Chapter 342: What you think about during the day, you dream about at night

Yi?

This name was a bit old to 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 collect rock ginger. It was a summer rainstorm and the road was slippery. He accidentally fell off the cliff and was covered in blood. He was unconscious. Old Man Cheng had no choice but to send him to a big hospital."

Rock climbing ginger is a very rare medicinal material that has the effects of promoting muscle growth and strengthening bones and relieving inflammation and pain. It mostly grows on cliffs.

In traditional Chinese medicine, it has a very vivid nickname, called Gu Sui Bu.

It means that even if the bones are broken, the rock climbing ginger can recover as before.

"It was such a pity for that child. The hospital couldn't save him! Later, Old Man Cheng brought back his urn and buried it in the back hill."

When Qiao Xi rushed home, she only received bad news.

The burial was hastily carried out afterwards. Since Yi had no relatives or friends, even the funeral was extremely 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?

At that time, she was not in the village. But it was she who proposed the climbing rock ginger. She saw this magical herb in the "Quanzhou Materia Medica" and mentioned it casually, wanting to see it.

I didn’t expect…

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 rock climbing 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, you still miss him?" Aunt Chunhua said with emotion, "That's right. He carried you down the snow mountain step by step. The avalanche that year injured many people."

They were childhood playmates with a deep friendship.

Qiao Xi was in a low mood. "It was just a casual remark. Aunt Chunhua, if you see Master 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 a layer of glass window, one can see the sky full of rosy clouds. The room is quiet, and Qiao Xi lies on her side on the big bed, watching the rosy clouds slowly fade away, the light becomes dim, and the moon slowly rises.

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 abdomen was aching.

She fell into a nightmare with 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 if the sky fell!

Her lips were white and dry, her face was pale, and she mumbled the name.

…

When night falls.

When Huo Xingzhou got 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 Young Master, please go get her down, we're ready to eat."

"Um."

Huo Xingzhou put 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 for meals on her own and will never let Aunt Qian wait.

Huo Xingzhou gently pushed open the door of the master bedroom and walked in, then he heard the woman's low mumbling. He walked to the bedside and then he could 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-so-bright wall lamp, and immediately saw her sweating and in pain. Huo Xingzhou's face changed slightly, and he used the back of his hand to feel the temperature of her forehead, which was not too hot.

No fever.

"Qiao Xi."

His voice was very soft and gentle, for fear of waking her up.

Huo Xingzhou squeezed a towel and wiped her cheek, and Qiao Xi was awakened by the warm touch.

Slowly open your sleepy eyes.

There are red bloodshot eyes.

The moment I saw Huo Xingzhou, it seemed as if all the grievances in my heart were brought back to mind.

She cried, "Honey, my stomach hurts."

This was a disease she had developed ten years ago, and even after so many years of treatment, she still hadn't completely recovered. When her period came, her stomach felt like it was being cut by a knife. Today, when she saw Mr. Zhong, she was so distracted that she forgot the date and drank a large glass of iced mint water.

After returning home, the pain came back again.

She was pulled into an endless abyss.

Huo Xingzhou stretched out 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 face was 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 phone at the bedside and asked Aunt Qian to make good preparations.

He turned up the temperature in the room a little higher.

Qiao Xi lay on the bed, watching him do these little things silently. In the end, he even found a hot water bag, 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 spoke casually with his eyes half-closed: "Did you have a nightmare just now?"

Tears welled up in Qiao Xi's eyes, and her gaze was full of sorrow: "It was a nightmare, but it also happened in reality."

She clearly dreamed of the day when Ayi died.

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 was still alive, he had no idea 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 to be particularly prone to tears at such a vulnerable moment.

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 don't think you can 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, "Take a nap after you're full. 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 that she closed her eyes and became 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 spoke in an extremely flattering tone.

"My dear great brother, are you calling me for any instructions?"

Huo Xingzhou's tone was very cold: "You went out to eat 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.