The sky was gloomy and the wind was sticky.
The quality of my sleep last night was really worrying. The air was so humid that it was viscous. When I slept, I only felt a wet towel covering my face. When I breathed, the moist water vapor was inhaled into the lungs along the trachea. When I opened my eyes, my limbs were sore, my arms were cold, and my mind was dizzy.
I rinsed my face with cold water, put on my makeup, and went out to find Fang Shisan.
Knowing that Fang Shisan could not be in the bedroom, I gently pushed open the door of the office. Fang Shisan was still sitting in the wheelchair, leaning forward, with his delicate face pressed against the large bluestone case, snoring slightly. The clothes she was wearing slipped to the ground at this moment, and Shisan in her dream hugged her arms together, frowning tightly.
Most likely it is really unbearable.
I glanced briefly at the sketch in front of her, and saw that it depicted a formation I had never seen before. I have learned a lot about formations from Fang Shisan these days. At a glance, I can see that the formations on her blueprints are quite exquisite, but they are just a shell, and the content inside has not been completed yet.
I was a little surprised for a while.
Ordinary strategists study the formations in ancient books, and at most make changes. As long as they are used flexibly, they can exert great power. But Fang Shisan seems to be planning to create a brand new formation, a formation that is only suitable for the current Tianxing City, and will definitely defeat the opponent after use.
Maybe it was because she realized that studying could no longer save Skystar City.
The formations in the book are fixed formulas after all, no matter how flexible things were hundreds of years ago, there will always be some constraints. Judging by Fang Shisan's posture, she intends to combine her own theory and experience with the current situation of Tianxing City to recreate an invincible formation that can protect five cities.
I approached to find out. At this moment, Fang Shisan woke up, raised his head, and looked nervously in the direction of the footsteps.
I whispered:
"it's me."
The expression on her face was visibly relaxed.
I picked up the clothes on the ground, put them on her body, and said:
"If you're sleepy, how about I carry you back and lie down for a while?"
Fang Shisan rubbed his hands, let out a breath, and said:
"Thank you... I just slept for a while, and it's much better."
I went to the kitchen and boiled a pot of water, poured it into a cup, blew it a few times, tried to make it not so hot, and handed it to Fang Shisan. Then he went back to the kitchen, rummaged through the corner to find string beans, and chopped them on the chopping board. I guess it's about five o'clock in the morning, Tira hasn't woken up yet, and no one can cook for Fang Shisan except me. So I lit the fire and poured oil into the wok to stir-fry. After cooking, I threw the pancakes that Fang Shisan usually ate—to be precise, the most primitive "biscuits" now, and threw them into the steamer for a little steaming. Then he cracked an egg and made egg drop soup, and brought one piece to Fang Shisan's table.
Fang Shisan was slightly astonished, raised his head and asked:
"Can you still cook?"
"Yes."
I responded:
"Try it, if you like it, I will keep making it for you in the future."
Fang Shisan smiled and said softly:
"I love so much."
I laughed and cursed:
"How do you know if you haven't eaten?"
Fang Shisan lowered his head and whispered softly:
"Even if it's not delicious, I can keep eating it in the future."
I continued to send food to Fang Shisan like the last feeding.
Fang Shisan chewed slowly, and when he swallowed, he was as happy as a child who got a toy, and said joyfully:
"really tasty."
I staged the feeding play again, fed her, watched her brows relax, and my mood improved a lot.
This time she seemed to be eating slower than usual.
I sat next to Fang Shisan and didn't talk to her anymore. She also refocused on the sketch in front of her, and I stayed quietly beside her, and every time she swallowed a mouthful of food, she fed it again, and she seemed to be used to this feeling. The atmosphere in the whole house became full of tranquility and peace for a while, only the food in my bowl was slowly decreasing.
At this moment, the person who spoiled the scenery came.
Fang Lita passed by outside the house while rubbing his eyes, complaining:
"Why is this toilet repaired so far away? It's too tortured in the morning..."
As he spoke, he passed the door and glanced casually into the house.
Naturally, I saw Fang Shisan who was drawing a picture, and me sitting next to Fang Shisan.
Fang Lita frowned and walked in. Fang Shisan seemed to have heard the heavy footsteps, raised his head, and drew his attention away from the sketches on the table bit by bit.
Fang Lita stood around Fang Shisan, looked around, and asked:
"Why isn't Tira here?"
Fang Shisan replied:
"Tira has been a little tired recently, it would be good to sleep a little longer."
Fang Lita muttered, "The servant still sleeps so much", then pointed to the food on the table and asked:
"Then who did this?"
I replied:
"it's me."
With a mocking look on Fang Lita's face, he frowned at me and said:
"Finally put yourself in the right place? I don't know if you are still a man when a big man actually cooks. Isn't this kind of thing done by women and cooks? I think you really don't have any skills, just Just do what women and servants do. Come, let me try."
He took the bowl of egg drop soup from me, gulped it down, threw the bowl on the table, wiped his mouth, and said:
"Now that the mansion is so poor, you are still willing to use eggs. Don't you know how to save?"
He shook his head and said:
"That's all, sister, when will we be able to defeat Fangyuan, isn't it alright? It's been so long, hasn't it been solved long ago?"
Fang Shisan opened his mouth and said:
"Soon… "
Fang Lita immediately beamed with joy, grabbed Fang Shisan's arm with both hands, and said with a smile:
"My sister still hurts me. Come on, sister, I'll go back to sleep for a while! When I wake up, maybe Fang Yuan has already escaped with his tail between his legs!"
Fang Shisan forced a smile, nodded, and said:
"Um."
Fang Lita gave me an airy look, then turned and left. When he was far away, I stood up, and the other party Thirteen said softly:
"I'll make another bowl of soup."
Fang Shisan stretched out his hand, groped a few times, held my arm, and said softly:
"Atta is right, save as much as you can now..."
I was silent for a while, sat back, and replied:
"good."
Fang Shisan picked up the pen and slowly drew the sketch in front of him as usual, but he was obviously a little distracted.
If Fang Shisan, who ate my meal before, looked like a child who got a toy, then now she looks like a child whose toy was taken away. Not only that, but he also had to act like nothing was wrong and force himself to focus all his attention on drawing the formation in front of him.
The expectation from Fang Lita, the guilt towards me, the desire to protect Tianxing City, the doubts about one's ability... A lot of emotions are like mountains pressing down on Fang Shisan.
Not long after, Fang Shisan's pen trembled, and he turned sideways, covering his mouth and coughing.
Blood dripped from her fingers to the ground.