Early the next morning, Aunt Zhang had prepared breakfast and was calling everyone to the table. Cheng Yinji hurriedly opened the door.
"Aunt Zhang, I have news from you." Cheng Yinji took out a jade slip and held it in his hand. Aunt Zhang quickly put a hand on it.
A young man's voice came from the jade slip: "Mother, come back when you have time, Xinxin is ill and has a fever at the moment."
"Oh, what can I do?" Aunt Zhang was worried when she heard it. Xinxin is her new granddaughter this year, less than half a year old. Such a big baby is sick and can't even drink medicine.
Huang Zelin put down the bowl and persuaded: "Don't worry, it's common for children to have fever, I'll go take a look with you later."
"Ah, that makes it so!" Aunt Zhang looked terrified, "How dare you trouble the old fairy!"
"Hehe, the doctor sees a doctor, it doesn't matter what your identity is." Huang Zelin smiled: "In my eyes, it's all a patient."
Aunt Zhang thanked her repeatedly, and then greeted: "Then the immortals eat first, and I'll clean up."
Before he finished speaking, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door. A female voice asked outside the door, "Is Elder Huang of Mo Yunshan here? My wife is asking to see you!"
Cheng Yinji opened the door, and a pretty maid in red was standing at the door, looking inside curiously.
The maid's eyes turned around in the crowd and settled on Huang Zelin's white beard and white hair. She performed a customary blessing and said respectfully: "Elder Huang, well, sorry to bother, my wife, the owner of the valley, has something to ask for."
A room full of people were still eating, Huang Zelin put down the tableware and nodded, "You don't need to be polite, let's meet in the small courtyard in front of the house."
After saying that, he went out of the room.
Not far from the courtyard, a graceful and luxurious woman with a few maids and Baihuagu disciples was waiting by the side.
Seeing Huang Zelin coming out, the woman hurried forward and said, "Elder Huang!"
Huang Zelin smiled and nodded: "I wonder what happened to Mrs. Luo?"
The person who came was Luo Shi, the wife of the owner of the Valley of Flowers.
This lady is over fifty years old, but she is well maintained. Although there are fine lines at the corners of her eyes that cannot be concealed, she can still imagine the peerless elegance of her youth with a frown and a smile.
But now, she is lethargic, her brows furrowed, and she said to Huang Zelin with a trembling voice: "Elder Huang came to the formation to practice, and the Valley of Flowers is full of brilliance. It's just that my husband was seriously ill some time ago and has been bedridden. The women's family manages the housework, the news is not good, and they did not come to greet him in time, and ask Elder Huang to forgive him."
Huang Zelin smiled and said, "Mrs. Luo's words are serious. I don't know why Luo Guzhu's body is ill, but is he better now?"
Mrs. Luo said sadly: "Husband, his health is not very good on weekdays. He went out three months ago to clear up his troubles, and when he came back, he suffered some injuries. Now it's even more dying, and even less time to wake up."
Speaking of which, Mrs. Luo's eyes turned red and she burst into tears.
Wiping away her tears, Mrs. Luo said earnestly, "Elder Huang's divine doctor, there must be a way to save my husband. I also ask the elder to come back with me today to diagnose and treat my husband."
Huang Zelin took a step forward and supported Madam Luo's arm with both hands, saying, "Madam doesn't have to do this, I'll just go and see with you. It's just..."
Huang Zelin had just agreed to go to Zhangjia Village to diagnose and treat the little doll. At this moment, Mrs. Luo came to ask, and the two things were colliding. To him, the little baby and the Hundred Flowers Valley Master are both patients, and there is no distinction between high and low. It's just that the valley owner's condition sounds very urgent, and he really needs to go see it first.
After thinking for a while, he said to Mrs. Luo: "You wait here for a while, and I will come to explain it."
Mrs. Luo wiped away her tears and smiled reluctantly: "Elder, please do. I heard that Wengui sent Junzijian and the second son of the Qin family here. I wonder if you can invite them to go with you?"
Huang Zelin returned to the house and said Mrs. Luo's request. Aunt Zhang heard that the owner of the valley was invited, and was a little disappointed.
Her whole-hearted panic was written on her face, Mu Xiyun took two steps forward, supported her and said, "Auntie, don't be in a hurry. If my aunt can trust me, I will accompany my aunt to go to the village. Although Xiyun is not a genius doctor, he will see the child. I’m still sure. If I don’t look good, I’ll invite Elder Huang to go, okay?”
Seeing that he was so considerate, Huang Zelin felt relieved and hurriedly said, "My apprentice is very skilled in medicine, auntie, you can rest assured."
Where did Aunt Zhang choose? It was a big surprise to have a doctor Xianjun to go to the doctor. He hurriedly replied with a smile: "Thank you Xianjun."
Everyone has negotiated. Huang Zelin, Su Yanjun, and Qin Le followed Madam Luo to Luo's house, while Mu Xiyuan and Gu Qingqiao followed Aunt Zhang to Zhangjia Village.
Walking on the road, Gu Qingqiao laughed softly: "This Hundred Flowers Valley is really powerful, let's come here together, Moyun Mountain and the Qin family are invited, and in Moyun Mountain, only elders and famous immortals are entertained. Don't look down on us little sects and little disciples like you."
Mu Xiyuan remembered the so-called "Daoshi Baishi" fabricated by Gu Qingqiao, and said with a smile, "Do you want to go?"
"Whoever wants to go to the place that is pretending to be flattering will be panicked." Gu Qingqiao secretly tugged at his sleeve and whispered: "I just want to be with you."
Mu Xiyun didn't say a word, but her ears turned red. He took two quick steps, helped Aunt Zhang onto the slate, and the three of them left the valley together.
Zhangjia Village is north of Baihua Valley, not far from the magic circle. When the three men's slates landed, there was already a young man waiting outside the hut with a horse in his hand. He lives nearby, and when practitioners come to the array, he will take care of the mounts of the immortals.
When Mu Xiyuan's horse met its owner, it approached affectionately and rubbed his hand with his nose.
The young man saw Aunt Zhang and smiled, "Auntie, don't panic, I saw your Xinxin yesterday. She is in good spirits and can eat, but she probably just caught a cold." Said: "Senior brother Cheng was afraid that you would be in a hurry, so he specifically asked me to bring the car too, and I'll be there in a while."
Two horses and one cart traveled northward along the petunias stone wall, and in less than an hour, they arrived at Zhangjia Village.
It was busy farming at this time, and Aunt Zhang's family had only one daughter-in-law to take care of the children, and the men all went to the fields to harvest rice. Aunt Zhang went into the back room and brought out a little girl shortly after.
The child is not tall, with a limp body and flushed cheeks. Although he is asleep, he does not sleep soundly. From time to time, his little body twists and frowns, which is very pitiful.
Mu Xiyuan sat down to take the child, carefully placed it on her lap, probed the pulse of the child's neck, elbow fossa, and posterior popliteal fossa, rubbed her belly again, raised her head and asked, "These two Tian child, did you eat anything other than milk?"
The children in the countryside are raised rough, and the milk is not enough, and they are often fed some rice paste and vegetable soup. The daughter-in-law replied, "Yesterday, his father brought back two fish and made soup. I saw that the fish soup was delicious, so I fed some to the child. Oh, by the way, his father also picked some tender fish. Pound it and feed her."
Mu Xiyun smiled and said to Aunt Zhang, "My child has eaten too much fish and has accumulated food in his stomach. It's not a big problem. After two days, the stomach will be emptied and it will be comfortable."
Aunt Zhang and his daughter-in-law finally let go of their dangling hearts after hearing this. Aunt Zhang touched the child's hot forehead and asked, "Does it matter? What medicine should I take to reduce the fever?"
Mu Xiyuan smiled and said, "For such an old child, taking medicine may hurt the stomach. I will teach you a method, and the fever will be relieved in a while."
As he spoke, he carefully lifted the little girl's sleeves, revealing her chubby little arms. Raise the index and middle fingers together and gently push from the child's wrist to the elbow. After going back and forth like this for hundreds of times, the little doll slowly became quiet, her breathing became soft and long, and her little brows stretched out.
Gu Qingqiao stood aside, watching Mu Xiyuan with a smile, gently massaging the child, suddenly a little dazed. If one day, I find a quiet place and build such a hut, and I work in the fields during the day. When I come home and see such a scene, I don’t know how happy I will be.
"Oh, the fever is gone, the fever is gone." Aunt Zhang touched the doll's forehead and smiled happily.
Mu Xiyun smiled, handed the child to Aunt Zhang, and carefully instructed some dietary precautions.
"Hey, this is all right? The doctor is really capable!" The neighbor's eldest brother walked in and saw Aunt Zhang thanking the two with a smile on his face.
"That... Xianjun," he said a little embarrassedly, "My old mother has had asthma for many years, and it's not good to take medicine all the time. Can you ask Xianjun to take a look?"
Mu Xiyun smiled: "What's so difficult, I'll just go with you."
When the two arrived at the house next door, Mu Xiyuan checked the old lady's pulse, and then asked carefully about the medication she usually took, and thought about it carefully: "There's nothing wrong with the medication Lingtang usually takes, but the old man's body is weak. The medicinal materials can’t be absorbed. I will write you a recipe for conditioning, take it with your usual medicine, and it should improve after conditioning for a period of time.”
The neighbor's eldest brother nodded again and again, and sent the two out of the door with great gratitude.
Zhangjia Village is not big, and the neighbors are very familiar with each other. Everyone knows that Aunt Zhang's baby is sick. At this moment, the neighbors saw that she had brought someone, and after a while, they smiled and heard the thanks from the eldest brother next door. How could they not know what was going on
The news of Aunt Zhang's visit to the magical doctor spread throughout the village in an instant. Before Mu Xiyun and the others walked a few steps, another villager came to seek medical treatment. After going to a few houses, more and more people came. Mu Xiyun simply moved a table and sat next to the village ancestral hall to open a free clinic.
The morning time passed in a flash, and Mu Xiyuan was still sitting at the table to see the doctor. When Gu Qingqiao saw him sending a villager away, he was busy saying to the people who were still in line: "Wait a minute, folks, let Xianjun rest for a while."
The villagers nodded hurriedly, retreated a few steps consciously, and chatted and rested under the shade of the tree.
Gu Qingqiao shoved the tea in Mu Xiyun's hand and said, "Hurry up and drink some water, you've been busy all morning, are you tired?"
"It's alright." Mu Xiyun drank the water in one gulp, "It's just these few people, we'll go back to the magic circle after reading it earlier."
"No, rest!" Gu Qingqiao waved his hand domineeringly, turned to Mu Xiyun's back, and squeezed on his shoulder.
Mu Xiyuan leaned halfway in front of him, letting him squeeze his shoulders, narrowing his eyes comfortably, like a lazy cat.
A quarter of an hour later, Gu Qingqiao was driven aside, and Mu Xiyuan began to see the doctor again.
Fortunately, the villagers were only suffering from general headaches and no incurable diseases. After more than an hour, the free clinic team was gone.
"Okay!" Mu Xiyuan stood up and moved her muscles, "Shall we go back?"
"No!" Gu Qing Qiaotou walked towards the village without looking back.
"This is... angry?" Mu Xiyun looked at his back inexplicably, hurried two steps to catch up, and asked, "What's the matter? Where are you going?"
Gu Qingqiao didn't speak, he just walked out of the village quickly.
Outside the village is a rice field.
It was the harvest season, and the rice in the fields was golden and brilliant in the sun. The plump rice ears bent over the straw, and a gust of wind blew, and the straw undulated like a surf.
Gu Qingqiao found a big tree and sat down, looking at the rice waves without saying a word. Mu Xiyuan sat beside him, gently pulled his sleeve, and when he saw that he was silent, he leaned against him and looked at the rice fields.
Although it was busy with farming, the sun was too bright in the summer noon, and the farmers who worked in the fields came to rest under the shade of the trees one after another. The sounds of chatting and laughter came from afar, mixed with the cicadas chirping on the trees. People unconsciously calm down.
"Are you still angry?" Mu Xiyun closed her eyes. The sunlight filtered through the leaves, turned into light spots, and fell on his face.
Gu Qingqiao turned his head to look at Mu Xiyuan, who was half leaning on his body, picked up a bunch of his long hair and played with it in his hand, and said softly, "I'm not angry."
"Then why are you ignoring me?"
Gu Qingqiao pinched a strand of his hair and quietly braided it with his own long hair. "It's you who ignores me. It's been so hard this morning, and you're not willing to take a rest."
Mu Xiyuan closed her eyes and smiled softly: "Why is it hard work? I used to be like this in Moyun Mountain. There are many people in the city, and the queue is always long. Today is very relaxing."
Gu Qingqiao sighed, turned around and pinched his shoulders: "Ayun, have you ever thought about going into seclusion?"
"Huh? Retreat, no," Mu Xiyun's voice was a little vague, "Didn't we just come back for half a year?"
The person behind him smiled lowly: "I forgot. Have you ever thought that one day we will find a small village like this to live in, whether it's all kinds of fields, or using magic to make some gadgets to sell, and have a peaceful life. day."
Mu Xiyuan laughed: "Didn't you say you were going to live in the hot spring villa last time? Now it has become a small village again."
"We also live in hot spring villas and small villages. We can live wherever you like. If we get tired of living, we can change places, okay?"
"Okay." Mu Xiyun's mouth curved.
"Then you agreed!" Gu Qingqiao sat up straight, turned Mu Xiyun's face and looked into his eyes, "You can't go back!"
Hearing this, Mu Xiyun raised her eyebrows: "Have I ever regretted anything? It's you... "
"how do I?"
Mu Xiyun suddenly sat up straight and said seriously, "You said you would come to Moyun Mountain to see me every year."
"I..." Gu Qingqiao was shocked.
"He also said that he would bring me the delicacies of the Southwest!" Mu Xiyun continued with his fingers: "He will take me to the temple fair in Fengli Village, pick loquats from Puyu Township, and live in Evian Township for a month, bring me with him. I went to explore the deep ravines of Dongshan Mountain, and went to the East China Sea to collect pearls the size of pigeon eggs…”
One after another, they were all the promises Gu Qingqiao made casually during the occasional gathering time in the previous life. Unexpectedly, he remembered them all in his heart.
None of these promises have been fulfilled. The battle in Lin Moyuan made all wishes come to nothing.
"Ayun," Gu Qingqiao's eyes were a little hot, but he still looked at Mu Xiyun's eyes without blinking: "This time, I won't break my promise."
Mu Xiyun smiled softly: "I know."
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The author has something to say:
When I was writing this paragraph, I was playing an ancient Korean drama repeatedly in my heart:
"When you love someone, you think about what kind of house, what kind of bedroom, what kind of porch, what kind of kitchen..."
"If two people truly love each other, it doesn't matter what you say."
"Then what's important?"
"For those who truly love each other, the other's heart is the best house..."
- "Winter Sonata"