At the beginning of winter, Liu Yan fell ill.
It is inconvenient for patients to stay in the inn, and the itinerary for sightseeing has also been temporarily stopped, and the carriage is in Nange City. Shen Jue bought a small house in the city, and the family of three lived in it.
Liu Yan's illness is not serious, just low-grade fever. Shen Jue found a lot of doctors, but they couldn't see any problem. He just said that he would be fine after taking two doses of medicine. Now he has been sick for seven or eight days, and Shen Jue also suffered from a lot of soup, but Liu Yan's low-grade fever has never stopped. retreat.
Since ordinary soups and medicines are useless, Shen Jue packed up his bags and prepared to go on a long journey to find some unusual medicines.
It's already winter, and as soon as he opened the door, the cold wind swirled into the room. Shen Jue squinted his eyes and walked out, closing the door behind him. The sound of footsteps behind him was that of Yi Mo.
Seeing that he was carrying a burden, Yi Mo knew what he was going to do, and said, "Don't go."
"Where not to go," Shen Jue said, "The low-grade fever has lasted for these days, so I don't want to hurt my body any more."
Yi Mo shook his head, and seemed to sigh: "He has always been thoughtful, and his heart disease cannot be cured by medicine."
"Just because of Ji Leping?" Shen Jue was stunned for a moment, then revealed a bit of annoyance, and said in a hateful voice: "I shouldn't have given him that pill back then, and I would have saved him from being unworthy today if he had died earlier!"
Shen Jue was extremely annoyed, and her words became more intense, completely losing her usual demeanor. In this world, there are not many people who can make him lose his grace, only his relatives.
In fact, Ji Leping is also considered his relatives if he insists on getting involved and makes calculations with shamelessness.
However, this relationship is a bit unclear. Or it can be said that Ji Leping should call Shen Jue brother.
Ji Leping, the eldest son of Ji Jiu. Maybe he read too much when he was young, and he looked a little silly. Ji Jiu was away from home all the year round, and it was rare for him to go home. Seeing his son became a bookworm, full of sourness, although he didn't say anything, he was still disappointed . Thinking that he himself was a general who spent his whole life in the army, dispatching troops on the battlefield, and hearing the sound of swords and swords day and night, although there was a strict order not to allow his son to practice martial arts, he didn't want him to be a bookworm. And it's the lowest grade among nerds - a mouth full of rancidity, without any opinions of its own.
Ji Jiu has lived a sober life all his life, he disdains to associate with people who have no independent opinions, but this person is his own son.
So Ji Jiu felt a little helpless every time he saw his son.
But Ji Leping felt that his father looked at him with a kind of creepy coldness, which made him afraid. In fact, Ji Jiu didn't treat him badly, but because of the long-term estrangement between father and son, plus years in the military camp and high positions, his words and deeds naturally exuded a terrifying aura. Where is the little Ji Leping able to bear it.
He couldn't bear it, so he cringed. He was thin when he was young, and he looked really like a dingy little mouse when he shrank.
Every time Ji Jiu sees that dingy little mouse, he doesn't know whether it's outrageous, funny, or distressed.
When Ji Leping grows up, he no longer looks like a little mouse, he is tall and thin, but the sluggish eyes make him look like a dull bamboo pole.
Later, in the last letter written by Ji Jiu, the eldest son was also mentioned emphatically, and he ordered his wife to hand over his son to Shen Jue, to serve in the army for three years, and wash away the sourness all over his body.
Ji Jiu died in battle, wrapped in horse leather, Shen Jue really took Ji Leping with him when he returned to the court, threw him into the barracks, and started training as a soldier—Shen Jue didn't mean to embarrass him deliberately, but just couldn't see it. Whether it was Shen Qingxuan who was weak in the first life or Ji Jiu who shined in the annals of history in the second life, in Shen Jue's eyes, his father was an upright man. Even in Shen Jue's heart, Yi Mo might not have the magnificence of his father. And such a person just gave birth to such a son. Maybe things in the world will turn against each other.
So for Ji Leping, Shen Jue worked even harder.
In less than a year, the sourness of "brother" Ji Leping has really been diluted a lot.
Perhaps it was too eager for success. In the autumn of the second year, there were bandits in Zhangzhou City, and the local prefect wrote to the imperial court to ask for the arrest of the bandits. Shen Jue held the military power, so the matter naturally fell on him. He appointed a general and led 3,000 troops to suppress the bandits, including Ji Leping. As for Shen Jue, he didn't go in person.
In the past, Ji Leping used to compete in the school field and practice in the camp. When did he actually go to the battlefield and kill people, this time he followed him. As a pawn, he saw the battlefield for the first time, seeing dead people and mutilated limbs. He was originally a nerd, and finally washed away some silverfish in his brain. This time, he was too stimulated. He fell seriously ill and kept raving. After half a month, he woke up and lost his mind.
Shen Jue heard the letter and rushed to see him. He was really pitifully ill, with a persistent high fever. Even if he woke up occasionally, he was completely insane. Shen Jue had no choice but to search for medicine everywhere, and the medicine he found was also extraordinary. It not only saved the person, but also prolonged Ji Leping's life.
Therefore, when Liu Yan met Ji Leping, Ji Leping was already ninety years old.
Since that narrow escape, Ji Leping seemed to be a different person. He didn't study at all, and he also left the barracks. Even his mother and his children ran away from home.
This time I met in Nange City because of folk rumors that a miracle doctor came to Jishantang in the city, with superb medical skills, like a living Bodhisattva.
The three of Liu Yan's family wandered along the street, and they heard everyone boasting, so they went to join in the fun, hoping to see what kind of living Bodhisattva it was. In the end, it was Ji Leping who was gray-haired and dressed in common clothes.
If he hadn't seen him for decades and he couldn't be sure that Liu Yan was his father at a glance, then he recognized Shen Jue who was standing beside Liu Yan and blocking the flow of people for him at a glance.
Recognizing Shen Jue and taking another look at the young Liu Yan, Ji Leping knew that there would be no such a coincidence in the world that two people who died and disappeared at the same time appeared at the same time, they were just two people with similar looks.
Fortunately, he was dozens of years old and never lost his composure and yelled hell on the spot, but Ji Leping was still taken aback.
Now that he was recognized, Liu Yan looked at his son in the previous life, and didn't want to avoid it, so he went to the teahouse.
In the teahouse, the father and son in the previous life had a quarrel. Ji Leping used to be a nerd, but he was not stupid. He knew a thing or two about the relationship between Shen Jue and the emperor when there were gossips in the court. Even his father, Ji Jiu, seemed to have an affair with a man, he knew a little from his mother's unintentional words.
Now that Shen Jue called Liu Yan's father, but called another man's father, Ji Leping used his brain to understand that his father has the habit of Long Yang!
He didn't know the past, he only insisted on one Long Yang's obsession, and then became angry, as if Long Yang's sleeve-breaking addiction had harmed him.
Ji Leping pointed at Liu Yan and scolded: "Shameless, nasty!"
Liu Yan slapped her across the face, and walked away without saying anything. Yi Mo followed him and left, leaving behind Shen Jue, saying: "I have always regarded you as a human being."
Then he caught up with his father and left.
A father and son got together and broke up unhappy. After returning, Liu Yan fell ill.
It's not a serious illness, just a low-grade fever that doesn't go away, and it doesn't even prevent him from walking around. It seems that the illness has no effect on him, but his body temperature is higher than ordinary people.
Yi Mo is right, he just has too much heart. There are too many backlogs in my heart, and I can't bear it. I just use my body's illness to relieve it.
The panacea could not cure the heart disease, so Shen Jue had no choice but to give up the idea of picking medicine.
In the evening, Liu Yan was reading a book in the house, and Shen Jue brought food into the house, and a medicine bowl. Liu Yan frowned when she smelled the smell, and smiled helplessly: "I haven't seen any improvement after drinking for a few days, so let's just ask about sex."
"No." Shen Jue handed over the dark bowl of concoction, and said seriously, "You must drink it."
Liu Yan took the medicine juice, thought of something, looked at him for a long time, and then murmured in a low voice: "I only want you as a son." After speaking, he poured down the soup medicine, and ate the fruit Yi Mo handed over with a frown.
Although his voice was soft, the two people present heard it. Although Shen Jue had never been a father, he knew that Liu Yan loved Ji Leping, but now he said such words, and he didn't know how much was hidden in the fluffy words. Disheartened. Yi Mo laughed at the side, looked at Shen Jue and said, "I only want your son." Then he turned to Liu Yan and said, "If you don't give me a son, let's raise this one."
Liu Yan's ears turned red instantly, and she glanced at him, but she didn't attack in front of Shen Jue.
The atmosphere suddenly relaxed, and those secretly floating heartaches disappeared without a trace. Shen Jue smiled and pretended not to hear the last sentence, and sat on the stool to eat his meal in peace and contentment. He knew it, and Liu Yan knew it too. In fact, Yi Mo is not good at words, not even good at comforting others. He deliberately said such words, just to divert the atmosphere and not want to make Liu Yan continue to be sad.
Solving problems in his own way is also Yimo's gentle way.
After finishing the meal, Shen Jue tried Liu Yan's forehead, it was still hot, although it was not severe, he did not retreat. It seems that today's soup and medicine are useless again. With a sigh, Shen Jue said: "Father, there are so many troubles. If you have it, you can talk to us. It will be easier if you say it. Everything is in your heart. , how can it get better?"
Liu Yan held the book in his hands, but he didn't seem to hear it. Shen Jue had no choice but to clean up the dishes and said nothing more.
After the dishes were packed and ready to take away, Liu Yan said in a low voice: "I'm getting old."
"Huh?" Not only Shen Jue was surprised, but even Yi Mo looked at him in surprise, never expected to hear such a sentence suddenly.
Liu Yan sat on the chair, put down the book, looked at her hands for a moment, and said: "It's just that the skin is very young, I... am old."
Liu Yan said, I am getting old.
It is indeed old.
He is just an ordinary person, but he has the memory of the third life, remembering all the people and things that have changed, and remembering the time passing by around him. The body is still young, and youth is a great time. There is an old and wrinkled heart in the body, with dense lines, like the annual rings of an old tree. There are many ups and downs recorded.
Too many memories and past events, lost time and brand-new space have made him an old man.
Even a biological child, a child who once respected him as his father, can turn against each other and insult him.
This world is no longer new to him.
Everything is a function of time.
Liu Yan turned his face sideways, looked at the two people beside him, and said slowly: "I'm really old."
As the words fell, a lot of tiredness and sadness suddenly appeared in his eyes, as if in an instant, many wrinkles spread around his eyes, making him look old.
The father and son beside him blinked at the same time, and then they saw clearly that there was nothing on his face, no wrinkles, no aging, his skin was smooth and radiant.
Everything is but an illusion.
However, they realized for the first time that retrieving the memory of this person's third life really made him age silently.
For so long, he never said it.
"So," Liu Yan's gaze stayed on Yi Mo's face, and he said in a hoarse voice, "What are you hiding from me? Can you tell me."
"Imo, I'm really old."
"I can't stand the toss."
"You tell me."
The last sound was close to pleading.
This was a tone he never used when he was young. Even when asking for help, he has always been secretly proud.
Now, he is so old that he can't even support his pride, and only one sentence remains——
I can't bear to toss.