Lin Qinghe was pressed on a chair, watching Zhao Wei find ointment to apply to his abrasions, his heart was warm and bitter: "I never thought that there would be a day when I would need someone to take care of me. Sigh... I am sorry to trouble you."
"You are my master, who should I take care of if I don't take care of you?"
Zhao Wei unscrewed the cap of the ointment, dipped his fingertips in it, and gently applied it to the scratch on his arm, "Back then I..."
After saying this, Zhao Weiren choked up a little, but realized that he couldn't say this, so he had to hold it back.
"Forget it, this is all in the past. People have to look forward. If you want to do anything in the future, just tell me."
"If I'm too busy, I still have a disciple for you to use."
"Anyway, you are not allowed to go into the mountains alone anymore."
Lin Qinghe's eyes were moistened, and he turned his head to look out the window: "Okay, okay, okay, I'll do as you say. You are a fellow who is now controlling even the master..."
Sometimes, he couldn't understand why Zhao Wei was so close to him from the very beginning.
As soon as they met, she became his disciple without any hesitation.
Later, he had a premonition of something and discovered that there was some inexplicable fate between him and Zhao Wei.
Looking at the other party's busy figure at this time, he had a lot of questions to ask, but he found it unbelievable and kept shaking his head to deny it.
Zhao Wei was quick-witted and could naturally see Lin Qinghe's aggression.
After thinking about it, he sent several disciples back home, and even sent the family members back to the house to rest. At this time, he and Lin Qinghe were the only ones in the room.
The candle flames continued to flicker, and there was a silence between the master and the disciple.
Finally, it was Zhao Wei who broke the silence: "Master, if you have anything to ask, just ask. I promise to tell you everything I know!"
Everything he has was given by Lin Qinghe. This kind of relationship, like that of a teacher and a family member, has warmed him in both of his lives.
He could hide it from his servants, and even from his wife Yunxiu, but he couldn't tell a lie to Lin Qinghe.
Moreover, he also knew that Lin Qinghe was not an ordinary person. He was the descendant of the Taoist medicine lineage.
He practiced Taoism and medicine.
Otherwise, he would not have stopped practicing medicine just because he broke the precepts.
Sure enough, Lin Qinghe's first sentence revealed a lot.
"Zhao Wei, I don't care who you are, a ghost or a monster, just... forget it, and don't tell me about it."
"Let's live in the present, focus on the future, and everything will be fine."
Zhao Wei paused as he held the ointment in his hand. His throat seemed to be blocked by something. After a long while, he spoke in a hoarse voice: "Master...you knew it a long time ago?"
Lin Qinghe raised his hand and gently patted the back of his hand with his skinny fingers, his action carrying the gentleness that only an elder could show.
"When I first saw you, I felt that there was something wrong with your eyes. They were too bright, too bright to be like a young man who had just come from the countryside, and even less like an ordinary mountain dweller."
He smiled and sighed, "Besides, I have seen many strange things in these years of practicing Taoism. The 'discomfort' in you may be hidden from others, but not from my eyes."
Zhao Wei's heart sank suddenly, but he felt strangely relieved.
The secret hidden deep in my heart these days was like a stone that was pressing down on me. Now, a corner of it was gently lifted up. There was no panic as I had imagined, but only a calmness that everything was settled.
"I..." He wanted to explain, but didn't know where to start.
Does it mean that I come from another world? Or does it mean that there is a strange soul in this body?
Lin Qinghe shook his head and interrupted him: "No need to elaborate. Whether it is a debt from the previous life or a fate in this life, it doesn't matter."
He pointed out the window and said, "Look at the rice stored under the elm tree. No matter how many hardships it has gone through this year, it will still produce ears. The same goes for people. No matter what the past was like, it is enough to live a down-to-earth life now and protect the people around you."
Zhao Wei looked at him and suddenly remembered his previous life. The year he was adopted, he accidentally caught a cold and had a high fever that wouldn't go away. It was Lin Qinghe who stayed by his bedside, used acupuncture to force out the cold, and then carried him on his back to go to the mountains to collect herbs.
At that time, he felt that this seemingly eccentric mountain doctor had a sea in his heart that could accommodate hundreds of rivers and could also accommodate an outlier like himself.
"Master," he whispered, "thank you."
"What are you thanking me for?" Lin Qinghe raised his eyebrows. "You are my disciple. If I don't protect you, who else can I protect? Besides, what you have done this year is more practical than what I have done in my entire life. Repairing canals, planting crops, and ensuring that the villagers have enough food to eat is better than any other practice."
He paused, and then continued, "I broke the precepts because I was too obsessed with the art and forgot that the foundation of medicine is benevolence. You are different. You care about people, which is better than anything else."
Zhao Wei's eyes were filled with tears. He lowered his head and continued to apply ointment to Lin Qinghe.
The ointment had a cool minty scent, mixed with the warmth of the candlelight, that permeated the air.
"So... do you want to know my origins? I can tell you..." He didn't say anything else, but the meaning was self-evident.
"What?" Lin Qinghe snorted, "No need to say. Everything is self-evident. I understand it all."
He moved closer and lowered his voice, "Besides, I see that your luck, although it has its ups and downs, has a golden aura. You have a destiny that can accomplish things."
"Live a good life in the future, don't think about those things. There is a saying that goes, if it comes, make the best of it."
Zhao Wei couldn't help laughing, but tears rolled down and hit Lin Qinghe's arm, leaving a small stain.
"Silly boy, why are you crying?"
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