Chapter 475 Protective Color
Yun Chen was used to seeing Yan Shijiu being dissolute, frivolous, and dandy... and acting in any way he wanted. So when he suddenly faced a quiet and well-behaved Yan Shijiu, he felt extremely uncomfortable.
Yan Shijiu had a high fever for a whole day and night. Except for groaning when he felt uncomfortable, he was in a coma the rest of the time. When he woke up occasionally, he just looked at Yun Chen quietly without saying a word, his eyes clear from the fever.
Yun Chen wiped him to cool him down, and skin contact was inevitable. He stopped talking frivolously and just stood still obediently.
When feeding him medicine, he would not ask "feed me" or "feed me mouth to mouth", but would sit up obediently, hold the medicine bowl with both hands, frown and drink it all in one gulp. After drinking it, he could not help shivering from the bitterness.
When the court doctor came to give him acupuncture, when the tiny silver needles were inserted, his body would tense up like a child, and he would tremble slightly with fear, which made Yun Chen laugh.
When the fever was at its worst, he would talk intermittently in his sleep, vaguely and repeatedly calling the same name:
A-Li.
Ah Li? Nan Lijun? Yun Chen couldn't help but shook his head:
"I didn't expect that a playboy like you is actually a romantic. It seems that you really love the emperor! Tell me, how nice it would be to be so serious normally? Why do you have to be such a slut every day?"
But then, Yan Shijiu's next words in his sleep scared Yun Chen so much that he almost jumped up.
He said: "Ali, kill Ali..."
Yun Chen subconsciously rushed over to cover his mouth and said nervously:
"No, buddy, it's okay to just eat my free food, but are you planning to eat my entire family?"
Yan Shijiu had a high fever and was unconscious, so he naturally couldn't hear what she said. He vaguely called out "water" and licked his mouth with his tongue. The warm and soft tip of his tongue just licked Yun Chen's palm.
"Huh!" She quickly let go of her hand, wiped it on her buttocks clothes in disgust, then gently patted his face to wake him up, helped him sit up, placed a cushion behind him for support, and brought hot water to his mouth.
Yun Chen originally didn't know how to take care of patients.
But after a day and a night, I learned how to do it, and became more and more proficient and adept at it.
Yan Shijiu, with a heavy head, struggled to open his eyes and looked at Yun Chen. In his drowsiness, he could not tell whether it was reality or a dream. He only saw that the face of the person in front of him was gentle and velvety, and his eyes were full of concern and warmth.
He spoke in a hoarse voice and said softly:
"Mom, you look like my mom..."
Yun Chen knew that he was confused due to the fever, so he did not refute him. He simply went along with it, patted his head lightly, and brought the water closer to his mouth, and said with a wicked smile, "Hehe":
"Yes, yes, I am your mother. Good boy, drink the water quickly."
After drinking the water, Yan Shijiu continued to sleep and talk in his sleep.
Maybe it was because he drank some water and his mouth was not so dry, Yan Shijiu spoke clearly this time, and Yun Chen could clearly hear that he was calling "A Ling" instead of "A Li".
What does this mean? Do we need to wake up the hibernating A-Ling and have him come over to pay his respects to his master?
Will the disease be transmitted to A-ling? If A-ling also gets sick, should we still seek treatment from the local doctor? How do we take his pulse?
Yun Chen was just thinking about this when he heard Yan Shijiu mumble again:
"A Ling...kill A Ling...Third brother, they killed my A Ling..."
Yun Chen was puzzled. Wasn’t A Ling alive and well?
Yan Shijiu's dream talk was intermittent and sounded like "To know what happens next, please listen to the next chapter" which was very tempting. Yun Chen couldn't help but move closer to him.
"Speaking of which, A-Ling is still alive. He can eat and drink, so he can send you away. If you don't believe me, call your Third Brother to come and see."
However, Yan Shijiu just shook his head in pain and began to sob softly. Two tears fell from the corners of his eyes. He began to speak in sorrow and confusion:
"Third brother... they killed A Ling, peeled off its skin, and made it into a kite... Fourteenth brother lied to me and said that if I would let them see A Ling and touch it, they would never steal my things again, throw ink on me, or hit me with stones..."
"I believed it... I was so stupid, Third Brother, I actually believed it... I carried Ah Ling out and handed it to them personally... I watched helplessly as they rushed over, crushed Ah Ling, ripped open her belly, and skinned her..."
"I rushed to save A-Ling like crazy... But Fourteenth Brother pushed me down viciously and smashed my head with a rock again... It turns out he was just lying to me... Fourteenth Brother said that A-Ling's golden skin was really beautiful and would be the most beautiful kite. He had been thinking about it for a long time..."
Yun Chen roughly understood what Yan Shijiu was dreaming about his childhood.
It doesn't sound like a happy childhood, it's full of memories of being bullied by my brothers.
Yan Shijiu is the nineteenth child in the family.
A position that is neither up nor down, the most awkward and unpleasant.
It is not as fresh and important as the first few children, nor as rare and favored as the youngest child.
When he was young, he was probably not much better than Yun Chen.
She frowned somewhat reluctantly, raised her hand to touch his burning forehead, and heard him speak vaguely again.
This time, he cried like a helpless child, as if to vent all the grievances he had suffered in the past, and kept saying:
"Third brother... they said it was just a snake, so just kill it... But that was Ah Ling, my friend who grew up with me, who I ate and slept with... my beloved Ah Ling... I was so stupid. I handed Ah Ling over to them with my own hands. I was the one who killed Ah Ling..."
"I miss Ah Ling so much, I've been crying... Thank you for finding another golden python and asking me to name it 'Ah Ling' again. Thank you, Third Brother... But there's only one Ah Ling, and once it's gone, it's gone... Even if I buy ten thousand more, giving them the same name, they can't replace it..."
"But this time, I will protect it well and not let anyone covet it... I've fed it herbs. When it turns black little by little, and it's completely black, everyone will be afraid of it, and no one will miss it anymore... It will be safe forever..."
Yan Shijiu frowned in pain, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, slowly wetting the pillow.
Yun Chen felt uncomfortable after hearing this and he sighed deeply.
For a moment, she even hoped that Yan Shijiu would suddenly open his eyes, jump up and laugh, and say to her:
"Haha, I was just kidding! I fooled you again, little Yunyun!"
Unfortunately, no, Yan Shijiu's body was still burning hot, and even the tears that fell were scorching hot.
She had indeed been curious in the past, wondering why Yan Shijiu had to use herbs to forcibly turn the beautiful golden-white skin of the current "A Ling" into black.
At this moment she finally understood something.
Black looks fierce and not to be trifled with, and is the most powerful protective color in nature.
Just like Yan Shijiu is used to acting like a bohemian and romantic person, that is probably his protective color.
Yun Chen couldn't help but sigh again. People will eventually be trapped by the things that they could not get in their youth for their entire lives, and they will always try their best to entertain that young self and take good care of themselves.
In this respect, she is very similar to Yan Shijiu and can understand his sadness better than anyone else.
"Don't cry, Yan Shijiu. You won't be handsome if you keep crying."
While comforting him, she used a handkerchief to gently wipe away his tears.
Her movements were very light, but he suddenly woke up from his confused memories and nightmares.
He raised his hand and held her wrist, staring at her for a long moment.
"Yun Chen, come with me to go boating on the lake."
"Huh?" Yun Chen was surprised. "In the middle of winter, you're going to go boating? And your fever hasn't subsided yet. What will happen if you get caught in the wind on the lake?"
"But I want to go." Yan Shijiu was very determined, and his tone did not allow for discussion, as if he was not talking about a trivial matter, but a matter of life and death.
Yun Chen was still soft-hearted and couldn't bear to go against his wishes, so he could only ask Wan Chen and the servants for help.
They wrapped him in three layers of wolfskin blankets and put a mink hat on him. Yun Chen also tied a scarf around his neck.
Yan Shijiu was wrapped up like a big furry ball, lying on the boat, occupying most of the hull.
Yun Chen consciously took on the role of boatman, sat at the bow and rowed the boat "Hey yo hey yo", slowly drifting on the small lake in the backyard of Yan's mansion.
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