Stormy days are the best time to fall asleep. A meal of casserole rice noodles warms my stomach and my limbs seem to be melted, making me feel weak all over.
Lu Yunchu lay lazily on the couch, listening quietly to the sound of the wind outside the window.
After a while, Wen Zhan came over with a quilt and pressed it on Lu Yunchu.
She was so depressed that she hesitated, "Why build so many?"
Wen Zhan ignored her and went to fetch the fire basket and placed it next to her.
Lu Yunchu was helpless. Seeing him like this, he seemed to be so weak, but he was obviously the injured one. Wen Zhan was a very gentle person, but it was this gentleness that made people helpless. Lu Yunchu had to let him go.
The heavy rain continued all night and finally stopped in the early morning of the next day.
After Lu Yunchu woke up, he found that his ankle no longer hurt and he could move and walk normally. He recovered unusually quickly.
This may be the only advantage of being a supporting female character. As an important character who can pop up at any time to disgust the readers, she must be in good health and have strong energy, so as not to fail when she should die. Wouldn't that delay the progress of the relationship between the male and female protagonists
She walked around the field excitedly, but before she could be happy for long, she heard a heart-wrenching cough.
Lu Yunchu quickly ran towards the direction where the sound came from, and sure enough, he saw Wen Zhan coughing into the copper basin.
She looked at the sky through the window and it was time for Wen Zhan to have an attack again.
He just felt pain before, but today he was extremely weak, sweating all over, and looked exhausted.
Lu Yunchu quickly stepped forward to support him.
If it were in the past, Wen Zhan would have avoided it, but today he didn't have the extra energy. He turned his head to glance at Lu Yunchu, then lowered his eyes in embarrassment.
There is always a kind of strength in him, the kind of strength that allows one to keep his back straight even if his wounds are torn and bleeding. It makes people want to get closer to him, but at the same time they feel that their kindness is a kind of contempt for him.
But today, the energy in him was gone, his whole body was covered with a layer of mist, even his bright and clear eyes looked dim.
Lu Yunchu carried him to the bedside, wanting to say something harsh but not wanting to use a stronger tone: "What's wrong with you? You remembered to cover me with a blanket and add a fire pot yesterday, but in the end you got sick."
Wen Zhan lowered his head, not knowing whether he heard it or not, and did not react.
Lu Yunchu asked him to lie down on the couch. His pale face was slightly flushed due to coughing. He closed his eyes and tilted his head, like an unconscious beauty.
Lu Yunchu reached out and touched his forehead. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found that it was not hot.
She muttered, "How worrying! You know that you are covered in wounds and suffering from illness, but you still dare not take care of yourself. You take good care of me, but what about yourself..."
Before he could finish his complaint, his sleeve was suddenly pulled.
When she looked down, she found that Wen Zhan had opened his eyes hazily at some point and was looking at her weakly.
Lu Yunchu felt like a bad person. At this moment, he was actually dazzled by Wen Zhan's appearance and thought of how he looked when he first met him.
There was a lingering sadness between his brows, his eyes were calm, he had been through a lot, there was blood at the corners of his lips, and he was covered in cold sweat, but he didn't have any emotions. This emptiness carried a compassionate beauty.
Wen Zhan raised his hand, interrupting her trance.
He felt around his collar but couldn't find the notebook. He felt a little confused and started coughing again in a hurry.
Lu Yunchu quickly grabbed his wrist and said, "Don't worry, what do you want to say?"
Wen Zhan blinked, trying to see her expression clearly.
Lu Yunchu couldn't bear to see him like this, so he put his palm next to his hand and asked, "What do you want to say?"
Wen Zhan was a little slow to react, not at all like him who usually didn't dare to touch her. Without hesitation, he raised his hand and wrote on her palm: I'm not careless.
He wrote very slowly, his fingertips were slightly cold, and he wrote each stroke of the short six words very slowly and carefully, fearing that she would not be able to make out what he was saying.
Lu Yunchu looked to the side and saw two neatly folded quilts.
She felt a little bitter in her mouth. Wen Zhan had made so much progress in such a short period of time.
He used to be so depressed that he didn't care even if he died, let alone facing illness. But now he tentatively walks out of that dark corner and takes care of himself clumsily, just because he is afraid of making her angry.
She really wanted to tell Wen Zhan that being nice to her should come from the heart and instinct, and not be done out of fear of making someone angry.
She sighed deeply, pulled the quilt over and covered Wen Zhan with it.
Wen Zhan struggled to reach his hand out from under the quilt, grabbed her sleeve, and wanted to say something else.
He frowned and looked at her worriedly, and Lu Yunchu understood his thoughts.
"I'm not angry." She sighed, holding his hand and tucking it into the quilt.
She was misthinking just now. Wen Zhan didn't catch a cold because he didn't take good care of himself due to the sudden drop in temperature, but because he got caught in the rain when he came out to pick her up yesterday.
She was still full of energy even after being drenched by the heavy rain, while Wen Zhan fell ill after just a brief shower, simply because of this illness.
She wiped the cold sweat off Wen Zhan's forehead to avoid making him uncomfortable because he loved cleanliness: "Go to sleep."
Wen Zhan closed his eyes quietly.
Lu Yunchu stood up and walked towards the outer courtyard. He couldn't get out of the courtyard and didn't know how to find a doctor to see him.
As soon as she walked out of the room, that strange sense of guidance came again, and her eyes lit up. It seemed that the plot was about to begin! As long as she walked out of the yard, she could get a doctor for Wen Zhan.
She walked out quickly and met Wen Jue under the vertical gallery between the two courtyards.
He hung his head, looking dejected.
Lu Yunchu didn't feel the lines and was still able to speak, so he quickly stepped forward and called him, "Wen Jue, Wen Zhan has caught a cold, ask the doctor to prescribe some medicine for him."
She knew that the plot would not allow people to reveal Wen Zhan's injuries at this time, so the doctor would not come into contact with Wen Zhan, so she could only ask the doctor to prescribe some common typhoid medicine.
Wen Jue was stunned and looked up at her.
"Hurry up," she urged.
Wen Jue was already in a daze, and when she yelled at him, he subconsciously told his followers to ask the doctor to prescribe medicine.
After giving the order, he finally reacted, turned around, and looked at Lu Yunchu with a strange look.
Lu Yunchu didn't feel like reciting her lines yet. It seemed that the focus of today's play was not on her.
She had nothing to say, and her body couldn't move, so she could only stare at Wen Jue.
Wen Jue was a little short of breath when facing her: "Do you have anything to say to me?"
Logically speaking, the supporting actress should have expressed her feelings at this moment, but Lu Yunchu had no lines and was in a hurry to go back to see Wen Zhan, so she was very impatient and rolled her eyes at Wen Jue.
Wen Jue was startled for a moment, but accepted it well: "I... I..." He took out a purse from his pocket and said, "Take it back."
This was something Lu Yunchu was not expecting. The purse must be an important item. If she replaced the purse, the plot would definitely not go on. But Wen Jue did not get angry and returned the purse to her. What happened
Could it be that the hero in the original plot was not trying to take the purse in an unscrupulous way, but because he was drunk, he was forced to take the purse by the female supporting character by mistake, and he coincidentally obtained the important item and succeeded in his plan
What a naive little bastard! It turns out that just because he is the male lead, he can even do shameless things.
She looked at him with contempt, and Wen Jue became a little angry and stuffed the purse into her hands: "Take it back!"
Lu Yunchu was about to argue with him when a low cry suddenly came from the side.
When I turned around, I saw Liu Zhixu standing at the corner, looking shocked.
"you… "
So this is the plot.
Sure enough, Wen Jue opened his mouth and said, "Listen to my explanation—"
Lu Yunchu interrupted him: "Explain slowly, I'm going back first."
After saying that, he took the purse and glared at Wen Jue.
Wen Jue hurriedly explained: "This purse belongs to my brother, I asked her to return it to-"
Lu Yunchu was about to drift away, but upon hearing this, she stopped beside the heroine with ill intentions, raised her peach pink purse, and whispered, "Don't listen to his slander. My husband is not someone with strange hobbies."
This purse is delicate and has intricate patterns, and it is obviously a woman's thing.
Liu Zhixu's expression froze for a moment. If her husband wasn't that kind of person, then who was...
As the male protagonist, Wen Jue’s kung fu is naturally top-notch. After hearing Lu Yunchu’s words, he was so angry that he was fuming: "What nonsense are you talking about!" After he finished speaking, he was stunned.
Why does the purse in her hand look like that? !
He remembered that after he took the purse, he tossed and turned in agony. When he finally went to see the abbot, he was still holding the purse and hesitating. How could this purse, which he had looked at countless times, become like this
He tried to recall it carefully, but his headache was splitting. He just couldn't remember any details. The scene of looking at the purse in his memory was extremely vague, as if something had gone terribly wrong.
He stood there in shock and panic, unable to utter a word.
Liu Zhixu saw it and confirmed that this was a private matter that was discovered but had no way to explain it.
The corner of her mouth twitched, and she quickly said to Lu Yunchu, "Second Madam, I'll go with you." She didn't know how to face Wen Jue alone, so she could only go back and calm down.
Wen Jue was too shocked to catch up.
The two of them had not walked far when they ran into Wen Jue's attendant, who was carrying a load of pears towards the main courtyard.
nice one!
Lu Yunchu quickly called him: "Where did these pears come from?"
The attendant put down his load, bowed his head and replied, "This is the snow pear that the young master asked someone to transport from Hebei. The young master likes this the most, and he asks people to buy it specially every autumn."
Lu Yunchu walked forward and picked one up to take a look. It was round in shape, with a sweet fruity aroma, and was very suitable for roasting pears to moisten the lungs and relieve coughs, which was just right for Wen Zhan's cough.
"I want it." She picked up the load and left quickly with nimble hands and feet.
The attendant didn't know how to react and stood there in a daze: "Second Madam, these are the young master's pears. There is only this small box every year."
Lu Yunchu knew that the NPC would not stop her, so she had no psychological burden at all. When she passed by Liu Zhixu, she also threw a basin of dirty water on Wen Jue: "Alas, the truth is that the two of us have never eaten these good things. We couldn't get them even if we asked our eldest brother, so I shamelessly took them today."
Leaving Liu Zhixu standing there in a daze, he quickly returned to his yard.
The medicine was delivered to the maids outside the courtyard. They had already boiled it. When they saw Lu Yunchu coming, they hurried forward to report.
Lu Yunchu went with them to get the medicine soup, told them to take the pears into the small kitchen, and went back to the room first to prepare to feed the medicine soup to Wen Zhan.
Wen Zhan was sleeping soundly, his eyes closed, his frown relaxed, his face calm, as if he was no longer breathing.
Lu Yunchu was so scared that he almost dropped the bowl. He quickly went over to wake him up. When he opened his eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Why are you sleeping so quietly? You scared me to death."
Wen Zhan didn't understand what he meant.
Of course Lu Yunchu would not explain, he helped him up and said, "Take the medicine."
He blinked and raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised.
Lu Yunchu brought the medicine bowl in front of him: "Drink it while it's hot."
Wen Zhan always obeyed her. He took the medicine bowl and was about to pour it into his mouth. Lu Yunchu quickly stopped him: "You forgot to blow it again."
He paused, blew a few times, and looked up at Lu Yunchu.
"Well, you can drink it." She is used to it.
Wen Zhan drank the medicine in one gulp and handed the empty bowl to her.
He didn't react, but Lu Yunchu grinned: "Isn't it bitter?"
Hearing this, Wen Zhan lowered his eyes, as if he was savoring it carefully.
Lu Yunchu quickly interrupted him, how could this be possible, and he even tasted the bitterness.
She quickly handed him the maltose on the table: "It's very bitter, eat something sweet to get rid of the taste."
Wen Zhan raised his hand and wanted to speak.
Lu Yunchu handed him his palm.
He carefully wrote on her palm, stroke by stroke: Not bitter.
Lu Yunchu thought, isn't this just lying with open eyes? But the expression on his face was extremely serious and solemn, and he didn't look like he was lying at all.
However, he continued to write, and Lu Yunchu had to concentrate on feeling his brushstrokes.
Feel it word by word.
—You won’t be miserable if you’re not angry.
She took a moment to react, then suddenly froze. She looked up at Wen Zhan and met his serious gaze.
She covered her chest unexpectedly. How could someone say such greasy words with such a righteous and serious expression!