"Li Zhan, you must take medicine well, rest well, and live well." The stinky boy who had gone away finally said another word, and then his mouth became poisonous again: "I am only responsible for taking care of you. I'm not responsible for sending you to the end."
Li Zhan was going to die of anger, but what was even more angry was that he didn't even have the energy to be angry now.
The breeze is gentle, the willow shadows are swaying, and the refreshing fragrance of jacaranda flowers is floating in the garden.
Li Zhan leaned back on the wheelchair, looking at the long-disappeared flowers and trails, and exhaled slowly, as if he would die if he tried hard.
"Grandpa."
A sweet and beautiful voice, wrapped in the intoxicating fragrance of flowers, floated into Li Zhan's ears accompanied by the gentle breeze.
Hearing the sound, Li Zhan turned his head slowly.
In the cabin, came out a little girl who was covered in red from head to toe and looked like a little red pepper.
She walked towards him while eating candied haws, and called him sweetly and politely: "Grandpa."
Grandpa Li Zhan: "..."
Murong Xing, who was approaching, bent slightly and leaned in front of Li Zhan, staring at him with his big black eyes without blinking: "Grandpa, you are so beautiful and young."
Such a beautiful and young grandpa: "..." He didn't want to keep this tone, he wanted to let that brat play the suona for him immediately and send him to heaven.
"Beautiful grandpa, you also have the taste of home." Murong Xing picked up a strand of silver thread scattered on Li Zhan's shoulder and looked at it, tilting his head thinking about something, as if wondering: "But why are you old? Are you sick?"
This is the intimate little padded jacket
Heh, he got sick of it.
Li Zhan was stunned, he didn't want to speak, not a word.
He moved his fingers slowly, wanting to button the mechanism on the wheelchair, and quickly get away from this disgusting little pepper who might kill him with a word at any time.
Who knows, just when he managed to move his hand to the cover, and stared back and forth at Xiaojiali for a long time, he suddenly reached out and took the hand he was about to press the cover.
"Beautiful grandpa, I also know how to feel the pulse. Let me show you." She took his hand and felt his pulse in a decent manner.
That small face showed a sophisticated and seasoned gesture of feeling the pulse, but that little hand was just... the whole little hand was wrapped around the back of his wrist.
This crappy, deadly pulse-taking gesture.
Li Zhan, who had no ability to resist at all, lost his breath in an instant and almost belched.
Not long, just two or three seconds.
Murong Xing let go of Li Zhan's hand, and then she bit her finger, put the bloody fingertips into his dying mouth, and said something like that: "Beautiful grandpa, you It's anemia, I'll share some of my blood with you."
She bit the finger of her other hand, looked at the eyes of 'beautiful grandpa', pure and sincere: "My blood is poisonous, you just take it, it will be fine soon."
It's over.
He died.
Li Zhan rolled his eyes and passed out immediately.
…
Li Zhan's dizziness lasted for a day and a night. When he woke up, he was still in a wheelchair, under a willow tree, with an extra blanket covering his neck, covered with catkins.
He opened his eyes, his eyes were red, and there was a gust of wind above his head.
The little pepper that made him vomit and vomit blood, leaned in front of him at this moment, and thoughtfully helped him blow off the catkins that fell on his hair.
"Huh—" A gust of sweet and warm artificial wind accidentally blew into Li Zhan's opened eyes.
He blinked sharply, and was immediately blown away.
Eyes facing each other, wide-eyed and small-eyed.
In Li Zhan's burning peach blossom eyes, there was an irritable flame of wanting to hit someone.
Murong Xing's big innocent eyes blinked, and a sweet smile filled his eyes: "Beautiful grandpa, are you awake?"
Li Zhan rolled his eyes again, he still wanted to faint, but he couldn't, because now he was full of anger, his hands were itchy, and he wanted to hit someone.
A certain innocent little girl is still hovering on the edge of the burning fuse: "Beautiful grandpa, do you eat candied haws? Eating candied haws will make you feel better—"
Li Zhanyuan glared angrily, and gritted his teeth: "You little girl, why do you have such big eyes? Why do I look like a grandpa? Ah?!"
Overnight, his silver hair has turned back to blue hair, his face is radiant, his expression...gloomy.
"It's not like, it's not like anywhere." Murong Xing shook his head, and said very pertinently: "You look like a big brother, but I have a big brother, and my big brother says you are old, so you are a grandfather , if he still wants to provide for you, then I will help him provide for you as well."
Annoying!
Infuriating!
I really want to be rough, I really want to hit people!
For the sake of this little girl letting himself shine, Li Zhan suppressed the irritability rolling in his heart and tried his best not to blow up his hair, but he still looked fierce: "Little girl, if you call me old again, call me old again." If I say grandpa, I'll throw you outside to feed the snow wolves, until there's not even a bone left."
"Oh..." The little girl seemed to be taken aback, and her voice sounded like jacaranda flowers falling in a sea of flowers, timidly: "What's that called?"
Li Zhan, who had always been soft and ruthless, felt inexplicably guilty, so he didn't dare to be aggressive anymore. He said, "Uncle Zhan."
Murong Xing blinked, and asked seriously: "Does my elder brother call you Uncle Zhan?"
Never called!
Never called!
Li Zhan was overwhelmed, and said "Mmm" with a very calm face.
Murong Xing showed a smiling face, and said kindly: "Uncle Zhan."
This is not a small pepper, this is a cute and easy to deceive small bell pepper.
Li Zhan hooked his coquettish red lips, and his heart, which had been choked for a long time, finally let go of his joy.
He stroked his ink-splattered three thousand black hair, and asked meaningfully: "Little girl, what's the matter with your blood? Isn't it poisonous?" It should be a great tonic, which can restore his broken body after the blood sacrifice Great tonic.
Murong Xing said, "It's poison."
Li Zhan didn't believe it, but was curious: "What poison?"
Murong Xing stuffed a candied haws into his mouth and shook his head: "Uncle said you can't say that."
Li Zhan squinted his eyes, looked at Little Sweet Pepper for a while, and then asked: "Jun Lintian brought you here? How did he bring you here?"
Murong Xing stuffed another candied haws into his mouth, and shook his head again: "Uncle said you can't say it."
Li Zhan: "..." Being lovable is lovable, but he is just too alert and not easy to talk to.
At this moment, a maid came hurriedly on the Huajing path: "My lord, we're here."
Li Zhan threw off the blanket on his body, catkins were flying all over the sky, dressed in red, flirtatiously: "Are there any obstacles on the road?"
"We went back according to the route that the young master instructed, and the journey went smoothly, but..." the maid hesitated for a while, and then said: "The doctor that the young master mentioned is really entangled, so he followed."
As soon as the maid finished speaking, Murong Xing seemed to have seen something, and ran away like the wind.
(end of this chapter)