The snake poison of the young master of the Shen family has receded, and he has regained his sanity; the young master of the Shen family can eat by himself and read a book leaning on the bed; the young master of the Shen family is basking in the sun again in the courtyard...
The good news came one by one. Although to Shen Qingxuan, it just means that he will have a few more years to live, but this does not prevent the old housekeeper from burning the funeral supplies to ashes, and it does not prevent Master Shen from sending a caravan to the extreme south with great joy. In the barren land, give up Gauli to thank the merchant who sent two "antidote holy medicine" that year.
The banquet is spread out, and relatives and friends are full.
The smell of wine lingered in the mountains and forests, and the servants who had been on tenterhooks for a few days dared to speak loudly.
Shen Qingxuan was sitting on a wooden wheelchair, wearing a fox fur cloak, his legs were tightly covered by a soft silk quilt on his knees, holding a thin booklet in one hand, and reading quietly with his head tilted. The noise from the outer hall slipped in through the half-closed windows, talking, laughing, drumming, and the clear and crisp sound of cups clashing.
It's just that none of these seem to have much to do with him.
After a while, Shen Qingxuan felt a little thirsty, but the tea was already cold. Clutching the cool porcelain in his hand, Shen Qingxuan remembered the palm that covered his forehead that day. Although it is a completely different touch, the hand and the porcelain cup have exactly the same temperature. It's cold and unpopular.
After turning his thoughts around, he returned to his hand, Shen Qingxuan shook the brass bell, and after shaking, he held the things that had accompanied him for many years in his hands, playing with them habitually.
The maidservant who heard the bell's call quickly opened the door and came in, without waiting for his instructions, obediently poured out the herbal tea, poured hot water again, turned the charcoal fire in the hand stove, and placed it on Shen Qingxuan's lap again.
After everything was settled properly, the maid stood aside and said softly: "Young master won't drink tonight, so let's rest early, your body is just recovering, and it's not good to read a book again."
Shen Qingxuan nodded slightly, drank a cup of tea, picked up the book again and continued to read.
Seeing this, the maid lit a few more oil lamps in the room to make the light brighter, and then closed the door and left.
After a while, the wooden door of the wing room was pushed open again, Shen Qingxuan raised his eyes to look, and the young woman with tall temples outside the door looked in hesitantly.
The two people's eyes met, Shen Qingxuan was a little dazed, and quickly smiled, although he couldn't make a sound when he opened his mouth, he called out clearly: Er Niang.
"Xiaoxuan." Although young, the graceful young woman also relaxed her expression, stepped over the threshold and walked in, "Is it better?"
Shen Qingxuan nodded.
"Since you were bitten by a poisonous snake, my family has been very anxious." The woman leaned over on the chair beside her, her expression soft, and she touched his face not out of distress, "My sister is praying for you in the Buddhist hall." , I heard that you are well, so I went to fulfill my vow again. I couldn’t come to see you today, so I brought your brother here.”
Shen Qingxuan just smiled, took the pen and ink at hand, and wrote on the paper: Please trouble Erniang, since my younger brother came together, let him come and talk to me, how is my mother
The woman looked at it, and replied carefully: "It's getting late, and your brother has a bad temper, so I only ask him to come and accompany you tomorrow. My sister is in good health, and I even cooked vegetarian bamboo shoots for my family to taste." .It’s just that you were bitten by a snake. I don’t know which talkative guy passed it on to her, and she cried for two days. Fortunately, you are blessed with life, and my sister went to the temple to fulfill her vow again when she knew you were safe.”
Shen Qingxuan felt uncomfortable when he heard it, and after a long pause, he picked up his pen and wrote some more words. Talk to her.
The woman said, "The beasts and poisonous insects in this mountain are hard to guard against. Why don't you go home with me. It will save your family from worrying about it. My sister and I are a woman, so it's not good to go out to visit you often."
Shen Qingxuan wrote: Although there are many ferocious beasts, they don't easily hurt people. The boys took good care of them, this time it was just an accident. The climate here is suitable, and the doctor also said that my body should rest. Although it is good to go home, it is not as quiet as in the mountains.
Seeing this, the woman sighed slightly, then remembered something, and hurriedly said: "My sister told me to ask you before I came here, do you have a favorite daughter's home?"
Shen Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, and quickly wrote: I understand what mother means, but with this body, even if a good daughter is willing to marry me, I'm afraid I can't afford it and let her down. I should teach my younger brother to bear the responsibility of inheriting the incense for me.
The woman looked at the wet ink and sighed again: "If you don't tell me, everyone in the family will understand. It's just that you are such a good boy, you have come to this world for a while, and you have suffered so much that you have never left any children." ...Even if I'm not your mother, I'm still..." Before she finished speaking, her eyes were already red, she quickly lowered her head, her voice choked up.
Shen Qingxuan was also silent, looking straight at the woman's trembling head. I don't know what to think of, my eyes are deep and unpredictable, it seems that my mind is turning back and forth.
In an instant, he returned to his normal state, and wrote again: Erniang, don't be sentimental, it's my fate, I may have done too many evils in the previous life, and I will pay back in this life. It's just that as the eldest son, he can't do his best for the country and family, and he is very ashamed.
At this point, he changed his style of writing, changed the topic, and continued to write: My younger brother has just grown up, although he is smart, he lacks experience. He recently heard that he intends to become an official.
The topic involved parents and children, the woman really held back her tears and said in a low voice: "What do I know as a woman, but you have read a lot of poetry and books. If you can help your brother, that would be great."
"Er Niang doesn't need to be self-effacing. My younger brother is very intelligent, but he doesn't have enough tact when things happen. Er Niang is on the sidelines to give some advice, and with my father taking care of me, it's not difficult to make it to the top."
"You give me peace of mind." The woman put down the paper and smiled slightly.
Shen Qingxuan laughed together, and wrote again: "It's just that my younger brother is young, so he has to take over the responsibilities of his elder brother, to be filial to Gaotang, to be loyal to the country, it is very difficult for him."
The woman shook her head and said: "You are brothers, this is a matter of duty, don't talk about it."
After talking for a while, Shen Qingxuan looked tired, and the woman hurriedly told him to take care of his health before leaving.
After she left, Shen Qingxuan sat alone in the chair for a long time, his eyes fixed on the white papers on the table, thinking of something, faintly showing a helpless smile full of sarcasm. After a while, he raised his hand to arrange the papers, rang the bell to call for the maid, took the iron basin, and turned the ink-scented paper into ashes with a fire.
It was late at night, and the noise in the outer hall also subsided. Shen Qingxuan asked someone to open the window, wrapped herself tightly in the fox fur and leaned on the chair to watch the night outside the window. That night, Xingyue and Xingyue were all thin, and occasionally a mountain wind blew by, raising and falling the broken hair on his forehead, over and over again.
After another long time, Shen Qingxuan moved suddenly, pulled out his hand from the heater, moved the wheelchair to the front of the desk, spread out the paper and ink again, and wrote: You are here.
Push the paper to the center of the table for others to see, and the surroundings are quiet.
Shen Qingxuan just smiled and waited quietly.
But in his room alone, after a moment of silence, there was an extraordinary scene.
I saw the white paper on the table, and there was no wind, the pen holder stood up on the inkstone, dipped in the ink and moved it to the paper for a while, then the thick ink and the paper gradually drew words, the handwriting was correct, it seemed to be an answer to Shen Qingxuan The words read: How did you know
Shen Qingxuan was still smiling, and blinked, facing the void with a pedantic attitude.
The air was the same as that day, lingering with the sudden fragrance of grass and trees, the smell was like the forest after the rain, with a kind of cold freshness.
This aura appeared beside him who was surrounded by rancidity on the day when he was drowsy when he vomited dirty blood in his body, like a sudden light in the darkness, it was deeply branded in Shen Qingxuan's heart.
I have never forgotten it in my life.
Shen Qingxuan suddenly sniffed, and then wrote with some surprise: Did you go to the hot spring on the top of the mountain
The man still didn't show up, but he took the pen from the pen holder again, and beside his question, he replied: Yes.
The original doubts were asked by Shen Qingxuan, and they were resolved spontaneously. The unique sulfur smell of hot springs was where Shen Qingxuan asked the question, and he also knew where Shen Qingxuan came from to easily know his arrival.
It smells like a beast.
But no one extended this topic any further, and turned to talk about other things.
Although Shen Qingxuan accepted his kindness and saved his life, he always kept in mind that he was a snake demon, not my species. Not without warning.
But I didn't want this monster to be like a human being, with a name and a surname, not to mention enjoying the hot spring, but he was still here, talking with him for an hour with a pen and paper.
Although the words are concise and indifferent, they have a very human patience.
For a monster like him with great supernatural powers, it is not impossible to have a more concise way of conversation, and Shen Qingxuan has experienced it before. But the snake was thrown away.
Since the aphasia, Shen Qingxuan also often communicated with others, but no one was willing to do this, and patiently wrote to him bit by bit with pen and paper. An hour is not long, and a lifetime with a person is just a grain of sand, but not to mention the disintegration of the guard in his heart, it even gave birth to a subtle intimacy.
Taking the paper covered with handwriting and putting it aside, Shen Qingxuan smiled, dipped in ink and continued to talk with him on the newly spread white paper: If I help you escape smoothly, will there be a gift in return
A line of correct handwriting appeared next to Qing Jun's handwriting, which was as simple as before: May you recover and be like a normal person.
Shen Qingxuan's wrist trembled, and the tip of the pen, which was full of ink, scratched heavily on the snow-white paper.