He glanced at him, only admiring his precious pearl.
The candlelight was warm and yellow, reflecting Xue Xian's pale skin a little bit of vitality. Although he squeaked when he opened his mouth, he really had a good-looking skin. The candlelight cast a curved shadow under his long and thick black eyelashes, and in his lazy half-closed eyes, the oily yellow was translucent. The golden beads and the snow outside the door.
There are so many houses in Ningyang County that can shelter from the wind and rain.
Xue Xian couldn't remember the detailed reasons. His lifespan was much longer than that of ordinary people. If he could remember the details of every day clearly, his dragon head should almost be zhà.
He only remembered that one winter, he went to the north for some reason, and happened to pass by Ningyang County on the way back.
It should have been an evening. There was a heavy snowfall as rare as tonight in Ningyang County. There were few pedestrians on the road. Even the stalls of the taverns and restaurants were closed early, and the whole street was a little empty.
At that time, Xue Xian hadn't been knocked out, and his legs and feet were convenient. His real dragon body is naturally not afraid of cold, and the wind and snow to him are just some winter embellishments. So, he wore a thin black robe and walked unhurriedly in the snow. As a result, as soon as he reached the entrance of an alley, someone grabbed his arm.
Xue Xianxing Zidu has always disliked being too close with others, and of course he is not used to being pulled and pulled by others.
He frowned and turned his head impatiently. He saw a middle-aged man in a gray robe holding him. The man was holding an oil-paper umbrella and a square wooden box with a cloth strap on his shoulders. The footprints came from the alley.
Xue Xian couldn't remember exactly what the middle-aged man looked like, but he only remembered that he had a beard and gave birth to a deputy kind.
As soon as he grabbed Xue Xian, he pointed at the back of his hand and said, "With such a deep wound, if you don't put it on or bandage, the flesh will be frozen. In this wet and cold day, it will be frozen for two days, and it will rain and snow every year in the future. It all hurts, and you suffer."
The middle-aged man was a little rambling, as if he was talking to his own junior, and he didn't see anything. Xue Xian was stunned when he heard it, and he looked at his hand subconsciously.
The hand pulled by the middle-aged man was indeed injured, and it was left behind by the rain and thunder. For him, this kind of injury is like a thin skin that is scratched by a branch while walking, and he forgets it in a blink of an eye, and it will be back to normal in two days. But in the eyes of ordinary people, it is really bluffing - after all, it runs across half the back of the hand, blood coagulates on the edge of the wound, the flesh is everted, and the bone is deeply visible.
Without saying a word, the middle-aged man dragged Xue Xian who couldn't react quickly, walked a short distance to the alley where he came from, and stopped in front of a red lacquered gate.
It was probably his home, and he raised his hand and pushed open the half-door door, shouting inside, as if someone's name, and then said, "Bring the sleeve stove on my desk."
After saying that, he opened the lid of the wooden box and carefully touched Xue Xian's injury without a moment's delay.
The people in the room quickly walked to the door and handed out a small copper sleeve stove.
Xue Xian glanced at it, and the person who handed the sleeve stove was a middle-aged man, with a kindness similar to that of a middle-aged man. And behind her, there was a boy who was poking his head, looking about seven or eight years old. When his eyes met Xue Xian, he smiled at him. He also pointedly pointed at Xue Xian's hand and said, "Don't touch the water for two days, especially cold water."
"Go, read your book." The fu man laughed and drove him back, then turned to Xue Xian and said, "It's really not good to get in the water, especially in this kind of day, you must be very careful, or you will suffer from painful roots in the future. It's committed every year."
It's the same as what the middle-aged man said.
"Are you on your way or do you want to go into the house to warm up for a while?" The middle-aged man wrapped his hands in fine linen, carefully avoiding the sore spot to tie a knot, and asked kindly.
"No, there are still things to do." Xue Xian replied, after a pause, he added a little awkwardly: "Thank you for your work."
"Then take this sleeve furnace with you. This kind of injury needs to be covered." The middle-aged man couldn't help but stuffed the half-slap-sized sleeve furnace into Xue Xian.
Although Xue Xian said that he was not afraid of the cold, he could still distinguish between the cold and the warm. When the hot sleeve furnace was pressed against his palm, he raised his head and glanced at the forehead of the house, which had four words written on it - Jiang's Medical Hall.
One year later, when he passed by Ningyang by chance, he entered the Jiang family yard in a grand manner while no one noticed, put the copper sleeve stove and a small bag of gold beads on the stone table, and left leisurely.
This time he went to Ningyang County again, thinking of the Jiang Family Medical Hall, so he planned to take a look on the way, but he saw such a dilapidated scene. The old red lacquered wooden door and the garden in the courtyard have changed beyond recognition, and only the river is left.