Chapter 15 Chapter Fourteen

This is where?who are you? The young woman scolded, "What's wrong with you?"Confused?This is your home, I am your wife Chun, this is your son Panpan! Xiaoqiu has encountered many things.When picking a rare snow lotus in Tianshan that can cure all diseases, he encountered an avalanche that changed the world's dismay; Black sandstorms; when traveling in western Yunnan, he saw a group of extremely primitive cannibal tribes who were still eating people; when he was on a sea trip, he saw the huge waves when the sea was angry. But he has never encountered this kind of thing: when he woke up, suddenly there was a beautiful woman who said that she was your wife, and you also had an extra son.

I want to eat something.Xiaoqiu felt very hungry, as if she was about to collapse.In any case, the first thing a swordsman should do is to restore his physical strength. The young woman named Chun who claimed to be Xiaoqiu's wife suddenly realized, and said apologetically, "I'm so happy, I forgot even this!"Ah Song, wait a minute, I'll cook right away and get you something delicious. After speaking, he kissed Xiaoqiu affectionately on the face, his eyes were a little moist, while wiping his tears, he ran to the side room, shouting: Cunlan, the young master is awake, quickly call Miracle Doctor Lin.

Immediately there was a sound of fine footsteps outside. Xiaoqiu leaned forward slowly and surveyed the environment.As far as the eye can see, the houses are one after another, exquisite and gorgeous, actually above the Ting Yu Xuan, and there is more of a family-like atmosphere.There was also a burning stove in the house.How can there be a stove?Is it already winter? How long have I been asleep?This is a question Xiaoqiu wants to figure out.Fortunately, he didn't have to think for too long. A big-eyed maidservant in Tsing Yi walked in from outside, holding a lantern, carrying a white-haired chicken skin, carrying a small medicine box, and wearing a heavy cotton coat. The young master has been awake for a while, and he is hungry.

When Miracle Doctor Lin came in, there were snowflakes all over his clothes.Miracle doctor Lin is very old, but he is in good spirits. His eyes are so piercing that people hardly dare to look up.He first took Xiaoqiu's pulse carefully, looked at the coating on his tongue, rolled his eyelids, took his body temperature, and then smiled and said to Xiaoqiu: "Master Song, your fever has completely subsided, it's okay, sleep for another night." , Tomorrow you can go out alive and well. Xiaoqiu couldn't help asking: How long have I been asleep? The maidservant in Tsing Yi said quickly, "Master Song, you have been burned for three days and slept for three days and three nights, and the medicine was prescribed by Doctor Lin."

Seeing that Miracle Doctor Lin was wearing a heavy cotton coat and a long scarf, and the maidservant in Tsing Yi also seemed to be wearing a lot of clothes, Xiao Qiu couldn't help asking weakly: What month is it now? It was the maid in Tsing Yi who was quick to answer: Master Song, are you confused, you forgot even the first day of the month, now it is the second day of December, and the Chinese New Year will be in a while. The second day of December?Xiaoqiu was taken aback.He clearly remembered that when he arrived at Jardine Bank, it was the eighth day of October, which was late autumn. Could it be that he had been in a coma for nearly two months?

Xiaoqiu asked: Did I really only sleep for three days and three nights?You are not mistaken, are you? Doctor Lin looked at him seriously, and said: Master Song, three days of burning is already a serious situation, don't you think it's not long enough?At that time, the old man was not absolutely sure to cure you!The old man gave you thirty-seven needles in a row, prescribed five medicines, and gave you a little blood to stop the fever. Yes, yes, the maidservant in Tsing Yi said loudly at the side: These days, thanks to the young mistress, she has been cold compressing and feeding the young master day and night, and the young mistress has not closed her eyes for almost three days and three nights.

Xiaoqiu's head is getting bigger.He hurriedly asked the girl in Tsing Yi: What's your name? The maidservant in Tsing Yi's eyes widened all of a sudden: Master Song, I'm Chunlan Xiaoqiu said: Oh, Miss Chunlan, can you bring me a mirror. Chunlan agreed, and immediately took a gold-plated bronze mirror from the dressing table, and put it in front of Xiaoqiu. The person reflected in the mirror was not Chrysanthemum Xiaoqiu, but a handsome middle-aged man in his thirties, with a very haggard face, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness. who I am?For thousands of years, countless philosophers, prophets, and wise men have been trying to answer this question.Now Xiaoqiu encountered this problem that he had never seriously thought about in the past and always thought it had nothing to do with him.

He vaguely remembered that he met the mesh at the bottom of the river, drank a lot of water, and then lost consciousness. When he woke up, he seemed to be a person named Song Master, and he seemed to have a relatively prestigious family. He slept through the cold winter, but others told him that he only slept for three days. Xiaoqiu's head is not only getting bigger, but it's about to explode.He really couldn't figure it out, couldn't figure it out.The only thing that is certain is that he has fallen into a trap that others have dug for him long ago.The one-night stand with Zhu Zhen, the promise needed by Boss Hu in Qinglong Town, the spy needle, and the encounter with Jardine Bank, all of these seem to have been planned for him long ago.

What should he do? If you can't figure it out for the time being, don't think about it, eat your stomach first and then talk about it. This is Xiaoqiu's usual style.Remember what should be remembered, forget what should be forgotten; change what can be changed, and accept what cannot be changed.Some things are beyond our control, we have to control ourselves first.So Xiaoqiu can't be a philosopher, prophet or wise man, but at least he lives happily and frankly, at least he can survive, know how to live with the situation, be able to stretch and bend, and accumulate a lot of money.At least he can live.

In fact, this is not a good psychological quality of an excellent swordsman. So Xiaoqiu will always be the chrysanthemum Xiaoqiu of Ruyi Jianghu, that's why so many people look for him, and there are so many epic and thrilling stories later. A sumptuous dinner has arrived before bed.This was brought from the kitchen by Chun and a thinner maid in red.There is a bowl of braised pork, a steamed pigeon, a shredded tripe in red oil, a pot of stewed chicken with bamboo fungus, a bowl of ginseng soup, a bowl of bird's nest porridge, and a bowl of lotus seed soup. Young mistress, Master Song is just recovering from a serious illness, so it is not suitable for a big tonic.Doctor Lin twisted his beard and said: It is best to drink some ginseng soup first to refresh yourself.

Pure nod yes.She personally fed Xiaoqiu a bowl of ginseng soup, a bowl of lotus seed soup, and a small bowl of rice.In the meantime, he was extremely gentle and considerate, patient and thoughtful. Xiaoqiu has wandered in the rivers and lakes for many years, and sometimes feels very tired. Deep in her heart, she has always wanted a warm home, a safe haven to soothe her tired soul. Today, he finally felt a sense of home.Xiaoqiu's spirit has improved a lot. Master Song is fine, Doctor Lin cupped his hands and said: If there is nothing wrong, I will leave first. Chun was obviously very grateful, and said words of thanks one after another, and called the thinner maid in red: Dongmei, give Miracle Doctor Lin a red envelope, and you send it to Mr. Lin on my behalf. With a sound, Dong Menuo politely sent Miracle Doctor Lin out together. Chun ordered: Chunlan, it's getting late at night, take Pan'er to sleep.The little boy practicing calligraphy came to say good night to Xiaoqiu, and was taken out by Chunlan.Only Xiaoqiu and the beautiful young woman Chun were left in the room. Pure is still busy. Looking at Chun's graceful silhouette, Xiaoqiu suddenly felt an impulse.