But Pei Yu still wouldn't let him go, nor would he tell him where his brother was. In the days that followed, Fang Juexia was like a walking corpse, allowing him to order him around.
He was not a talkative person to begin with, and he was even less talkative now. Only when Pei Yu made him angry would he say a few harsh words in his hoarse voice.
When Zhou Jing'an took his men to Suzhou, Pei Yu finally stopped taking him with him in order to escape, and he was brought back to the capital.
Feng Yu and Zhou Jing'an sent people to find Fang Niandong.
But it was already a corpse in a mass grave.
But Fang Juexia was still very grateful to his brother. At least he was able to find his brother.
He had long felt that his brother might have passed away, so when he saw the corpse, or to be more precise, only the skeleton was left, he did not cry.
She just held him quietly, staring at the silver anklet on his ankle in a daze.
It was bought with the money he earned from working as a helper in the clinic. It was of impure material and of inferior quality. There was a small longevity lock hanging on it. He put it on Fang Niandong with his own hands on his fifth birthday, wishing him a long and worry-free life.
Fang Juexia asked for permission to return to Suzhou, where he dug a hole bit by bit in the backyard of his hometown and buried him properly.
That day he slept on the bed in the simple old house, tossing and turning throughout the long night, unable to sleep.
He fell asleep, woke up, and fell asleep again.
Fang Niandong came into his dream, tilted his head and smiled at him, telling him that he hoped they could still be brothers in the next life, and that he would be the older brother this time to protect him.
The sky was just getting light, the hard pillow was wet, and all the tears had dried up.
At this point, Fang Juexia no longer had any worries in his heart.
He was grateful to Feng Yu and Zhou Jing'an, so he tried his best to treat the Queen Mother and Xingxing, just to repay their kindness.
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After hearing this, Jiang Ling was silent for a long time, feeling sad and reluctant. Zhou Jing'an said that Feng Yu would not punish him, but would only let him treat the Queen Mother to atone for his crime.
Jiang Ling looked at Xingxing and sighed softly.
"Xingxing, Doctor Fang has been through some sad things and is in a bad mood. You are well-behaved and cute, and Doctor Fang likes you very much." She held her little hand and smiled gently: "So Xingxing, please be nicer to Doctor Fang, okay?"
Children of six or seven years old don’t quite understand what sadness is. They just think of the scars on Fang Juexia’s face and hands and feel that it must be very painful.
Xingxing nodded, "Okay."
Early the next morning, Xingxing walked into the Imperial Hospital with small steps. At that time, Fang Juexia was fiddling with herbs in the dim morning light.
"Doctor Fang." Xingxing's soft voice sounded. Fang Juexia turned around and saw Xingxing standing beside him, tilting her little head and smiling at him.
Xingxing stretched out her hands from behind her back and smiled: "This is my gift to Doctor Fang."
Fang Juexia was lowering his head to carefully adjust the mask to prevent it from tilting or falling and scaring her again. He was startled when he heard her words, and looked down. There was a scroll lying in Xingxing's palm, which she carefully held and presented to him.
"Why?" he asked.
Xingxing pursed her lips embarrassedly and apologized for what happened yesterday.
"This is an apology, but also a gift for you."
Fang Juexia finally accepted her eager look and slowly opened it with Xingxing's expectant gaze.
The morning light shone on it, and Fang Juexia was stunned, and laughed softly out of surprise.
“Is this a painting of me?”
The person who was fiddling with something that he didn't know whether it was a needle or a rolling pin.
"Yes, yes." Xingxing nodded and happily introduced him: "This is how I see Doctor Fang. He looks so serious and handsome when performing acupuncture."
Fang Juexia pointed to another place and said, "So this is you?"
The little kid lying on the couch with something stuck on his head.
"Yes." Xingxing nodded in surprise.
She said that her painting was very similar, and Sister Yudie said it was not good enough, but Doctor Fang could clearly see it at a glance.
"This is what I look like after you gave me acupuncture. My head is full of needles."
After saying that, she looked at him expectantly, "How is it? Is my drawing good?"
Fang Juexia looked at the painting. The brushwork was weak and childish, but...
He smiled slowly and nodded, "Well, it's a good painting. I like it very much."
As the sun rises, everything is a new beginning.
The little girl with stitches all over her head in the painting was now jumping around him, enthusiastically telling him about her masterpiece, her eyes curved with a smile that concealed her fatigue from staying up all night.
Fang Juexia couldn't describe the feeling, but she just felt that Xingxing was like a little sun, so cute and so warm.
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On the first day of July, after Jiang Ling woke up, she asked someone to send some food and clothes to Yunwu Peak, and also to ask how He Zui was doing.
Ye Song accepted the job very servilely and rode to Yunwu Peak. The round trip was not short, and it was already night when he returned home.
He wanted to report to Jiang Ling, but was stopped by his own master.
Zhou Jing'an stopped the man and said, "Ling'er has gone to bed. We can talk about it tomorrow if you have anything to say."
Ye Song nodded, took two steps out, and then walked back.
"You can talk to the young master."
Jiang Ling only remembered this matter after a few days. Just when she was about to find someone to ask about it, Zhou Jing'an replied first.
"Doctor He said thank you, but you don't need to bother me again in the future."
Jiang Ling laughed when she heard it, as if she could imagine He Zui's disgusted look.
"No, I don't. I send him something every month." Jiang Ling snorted, as if she wanted to go against him.
Zhou Jing'an understood what she meant. Jiang Ling was thinking about He Zui often because he saw that He Zui was alone on Yunwu Peak with no one to look after him and he was unwilling to go down the mountain.
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