Chapter 15 Cannon Fodder White Moonlight 14 He has no past, nor will he...
Ali is sick, very sick.
He had a high fever and was in a coma for three consecutive days, talking incoherently.
After Xu Lingjia learned the news, he hurried to Ali's yard, but saw Ali's brother standing at her door.
She slowed down her pace, hesitating whether to go forward, but after waiting for a long time, he showed no intention of going in.
Xu Lingjia stepped onto the stairs and glanced into the house: "Why doesn't Mr. He go in?"
He Zhiyan seemed to have just noticed who was coming. He turned his head, but Xu Lingjia was frightened by his appearance and tried hard to hold back from stepping back.
The man in front of me looked haggard, with dim eyes. He was completely different from the day I saw him outside the yard, as if he had also been seriously ill.
"You go see her." He Zhiyan spoke, his voice hoarse.
Xu Lingjia hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but look back before pushing the door open: "Are you really not going in?"
He Zhiyan's eyes moved slightly, and he tried his best to suppress the sadness in his heart: "The person she least wants to see right now is probably me."
Looking at his distraught back, Xu Lingjia vaguely guessed something.
“Squeak—”
Xu Lingjia quietly pushed the door open and walked in. The room was quiet, with the faint scent of sandalwood burning.
Since that night, the He brothers and sisters moved to a new place, and the young man's body disappeared without leaving any trace. Apart from the two of them, no one knew what had happened.
Ali closed his eyes and leaned weakly against the head of the bed. His long black hair was disheveled, making his face look even paler and thinner, without a trace of life.
Xu Lingjia subconsciously lowered his voice: "Did you hear everything that was said outside just now?"
Seeing that there were many books and papers scattered around the bed and the nearby chair had been moved away, Xu Lingjia had to find a seat far away and sit down.
Ali opened his eyes upon hearing the voice. His eyes were pale and his lips were pale.
This was the first time Xu Lingjia saw her like this, and he was extremely anxious: "What on earth happened? She was fine a few days ago, how could she suddenly become so ill?"
She went to Changming Hall to kneel and chant scriptures early this morning. When she came out, she heard Master Mingshi say that Miss He had been ill for several days and had not recovered.
She was shocked and knew that the He brothers and sisters were doctors themselves, so she quickly ordered someone to move the half box of medicinal materials left in the carriage to Ali's courtyard.
Xu Lingjia touched her nose. She used to scoff at Nanny Li's practice of carrying a full box of medicine wherever she went, but now she didn't expect that it would actually come in handy.
Ali still looked listless, his skin almost transparent in the dim sunlight.
Xu Lingjia didn't feel embarrassed and took the initiative to talk: "It seems that you have caught a cold. I asked someone to move half a box of medicinal materials to your yard. There are all kinds of medicines in it. Ask your brother to take some medicine from it and boil it."
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Ali's drooping eyelashes tremble a few times, and his hands folded on the quilt suddenly clenched.
Xu Lingjia suddenly stopped talking.
From Mr. He's expression just now, it was obvious that the brother and sister had a quarrel, and she had no manners to mention him.
The room fell silent again, and Xu Lingjia felt uncomfortable all over. She looked around and saw a medicine bowl on the table, filled with black medicinal juice.
She touched the edge of the bowl and found it was just the right temperature.
"Is this the medicine you want to drink? I'll bring it to you?"
Ali shook his head, looking tired, and said the first sentence of the day: "It's hot, let it sit for a while."
Xu Lingjia put it down in frustration, but finally couldn't help but ask, "What on earth happened? You and your brother are both acting weird."
"Cough, cough, cough--" Ali suddenly covered his mouth with a handkerchief and lay on the edge of the bed coughing. His thin shoulder blades rose and fell, as if they would break at the slightest touch.
Xu Lingjia wanted to get closer to her to calm her down, but Ali just waved her hands repeatedly, looking painful: "I'm fine, don't come over."
"Okay, okay, I won't mention it." Xu Lingjia was full of doubts, and seeing her like this, he couldn't bear to ask any more questions.
“Cough cough cough…”
Ali almost coughed out tears and lay on the bed for a long time.
She touched her burning forehead, then withdrew her hand nonchalantly, looking at Xu Lingjia beside her: "I've been stuck in the house for so many days, I'm almost suffocating... Has anything interesting happened in the temple these days?"
Xu Lingjia uttered an "ah". The topic changed so quickly that she didn't react for a moment. Seeing that Ali didn't seem to be joking, she frowned and thought: "Yes... yes, but..."
As she spoke, she looked at Ali, who was as fragile as glass at the moment, and hesitated, carefully considering what to say.
"A strange thing happened in the temple a few days ago. Which day was it?" Xu Lingjia frowned and thought, "Oh, it seems to be the second day after I arrived at the temple."
It was also the day after that night.
Ali's heart suddenly tightened, and he continued to listen attentively.
Xu Lingjia slowly said, "That day, the monk who was cleaning the temple got up early and went to the lotus pond to fetch water. He noticed that the water had turned red. He looked in the distance and saw a bloody figure lying on a large rock by the pond."
"The master was terrified, but he still went closer to take a look. He discovered that it was actually a monk from the temple, whose name was Yan Jing."
"Yan Jing?" Ali felt a chill down his spine, frowning and asking, "But he's just a ten-year-old monk? His skin isn't white, but he looks quite clever."
She had been drowsy these days and knew nothing about what was happening outside, but she always remembered what she heard that night. Although she didn't know it was false, she was still thinking about Yan Jing in her heart, but she couldn't find a chance to ask about his situation.
Xu Lingjia was stunned for a moment and looked at her strangely: "I don't remember. Anyway, he is not very old. Do you know him?"
Ali was startled, lowered his eyes and slowly shook his head.
Xu Lingjia didn't take it seriously and continued, "The monk who fetched water was so frightened that he quickly carried him back to the meditation room. Fortunately, he was still breathing and was sent to the clinic at the foot of the mountain for treatment that day. I heard he was saved, so he was very lucky."
Ali's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and he murmured, "It's good that he's rescued, it's good that he's rescued."
Xu Lingjia nodded, then lowered his voice mysteriously, "But the strange thing is not that the young monk escaped death. According to the monk who took him to the clinic, Yan Jing was seriously injured because he slipped and fell from a great height, and finally fell on the huge rock by the pond!"
"If you were to stray a little further and fall straight into the pond, you'd be seriously injured and drown. Even a Daluo Immortal wouldn't be able to save you."
Ali recalled the small hill beside the lotus pond. The lotus pond was in the direction of the back mountain, but not adjacent to it. The hill beside the pond was not high, but it was covered with branches and moss. The monk who had led her for a stroll in the temple had reminded her that the mountain was dangerous and that people in their temple would not usually go there.
Why did Yan Jing go there that night?
Xu Lingjia's mouth was dry after speaking, so he took a sip of tea and continued, "What's even stranger is yet to come. The doctor at the clinic said that Yan Jing injured his lungs when he fell, and he was vomiting blood non-stop. He should have died, but after taking his pulse, they discovered that he had taken a life-saving pill. This pill kept him alive until he was discovered the next day."
Such a big thing happened in the temple, so Master Mingshi summoned all the monks to question them that day, but they did not get any useful information.
No one had seen Yan Jing since dinner the day before, and the monk on duty at the back gate also said that no one had been to the pond that night.
Because this incident happened in a strange way and in a lotus pond dedicated to Bodhisattva, there were rumors in the temple that it was a manifestation of Bodhisattva, and even the life-saving pill in Yan Jing's mouth was given by Bodhisattva.
Xu Lingjia propped his chin with one hand and muttered to himself, "Could it be that this is really a divine revelation? But if you want to save him, why not just pull Yan Jing from the pond and take him to a pharmacy or clinic? Isn't there a saying that goes, 'Send a Buddha to the West,'"
Ali also looked thoughtful.
"Is the Bodhisattva also in a hurry?" Xu Lingjia shrugged and spread his hands: "Is there anything more important than human life?"
After she finished speaking, she seemed to realize that what she had just said was a little inappropriate, and she quickly slapped her lips with an embarrassed look on her face.
Seeing that Ali rarely spoke, she unconsciously said more, hoping to make her cheerful.
I don't want to blaspheme the Buddha. I really shouldn't do that. I will have to burn a few more incense sticks to the Buddha later. I hope the Buddha can forgive my sins.
Xu Lingjia thought about this, and seeing that Ali was still in a bad mood, he said, "You must be tired after talking so much. I'll go back first and come see you later."
After seeing Xu Lingjia off, Ali was alone and silent for a long time.
After a long time, she finally managed to get up and out of bed, but every step she took felt weak.
Ali gritted his teeth, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. He slowly moved to the table, picked up the bowl of medicine on the table and drank it all in one gulp.
This bowl of medicine looks extremely bitter, but it doesn't taste bitter after drinking it. Instead, it has a slight sweet aftertaste.
Bitterness and sweetness kept colliding and echoing on the tip of the tongue. Ali had been learning medicine since he was a child. He could taste the prescription of a medicine with just a little bit of the medicine and write it down exactly.
In the past, she and her father would play little games like this.
Ali put the bowl back on the table, lowered his head, and seemed to have been drained of all his strength. His frail figure due to illness looked helpless and confused.
This bowl of medicine is extremely similar to the medicine she drank when she was recuperating from her leg injury at home, and the method of use is extremely similar.
For a long time, tears fell on the table like beads that had broken off the string, splashing water.
At that time, she thought that it was because He's father felt sorry for her injured leg that he changed his previous habit of making medicine and no longer tortured her with bitter medicine.
But it turns out that...
Ali closed his eyes weakly, his pale lips trembled constantly, and bitterness spread again.
She knew it was him.
It was also him who had been guarding her bedside without taking off his clothes for the past three days.
He also knew that she was awake, but just refused to open her eyes to look at him, so he would always go out just before she "woke up".
As if he could no longer hold on, Ali slowly slid down while holding onto the table, fell to the ground, and buried his head deeply between his arms.
Outside the house, He Zhiyan heard suppressed crying coming from inside. His hands hanging by his sides clenched unconsciously, but he never raised them and knocked on the door in front of him.
He was no longer worthy of standing in front of her.
There was an unfathomable sadness in He Zhiyan's eyes, and an indescribable pain surged from his heart, almost drowning him.
"Do you think you can live a normal life if you forget the past?"
"As long as you are a member of my Night Walk Pavilion, you will never be able to leave the pavilion!"
"In just a few years, have you forgotten who you are?!"
It seemed like just a moment, and he remembered everything.
Those dirty, rotten memories crept up from behind like ghosts, gaping with bloody mouths, corroding his already broken heart bit by bit.
In a trance, he saw Ali's clear and clean eyes. When she looked at you, all the ugliness, filthiness and darkness of her were exposed.
Time went back to that rainy night. He Zhiyan's eyes gradually turned crimson. He suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood. The black sword in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, and his face was ashen.
Seeing this, the men in black, who had suffered heavy casualties, immediately pounced on them like hungry dogs, using all their strength to make a final effort.
He Zhiyan looked at the scene in front of him with empty eyes, and suddenly felt that all the strength in his body had been drained.
He has no past and no future.
It's all just wishful thinking.
He put down the sword in his hand. The blood on his body kept flowing. His shoulder blade was pierced by the sword, but he didn't even frown. He just looked up at the low night sky indifferently, like a walking corpse.
All the wounds on my body were aching at this moment, and the pain went straight to my heart.
He Zhiyan outside the door clenched his fist and coughed violently, staggered and turned away, with drops of blood spreading on his palms.
Xiao Shuangjue's venomous words continued to echo in his mind.
She sneered and was helped up by her men. She looked down at him who was dying. The red marks on his neck were almost purple.
"How would she react if she knew you had the blood of so many people on your hands?"
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