Chapter 56 Don't Leave Me Again
In total, he slept for almost a whole night. After waking up, Lin Zhusheng was still very sleepy. He spent the entire time changing the dressings in his sleep. He heard from the Great Elder that the senior sister of the Hehuan Sect seemed to have something to talk to him about, and it would not be polite to his body to sleep any longer, so he got up and took a walk.
His brain hadn't woken up yet, and he was staggering as he walked. Fortunately, there was the kindhearted senior brother who took the initiative to act as a protective measure. He would hold his hand and pick him up if anything happened.
He squinted his eyes and yawned a few times when he went downstairs. When he opened his eyes again, he was met with a crowd of gazes looking towards him.
His eyes are sharp and his presence is particularly obvious.
“…”
He paused for a moment, stopped yawning, and opened his half-open eyes completely. He didn't understand what was going on, and unconsciously grabbed the hand of his senior brother that was holding his wrist.
He opened his eyes, and the others were also startled by his little backhand move and opened their eyes, and both sides stared at each other.
Finally, it was He Huan Zong's senior sister who finally greeted Ling Xu Jun after blinking twice because her eyes were too dry. After greeting, she looked back and asked the other person behind her: "Who is this?"
Although they knew Ling Xujun was here, they did not expect to meet him at this time, or under such circumstances.
My eyes are very busy. I don’t know whether to look at the two hands clasped together, the white hair that suddenly appeared here, or the expression of this Ling Xujun.
You should look at the person next to you.
Everyone was normal except for the young sect leader next to him, who seemed possessed. He suddenly saw someone who seemed to be aesthetically pleasing to him in every way, and instead of approaching him and talking to him naturally as he usually did, he took half a step back. His expression was hard to analyze at first, and it was quite interesting.
The senior sister was originally admiring the man’s expression until she heard a hesitant “Lin Zhusheng” uttered from his mouth.
As if the signal was connected, the white-haired man who was walking down the stairs looked over instantly, his half-drooped eyes raised, his light-colored pupils reflected a bright light, and he asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"
What a familiar voice.
Others: “…”
Others: “?”
A completely unexpected development. They watched helplessly as someone pulled Ling Xujun over and, with a head of white hair and a strange face, he greeted them familiarly.
Putting his face aside, the way he greeted her was very familiar, as was his voice. He introduced the person next to him and said, "This is my senior brother, Wen Baizhou."
Every disciple should know Tianzong Wen Baizhou. Wen Baizhou nodded slightly in response to his words and simply thanked them for taking care of his junior fellow apprentice.
So they greeted each other quickly as if they were meeting for the first time, and waved their hands quickly to say that they had been taken care of by his junior brother before.
——Although he was taken care of by his junior fellow apprentice, the situation was too chaotic now and they didn’t know when they had seen this person. Anyway, they said it first.
“…”
Late in the night, a group of disciples who had originally planned to just chat and then go back to sleep were forcibly woken up.
It was natural and yet inexplicable that everyone sat down together, and finally faced reality as they watched people take out familiar snacks to share.
Several senior sisters, Chen Jinghao, and two fellow apprentices sat at a table, while the others stood around watching, drinking tea and peeking in.
After distributing the snacks, Lin Zhusheng brought up the story of Snow Silver Grass and Thousand Face Grass while others were eating their snacks.
After listening to it, she thought for a long time, swallowed the snack in her mouth, and said in the same voice as the elder: "Do you have the dream of tasting hundreds of herbs?"
Lin Zhusheng drank his tea tactically and responded with a smile.
His smile is so lethal, especially when you are close to him. You can even see the trembling arc of his eyelashes, as if swinging on people's hearts.
As expected, the senior sister still didn't understand. Forget about the Snow Silver Grass, but why did this person have the nerve to eat the Thousand Eyes Grass, for which she wasn't sure if she could find an antidote.
She didn't figure it out, but she roughly knew why this person was able to say no so skillfully before.
After all, real kung fu is achieved through repeated practice.
Just as she was thinking of rejection, she turned her head to look at a certain young sect leader sitting on the other side.
The young master was not looking at her, nor was he staring at her face. His gaze was moving downwards, falling on the hands of two people who were sitting on the same stool and were still holding each other.
To be precise, the so-called eldest brother did not let go and still held the person's wrist. The person being held did not feel anything and did not struggle, but just ate snacks.
Although there was no particularly obvious expression on her face, she felt that if she continued, the young master would be about to break apart.
She swallowed the question about her physical condition that she was about to ask, and decisively changed the question. She glanced at her hands and asked politely, "Are you two on good terms?"
When they caught some key words, others immediately pricked up their ears.
After hearing what was said, Lin Zhusheng realized something and finally noticed the hand still in his hand a few beats late, so he explained: "Big Brother just did this because he was afraid that I would fall."
But now it is obvious that he can't fall anymore. The eldest brother seemed to have just realized what was happening and finally let go of his hand slowly.
That little bit of warmth disappeared, his palms felt empty, he lowered his eyes and drank a sip of tea quietly.
So that's how it is. It means that the two of them are just brothers in the same school, so there is still a chance.
A young sect leader who was about to fall apart pieced himself together again, and the eyes of the surrounding Hehuan Sect disciples lit up.
The eldest brother, who was drinking tea with his head down, raised his eyelids slightly and swept his gaze across the faces of the people around him and then retracted it.
After drinking half a cup of tea, Senior Sister Hehuan asked about his physical condition, took out the cleaned disciple's robe that she had borrowed before and expressed her gratitude.
Great! I finally have clothes to wear. Lin Zhusheng took the Taoist robe, but just as he took it, he suddenly remembered something. He stuffed the clothes into the hands of the eldest senior brother next to him, moved smoothly to the side, and sat down next to a young sect leader.
He approached so suddenly that he was caught off guard. After seeing the drooping white hair, he didn't dare to look any longer and quickly looked away. Chen Jinghao sat up straight in an instant. He hadn't figured out how to respond before someone suddenly approached him, and then someone reached out his hand from under the table and supported him.
“…”
Not understanding what this meant, Chen Jinghao thought for a moment, then tentatively reached out and touched it.
Then he was ruthlessly shot away. Lin Zhusheng supported him again and whispered, "Where is the thing I lent you?"
It turns out he came to ask for something. Chen Jinghao instantly realized what he wanted, so he handed over the clip and hairband he had been holding in his hand.
When he got the things, nothing was broken. Baimao visibly breathed a sigh of relief and his eyes narrowed.
His laugh was very contagious, and Chen Jinghao couldn't help but laugh along. After laughing, he remembered that the things he had just returned seemed to be gifts given to him by others, and the corners of his mouth turned downwards again.
Others refers to the senior brother who is often mentioned by people around and sits on the side and glances at this side casually.
When he heard it for the first time, he didn't take it seriously. Even though he thought it was strange for fellow apprentices to give hairpins to each other, he didn't say much, thinking it had nothing to do with him.
He covered his heart quietly. It was the first time he realized how painful it was when a boomerang pierced his body.
The things had to be returned, and the white-haired guy beside him also went back and sat back next to his senior brother.
His face has changed but his personality remains the same. He is still very talkative. After drinking tea late at night to sober up, he chats enthusiastically with other disciples, getting closer and closer.
Senior Sister Hehuan Sect asked him what happened during the few days he was missing. The senior brother, who had been crying like a tiger, just waved his hands and brushed aside the whole thing lightly, as if he didn't care at all. He was a tough guy with a very magnanimous personality, and he didn't take all this seriously at all.
Everyone listened, except for the eldest brother next to him who raised his hand, clenched his fist and lightly pressed the corner of his mouth, and at the same time brought back the person who was almost head-to-head chatting with others.
A late-night chat ended well past the usual bedtime, with everyone having to go back to rest. Chen Jinghao, who rushed here from Qi Zong, did not go back in the middle of the night and also booked a room in the inn.
Everyone else went back to their rooms but he didn't. He didn't go back and went to ask his senior sister, who always had wine with her, for some wine.
The senior sister had originally planned to go to bed, but when she saw him asking for wine, she lit the light again, sat down with him, and asked, "Why, are you unhappy?"
The person he likes has returned safely, and has become someone who completely suits his aesthetic taste. He and the senior brother mentioned earlier have not developed into a bad relationship. Under normal circumstances, this person should have been so happy that he was at a loss.
Chen Jinghao poured the wine into the glass and drank it in one gulp. He rested his head on the table and said in a muffled voice: "...It would be better if he didn't look like this."
The senior sister was stunned, and looked at this person who was obsessed with face in shock, "You don't like him like this?"
She was so happy, and so were her fellow junior brothers and sisters. They had been trying to get closer to him, but failed as they were blocked by Ling Xujun.
"I like it." Chen Jinghao changed his hand pillow, shook the wine glass in his hand, and said, "I like it very much."
He remembered this face the moment he saw it in the secret realm. His liking for it was second only to the look they had when they exchanged glances through their swords in the peach blossom forest during the sect competition. Today, he didn't dare to look directly at it. But if he likes it, other people will like it too.
Before the treasure comes out of the mountains, only the guardian beast knows its goodness. But once it comes out, all parties will come to fight for it, and the guardian beast may not be able to snatch it.
Very clear eyes, changeable little expressions, and sometimes he behaves like an old man because he is too relaxed. In times of crisis, he is given the choice of decisively giving him the life-saving things, if possible. Only he knows what he thinks.
...For a person who cares so much about appearance to say something like "hoping that his beloved doesn't have to look good" proves that he has completely sunk into it and cannot get out. Senior sister fully realized the seriousness of the matter.
"This kind of thing requires a lot of fighting and scrambling, so you have to take the initiative to find opportunities."
After organizing her words for a while, she patted his shoulder in comfort and said, "If it was purely based on luck, and everything was left to nature without any human effort, how could Ling Xujun run into someone every few days?"
During the chat, she asked Xiaoyou why he and the eldest brother had such a good relationship. The other party told her the reason honestly. In summary, it was because they had met by chance many times and created miracles since he was still a menial disciple.
But think about it carefully, how could a direct disciple of the inner sect, especially Ling Xujun who seldom appears in public, run to the outer sect for no reason? Even if he had something to do, it was too complicated and too many, and he could easily shirk the responsibility given his status.
"……?"
Hearing something else from her words, Chen Jinghao paused while pouring himself a glass of wine. He stood still, slowly opened his eyes, and said, "You mean, Lin Zhusheng... Ling Xujun..."
The shock was so great that he stuttered.
Senior sister: “…”
A beat late in realizing that she had said something she shouldn't have, Senior Sister Hehuan's expression froze. She couldn't take back what she had said, so she could only bite the bullet and say, "Ah, well, it should be."
I can only say it's 80% to 90% accurate. After chatting for such a long time, except for occasionally glancing at the group of them, the man was looking at Lin Xiaoyou who was unaware of the situation. There was something wrong with his eyes. Or perhaps I had that feeling since I went downstairs.
From a personal perspective, she felt that the other person was not the type who would just pull someone up because he was afraid of them falling. Perhaps only she knew the reason behind this.
It's hard to think about competing with Ling Xujun for someone. She didn't want to put more pressure on this already broken man, so she could only pat him on the shoulder and say, "Sorry, I didn't mean to tell you that."
In addition, judging from the time of their encounter, it is not certain who is the guardian beast of the treasure that was unfortunately discovered by others.
With yet another blow, Chen Jinghao, who had foolishly thought that the two men were just ordinary fellow disciples, was completely unable to rise again.
"Don't lie there. Instead of lying there, you might as well think about how to fight for it. If you don't take action, my fellow junior brothers and sisters will be unable to hold back."
The senior sister also lay down on the table and said with a smile: "Or do you want to hear what Lin Xiaoyou will say when he refuses? Just treat it as a rehearsal in advance."
She is now so familiar with that passage that she can recite it by heart.
Not feeling comforted at all, and not wanting to experience the feeling of being rejected in advance, Chen Jinghao quickly covered his ears and said, "I don't want to listen."
——
The next day, the rain stopped and the disciples who remained in the inn packed up and prepared to leave.
Lin Zhusheng had nothing to pack, so he woke up early and sat in the lobby holding his little coal ball, watching other people busying about.
The manager who went to Luodu to be in charge of Nanfeng Pavilion also came back, and when he came back he brought him a familiar bag and a letter.
The bag was placed in the box of a kind friend when he was helping to move things. It contained some gold coins as a token of gratitude and elixirs that ordinary people could use. The letter was written to him by the kind friend, and the content roughly expressed thanks and best wishes.
The money was enough to treat the younger brother at home, so the kind-hearted friend did not touch the money in the bag and only took away the miraculous medicine that happened to be very effective for the younger brother's illness.
After reading the letter, the eldest brother came over and said that they could set off, so he put the gold coins that had returned to his hands into his backpack.
A group of disciples had already left, including their friend Song Ming, who was unable to stay. There were few people on the returning flying boat, and the per capita area was very large.
With the presence of the senior brother, he decisively chose the senior brother over his fellow disciples, sat together in a corner to chat, and shared orchid flowers and fruits on a daily basis. Then there are no flowers sent out on a daily basis.
We set out in the morning and arrived at the sect in the evening.
The sun was setting in the west, the last few rays of light fell from the peaks of the distant mountains, and the flying boat stopped at the training ground where it started.
It was past the time for sword practice and there was no one in the training ground. Lin, feeling refreshed after two days' sleep, jumped directly off the boat. When he saw the familiar scene after a long absence, tears filled his eyes.
With the steward and the third elder present, the eldest senior brother did not need to return to the sect master's peak to report, so they sent him back to Jingsi Peak.
It was no surprise that he had already conquered the top of Jingsi Peak. He had been clearing a piece of land every day before, and the area now looked quite spectacular.
Most of the things in the ground have grown, with branches and leaves stretched out, swaying slightly in the evening breeze. There are still some drops of water on the flowers and leaves, and the ground is also moist.
The vegetable garden has been watered, and it was just recently. The Great Elder lives a very simple life. There is no disciple in charge of his daily life, nor anyone else on the peak. It is obvious who is watering the flowers, grass and vegetables.
After running a short distance, Lin Zhusheng bent down and poked the water-dropped vegetable leaves in the vegetable field. His eyes curved, and he turned around and said, "This old man is quite nice."
The dim yellow sunlight setting in the west shines through the rising mountain fog, the green mountains in the distance turn darker, and the wind blows across the sky.
A white figure ran in the flowers and grass, the hems of his clothes and the leaves of the flowers, grass and trees were blown up by the wind, and when he turned around, there was a smiling face. Against the light, her eyebrows are curved.
This was a scene that Wen Baizhou had seen too many times in his memories and dreams. The picture in his mind overlapped with reality, and in a trance he could not tell whether it was reality or a dream.
The people in my impression are very busy every day. They go out early in the morning and always return home in the evening with the last bit of light. If they are in a good mood, they will start to take care of the land on the mountain directly. If they are in a bad mood, they will cry for a while and then take care of the land, looking forward to the harvest.
He harvested flowers and plants again and again, and he thought that living like this would last forever.
Then, there were no more flickering lights on the road in the evening, and no more people returning home late. As spring turns to winter, fruits ripen and fall from the mountains, but no one picks them. He took care of the yard like a human, harvested the flowers and plants and planted them again, over and over again, but still could not get what he wanted, to wait for a person who came home late on an ordinary evening.
The wind blew across the mountains, leaving only the swaying grass waves and tree branches and leaves, complex and empty.
Rarely, there was no response to what he said. Lin Zhusheng withdrew his hand that was poking the vegetable leaves, and then he realized that his senior brother was distracted in a rare way.
He stood up and trotted back. He waved his hand in front of the man, but when he found no movement, he took a piece of dogtail grass and stretched it in front of the man, intending to play some tricks on him. However, before he could move, the man in front of him bent down and fell on him, with his head buried deep in his neck.
"?"
As the hot breath fell on his shoulders, he could feel his waist being hugged tightly. His hand holding the dogtail grass was still frozen in mid-air, not daring to move. He tentatively called out in a low voice: "Big..."
He couldn't finish his words when he heard a voice so low that it was almost indistinguishable. At the same time, he could feel the vibration of his throat and chest when he spoke.
"Don't leave me again."
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