The Protagonist Only Thinks About Falling In Love

The sky was gray, the dark street was empty, and the old baskets were piled up in the corner. It rained last night, the eaves were dripping water, and there was a rhythmic knock on the door of Jishitang.

Three times of "dong dong dong", the iron ring on the door hit the wooden door. After a moment of silence, there was no silence inside, and then the door knocking sounded again, and so on, and finally there were hurried footsteps inside.

"Here we come." The doctor who just got up from the bed opened the door.

Occasionally, a patient fell ill in the middle of the night and was hurriedly brought here. The doctor did not panic when faced with such a scene. He opened the door, and there was a man in white robe standing outside the door. There is no expression, and the cold and rigid facial features give people a sense of oppression.

This person is Ling Yugeng.

"Doctor, someone in my family is sick, I wonder if you can get me some medicine."

Chu Shun's fever was too severe, and he started raving about killing fish in the middle of the night. Being sick is the easiest way to reveal the fragile and dark side of the heart. I am afraid that the Chu family will not take much care of him, a fringe person who lives in a remote courtyard, and it is not easy to find medicine. It's also not good to wander around in his current state rashly, so as not to get into any trouble, he just came out to grab the medicine.

The candles in Jishi Hall were lit up, the doctor gave him some medicine, and asked some about the patient's symptoms. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the man standing by the door. The man stood in the shadow outside the door. His face looked good, but After watching it for a long time, it always feels a bit weird, not like a real person, with a tense face, no human taste, and a cold air all over the body.

The man seemed to have noticed his peeking gaze, and tilted his head to look over at him. The candlelight made his handsome face even more strange.

The cold wind from outside was blowing in, but the hem of the man's clothes was not there.

In the middle of the night, the doctor shivered alive.

"Doctor, is it cold?" Ling Yugeng asked, "Why don't I come in and close the door."

"No need." The doctor smiled mischievously.

It is rumored that lonely ghosts are not allowed to enter the house of the master. Once the master agrees to their request to enter the house, it is the Lord who invites them to enter the house.

"People in my family were also blown by cold wind and soaked in cold water, and they fell ill after returning home." Ling Yugeng said with deep emotion, "The human body...the body is really fragile."

His voice has no ups and downs, he is used to the system, and only when he is particularly emotional, his tone will be a little choppy.

The doctor's back was stiff, and he worked a little faster, "Lang Jun, please wait a moment."

"En." Ling Yugeng replied.

In a short while, the doctor grabbed the medicine for him, tied it together, and handed it to him with both hands. Ling Yugeng took it, showing his figure in front of ordinary people, and it consumed his spiritual power, so he had to hurry back.

"How much money?" Ling Yugeng asked.

How dare the doctor take money from him, saying that he is in a hurry to go back, so let's go first.

Naturally, Ling Yugeng was not the kind of system that was greedy for petty gains. He took out a silver ingot from his chest, picked it up from the lotus pond, and put the silver in the doctor's hand, "Thank you."

The white-robed man carried the bundled medicine bag and walked towards the streets and alleys. The doctor was relieved when he saw that it was not paper money, and watched his figure go away. Medicine packs left.

The door of Jishitang slammed shut.

With a "squeak", the loose wooden door was pushed open, shaking, and looked as if it was about to collapse in the next second, and there was a damp breath in the dark room.

so comfortable...

Drowsy with a burning head, Chu Shun felt a hand pressed against his forehead, with a dry breath, and the fingertips were still cool. He opened his eyes dimly, and the ends of his eyes were flushed with heat. Yes, the picture in front of me was blurry, and it took a while before I could see the man's jawline clearly.

Ling Yugeng: "Are you awake?"

Chu Shun: "..."

Ling Yugeng: "Get up and drink the medicine when you wake up."

Chu Shun: "..."

He still didn't respond, his expression looked like he hadn't woken up, his eyes were empty, his emotions were like a blank sheet of paper, empty and empty, like a puppet, his lips were pale, but his cheeks were too rosy, and his forehead was covered with fine and dense sweat .

Seeing this, Ling Yugeng put the medicine on the table, and pressed the sweat on Chu Shun's forehead with a handkerchief. The young man's black hair was stuck to his neck. He reached out to flick it away. At that moment, the young man's black eyes He regained consciousness in an instant, took a deep breath, and suddenly grabbed Ling Yugeng's wrist, almost using all his strength, the veins on the back of his hand were bulging.

But illness made him weak, and here at Ling Yugeng, he just held his wrist.

Chu Shun had some random dreams.

The intertwining of chaotic memories caused him a severe headache, he was panting, his body was covered with sweat, he reached out and touched the veil on his forehead.

I didn't know when I fell asleep.

"Drink the medicine." Ling Yugeng said.

Chu Shun lay on the bed, looking down at him.

The dim light made Ling Yugeng's face blurry, and he couldn't hear Ling Yugeng's words clearly in his ears. After panting for a while, Ling Yugeng's face gradually became clear in his eyes. The dim light seemed to have softened.

Ling Yugeng struggled a bit, the hand holding his wrist was released, Ling Yugeng reached out to help him, this time Chu Shun didn't stop him, and sat up from the bed according to his strength.

Ling Yugeng brought the bowl to him, "Drink the medicine."

Chu Shun: "Senior?"

Ling Yugeng: "It's me."

The medicine in the bowl was pitch black.

Chu Shun asked where the medicine came from.

"It was exchanged." Ling Yugeng said, "I exchanged it for the silver I picked up in the lotus pond yesterday."

Chu Shun glanced at the table, pursed his lower lip, and reached for the medicine, Ling Yugeng put it in his hand.

But the moment Chu Shun took it, the medicine bowl tilted to one side, and all the medicine was scattered on the bed, soaking the already damp bedding. The medicine bowl rolled twice on the bed, almost fell to the ground, and was caught Catch it with one hand.

Ling Yugeng raised his eyes and met Chu Shun's eyes, his eyes flickered, his eyelashes trembled twice, his voice was hoarse after a night of fever, "I didn't... I didn't mean it."

"It's okay." Ling Yugeng said, "There are still outside."

Chu Shun observed his expression, and when he heard this, he tightened his grip on the quilt.

Ling Yugeng stretched out his hand to lift his quilt, but Chu Shun held onto him tightly.

Ling Yugeng: "The quilt is wet, covering your body will aggravate your condition."

Chu Shun tilted his head and coughed twice: "There are no other quilts."

Ling Yugeng touched the wet quilt, didn't say anything else, took a bowl and went out to fill him with medicine. Fortunately, he boiled too much medicine, it took a lot of time to boil the medicine, and it was already dawn outside after the medicine was boiled.

The door squeaked and closed again. After Ling Yugeng went out, Chu Shun got up on the bed. He supported the bedpost to ease his dizzy head. It was dark for a while, and he walked to the window.

The window was broken, allowing the air to leak in. He saw a makeshift medicine stove set up in the yard. The man bent over and poured the medicine from the stove into a bowl.

Ling Yugeng returned to the room, Chu Shun sat by the bed and watched him approach.

"Drink." Ling Yugeng said.

The thin shoulders of the young boy next to the bed were covered with white obscene clothes, the marks of the collarbone were very obvious, and the smooth jawline added sharpness. He reached out to take the bowl, but the bowl almost fell again. Ling Yugeng, who had expected it, stretched out his hand One pick up.

The soup in the bowl was shaken twice.

Chu Shun pursed his lips, looked up at Ling Yugeng, wondering what he wanted to see on his face.

Ling Yugeng also looked at him thoughtfully.

After a while, Ling Yugeng asked, "Are you afraid of suffering?"

Chu Shun was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and after a while, he gave a soft "hmm".

"I'll bring you some sweets next time." Ling Yugeng said, "After drinking the medicine, the disease will be cured."

"...Thank you, senior." Chu Shun lowered his eyes.

He took the bowl over and didn't sprinkle it this time.

The young man raised his head and drank the medicine in one gulp. His protruding Adam's apple rolled a few times, and the bitter taste spread from his lips to the base of his tongue. He just frowned.

Watching him drink the medicine, Ling Yugeng put away the stove outside first, and then returned to Chu Shun's spiritual mansion. Feeling the spiritual power surging from his body, he sat cross-legged and found a place to rest.

"I'll teach you a way to run your spiritual power, dredge your meridians, and you'll get better sooner."

Chu Shun resisted other people's spiritual power from entering his body, so it was up to him to do it himself.

He directed Chu Shun to sit on the bed, and when Chu Shun started to use his spiritual power, he found that the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to enter Chu Shun's body consciously.

Chu Shun was 15 years old, and he couldn't even complete the foundation building. This kind of aptitude was extremely poor in the realm of self-cultivation, but he actually didn't find a suitable method for his cultivation.

Chu Shun started to meditate, and Ling Yugeng also sat down cross-legged, running his spiritual power like running data, and he was swimming in the joy of the sea of ​​data knowledge.

After a long time, the boy sitting cross-legged on the bed twitched his eyelashes twice and opened his eyes.

He got up from the bed, went outside, and found the medicine residue in the small kitchen in the yard. He turned it out and took a look, put it between his nose and sniffed it lightly, rubbing the medicine residue with his fingertips.

This senior is really... not like him at all.

When Ling Yugeng opened his eyes again from meditating, something happened.

It was only an hour before and after.

A middle-aged man was sitting in the main seat above the lobby. The man's facial features were majestic, and a weak young man was standing underneath. There were also a few boys with bruised noses and swollen faces. The chubby young master who pushed Chu Shun down the lotus pond yesterday was also standing there. On one side, his eyes were bruised and his nose was still bleeding. The maid next to him wiped his nose and tears.

"Father, it's him, he's the one who beat me up like this! He broke my jade pendant yesterday, and I'm going to reason with him today. I didn't expect, I didn't expect him to be so unreasonable!" The chubby young master said voice shouted.

The woman next to him also cried out: "Master, you must seek justice for my son, the young master is so arrogant and vicious at such a young age!"

Master Fatty is the heart and liver of Chu's house. The talent of spiritual roots is not bad. He was pushed like this by Chu Shun. The middle -aged man above was not only distressed his son, but also lost his face.

"Chu Shun, it's not that my uncle is biased. It's just that the clan has a rule that if you are unwilling, you can issue a challenge. But in private, fighting is strictly prohibited. But you should be punished for stealing, fighting, and provoking. Do you agree?"

No, of course not!

When Ling Yugeng saw this scene, he knew that Chu Shun had been wronged. He stayed with Chu Shun all the time, but he didn't see him throwing the jade pendant.

The boy was dressed in black and stood in the middle, the corners of his lips were tight, he said nothing, his eyelashes trembled, because a voice suddenly appeared in his ear, "Ask that little fat man, is the jade pendant real?" You broke it."

fatty?

Chu Shun turned his head to look at the chubby young master next to him, pursed his lower lip, looked straight at him as Ling Yugeng said, and asked:

"I really broke the jade pendant?"

The young master snorted, wanting to say who else is there if it's not him, but he said: "Ah Kun is talking about you!"

Chu Shun: "When, where, and where did you fall? Did you see it with your own eyes?"

"Of course I didn't see it with my own eyes. Anyway, I was looking for an excuse to teach you a lesson." The young master covered his mouth.

Chu Shun turned his head and asked his servant, "Obviously you broke the jade pendant, why did you slander me?"

The boy said: "If you don't push it on you, the young master will punish me, anyway, you are so useless..."

After the boy finished speaking, his face turned pale.

Chu Shun continued to ask the young master: "The wound on your face was caused by me?"

The young master said: "I fell it myself."

It was Chu Shun who fought with his subordinates, who accidentally injured him, and then fell to the ground, which made him look like this.

The people in the hall looked at the young master with a sudden change of temper strangely. The young master also pointed at Chu Shun angrily and scolded him for what he had done to him. He rushed forward to beat Chu Shun. Chu Shun turned sideways. fell to the ground.

The scene was chaotic for a while.

At this time, a person from outside came in and spread the word that the young master of the big house had returned.

Master Dafang, the son of Chu Shun's stepmother, was born with extraordinary talent at the age of eight, and entered one of the four sects of Jianzong to practice, and became a direct disciple of the Master of the Ten Peaks. Not the same.

The farce ended without a problem, everyone rushed to greet the young master of the Chu family, Chu Shun walked to his small courtyard, obviously he was the eldest son, but he was not even qualified to greet him.

It is even rumored that he is the lone star of Tiansha.

"What did the seniors do to them?"

"I just gave him some power words for about three days, so don't worry." Ling Yugeng said, "Do you want to learn it?"

"I have no talent for cultivation."

"There is nothing difficult in the world." Ling Yugeng said.

Chu Shun paused when he heard the words, his eyes flickered slightly.

"If you want to learn, I should call you Master." Chu Shun's words contained playfulness and temptation, and an arc was drawn on his lips inadvertently, implying malice, but the tone did not reveal the slightest, "Master?"

Ling Yugeng was calm, and said "um" in a faint voice, "You can call like that."

Chu Shun's expression was slight and he remained silent.

Passing by yesterday's lotus pond, Ling Yugeng said "slow down", Chu Shun stopped, Ling Yugeng asked him to walk to the side of the lotus pond, and after a while, Chu Shun lifted his foot and walked over.

He stands on the edge of the lotus pond, his face and figure are reflected in the pond.

Chu Shun felt the wave of spiritual energy, and suddenly, something broke out of the water, and the water splashed all over the lake. He suddenly took two steps back, and when he saw the thing clearly, he stopped suddenly.

I saw several silver hairpins wrapped in water plants, floating in front of Chu Shun.

"When you get out, let's sell it." Ling Yugeng said.

For the time being, let's pick up the garbage first, at least exchange some money to get some food for Chu Shun, after all, the child is still growing.

In the future, we must encourage our young apprentices to become good young people who are upright and kind.

A long way to go.