After Zhenshu followed Aunt Hong back to Sheli with a droopy head, Aunt Hong changed her indulgence towards him as she did in Yunmeng Hall and looked at Zhenshu with a stern face.
"Zhenshu, stop messing around."
Zhenshu had originally looked pitiful, but upon hearing Aunt Hong's words, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes blazing with fire, his face flushed red, and he seemed to be having trouble breathing.
"I told you a long time ago that I'm not kidding. I like you sincerely. You can look down on my age, but you can't look down on my feelings."
Zhenshu was irritated by Aunt Hong's helpless tone, as if she was dealing with a child.
He paced around the room in a restless mood, occasionally raising his hands to his head and scratching it as if he had nowhere to vent his anger.
"The Pillow Book..."
I have said no so many times, softly and firmly, and tried to persuade him so many times. But for some reason, this child is so stubborn and won't listen to anything I say.
Aunt Hong now feels powerless about the pillow book.
In fact, after living for so many years, she probably understood that the reason why Zhenshu had such feelings for her was simply because she saved him in the beginning and later took him in.
But life-saving grace and love are two completely different things. Zhenshu is still young, and in his eyes, he is just a child.
Not to mention that I have long given up on love, even if I still have new hope for love, the person I would consider would never be a half-grown child like him.
She didn't agree to his request because she was truly concerned about him and didn't want to delay him. She no longer had any expectations for life and just lived day by day.
But it’s different for Zhenshu. His life has just begun. If he sacrifices his wonderful life for someone like her, it would be a loss.
But Zhenshu was a stubborn child who didn't take her rejection seriously at all. He even regarded her rejection as a test. He became more and more courageous and continued to do what he wanted.
.........
Even though Aunt Hong talked for so long and said so much, not a single word of hers hit the point.
Why was Zhenshu injured and how was he injured so badly? This was the main point Liang Meng wanted to hear, but Aunt Hong kept talking and talking, and all she could think of was some helpless words towards Zhenshu.
Liang Meng was already very worried because Zhenshu was seriously injured. Now, seeing that Aunt Hong was still hesitating and unwilling to tell the truth.
Aunt Hong immediately irritated him, and he blurted out angry words without any concealment.
"Auntie Hong, Zhenshu is so seriously injured that it's still unknown whether he's alive or dead. Please tell me what's going on."
Liang Meng spoke in a harsh tone, with her brows furrowed high and her face full of impatience.
"yes."
Aunt Hong felt a little embarrassed by Liang Meng's scolding, and her old face quickly turned red with shame.
He lowered his head and coughed twice, but when he raised his head again, he didn't dare to look Liang Meng in the eye.
Straightening her slightly hunched shoulders, Aunt Hong sat perfectly upright in her chair, her hands resting neatly on her knees. Her cloudy eyes stared straight out the door, her voice slow and hoarse as she spoke.
"Master, before you listen to the story about the pillow book, please listen to my story first."
When Aunt Hong said this, her eyes were looking outside. Liang Meng felt that Aunt Hong was suddenly shrouded in a layer of melancholy.
Aunt Hong's voice was full of pleading. Liang Meng suppressed his anxiety and nodded to Aunt Hong. Seeing that Aunt Hong couldn't see, he said "yes" again.
After waiting for a while, Aunt Hong began to tell the story.
.........
No one is born this old. No matter how old one looks, there was always a time when one was young and pretty.
No matter who you are, you will grow old from young.
But unlike others, Aunt Hong's aging is voluntary.
This story starts 200 years ago...
Aunt Hong at that time, oh no, she couldn’t be called Aunt Hong, she was still very young at that time.
Then, let’s go by the nickname of Zhenshu, Hong’er.
Hong'er was young at that time, and her true form was a butterfly. She was so beautiful. In addition, Hong'er had a cheerful and lively personality, and she had a pure and innocent heart towards everyone.
It's hard for anyone not to like a girl like this.
Soon, Hong'er fell in love with a man.
If you think about it carefully, Hong'er can be considered the man's savior.
Behind Hong'er's home, there is a very high and barren mountain. As there is no scenery to speak of and vicious beasts often appear there, almost no one goes there.
But Hong'er likes that mountain very much, and always likes to run around the mountain when she has nothing to do.
That man was the one Hong'er found on the mountain.
At that time, the man's face was covered in blood, and his clothes were all torn, with bloodstains everywhere.
Lying there motionless, his chest barely rising or falling. Hong'er had never seen such a horrifying sight before, and immediately screamed in fear.
After yelling, he turned around and ran away. He ran straight back home in one breath.
Seeing her pale face and eyes full of fear, her parents were all frightened and asked her what had happened.
Unexpectedly, Hong'er was so frightened that she couldn't speak for a long time. When she finally calmed down a little, Hong'er told her parents about the man she saw on the deserted mountain.
Hong'er's parents were both honest and decent people. After hearing what happened, they were also surprised that the man appeared in such a desolate mountain. However, saving the man soon prevailed. No matter what, the man was injured and he had to be saved!
Just like that, Hong'er and her father went up the mountain again. Hong'er had been running and playing on this mountain since she was a child, and there was no corner that she was not familiar with.
She took her father to find the man with ease. When her father saw that the man was in a more serious condition than Hong'er had described, he didn't dare to delay and carried him back home.
Fortunately, Hong'er's father knows some medical skills. Usually, he treats anyone in the village who has a headache or fever.
But Hong'er's father only knew the basics. The man's injuries were too severe. After using all the necessary herbs, the rest could only be left to fate.
Life or death depends entirely on God's will.
The man lay in Hong'er's house for ten days before waking up.
During these ten days, Hong'er had to sit by the bed and watch him every day, because the herbal medicine applied on the wound would penetrate into the skin and cause itching.
So her father asked her to stay here and stop the man if he scratched her unconsciously.
Hong'er felt very embarrassed about her father's request. After all, there were differences between men and women, so this... wasn't very nice.
Unexpectedly, her father laughed immediately when he heard her say that.
He raised his hand and rubbed her messy head lovingly. "I wonder if these herbs will work on him. How could he wake up so quickly?"
Hong'er pouted, snorted softly at her father, wrinkled her nose and ran to the bed to guard it.
For the past ten days, she and her father had changed the dressings three times a day. There was no other way. Even though it was inconvenient due to gender differences, Hong'er's mother couldn't help, so they had to break all the rules.
The blood on the man's face had long been wiped clean, and his face was handsome and fair, looking like an honest scholar.
Compared to the broken head, the scratches on the man's body were much more serious.
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