"Ah—help—"
"It's so cold—"
"Don't catch me!"
"… "
Dong Ting Wangyu suddenly sat up from the bed and looked around, only to realize that he was dreaming. He took a deep breath, let out the turbid air, and then got out of bed and walked to the table. I want to pour myself a glass of water.
When the cold water entered his throat and calmed the anxiety in his heart, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, where there was a sudden pain.
In a dream just now, he dreamed that she met a brown bear, she had nowhere to run to call for help, and when he was going to save her, the dream changed, she fell in the rain, all over hot, holding her body in her hands, repeating Crying all over the place, when he wanted to go up to pick her up, his dream changed again. She was pulled away by the Moon Clan soldiers and wanted to kill her. He was anxious to rush over and woke up.
Thinking of this, he twitched his lips, showing a touch of self-mockery, a little dejected. In the dream, he was in a mess. He didn't think that this was not true at all. According to her temperament, she is not the kind of powerless hand. People with good martial arts skills and self-protection with medical skills will not have any problems at all.
However, he still couldn't control his worry.
These accidents are not impossible.
If she gets lost and walks into the deep mountains and forests, if she catches cold in the rain and no one takes care of her, if she encounters a battle between the Sun and Moon clans and is treated as cannon fodder...
He needs to be calm and calm, this night is destined to be sleepless.
He turned and walked to the window sill, wanting to blow the wind, but the corner of his eye inadvertently landed on a pot of flowers placed on the edge of the window, the dark green leaves were trembling in the wind, and there were already a few flower bones on the branches, but not yet. open.
It was brought back from outside a month ago, and she said that it was very similar to the rose that Qingyan told her, and told him that it was called love flower, and she smiled like a kitten when she said it.
In my impression, I only remember her smiling like a flower, her hands were full of dirt, and she didn't feel dirty at all, but she didn't pay much attention to what the flower looked like. In addition, she usually did the watering and care of the flowers. It was the first time he looked at the flower so carefully.
His fingers involuntarily touched the leaves, but they were pricked, and a small blood bead formed on the pulp of the finger.
He raised his eyebrows and turned over the leaves, only to find that the branches were full of sharp thorns, just like her thorny little pepper.
"I told you that all beautiful things have thorns, which makes you owe!" A familiar complaint sounded in his ears.
His eyes lit up, and he turned around immediately, but before his brows were filled with joy, he saw that there was no one behind him.
Disappointment followed.
Empty joy.
He sighed softly, "Dongting Wangyu, Dongting Wangyu, when did you become a resentful woman who was abandoned?"
After laughing at himself, he walked to the closet and was about to take a cloak, but after opening it and seeing the stacks of neatly placed clothes, his hands fell to his side, and he didn't even have the strength to lift it up.
There was no maid by his side, and Zimo didn't follow him. The only one who could help him organize was the little witch.
As if unknowingly, she had broken into his life, and then, unknowingly, like this flower, took root in the soil.
And he turned a blind eye to her efforts and did not respond, but he has been enjoying everything she has done for him with peace of mind.
Dongting Wangyu, you are really weak!
Due to the heavy rain for several days, the scheduled departure time of the Moon Clan was postponed for a few days.
Today, Cheng Yanluo went to check the pulse of Chu Qingyan and was not in the yard, only Kong Ling was checking the herbs.
At this moment, the door opened, cold wind blew in, ethereal raised his head, and then twitched the corners of his eyes, because he saw a "wandering spirit" floating into his room.
"You? Young Master Dongting?"
Kong Ling thought that the blue sky had seen a ghost during the day, but when he took a closer look, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.
Dongting Wangyu's face was pale, his eyes were swollen, and his spirit was lethargic. If he hadn't been breathing, he would have been mistaken for a ghost.
"It's me." Dongting Wangyu spit out a word.
Kong Ling patted his chest and took a deep breath, "Young Master Dongting, I haven't seen you for a few days, how did you make yourself look like this?"
People are not like people, and ghosts are not like ghosts, as if they have been ravaged, but this person is so strong, other than the master and the little princess, who would dare to toss him like this
Dong Ting Wang Yu sighed faintly, "I don't know either. I can't sleep or eat recently. Show me, am I sick?"
Hearing this, Kong Ling immediately backed away and gave up the chair behind him, "Sit down quickly, I'll give you a pulse to see what's going on!"
Dongting Wangyu sat down obediently, extended his wrist obediently, and obediently waited for his diagnosis.
Looking at his flowing movements, his eyes were empty, as if everything was unconscious, and Kong Ling was amazed for a while. It seemed that this man was very ill.
Kong Ling didn't dare to delay, and immediately put on his pulse, and felt it with concentration, but after a long time, he looked at the person in front of him inexplicably, this person's body is very good! Could it be misdiagnosed
"Master Dongting, stick out your tongue coating for me to see."
The person in front of him was very cooperative, and he pulled his eyelids to check again.
In the end, it was confirmed that he was not sick!
But looking at his appearance, Kong Ling thought about it and said, "Tell me about your situation, and I will prescribe the right medicine."
"When you sleep, you always dream."
"Dreaming of what?"
Dongting Wangyu was stunned for a moment, and truthfully said, "There are many dreams, sometimes people ask for help, sometimes people get sick, sometimes people are surrounded by fire, they can't sleep well, and they wake up every time."
"Then what else?" Kong Ling asked.
"I don't have an appetite, I can't eat anything, I can't concentrate on things, I always want to be in a daze, and I have no interest in doing anything." He felt that the food was tasteless.
Speaking of this, Dongting Wangyu looked at Kong Ling with a faint gaze, "I've lived for so long, I've never felt this way, Kong Ling, tell me honestly, am I suffering from a terminal illness?"
Hearing him talking about these illnesses, Kong Ling had a hidden guess in his heart, "Don't worry about it, I'll ask you, don't hide it, is the person in dire straits that appears in those recurring dreams you do is Miss Tao? ?"
Dongting Wangyu, who has seen life and death with a stagnant heart since entering, finally has a change in his eyes, "How do you know? Do you still have the ability to spy on people's dreams when you study medicine?"
"Young Master Dongting is joking." Kong Ling shook his head.
"Then my illness—"
"I already have an eyebrow."
"what?"
"According to my observation just now and listening to your description, Young Master Dongting, you are suffering from lovesickness."
A bolt from the blue, Dongting Wangyu's whole body was messed up.
What, what the hell? lovesickness