Chapter 63
Chapter 63
one year later.
The grass grows and the warbler flies, and the stream is accompanied by fertile fields, lush and green.
Behind the fields of mulberry and bamboo, in a small courtyard surrounded by fences, a young man in plain green clothes rolled up his sleeves and lowered his eyes to pick herbs from a basket.
Looking at it from the side, the face is clear and beautiful, with white teeth and red lips, and eyes like a bowl of Taoyuan water, hazy and moving.
He carefully picked the black and rotten parts of the herbs, picked them up and discarded them.
A person approached outside the bamboo house, carrying a medicine box, dressed in white clothes, bright eyes and sparse eyebrows, it was Shen Gulin whom he hadn't seen for a long time.
Pushing open the wooden door, I saw the young man sitting on a wooden bench in the yard, holding a basket containing medicinal herbs, doing delicate work of picking bad ones.
He threw down the medicine box and snatched the bamboo basket, frowned and taught, "Ziqian, you haven't recovered yet, how can you waste your energy to do these things, and you can't go back to the house so you can rest."
Yi Ziqian knew that he was concerned about himself, so he snatched the bamboo basket away, and said with a comforting smile: "Staying in the house all day and feeling flustered, I feel that my spirit is better, so I found these things."
Shen Gulin put the basket aside, sighed and said, "I understand, it's just that you're hurt too badly, and you can't even do these jobs."
After hearing what he said, Yi Ziqian's face gradually dimmed, and he said, "I understand."
Shen Gulin has always been blunt and quick to speak, seeing his melancholy expression, he quickly apologized when he knew he was wrong: "Zi Qian, I didn't mean that, don't be angry."
Knowing his temper, Yi Ziqian shook his head and said, "I wouldn't blame you, I just feel a little sad because I think my health won't get better."
Shen Gulin knew that there was more than a little bit of sadness in his heart, but he always hid his emotions and didn't want to bring his back to him, so he firmly said: "With me here, I will definitely make you better."
If you want to ask why the two met here, you have to recall a year ago.
I just remember that at that time, two charismatic people from all over the world came to the door and asked Shen Gulin for medicine.
Shen Gulin categorically refused the two's hard work.
He had gritted his teeth in front of his master's grave and promised never to heal people in the martial arts, so he naturally had a lot of resistance to them.
Although the two men were sincere and begged hard, he still closed the door and disappeared.
The two had no choice but to give up and chose to go home.
But after a while, they came to the door again. When they opened the courtyard door that day, they saw them again, and they were about to say please send them off with a cold face.
But they found that the two were supporting a dying young man with a pale complexion, and it was Yi Ziqian who looked like that.
In desperation, he didn't care much, and asked the two to help Yi Ziqian into the house.
When he was about to cut his pulse, he found that Ziqian was carrying the Jiulu pill that was given to him for safekeeping at that time.
He was holding the kit containing the medicine, full of mixed flavors.
When he cut his pulse again, his heart sank, and he found that Yi Ziqian had suffered an internal injury. Although he had been healed, there was still no sign of improvement.
What's more serious is that the kneecap on the leg seems to have been smashed.
After Ziqian woke up, before his condition stabilized, he interceded for the two of them.
After observation, although the two were from the Jianghu, they had good character and saved Yi Ziqian's life, so they simply gave them two Jiulu pills.
The two obviously didn't expect that there were two Jiulu pills left, which was a little unexpected, and then happily prepared to take them to their respective heads and valley owners.
Before leaving, they were very worried that someone would find this place, and asked Yi Ziqian and Shen Gulin if they should send someone to guard this place.
Shen Gulin only wanted to be quiet, so naturally he didn't want to be guarded by so many people, and he was proud that this place was secluded, which ordinary people could not easily find.
Seeing that Shen Gulin was so persistent, they had no choice but to give up.
Afterwards, Ziqian stayed with him to recuperate from his injuries. Apart from taking care of Ziqian, he had time to go out to see a doctor for the villagers on the mountain.
Yi Ziqian raised his head when he heard his words, the gloom between his brows seemed to subside a bit, he showed a slight smile, and said, "I believe you."
Seeing that his expression was getting better, Shen Gulin picked up the green bamboo walking stick beside him and handed it to him, saying: "Go into the house, I'll do these later."
Yi Ziqian couldn't bear him, so he had no choice but to climb on the crutches, trying not to rely on Shen Gulin's support, and walked into the bamboo house step by step.
Shen Gulin knew that he looked gentle on the surface, but deep down he refused to give in.
Looking at his strong back, I never thought that such a gentle and quiet person would be willing to use cruel hands to deliberately torture him, sourness and anger inevitably surged in my heart.
Shen Gulin also entered the room together, helped him onto the bed, and said: "I spared some money and asked a carpenter to make a wheelchair, then you can go out in the wheelchair, you don't need to waste so much effort."
Yi Ziqian was already taken care of by him, and he didn't want him to spend the money, so he grabbed his arm and hurriedly said, "I made the bamboo crutch very well, go and return it, don't waste the money on it."
Shen Gulin hugged his waist, put him beside the bed, and said: "The wages have already been given to the carpenter, and the wheelchair is almost finished, don't worry, it won't cost much money."
Yi Ziqian supported the side of the bed with both hands, and it took a lot of strength to lie down on the bed, lying flat on the bed and said: "Forget it, don't waste money on these next time, I can use everything well good."
Shen Gulin knew that Yi Ziqian was worried that he didn't have enough money, so he felt warm in his heart, and said softly: "Sleep for a while, let's rest up."
Yi Ziqian nodded and said, "I'm sorry, Gu Lin."
Then he closed his eyes and went.
Looking at his peaceful face, Shen Gulin calmed down, closed the window of the small bamboo building, and left to grind the herbs.
A few days later, Yi Ziqian was sitting in a wheelchair, pushing the chair skillfully by himself, and walking around the yard.
Seeing that he was able to come and go freely in a wheelchair, Shen Gulin felt relieved, but also thought that it would not be appropriate to keep Yi Ziqian bored in a place with few people and birds.
So while going down the mountain to go to the county for a doctor's visit, he pushed Yi Ziqian down the mountain to visit the lively market.
This day, Shen Gulin was going to see a doctor again, he pushed Yi Ziqian down the mountain, put him in the crowded market, and after seeing the doctor, he came to look for him at the bridge entrance of the market.
Yi Ziqian stayed on the mountain for a long time, seeing no one except Gu Lin, and was still not used to being in such a lively environment.
Passers-by didn't have much malice towards this handsome boy in a wheelchair, on the contrary, they gave them more pity and kindness.
Yi Ziqian was stared at by everyone for a long time, and he was a little embarrassed. With an embarrassed smile, he tried his best to ignore these gazes, and just looked at the street vendors with a wide variety of goods.
At this moment, he saw a sudden incident not far ahead.
A woman in ragged clothes, screaming miserably, was grabbed by a brazen man's wrist, pulling her to a dark alley.
Some passers-by saw the injustice and wanted to dissuade the man and save the woman, but the man pushed them away with brute force.
And they can only give up because of the force of men.
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