"Big sister, I recognize you."
"What did you say, I heard you right! You?... Recognize me?"
"Yep!"
An Ruoqing looked at the child in front of him. His face was covered with dust, and he could not hide his cleverness and mischief. His chubby face had a pair of big mischievous eyes, and his eyes flickered, staring earnestly. An Ruoqing.
"Then you mean, when did you meet me?"
An Ruoqing had to show up too: Okay, I believe you have seen my expression.
"Okay, you come with me."
An Ruoqing didn't have time to react, the little boy pulled her up and came to the wooden door facing the big locust tree.
"Squeak"
An Ruoqing only heard the sound of a dilapidated wooden door behind her, and she had already arrived in the middle of the yard.
"Alright, big sister, look, aren't these all you?!"
As soon as An Ruoqing stood firm, she saw scraps of paper being discarded around the easel, and an unfinished portrait staying on the easel.
An Ruoqing was about to pick up a paper ball to see what happened, when she was taken aback by the painting in the little boy's hand.
She looked in the direction of the little boy's fingers, An Ruoqing blinked her eyes in amazement, the muscles on her face suddenly froze, motionless, like wood, nailed there.
After a long time, An Ruoqing dumbly took the portrait from the little boy and said, "What's your name?"
When she said this, she stared at the vivid portrait in front of her, and did not leave.
An Ruoqing's heart was like a heat wave rolling, waves of tears rushed to her heart, the big teardrops, "Bada... Bada..." Wetted herself on the painting.
"My name is Shishi, big sister, come, there are many more here! It's all you!"
As the stone was talking, she stepped forward and held An Ruoqing's cuffs. An Ruoqing didn't even have the opportunity to take another look, so she was dragged into a room by the stone.
"Squeak..."
The hand that the little stone stretched out has not yet touched the door, this somewhat mutilated maroon-red wooden door has been opened by the other hands in the house.
"Little Stone, visitors from home..."
Halfway through the conversation, the door was half open, and there was no more sound.
The wind that went through the door cracked the man's hair and messed up the portrait that had been placed on the wall behind him.
An Ruoqing quickly wiped the teardrops from the corner of her eyes, and looked at him calmly, as if she had been hit on the top of her head by an egg falling from the sky, with a bang in her ears, and her whole body was a little numb.
In her bright eyes, there is a man imprinted. The man’s eyes are blank, as if he hasn’t slept well for a long time. His dry lips squeeze out a long-lost smile. His face was as gray as An Ruoqing regained some vitality in the moment.
"An'er?... You..."
"Hammer"
A slap fell fiercely on the man's pale face, and immediately fainted in red.
This slap is An Ruoqing's blame for Ye Han, who is not worthy of blaming Ye Han, for not even wanting her life for her own sake.
The heat wave tumbling in An Ruoqing's heart also rushed into her heart like a turbulent wave, filling her eyes.
The gray tears rolled in his eyes.
Following that slap, An Ruoqing's tears finally slipped out of her eyes.
"An'er, I..."
An Ruoqing wiped the tears from her cheeks with her right hand. She didn't say anything, turned around and took the small stone to leave.
An Ruoqing didn't know how to face Ye Han, and when she met again after a long absence, her mood was very contradictory. At the moment when she saw Ye Han was still alive, An Ruoqing was actually sincerely happy.
"An'er, listen to my explanation!"
The man who hurriedly chased out of the house was the Ye Han that An Ruoqing had been searching for.
Seeing that An Ruoqing didn't mean to stop, the ties and regrets hidden in her heart over the past few days have also turned into tears and burst the bank.
"An'er, I love you..."
Ye Han, who hadn't fully recovered his body, used all his strength before yelling out. It was something he had always wanted to say in his heart, but he couldn't say it.
This sound was like the "ding" of a coin thrown into the wishing pool, prying a seam in An Ruoqing's heart, and another "wow" brightening the whole heart.
An Ruoqing stopped suddenly, as if being nailed there, she couldn't move a step under her feet.
Ye Han covered his chest. Due to the excessive exertion just now, the wound that had not yet fully healed cracked again, and his right foot was obviously unable to support, but in order to come to An Ruoqing's side, he gritted his teeth and walked bluntly towards An Ruo. Qing moved.
"Plop..."
The pain from the tearing of Ye Han's wound made his leg soft and he couldn't hold on anymore. He fell one meter away from An Ruoqing and fainted.
"Brother Yehan..."
The first person who saw Ye Han fainted was the little stone. When Ye Han fell to the ground, he screamed while running, and this time attracted An Ruoqing's attention.
Following Ye Han's faint breathing, his eyes closed softly. Just as he was about to close, Ye Han saw An Ruoqing hurriedly running towards her.
An Ruoqing's nervous reaction also made Ye Han's tense strings finally relieved.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he was completely unconscious.
When Ye Han woke up again, it was noon the next day.
An Ruoqing also guarded Ye Han all night.
On this day, An Ruoqing left the house early, went up the mountain to help Ye Han pick up the herbs that speed up the wound healing, and was awkwardly making a bowl of medicinal porridge for Ye Han.
"Cough cough... cough cough..."
Severely cold, he just opened his dim eyes, seeing An Ruoqing not by his side, he got up anxiously and wanted to look for it. Unexpectedly, the action was too big and accidentally alarmed the wound.
As a result, a rush of coughing sounded into An Ruoqing's ears.
Worried about the severe cold, she brought the soup down from the hot stove with her bare hands. An Ruoqing couldn't take care of her hot red hands. She casually wiped the pink dress twice, and hurriedly turned towards her. Run to the house where the night cold recuperates.
Just walked in, damn! I saw Ye Han falling to the ground beside the bed, trying his best to stand up.
"Yehan, don't move..."
An Ruoqing stopped Ye Han while mentioning the spiritual power contained in her body. Even she herself didn't know when she was able to control the spiritual power in her body freely.
This is definitely a new breakthrough, and it indicates that An Ruoqing's witchcraft will go to the next level.
The pink spiritual power slowly rose from the top of his head, and merged with the magic power in the palm of his hand.
"Yehan, you have to hold on, it may hurt a little, but it will end soon."
An Ruoqing looked at Ye Han with pale lips with a worried look. Seeing that his forehead was covered with puffy sweat particles, her heart trembled unconsciously.
For a Taoist like Ye Han, broken tendons and broken bones are all minor injuries, but now the damage to Ye Han from falling off a cliff is the pain of how many broken tendons and broken bones.
After drinking An Ruoqing's medicinal soup, plus An Ruoqing's witchcraft, Ye Han finally eased.
Looking at the sickly Ye Han on the bed, and then at the portrait of herself in the room, An Ruoqing couldn't help but a flow of heat poured into her eyes.
"Yehan, are you stupid? Can you fight Nanfengzishu alone? Is it worth it to save me? It's all right now. Let's lie down on the bed! Fortunately, your life is too big, I just listen Grandpa Stone said, if it wasn't for that tree, you would have died long ago."
An Ruoqing looked at Ye Han's bloodless face and forced a smile, then said angrily: "You can actually laugh, let's talk about it, how did you get knocked off the cliff?"
Although these words were abrupt, An Ruoqing had already been moved by Ye Han's true feelings. For her own sake, Ye Han actually ignored her life, and this obsession made An Ruoqing unable to repay.
Ye Han looked straight at An Ruoqing, his eyes were full of affection, and then smiled slightly and said: "An'er, please allow me to call you like this, you see what it is."
Ye Han lifted An Ruoqing's hand and placed it in his thick and warm palm, and then slowly said.
Although An Ruoqing is still not used to getting along with Ye Han, even though it will make her look a little unnatural.
But when she saw Ye Han remove the jade pendant from the top of her neck, she quieted down after struggling with Ye Han's hand held in her palm.
At that moment, An Ruoqing stared at Ye Han, seeming to be shocked by the thunder, and did not respond for a long time. After a long time, she squeezed a word out of her throat with difficulty: "You …"
"Yes, An'er is me, and I am the person you have been looking for."
"This... this... how is this possible?"
An Ruoqing looked a little panicked, these things were a little absurd, and she couldn't accept it for a while.
An Ruoqing subconsciously took the jade hanging from her neck and put it together with Yehan's piece. The texture was clear and the carving was fine, it was obviously in the hands of the same skilled craftsman.
"How could it be such a coincidence, Ye Han, did you take another piece of fake jade to lie to me."
An Ruoqing flashed this thought in her heart, so she blurted out with a bald mouth.
"An'er..."
Listening to what An Ruoqing said, Ye Han was panicked and unexpectedly took An Ruoqing into his arms.
This sudden reaction caused An Ruoqing to be hugged tightly by Ye Han before she had time to dodge.
"An'er, don't leave me from now on, okay? I'm so scared. I'm afraid that next time I won't have such good luck. I'm afraid you will become someone else's bride when you turn around. An'er, I'm really scared. …"
At this moment, Ye Han didn't care about the pain in his body. In his heart, An Ruoqing became everything to him. As long as An Ruoqing was by his side, his wound seemed to have healed long ago.
However, the joy An Ruoqing brought to Ye Han was far greater than the pain of falling off his cliff.
In Ye Han's heart, An Ruoqing is medicine, a miraculous medicine that can cure all of his illnesses. As long as An Ruoqing is there, his life is valuable and meaningful.