "Is there no wine? If there is no wine, I will leave."
Lin Rufei was dumbfounded, and she was dumbfounded by the man's natural attitude. The most bizarre thing was that the man said these words, which did not make people feel abrupt, but gave birth to a sense of guilt that if he couldn't satisfy him Come.
"Floating flowers." Lin Rufei said.
"Sir." Fu Hua replied from outside the house.
"Is there any wine?" Lin Rufei asked again.
"Wine?" Fu Hua was inexplicable, "Does the son want to drink?"
Lin Rufei said, "Bring me a pot, preferably peach wine."
Although Fu Hua was at a loss, she still listened to Lin Rufei's instructions and took a pot of unopened peach blossoms. Lin Rufei's body is frail, so things like wine are naturally seldom contaminated, but drinking is elegant, Lin Rufei occasionally drinks a drink when she is in good health.
However, Lin Rufei was still ill at the moment, why would she suddenly want to drink, Fu Hua was very strange. She took the wine and warmed it up with hot water. Then she knocked on the door lightly and brought the wine into the house. She saw that Lin Rufei, who was still very ill just now, was in good spirits, sitting on the head of the bed. Staring at the wide open window.
"Sir." Fu Hua said.
Lin Rufei turned around and asked Fu Hua to put the wine on the table, and Fu Hua did as she did, but Lin Rufei noticed something was different. Obviously, the man in red was sitting at the table by the window, but Fu Hua walked over as if the man had nothing, put down the wine in his hand, and said in a low voice, "Young master is ill, it is not appropriate to drink alcohol."
"I know." Lin Rufei blinked, "I don't drink it, you can put the wine away and go out."
Fuhua felt that her son was very strange, but before she asked, Lin Rufei said, "Go and cook some millet porridge and prepare some side dishes, I'm a little hungry."
As soon as Lin Rufei said she was hungry, Fu Hua put her doubts behind her, hummed with joy, and ran out quickly with her skirt up. She originally thought that Lin Rufei would eat something only tomorrow. Now that I suddenly have the spirit, it is naturally a better thing.
The man in red didn't even look at Fu Hua, he put the wine in his hand, he raised his glass and poured it, and drank it in one gulp.
The wine is a newly brewed peach wine from floating flowers. It uses flowers from the peach forest at the foot of the mountain. The wine has a sweet taste and some unique bitterness and clarity of peach blossoms. It is very suitable for drinking alone in spring.
"Who are you?" Lin Rufei remembered something. He covered his right eye and said, "Are you the peach tree in my yard?"
The man said nothing, just drinking.
Seeing this, Lin Rufei didn't ask any more questions, and just watched the man drink cup after cup, until the jug had bottomed out, and he reluctantly put down the cup in his hand.
"Do you want another pot?" Seeing the reluctance in the man's eyes, Lin Rufei asked thoughtfully.
"No need." The man smiled, "Just a little drunk."
He tilted his head slightly, a faint smile appeared in those long and narrow phoenix eyes, and he asked, "Have you counted peach blossoms?"
This sentence has no beginning and no end, and it is very abrupt.
But Lin Rufei miraculously understood what the man meant. He said, "No." He sighed softly, "The peach blossoms in the yard won't bloom, only the pear blossoms will let me count them."
The night in early spring was cold and slow. He couldn't sleep, so he sat by the window and looked at the yard. The clouds were thick, there were neither stars nor moon, and there were a few lanterns hanging in the yard, not bright enough, but enough for Lin Rufei to see the trees in the yard clearly. Spring is here, and the treetops are full of lively flowers. Lin Rufei raised her neck and counted them one by one.
There are eight hundred and seventy-nine stamens on this pear tree. Lin Rufei remembered it in her heart, as if she had written down a secret that only she knew.
He likes peach blossoms, but the peach trees in his home refuse to bloom, so pear blossoms are also doable, so that he can comfort the long cool night.
The man smiled when he heard the words, his color was like spring flowers, which was particularly moving. He said, "Would you like to count the peach blossoms?"
Lin Rufei said, "I want to."
The man said, "Then let's go together." He suddenly stood up, his broad red sleeves swayed like a gorgeous flower, then turned around and stretched out his hand towards Lin Rufei who was lying on the bed, "Come with me. ."
Lin Rufei was about to say something, but the man didn't give him a chance to refuse. As soon as he grasped Lin Rufei's hand in front of him, his hand was colder than the sick Lin Rufei. It was a little colder, and the frozen Lin Rufei shivered slightly.
"Go," he said.
Lin Rufei's body rose into the air and flew out of the window, "Wait-wait-"
Men don't care at all.
Lin Rufei's eyes widened, her pale eyes were stunned, her hair fluttered messily in the night wind, and her other empty hand firmly grasped the collar of the person in front of her, afraid that she would just fall out of the air. go down.
The man laughed loudly and said, "Don't be afraid, there is me."
Saying so, he let go.
Lin Rufei breathed a suffocation, she thought she would fall just like this, but she found that she was stepping on something, and when she looked down, it was actually a saber on the man's waist.
Lin Rufei was a little dazed.
What is sword repair
It is Lin Minzhi's long sword that traverses the nine fields, and the high crown sweeps the Xuanqiang.
It is Lin Bianyu's full house, drunk with three thousand guests, and one sword frost and cold in the fourteen states.
Lin Rufei couldn't recognize the sword, couldn't lift it, and couldn't learn the sword. He was born in the sword school, but he was not a sword cultivator, but at this moment, under his feet, he was stepping on a sword that he thought he would never be able to touch. flying sword.
The wind was so loud in the air that Lin Rufei's clothes rustled, and with the man's laughter, he seemed to see thousands of flowers blooming in the depths of the night, but the flowers were different from the lonely ones in the courtyard. , the excitement is sour.
The sword is in the air, and the long journey is a thousand miles. Don't go in the first shift, and return in the second shift.
Lin Rufei felt relieved in her heart, she couldn't help laughing out loud, and suddenly wanted to drink a cup of warm peach blossom brew.
The author has something to say: Gong: If I don't show up again, the baby at home will really be hooked away by the coquettish goods outside...
Hahahaha I saw a god comment from a lovely reader yesterday, "Lin Rufei, alias Goujian, also called peach, nicknamed monkey"
Remarks: The sword is in the air, and the long journey is a thousand miles. Don't go in the first watch, and the second watch will be used from Lu Yan's poem "Quanju". "The long sword traverses the nine fields, and the high crown brushes the mysterious sky" from Zhang Hua's "The Strong Man" , "Three thousand guests are drunk with flowers in the hall, and fourteen states are frosted with one sword" from Guanxiu's "Giving Money to the Father".