Zhong Mingwei felt that he had changed, became timid and useless, he used to be the most indifferent and hard-hearted person. At this time, because of these trivial noises, one's heart will be so soft that it doesn't look like it, and because of the half-day loneliness. Feeling empty, even anxious. He felt like he had become another person. A person who even feels strange to himself.
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"Got it!"
The door opened.
Zhong Mingwei swallowed hard, then turned his face to the other side, the blurry window paper was torn open by the wind. He just walked along the cracked opening and watched Ah Chou come in carrying a bamboo basket that was almost bigger than her. She should have deliberately stepped lightly. Slowly, bow your waist. Step by step, she moved into the firewood room, and after a while, the girl carried something again. Move towards him step by step. Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he turned his face away.
Zhong Mingwei heard the footsteps approaching gradually. Then she stopped by the bed, what she was carrying should be ointment. At this time, the room is filled with a faint smell of herbs. A little cool and a little nice smell.
"Haven't woken up yet?" Ah Chou muttered in a low voice, put the ointment on the bedside, and she climbed onto the bed lightly. Then seeing Zhong Mingwei squinting his eyes and turning around, as if he had just woken up, Ah Chou was overjoyed, "Are you awake?"
"Well," Zhong Mingwei said calmly, his eyes slid over Ah Chou's sweaty forehead, and then fell on a white jade Guanyin pendant that was adjusted from A Chou's collar. Zhong Mingwei, who is used to rare treasures, couldn't help but take a second look, "This pendant is quite beautiful."
"Really? I think it's beautiful too. It was left to me by my mother," A Chou was a little proud. He took a look at the pendant, wiped the sweat stains on his face with his sleeve, and then stuffed it into his collar. , "This is my favorite."
"Your mother... left it to you?" Zhong Mingwei was a little surprised. Ah Chou said that he was a criminal slave, but the material of this pendant is obviously not bad. If it is not a wealthy family, how can such a good thing be found.
"I'm not a born slave." Ah Chou obviously understood Zhong Mingwei's meaning, and immediately rolled his eyes at Zhong Mingwei, took the ointment and stirred it, and said to Zhong Mingwei, "My father was originally an official, but something happened later. My son, I was born in the middle of nowhere, my parents are dead, I saved my life because I was young, but I became a criminal slave and was sent to the Clothes Bureau."
"Your father is...?" Zhong Mingwei asked again, thinking that he might still know about Ah Chou's life experience.
"I don't know, I don't even know my last name. I was only four years old when I entered the palace as a maidservant, and I don't remember anything at all," A Chou said, lifting the quilt from Zhong Mingwei's body, and digging out the ointment Put it on his back, and apply it lightly on him, "I asked the doctor, and he said, as long as you keep applying the ointment, your bed sore will heal in a short time, but it may hurt a little, so bear with it." Ha!"
It really hurts, Zhong Mingwei gritted his teeth and endured it, and naturally he didn't have the heart to ask who A Chou's parents were. The cold ointment became extremely hot under the rubbing of those little hands. The pain comes, but he doesn’t feel uncomfortable, he even likes this kind of pain a little distortedly, at least it can prove that his flesh and blood still exist, this body is not dead, he is grateful and grateful Enjoy the pain A Chou brought him.