Chapter 24: Dew

When Ye Fusheng woke up, it was already the next morning.
Chen Xi first exposed, cut clouds, cut Xia silk. The window was blown open by the breeze, and a few pieces of fine gold leaves came in. He lay in bed for a while, and there were still bleeding and itching after the whole body, and he suddenly couldn't wait to faint. one time.
"Don't pretend to be awake if you wake up, otherwise it will kill me." Sun Minfeng Shi Shiran came and gave him a pulse, "The pulse is stable, the blood is deficient, and there is no big deal for the time being. I will go back and nibble the brown sugar dates. "
Everything in my eyes was clear, the pain in the right leg disappeared, and the body was rare and brisk. Ye Fusheng recognized Sun Minfeng, and then rubbed the memories that were not fragments before the coma, and finally put it together: "Thank you for the rescue, Ah ... How about your housekeeper?"
"Walking out the door." Sun Minfeng picked him up gently and stuffed a bunch of peanuts, "eat it, just cook it, not on fire."
Ye Fusheng: "..."
The two knocked like a hamster for a while. Ye Fusheng looked at Sun Minfeng with teasing eyes and raised an eyebrow: "Mr. Sun has something to ask?"
After thinking for a while, Sun Minfeng nodded and admitted, "Are you breaking your sleeves?"
Ye Fusheng was almost choked to death by a bite of peanuts.
"It doesn't seem to be yet." Sun Minfeng had some regrets and asked again: "Do you think my master looks like a broken sleeve?"
Ye Fusheng hammered his chest, and finally let it go, saying: "He ... is still young, and it is too early to say that."
Sun Minfeng's eyes looked like hell.
"You don't have broken sleeves, then I don't understand too much." Sun Minfeng tilted Erlang's legs and looked at Ye Fusheng's sickly face. "Non-kind and non-kind, why should he serve you ..."
Before he finished speaking, a man came in at the door and said coldly, "Ghost Doctor, if you have nothing to do with nothing, treat your big tongue first."
Ye Fusheng listened to this voice, and the free hand clenched the bedding secretly, and then slowly released it. Looking up, he saw that Chu Xi entered the house with a small face sinking like water, and a small silver in his hand. When the pot was put on the table, it was so heavy that the whole table shook.
The child is older and his temper is stronger.
Looking at his temperament and thinking about Ye Fusheng's feelings when he was under the tide of the sea before. For ten years, things are right and wrong, and it can't be considered a good time to talk about wine, not to mention that the traversing between the two is not the old account of Chen Sesame Rotten Millet, or the almost unsolvable blood sea.
Chu Xiwei didn't mince him to feed the dog, it was already a big accident. Ye Fusheng wondered if he was an elder, and he couldn't care about it anymore, so he raised his smile and waved to him: "Come back? Come and sit."
Sun Minfeng always saw the machine, so he rolled out in a mellow ground. After a while, his voice was far away at the door: "Master I will go to the hanging pot to help the world first, you talk slowly!"
As soon as he left, the atmosphere in the house did not relax, but instead became more embarrassing. Chu Xiwei stood at the spot and looked at Ye Fusheng for a while. The smile on the other side's face was stiff, and then he walked over and walked over, but didn't sit, but looked at him condescendingly, lips raised. Tone of interest: "Ye ... floating?"
Ye Fusheng touched his nose. Some people are not used to such a high-low perspective: "It ’s just a name, just call it whatever you like."
"Also, I used to call you ... 'Master'." Chu Xiwei watched his black hair scattered with a few traces of frost, and for a time it was like a hump in the throat, and the hands behind him were tightly held and loose Open, "But do you think you are still qualified to bear these two words?"
Ye Fusheng felt a stab in his heart, but his smile didn't change: "A Yao, the bigger you get, the more awkward you are, when you were young ..."
"Don't mention to me when I was a kid!" Chu Xiwei suddenly reached out and stuck his throat, pressing hard against Ye Fusheng directly against the wall behind him, hitting the back of his head with pain.
Close at hand, breathing blends, even the eyelashes are all visible, but the two people so close are separated from each other by the difficult sky.
An abnormal dark red appeared faintly on the edge of Chu Xiwei's pupil. His voice was very soft, and there was a smile on his face, but his eyes were choppy.
He said, "I really want to kill you, Master."
Ye Fu's life took a breath, and Chu Chuxi raised a smile: "Okay."
After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, and even withdrew the instinct of defense just now. He calmly let the people hold the key. The attitude was naturally as if no one wanted his life, but just wanted to take a short rest.
Chu Xiwei's eyes traced inch by inch on his face, his palms trembling a few times, and he slowly recovered it.
"Your life, I have been waiting for ten years, and it's not that short of a while." He returned to the table. "However, I really didn't expect that you would have fallen to this point when I met again."
"Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, who hasn't had a bad time?" Ye Fusheng opened his eyes, shrugged, looked up and down at Chu Xiwei, and shook his head: "However, although they all said Eighteen changes, but I did n’t expect the boys to change more. At that time, you did n’t even have a pair of shoes and a stack of shoes. My ribs were tall, and I was still a chubby. When I ran, the meat was upside down. When you pick up a plum blossom pile, it's like putting a meatball on a bamboo stick ... "
"Shut up!" Chu Xi has been in the high position for many years, and has not been exposed to black history for a long time. There is some embarrassment and embarrassment at the moment, but the eyebrows of the upper leaf floated into a crescent moon, and he regurgitated back at his stomach, choking him Chest is stuffy.
He gritted his teeth: "Ye Fusheng, do you really think I won't kill you?"
Ye Fusheng made a stroke on his neck and blinked his eyes; "This skull has been in your custody for ten years, and you are welcome to pick it up at any time."
The feeling of the dog biting Wang Bawu's incompetence made Chu Xiwei feel more annoyed. He glanced at the silver pot that he had just placed on the table and took a sip.
At the next moment, his face twitched, and he turned his head and sprayed, coughing twice, and his pale face flushed.
The wine was colorless and tasteless. He also tried the poison with a silver needle first, but now as soon as he enters it, it is like pouring a mouthful of berberine pepper water, which is bitter and spicy, and the throat is sore, and the rest is half swallowed. Going down is like swallowing a rusty knife.
Ye Fusheng looked surprised, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, reached out and patted Chu Xiwei's back to give him a sigh: "What's wrong with you?"
Chu Xi was so choked that he couldn't speak, and covered his mouth to suppress the nausea in his stomach. The dark red in his eyes faded away, leaving only the tears that were irritated, and he looked like a wave of autumn water.
... the same time when the little fat dune was bullied by himself, it was like crying.
Ye Fusheng looked at him like this, and a flower came out of his devastated heart, trembling, but itchy.
He poured a hot water to Chu Xiwei, picked up the small silver pot and looked at it carefully, slap the size, exquisite workmanship, it seems that it is not a cheap object, sniffed near the mouth of the pot, there is no strange smell, and Said it is wine. It is better to say that there is a pot of white water.
He sipped the liquor lightly, and the whole person froze.
Chu Xiwei felt that the hand that patted his back suddenly stopped, and then there was a slight tremor. He panicked in his heart, grabbed Ye Fusheng's palm with his backhand, looked up, and found that the man's face was laughing. Faded away, leaving only a daze.
"Canglu ..."
Chu Xi was slightly startled: "What's wrong with you?"
Ye Fusheng's hand unconsciously increased his strength. The silver pot was cracked by him, and the liquor leaked out and wet his hand. This made him relax like a dream and wake up the remaining liquor. All poured out and filled with a glass.
He looked at Chu Xiwei, his eyes were red, his lips twitched: "Who gave you this?"
"... A white-haired road leader with a clear track number." After hesitating, Chu Xiwei was puzzled. "Do you know?"
"Duanqing, Duanqing ..." Ye Fusheng repeatedly muttered for a while, and looked at Chu Xiwei, almost thinking that Sun Mingfeng had given him counterfeit medicine, and was guilty of frustration.
As he was about to go out to pick up the quack doctor, Ye Fusheng suddenly grabbed his hand.
Chu Xi lost the Bingzhuzhu slightly, his body breath was no longer stable, and his body temperature was slightly higher. However, Ye Fusheng's body temperature is currently low due to medication and physical weakness. The two of them touched their skin in a sudden, as if the ice collided with the fire suddenly, one was trembling with the heat and the other was trembling with the condensation.
Chu Xi was stunned for a while, and shook his hand away, stinking a face: "What are you doing?"
"A Yao, where is that man?" Ye Fusheng looked at him, his eyes were facing each other, and Chu Xiwei could see the sudden light rising in his eyes.
It seemed that a man who was about to die, was resurgent in this moment.
He felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and he didn't get angry, "What do you do?"
"A Yao, you took me to see him, and after I met him, from now on, I would answer everything you said." Ye Fusheng pinched the little silver pot with no expression on his face, but his eyes were wet, "My Never asked you in my life, this time, you promised me. "
When the prodigal prodigal son was hardly so serious, even a ten-year-old covenant of life and death, he was just a flirty sentence: "You want to kill me for revenge? Well, ten years later, this life will return is you."
Wealth and wealth are like clouds, and life and death are at rest, Chu Xiwei always thought that no one in the world would shake him.
Until now.
He felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. It seemed that the flower he had been waiting for was finally opened, but he was first folded down, and the hand in the sleeve was slowly clenched. :"Oh really?"
Ye Fusheng didn't pay attention to the danger in his words. He looked at the small silver pot without turning his eyes, and focused on his head.
"I have seen this headmaster three hours ago. If you want to see him, I can take you to chase it now, but ..." Chu Xi slowly held Ye Fusheng's shoulder slowly, "You tell me first, he will who is it?"
Ye Fusheng hesitated: "He, it's mine ..."
Chu Xiwei's eyes slowly squinted, his hands clasped Ye Fusheng's shoulder well inadvertently.
"... Madam."
The accumulating qi was just pierced by a needle and leaked cleanly.