Qing Chen nodded and stood up: "I'll take you to the bamboo house."
The three of them went up the river together. Even though Qing Chen had memories in his heart, it didn't mean that he could find the way smoothly, not to mention that it was already dark, and it really took some trouble to get there.
The man walked with them for a long time, even though someone helped him, but the wound couldn't withstand the shock, and blood gushed out again, it must have been very painful. However, he remained silent all the time, his stern lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were dark, covering all emotions, including pain.
When we got to the bamboo house, it was completely dark. Qing Chen pushed aside the bamboo fence to enter, and vaguely saw a lot of grass and trees planted in this small courtyard through the slowly unfolding starlight in the sky, and there was a vague fragrance in the night wind.
Candles were touched in the house, and the light was not very bright after being lit. The bamboo house is not big, but it is extremely clean and tidy. The table and furnishings are all made of blue green bamboo, and they are arranged in a patchwork manner. Under the candlelight, a layer of soft color is vaguely cast, which is shiny and light.
Qing Chen drew up the bamboo curtains, and inside was a bedroom. A low couch made of bamboo was hung with a green gauze tent, and the bedding was complete. There is a small table on one side of the room, with a bronze mirror next to it, and a wooden comb next to the mirror. A jade hairpin is particularly eye-catching, reminding people that this is a woman's boudoir. On the side near the window, there is a simple guqin.
Qing Chen put the man to lie down first, and said to Eleven: "There is water on the table, give him a little less, I'll go find medicine."
After finishing talking, she went out through the curtain, and there were some bottles and jars on one side of the room, as well as a lot of dried herbs, and all kinds of books on the other side. It is a medical book.
She picked up the medicine bottles and looked at them one by one. After a while, she picked out two small porcelain bottles and found some clean bandages. Looking at the other side, it turned out to be the kitchen.
The life here is very orderly, it looks peaceful and at ease, and the previous owner can be regarded as Lan Xinhui, she stood in the house a little lost in thought, only feeling that everything in front of her was alternately ups and downs between reality and illusion, rushing With a dull pain in her head and an emptiness in her heart, she stood there for an unknown how long until Shi Shi came out and asked, "Is there any medicine?"
She came back to herself suddenly, and looked at Eleven with a little confusion in her eyes. Seeing that her expression was pale, Eleven stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong with you, what's wrong?"
Qing Chen shook his head hastily: "It's okay. There's medicine here, I'll change the dressing for him, and there's the kitchen over there, go and get something to eat."
Eleven was stunned: "Stove room? Okay, I'll take a look." The change of topic made him ignore the strangeness in Qing Chen's eyes, and he didn't ask any further questions.
Qing Chen fetched a basin of water and went back to the bedroom, put the medicine and bandages in front of the couch, leaned over and said softly: "I'll change your medicine, those herbs are just a stopgap measure, they don't work very well, can you sit up? "
Under the light, there was a faint and gentle halo, but the man's face exposed outside the mask looked pale, but his eyes were still clear. He propped up his body with his hands with some difficulty, and Qing Chen put the quilt on his back to support him, and felt cold when he touched his hands. Without hesitation, she stretched out her hand to help him unbutton his shirt, not seeing the surprise in the man's originally calm eyes.
The wound really opened, she poured some clear juice from a blue and white porcelain bottle, carefully cleaned up the blood, and said, "If it hurts, tell me, I'll try to be gentle." Then she took out some milky white ointment , Gently apply to the wound, and start dressing again with a clean bandage.
The man remained silent, but his hands were clenched into fists beside him. Even every breath would involve the wound, and the pain was repeated repeatedly, almost exhausting the person's physical strength. Only Qing Chen's light movements between his fingers , bringing him some cool relief.
Qing Chen's fingers touched his skin, and there was always a sense of calm strength in the tentacles. The injury and bleeding did not make him relax, and he seemed to maintain an imperceptible vigilance at all times.
Her eyes moved lightly, and she gave him a quiet smile, which fell on the bottom of his dark eyes, and was sucked in after turning around.
The temperature on his body was a bit high. I don't know if it was because of the hot weather. Qing Chen frowned worriedly: "I hope I don't get burned. You lie down for a while." Help him lie down and take away the dirty clothes.
The man closed his eyes wearily, and suddenly opened them again: "...Miss Qingchen."
"Huh?" Qing Chen raised his head, impatiently shaking his sleeves, which were always in the way.
"Eleventh Brother, you've also got a lot of color on your body." He clearly cared about others, and his voice was emotionless, cold and calm.
Qing Chen had seen that Eleven had a shoulder injury just now, but it wasn't too serious, so he didn't have a chance to pay attention to it in the rush, and now he remembered: "Got it, I'll go and have a look, you rest." Lift the curtain and go out.
Stepping out of the house, a puff of thick smoke choked his face. Qing Chen saw the smoke continuously gushing out from the stove, and hurried to look, and bumped into Shiyi who was knocked out of the house in a mess.
Eleven reached out to grab her, wiped her face and said, "What's the matter, the stove won't light up."
Qing Chen watched him being smeared with soot as if he was singing an opera, couldn't help laughing, pointed at him and laughed "puchi", raised his eyebrows at eleven: "You... laugh at me? Or you can try it?"
Qing Chen thought with a smile, isn't it just lighting a fire, who knows how to light a log with fire? Rolling up his sleeves: "Look at me." He stepped into the kitchen confidently, and Eleven followed behind determined to ask for advice humbly.
After half a cup of tea, the two of them sat back in the outer room, and the kitchen was in a mess.
Eleven looked at Qing Chen with a smile and a sense of resignation in his eyes. Qing Chen stood with her lips pursed in disbelief. She never thought that starting a fire would be so difficult. What was even more exasperating was the teasing look on Eleven's face in front of her. Seeing how hard he was enduring, she said angrily, "Laugh if you want to. Why do you have such a strange expression? You are not much better than me, you can laugh at fifty steps."
Eleven looked at her black and white face, endured it, but finally laughed out loud, his hearty look made him look heroic and unrestrained, and for a while the sun was shining and the sky was cloudless.
Qing Chen stomped his feet angrily, and said, "Laugh! You can't make a fire, not to mention that the medicine can't be fried, and everyone is hungry, let's see who is in a hurry." The eyebrows were raised, and the phoenix eyes were raised slightly, making a threatening expression, Let go.
No matter how dumbfounded Eleven was when she was outside, she entered the house to dispense medicine by herself. There are various kinds of herbs, some of which she knew before, and some of which she knew only from the memories she got. The feeling was mottled and interspersed in her heart, as if some things were hers and not hers in her mind, and she said they were there and they didn’t seem to be there. Time will pop up suddenly, and there is no time to sort it out, and it will be complicated and chaotic.
She thought about selecting the medicinal ingredients carefully, not daring to be sloppy, and suddenly lifted the curtain on Eleven and said, "Ha, it's done."
"It's finished?" Qing Chen followed him out, quite skeptical: "Not destroyed?"
"It's well cooked." Eleven's expression was a little smug: "Such trivial things can't trouble me...young master."
Qing Chen raised his slender eyebrows disapprovingly: "Then of course cooking won't bother you. There are rice and vegetables, so please." Taking advantage of Eleven's daze, she patted his shoulder vigorously, and deliberately landed on him. At the wound, when Eleven yelled "Ouch" in pain, he smiled and said, "Let's take a look at your injury first."
Eleven angry, but there was nothing he could do with her smiling face, so he had no choice but to admit that he was unlucky. His left arm was slightly wounded on his shoulder, and the left arm was slightly heavy and bled a lot. When Qing Chen looked carefully, it looked like a knife wound. When the words came to his lips, he wanted to ask but stopped, and only focused on looking carefully. Although he was dressed in simple black clothes, he was made of high-quality materials, with dark cloud patterns and a decent cut. The longbow beside him was wrapped with gold wire, and two finely carved flying dragons hovered on both sides. , the saber at the waist is simple and elegant, and it is determined to see through the sheath. It must not be used by ordinary people.
The wound was treated properly, Eleven smiled and said, "Thank you."
Qing Chen said: "No thanks, after cooking the rice, it will be used as the medicine fee."
Eleven shook his head: "Smart teeth, no loss at all."
Qing Chen picked up the medicine on the table: "Certainly, each other. How about lighting the fire and decocting the medicine first?"
"It's easy to say." Eleven repeated his old trick, took out a jar of wine from the house and poured it into the medicine stove that Qing Chen had prepared, added firewood, and the fire was ignited as soon as it was touched.
Qing Chen leaned forward to take a look at the wine: "Niu Chew Peony! This is the best medicinal wine soaked in many kinds of medicinal herbs!"
"Oh?" Hearing the words, Eleven took a sip of the wine from a small cup, and said after a while, "Good wine!"
Curious, Qing Chen dipped his hand into the wine jar and tasted it with the tip of his tongue. With just one drop, the bitter medicinal aroma mixed with the pureness of the wine will linger for a long time, and the aftertaste will make people feel comfortable.
She nodded and said: "It's not bad." She stretched out her hand to the altar again, and suddenly withdrew her hand with an "ah", and the dark part at the bottom of the altar turned out to be a snake.
Eleven took a closer look, and suddenly laughed, "Didn't you make this wine? How did you catch the snake?"
Qing Chen was slightly stunned, and then looked at him with slanted eyes: "I have my own way, don't worry about it. This wine is worth drinking!" She avoided the things she couldn't answer.
Eleven smiled brightly, and poured two glasses of wine casually: "It's a pleasure to meet you."
Qing Chen took the wine cup in his hand, the corners of his lips twitched lightly: "We meet each other by fate."
The two raised their glasses, and after they finished drinking, they lighted each other's glasses. The wine was strong and mellow in their throats, and they both felt happy, and unrestrained laughter rang out in the room.