Beautiful and miserable be aesthetics

Chapter 124

"I really do not know!"

Tian Nan was interrogated for a long time, and his head was about to explode.

This Mr. Ye turned his elbow outward, and secretly poked him with the tricks used in interrogating prisoners.

He really doesn't know what the master did during the three years from the age of 17 to 20!At that time, neither he nor Mingzhu had met the master yet.

As for the medicine of human blood, because Mr. Feng mentioned a few words, he knows some, but more is not clear.

Besides, even if he really knew everything, he wouldn't say a little bit.

Didn't you see that Mr. Feng kept his mouth shut?

He is not tired of life.

Mingzhu opened the window and couldn't help frowning when he saw the mess inside: "Tiannan, what are you doing here?"

"Where are the master's clothes?"

Tian Nan hurriedly lifted up the tray in his hand.

When he was dragged in just now, his first reaction was not to let the clothes on the tray fall to the ground.

"it's here!"

Mingzhu: "Stop making trouble, send it quickly, and then prepare some tonic soup. Mr. Feng said that the master may wake up in the next seven days."

"what?!"

The four people in the room were startled and rushed to Lian Shenwei's bedroom in a hurry.

The bedroom was very quiet, only the sound of Feng Ke grinding medicine.

The sound of the door opening was abrupt, and Feng Ke raised his head.

"...?"

He was displeased: "What are you doing?"

Ying Jingjue couldn't help pinching her palm, took a step forward, and lowered her voice: "Mr. Feng, I heard that little uncle..."

Feng Ke lowered his head, swept the medicine in the medicine mill on the oiled paper, and said in a calm tone, "Have you heard?"

Li Ningfeng: "Really?"

Feng Ke paused for a second: "Really."

Before the four of them had time to show joyful expressions, Feng Ke added a sentence in a lukewarm manner——

"If he still hasn't woken up after seven days, he won't wake up forever."

"..."

No matter how complicated the mood was, the small flame was extinguished at this moment.

This sentence is like a bucket of ice water in winter, pouring it down, freezing people in the ice and snow.

Ying Jingjue stared blankly at the extremely pale young man who was hidden behind the bed curtain, and his body shivered slightly.

Feng Ke didn't lie to them.

If Lian Shenwei can't wake up again, the vitality in his body will be wiped out, and he will never wake up again.

Tian Nan told him that Lian Shenwei might have lost his sense of taste a long time ago, but Ying Jingjue and the other three didn't know it yet.

Feng Ke didn't talk to them for the time being.

He was in a hurry that day, and he told some things that Lian Shenwei had done before, but when he calmed down, he worried that Lian Shenwei would be angry if he woke up and found out.

Lian Shenwei didn't want these juniors to be exposed to the hatred of the previous generation.

Since he said the seven-day deadline that day, in these seven days, for Jing Jue, Li Ningfeng and Ye Mingqin, every second is suffering, and the next second will always be given hope.

They took turns staying here, hoping day and night that the person on the bed would open their eyes.

Know the sea.

Gong Du also heard the seven-day deadline mentioned by Feng Ke.

Actually it doesn't matter to him.

Even if the vitality of this body is wiped out, he can wake up if he wants to. What Feng Ke predicts is actually only the vitality of the body.

It's okay to die like this directly, but, I don't know if it's because he didn't give up the colorful soul, when he wrote the script, he wrote a better ending for Lian Shenwei.

This person was too miserable in the original world line. Although he did not add exhaustion like him, greatly shortening the timeline to death, but his health was also very bad, and he did not have Feng Ke's company and care every day.

So lonely, step by step, he pushed Ying Jingjue's throne to be extremely stable, and then he was stripped of power, ordered Ling Chi, and died ten years after the new emperor ascended the throne.

Like a cup of too bitter tea abandoned by God.

No one cherishes, no one knows, silent in the years, passing away silently with the wind.

If you can make up for it, make it up as much as you can.

During these seven days, Lian Shenwei's hair turned white strand by strand.

Black and white mixed, like a blank ink painting.

If you only look at the general outline, you don't look like a young man in his 20s, but like an octogenarian.

Today is the evening of the seventh day.

Feng sticks to his bedside, with his finger resting on Lian Shenwei's pulse, feeling the weaker and weaker pulse under his fingertips, which only beats once in a while.

The lights in the bedroom were flickering, and the atmosphere became so depressing that the air became thinner.

Tiannan Mingzhu and Ying Jingjue are all here.

The ion time is getting closer.

The person on the bed still showed no signs of waking up.

Li Ningfeng couldn't help clenching his fists.

Occasionally, a ray or two of cool wind squeezed in through the cracks of the window blows in, hiding sporadic moonlight.

Clivia on the window sill felt the wind and swayed gently.

The young man's eyelashes trembled.

……

Second time on this road.

Lian Shen looked around slightly.

The fog has cleared up a bit compared to last time, this place... doesn't seem to be Huangquan, it's a bit familiar.

There are pavilions, terraces and waterside pavilions, and bells startle at the corners of the eaves.

He took a closer look, and finally found his impression of this place in his old memory.

This is Fudu Villa.

Is he home yet?

Thinking of this, the young man hesitated.

The same sound of laughing and playing as last time came from the mist, and this time even the sound was clearer than last time.

After hesitating for a long time, Lian Shenwei still chose to go forward, so the voice became clearer and clearer.He gradually saw where the noise came from.

Under a lush pear tree.

Around the stone table under the tree, there are several people sitting around, including Feng Ke, Qiu Che, Qiu Cheng, Jing Jue who is about ten years old, sister, father, mother...

and also.

he.

About 19 years old, dressed in white, with a lazy posture, holding a jug in his hand, chatting and laughing with Qiu Che beside him.

Feng Ke got a new medicine pestle and showed it off everywhere.

Jing decided to be endorsed by Qiu Cheng's question.

A Niang is embroidering, and A Sister is sharing snacks.

Lively and warm.

Lian Shenwei hid behind the pear tree, not too far away from the group of people, he stared at those familiar people for a moment.

That was the scene that had appeared in his dream.

But at this moment, he was like an outsider who strayed into someone else's house, hiding behind a tree, not daring to come forward to disturb him.

I don't know how long I watched it, but a drunk young man in white clothes appeared, and everyone around the stone table walked into the thick fog.

Lian Shenwei watched them leave.

Then he shifted his gaze, and met the gaze of the boy who opened his eyes at some point.

The young man stared at him blankly for a moment, then rubbed his eyes, and after making sure he read correctly, he took the unfinished wine in his hand and walked towards the pale-skinned young man in black who looked exactly like him under the pear tree .

The boy walked up to Lian Shenwei, "Am I dreaming?"

Although Lian Shenwei is much thinner than before, her frame is more mature than that of a teenager, and she is also taller.

He lowered his head slightly and smiled: "Maybe it's a dream."

Teenager: "You look very tired. Are you from a far away place? Why do you look the same as me?" He shook the wine in his hand and said with a smile, "Why don't you come to my house? Let's have a chat."

Lian Shen said gently, "That's Lian Yubai's home."

"Strange," said the boy, "you still know my name, so what's your name?"

Lian Shenwei didn't answer his question, but just looked in the direction of the ancestral hall, and after a while, asked: "If one day, you violated every family instruction, with bloody hands and bent knees, what will you do?"

"Wouldn't that mean he's become a heinous ghost who has done all kinds of bad things?" The young man raised his eyebrows, "If there ever comes a day, I don't have to wait for the old man to ask for the family law, I'll just end it myself."

"Having said so much, where are you going?"

Lian Shenwei half-jokingly said: "Self-destruct."

The young man laughed loudly, "It's really interesting, you want to go forward, right? You can just walk over from our house. See, you can go anywhere through the back mountain."

"There is no other way?"

The young man scratched his head: "Yes, but I don't know. I often play outside with a few friends. I don't know if new roads have been opened around the villa recently."

"That's it, then forget it."

"how?"

"It's too clean here," Lian Shen smiled, "I'm afraid that if I pass here, I will dirty your home."

He raised his hand, put his palm on the top of the boy's head, and patted it like a warning or a farewell, with a gentle and concerned tone: "Don't go out all the time, spend more time at home with your family."

The sleeves slid down, revealing a scarred arm, and the boy's gaze paused for a moment.

"Have you had a hard time, no one cares about you?"

Lian Shen slightly raised his eyebrows, looked at the scars on his body while withdrawing his hand, and said, "Yes, that's why they healed well."

The boy didn't believe it: "After a long time, it will heal no matter what."

Lian Shenwei was dumb for a moment, then shook his head: "I'm going back."

The young man glanced behind him, "It's so dark," he took out a lamp out of nowhere, "here, be careful on the road."

Lian Shenwei took it and thanked her.

He turned and walked into the dark road behind him.

The boy looked at his back and shouted a few words: "Hey, are you coming back? What's your name?"

The figure walked away with the lamp in hand, but no one answered him.

So he raised his head and took a sip of wine, muttering, "What a strange dream..."

Lian Shenwei didn't know how long she had been walking, and she had no direction.

Only the lamp in your hand can illuminate the path under your feet, sometimes it is grass, sometimes it is snow, and sometimes it is a pool of blood.

Gradually, the candle light in his hand became weaker and weaker.

Then nothing was visible.

The moment the candlelight disappeared, he fell suddenly, as if being immersed in water, and the feeling of suffocation flooded his mouth and nose little by little.The body suddenly became heavy, and unspeakable pain writhed in the limbs and bones.

"The time has passed..."

I don't know who murmured.

The fingertips that Feng Ke was pressing on Lian Shenwei's wrist also gradually felt cool.

In fact, it has been a while since the child's time, but no one has broken it, and Feng Ke can't feel the pulse anymore.

He pressed it instead of holding it, lowered his head and pursed his lips in silence, his eyes turned red a little.

Ying Jingjue saw Qing Fengke's movements, his face turned pale, and his body swayed.

Feng Ke closed his eyes, "You..."

suddenly.

As if it was an illusion, he felt a faint beating in his palm.

Feng Ke stopped suddenly, and looked at Lian Shenwei suddenly, he didn't even dare to move, all his attention was focused on his palm.

An undetectable low cough instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Like a switch, the young man coughed intermittently, his voice was low and weak, he seemed to be suffering, and frowned slightly.

Feng Ke clearly felt the beating pulse in his palm, although it was as thin as a gossamer, it existed firmly.

After he stayed for a while, he realized in an instant, and immediately took out the silver needle at his waist, pricked Lian Shenwei's neck a few times, and cursed as he pricked, "I'm scared to death."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly eased.

Under the ups and downs, Ying Jingjue only felt that his whole body was floating, and his legs almost gave up and he knelt on the ground.He squatted in front of the bed, staring nervously, and then couldn't help stretching out his hand to sniff Tanlian Shenwei.

When he really felt that thin but warm breath, his eyes were sour, and his throat felt like a ball of cotton was blocked.

... The little uncle almost couldn't save his life several times.

How difficult it is to rescue him, he knows clearly.

Fortunately, fortunately, he still has a chance to make up for it.

Li Ningfeng's tense body slowly relaxed, and his overly tense shoulders convulsed slightly at this moment. Only then did he realize that there was a layer of cold sweat on his back, and his hands were shaking unconsciously.

Ye Mingqin's lower lip was bitten with blood, and at this moment he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother..."

Feng Ke slapped Li Ningfeng on the back of his hand, and gave him a warning look: "Ying Jing is done with you, are you done?"

"Stay away, don't wait until he wakes up to scare him."

The needle in his hand twisted.

The young man's eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Feng Ke knew that he couldn't hear him, so he quickly moved closer and asked in a low voice: "How do you feel, is there any discomfort?"

There was no response for a while, Feng Ke thought he was still not used to it, so he waited for a while and changed a silver needle, "Lian Shenwei?"

The young man blinked his eyes slowly, his eyes were out of focus, completely empty.

After a while, he struggled with the wrist held by Feng Ke, and he hadn't spoken for a long time. Lian Shenwei's voice was weak and hoarse, with a bit of confusion: "...Feng...Ke?"

Feng Ke paused, with a bad premonition in his heart, his Adam's apple rolled, and he stretched out his hand to shake in front of the young man.

No response.

Feng Ke tapped Lian Shenwei's arm twice, indicating that he was there.

The young man noticed it, but he just woke up and didn't have much energy to think about it. Most of the reactions were the most straightforward. He paused for a moment, and said slowly: "...Is it night now?"

It was night, but the lights in the bedroom were flickering and bright.

It's just that those eyes, which were originally clear, couldn't reflect any light at this time, and were silently covered with a layer of dull gray.

Feng Ke's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.