Chapter 195 A strong wind
Fu Wenhan slowly woke up, and after his consciousness gradually returned, he felt his whole body was soft, as if he was stuck in a ball of cotton.
He slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was the familiar but slightly smaller bed in the dormitory.
As he moved slightly, he suddenly felt a piercing pain in his left arm, as if it was being pricked by countless fine needles.
"Hiss~" Fu Wenhan frowned subconsciously, his facial features slightly distorted by pain.
He looked down at his arm, which was wrapped in layers of white cloth. His furrowed brows gradually relaxed. A flicker of relief flashed in his eyes, and he let out a soft breath.
Fortunately, I was lucky enough not to die.
At this moment, his heart was filled with the emotion of surviving a catastrophe. How could he have the mind to think about those complicated trivial matters? He just felt that being alive was the greatest gift from heaven. He should not have been so depressed about such a small setback before.
"Brother Fu, you're awake? That's great." A voice full of surprise suddenly sounded.
Fu Wenhan looked in the direction of the sound and saw Song Zhixu standing by the bed with a happy look on his face. He hastily placed the tray in his hand on the table beside him, making a slight clinking sound.
Song Zhixu's face was filled with sincere joy.
Song Zhixu then took a step back, his expression becoming solemn and respectful. He clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, saluted, and said sincerely, "Thank you, Brother Fu, for saving my sister."
When Fu Wenhan heard this, he was slightly stunned at first, and the girl who was panicking behind Jinxiu Tower instantly appeared in his mind.
He suddenly realized that the silly girl was Song Zhixu's sister.
I hadn't thought about it in my haste, but now that I've calmed down and recalled it, I really do think the brother and sister look quite alike. Especially those eyes, dark and like twinkling stars in the night sky, though revealing a hint of innocence and ignorance, they were exceptionally bright and unforgettable.
Song Zhixu looked at Fu Wenhan, whose face suddenly turned red. His heart tightened, and his face was filled with anxiety. "Brother Fu, your face is so red. Is it because the poison in your body is not completely cleared?"
As he spoke, he stepped forward to check on Fu Wenhan, his eyes filled with worry. "Lie down. I'll go get Master Fu over here."
Xiao Fuzi's true identity was a bit of a sensitive topic. After all, he was a eunuch, and the country folk had never seen the world. If they knew about it, there was no guarantee that it would cause trouble.
So after Jiang Luli discussed with Gu Jiayue, he gave him the title of teacher and asked him to teach the children in the village about herbs when he was free.
When Fu Wenhan heard Song Zhixu's words, his face turned even redder, like a ripe tomato. "I'm fine," he stammered, his voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.
He was not good at speaking and was introverted. He did not like to bother others. Now that he was asked to say that he blushed because he thought of Song Yao, he found it even more difficult to say it.
But his hesitant and hesitant look made Song Zhixu misunderstand even more.
Song Zhixu thought to himself, Brother Fu has always been introverted and usually afraid of causing trouble for others. But this time, he was injured while saving his sister, so he naturally couldn't just sit back and watch. "You sleep well, I'll go ask Master Fu to come over. Even if he's okay, I'll check him out to make sure I'm at ease."
Having said that, he turned around hurriedly and walked quickly towards the door.
Xiao Fuzi arrived quickly. In fact, he had been waiting quietly in the yard. When he heard Song Zhixu's call, he quickly walked into the room.
He walked to the bedside, reached out and gently placed his hand on Fu Wenhan's wrist, and began to take his pulse carefully.
After a moment, he let go of Fu Wenhan's arm, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and he slowly said to Song Zhixu: "Don't worry, Mr. Song, the remaining poison in Mr. Fu's body has been cleared. He will be fine after resting for two more days."
With Xiao Fuzi's assurance, Song Zhixu's heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally settled down. He breathed a sigh of relief, and the worry on his face instantly dissipated, replaced by a sense of relief. "Thank you, Master."
Xiao Fuzi waved her hand slightly, indicating that there was no need to be polite, and then turned around and prepared to leave.
He was thinking about his master. There were many people in the school today and he was afraid that some ignorant people would offend his master, which would be troublesome.
At this time, Jiang Luli and Gu Jiayue were accompanying Wan Shi with awkward expressions as they conducted a "three-court trial" of Song Yao.
Mrs. Wan sat in a chair, her face terribly gloomy, even darker than Fu Wenhan's when he was poisoned. "Tell me, where did you go and what were you doing alone?"
When she thought about the danger Song Yao might have encountered, she felt a chill down her spine and dared not think any further. If Fu Wenhan hadn't wandered off to Jinxiu Tower, and Song Yao had been alone there, crying out to heaven and earth with no response, not even knowing when she'd been bitten to death by a snake, what would she, as its mother, have done?
Song Yao lowered her head. She knew in her heart that this time it was indeed her fault, so she didn't dare to look her mother in the eye. "I, I just saw a handkerchief in the classroom that was blown to the back of the teaching building by the wind. I wanted to pick it up."
Her voice was timid and contained a hint of guilt.
And the handkerchief was blown away because she opened the window, so she felt she had to go and get the handkerchief back to make up for her mistake.
Unexpectedly, instead of finding the handkerchief, she encountered a terrifying seven-step snake. If Fu Wenhan hadn't appeared in time, she would have been dead today.
He even almost killed Fu Wenhan.
When she thought of this, her heart was filled with self-blame and regret.
"You..." Wan was so angry that she couldn't speak. She glared at Song Yao fiercely, her eyes full of helplessness and disappointment.
She sighed inwardly. No one understood why she was so picky about her son-in-law.
With Song Yao's intelligence, is it possible for her not to be very picky?
If she didn't make the right choice, with Song Yao's simple nature, she would be cheated and nothing would be left.
"Mom, I know I was wrong. Please stop scolding me." Song Yao raised her head and looked at her mother pitifully, her voice tinged with tears. She was frightened by Wan's angry look; she had never seen her mother so angry before.
Wan rolled her eyes at her, then turned to look at Gu Jiayue. Her expression softened instantly, and she said apologetically, "Mr. Gu, our family was wrong in what happened today. Please convey our apologies to that young master when he wakes up."
Gu Jiayue nodded slightly, a warm smile on her face, and said softly: "Madam Wan, don't feel guilty. Although Mr. Fu is not talkative, he is a kind person and will definitely not blame Miss Song."
Hearing Gu Jiayue speaking for herself, Song Yao secretly gave her a grateful look, her eyes full of gratitude.
After seeing this, Gu Jiayue felt a little helpless. But thinking about it, Song Yao was only fifteen years old, still a child, so it was normal for her to be playful.
Today's incident also sounded a wake-up call for her. Taohua Village is full of mountains and trees, so naturally there are many poisonous insects, snakes and ants. No one had been to the back of the teaching building before, and she was too busy to do anything, so she forgot to weed the open space.
It seems that we have to arrange for someone to trim the weeds in the school tomorrow and sprinkle some insect repellent to prevent similar dangers from happening again.
At this time, Xiao Fuzi walked in. "Master, Master Fu has woken up."
Wan's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and a relieved smile appeared on her face. "What are you still standing there for? Go and thank him!"
"Oh oh oh." Song Yao responded quickly. She picked up the thank-you gift that had been prepared on the table and walked out in a hurry.
Song Zhixu was still beside Fu Wenhan like a dutiful servant, apologizing for his ignorant sister. He was busy running around, sometimes tidying up Fu Wenhan's quilt, and sometimes asking if he was thirsty. His thoughtfulness was a bit embarrassing.
"Brother Song, there's no need to be like this. I didn't do anything." Fu Wenhan said a little embarrassedly, with a shy smile on his face.
"How could that be? If it weren't for you, I don't know if my sister would still be alive." When mentioning Song Yao, Song Zhixu looked helpless and sighed softly.
She's already fifteen years old, yet she's still getting into trouble all the time. If she continues like this, who will be able to trust her when she marries?
Oh, forget it, I still have to study hard. Otherwise, how will I be able to clean up the mess for my sister in the future?
"Brother, I'm here." Song Yao's clear voice came from afar.
When Fu Wenhan heard the sound, he panicked inexplicably. He quickly pulled up the quilt and covered himself tightly. He lay on the bed without daring to move.
Song Zhixu felt a buzzing in his head and the pain became even worse.
Once my younger sister comes, who knows what kind of trouble she will cause.
Song Yao stepped over the threshold and walked into the room with a smile. She placed the apology prepared by Wan on the table, but her eyes couldn't help but glance at Fu Wenhan on the bed.
There was a hint of curiosity and a hint of shyness in her eyes.
"What are you doing here?" Song Zhixu frowned and asked helplessly.
Song Yao stuck out her tongue and said playfully, "My mother asked me to come and thank you."
As she spoke, she leaned close to Song Zhixu's ear and whispered, "Brother, didn't Master Fu say that Master Fu has woken up?"
Song Zhixu heard this and turned to look at Fu Wenhan. He found that he had closed his eyes and was breathing evenly, as if he was asleep. "He just drank the medicine. Maybe it took effect and he fell asleep. Let's go out and don't disturb Brother Fu."
Song Yao was reluctant to leave. She pouted and said reluctantly, "But I haven't thanked Master Fu yet."
"You should not only thank me, but also apologize!" Song Zhixu raised his voice. He had heard it all. If the stone thrown by his sister had not missed the target, the snake would not have had the chance to bite.
Song Yao curled her lips. It had only been a few days since they last met, and her brother seemed to have become even more aggressive. "Oh, brother, mother already scolded me, so please stop. Let's wait here for a while. When Master Fu wakes up, I'll thank him and leave."
Seeing that his sister was determined to stay, Song Zhixu said nothing more. "Then you sit here. I'll go outside and get some hot water for Brother Fu."
"Okay, okay, go quickly." Song Yao urged hurriedly, with an excited smile on her face.
"Don't make trouble!" Song Zhixu reminded him before leaving.
"I know, I'm not a child." Song Yao disagreed.
Song Zhixu was still worried. He couldn't help but quicken his pace, thinking that he had to go and come back quickly. This sister was really too much of a worry.
Song Yao sat bored in the chair, looking at the branches swaying in the wind outside the window, and then looking at Fu Wenhan on the bed.
After seeing this, she was a little stunned.
Needless to say, this Mr. Fu is quite good-looking. Although he is not as handsome as his brother, his face has a unique charm and an elegant temperament.
Fu Wenhan, who was pretending to be asleep, felt uncomfortable when Song Yao stared at him.
He began to regret why he had pretended to be asleep. Now he was in trouble. Waking up was not an option, and continuing to pretend to be asleep was not an option either. Moreover, he felt sore all over and extremely uncomfortable after staying in the same position for so long.
Just as he was debating whether to wake up, he heard Song Yao muttering softly, "I'm so hungry. I heard the food in the school cafeteria is good, but I don't know if I can eat there today."
"It seems that there are two packages of cakes in the gift from my mother. How about I have one?"
When Fu Wenhan heard this, he felt a little funny. This girl was really innocent and cute.
Then, Fu Wenhan heard a rustling sound. It turned out that Song Yao was unpacking the pastries.
"Nine pieces of osmanthus cakes, it shouldn't be a problem for me to eat one. Hehe." Song Yao muttered to herself as she picked up a piece of cake, held it in both hands, and started eating it in small bites.
She ate with gusto, her round face full of satisfaction, and some pastry crumbs on the corners of her mouth, looking very cute.
Fu Wenhan secretly opened his eyes a little and saw Song Yao's appearance. He couldn't help laughing out loud.
Hearing the laughter, Song Yao turned around and saw Fu Wenhan looking at her with a smile on his face.
Her face turned red instantly, like a ripe apple.
"I didn't steal the pastries. I brought them myself," she explained in a panic.
Fu Wenhan didn't say anything, just stared at the opened pastries on the table.
Song Yao's round face turned even redder, and she wished she could find a hole in the ground to crawl into. "I didn't open it, and I didn't eat it." She argued again, her voice as soft as a mosquito's.
"Well, Miss Song is a noble lady, how could she do such a thing? It must be the wind just now that blew the packaging away." Fu Wenhan said with a smile.
Song Yao didn't notice the teasing in Fu Wenhan's eyes. Instead, she nodded in agreement. "Yes! There was a strong wind just now."
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