Chapter 342: What you think about during the day, you dream about at night
Ayi?
This name was a bit out of date for Aunt Chunhua. She thought for a long time before she recalled the smart and handsome young man from that year.
There hasn't been such a handsome child in their village for decades.
Aunt Chunhua said vaguely, "That year, Ayi went up the mountain to pick rock ginger. It was a summer rainstorm and the roads were slippery. He accidentally fell off the cliff, covered in blood and unconscious. Old Man Cheng had no choice but to send him to a big hospital."
Climbing ginger is a very rare medicinal material with the effects of promoting muscle growth and strengthening bones and relieving inflammation and pain. It mostly grows on cliffs.
In the field of traditional Chinese medicine, it has a very vivid nickname, called Drynaria fortunei.
It means that even if the bones are broken, the climbing ginger can recover as before.
"It was such a pity that the child died. The hospital couldn't save him! Later, Old Man Cheng brought his ashes back and buried them in the mountains behind him."
When Qiao Xi rushed home, he only received bad news.
Then he was buried in a hurry. Ayi had no relatives or friends, so even the funeral was very simple.
Once she started, Aunt Chunhua kept talking.
Qiao Xi sighed deeply, she had recognized the wrong person.
How can a dead person be resurrected?
She wasn't in the village at the time, but it was she who first mentioned climbing ginger. She had seen this magical herb in the Quanzhou Materia Medica and had casually mentioned wanting to see it.
Unexpectedly...
This is the deepest, most painful and most guilty regret in Qiao Xi's heart.
She felt that she had killed him.
So she confessed in her dreams countless times.
If she hadn't mentioned climbing the mountain at the beginning, would Yi have never gone up the mountain?
"Qiao girl, why are you asking about him? He's been dead for so many years, and you're still thinking about him?" Aunt Chunhua sighed, "That's right. He carried you down the snowy mountain step by step. The avalanche that year injured many people."
They were childhood playmates and had a deep friendship.
Qiao Xi was a little depressed: "It was just a casual mention. Aunt Chunhua, if you see Grandpa Cheng, remember to ask him to call me back."
"OK."
After Qiao Xi finished her phone call with Aunt Chunhua, the sunlight outside gradually dimmed.
Through the glass window, one could see the rosy glow of the sky. The room was quiet, and Qiao Xi lay on her side on the big bed, watching the rosy glow slowly dissipate, the light becoming dim, and the moon slowly rising.
The street lights in the villa area lit up one by one.
Qiao Xi didn't know when she fell asleep. Her head was dizzy and her stomach was aching.
She fell into a nightmare, cold sweat on her forehead.
She dreamed again of the day when the world fell apart in her youth! The day she heard that Ayi had died!
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that the sky is falling!
Her lips were white and dry, her face was pale, and she mumbled the name.
…
When night falls.
When Huo Xingzhou arrived home, Aunt Qian said, "Young Madam was very tired when she came back, so she went back to her room to rest. I didn't call her for dinner, so please go find her and come down. We're ready to eat."
"Um."
Huo Xingzhou hung his coat on the hanger and walked towards the stairs with his long legs.
Qiao Xi is a very polite person. She will show up on her own at mealtime and will never keep Aunt Qian waiting.
Huo Xingzhou gently pushed open the door of the master bedroom and walked in, then he heard the woman's low mumbling. Only when he walked to the bedside did he clearly hear the name she was calling.
It’s Yi.
He hadn't heard this name in her dreams for a long time.
He reached out and turned on the not-too-bright wall lamp, and immediately saw her sweating and looking in pain. Huo Xingzhou's face changed slightly, and he used the back of his hand to test the temperature of her forehead, which was not very hot.
No fever.
"Qiao Xi."
His voice was very soft and gentle, afraid to wake her up.
Huo Xingzhou wrung out a towel and wiped her cheek. Qiao Xi was awakened by the warm touch.
Slowly open your sleepy eyes.
There are red bloodshot eyes.
The moment she saw Huo Xingzhou, it seemed as if all the grievances in her heart were brought back to her mind.
She cried, "Hubby, my stomach hurts."
This was a root cause of the disease that had developed ten years ago, and even after so many years of treatment, it still hadn't been completely healed. Whenever her period came, her stomach felt like it was being cut by a knife. Seeing Mr. Zhong today, she was so distracted that she almost forgot the date and drank a large glass of iced mint water.
After returning home, the pain came back with a vengeance.
She was pulled into the endless abyss.
Huo Xingzhou extended his warm palm and placed it on her abdomen, rubbing it gently. "I'll ask Aunt Qian to make you some brown sugar ginger water, or you can take a painkiller for a quicker effect."
Qiao Xi's cheeks were pale and bloodless, and she said in a trembling voice, "Brown sugar ginger water, don't take too many painkillers."
"good."
Huo Xingzhou didn't leave either. He called the internal line at the bedside and asked Aunt Qian to make good preparations.
He turned up the temperature in the room a little more.
Qiao Xi lay in bed, watching him silently do these little things. In the end, he even found a hot water bottle, filled it with water, and stuffed it into her abdomen. The tearing pain in her body was immediately relieved a lot.
"Are you feeling better?"
"Um."
Qiao Xi nodded obediently.
Huo Xingzhou's eyes flashed darkly. He wiped her fingers with a wet towel and said casually with his eyes half-closed: "Did you have a nightmare just now?"
Tears welled up in Qiao Xi's eyes, and she looked sad: "It's a nightmare, but it's also something that happened in reality."
She clearly dreamed of the day she learned of Ayi's death.
Huo Xingzhou said softly: "I heard you calling his name. It seems that he means a lot to you. If he were alive..."
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
If the man named Ayi were still alive, he wouldn't know who Qiao Xi would choose.
"He's dead."
Qiao Xi said slowly, "I called Aunt Chunhua. Everyone in the village watched him being buried. I also hope that he is still alive. If he is alive, he can see the beauty of this world."
Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. She seemed particularly prone to tears at such vulnerable times.
Knock knock.
"Master, Madam. I'm coming in..."
Aunt Qian came in from the doorway carrying a tray. She looked at Qiao Xi and said, "Young Madam didn't have dinner, so I made brown sugar ginger eggs. I figured you wouldn't be able to eat anything else."
"Thank you, Aunt Qian."
Qiao Xi said weakly.
"Why are you still saying thank you to me?"
Aunt Qian helped her up and handed her the dishes and chopsticks.
Qiao Xi ate it in small bites. As soon as the food entered her stomach, she felt warm all over.
Aunt Qian watched her finish her meal and said, "After you're full, take a nap. You'll feel better tomorrow morning."
She took the dishes away.
Huo Xingzhou stayed with Qiao Xi in the room for a while, and saw her close her eyes and become sleepy again.
He walked out of the room, went to the corridor and called Huo Sijiao.
When Huo Sijiao on the other end of the phone saw that it was him calling, she stood up with a startle while applying her facial mask, and her tone was extremely flattering.
"My beloved great brother, did you call me for any instructions?"
Huo Xingzhou's tone was very cold: "You went out to dinner with your sister-in-law today. Did you meet anyone special?"
People often say that what you think about during the day you dream about at night.
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