The cold medicine of rebirth is poisonous

Chapter 22
After school, Cen Xueluo followed Mo Yifan to his temporary residence.

Desolate, remote, dilapidated, these are not enough to describe Cen Xueluo's feelings. She never thought that Mo Yifan would live with his brother in a dilapidated building. She knew that building, because it was going to be demolished, so The residents have all moved out, no one lives there, and construction may start next week.

Cen Xueluo looked at the surrounding environment, and a layer of frost covered her cold and beautiful face: "Do you know that your brother's immunity is very weak?"

Mo Yifan was very embarrassed, his face flushed because of embarrassment: "I know. Please take a look at my brother's situation first."

"There's so much dust here! The ground is so wet! You..." As a doctor, Cen Xueluo unceremoniously accused Mo Yifan of his mistakes.

Mo Yifan wanted to explain something, opened his mouth, then closed it tightly, turned his head away, there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.

At this time, Mo Yiping's soft and cheerful voice came from the dilapidated house: "Brother? Are you back?"

"Yes." Mo Yifan agreed loudly, and turned his head to look at Cen Xueluo, his eyes full of pleading.

The room is still very clean, but there is no furniture except a small table, not even a bed, just spread newspapers on the floor, a layer of cardboard, and a bedding to form a simple bed.Mo Yiping was half-sitting on the floor like this, leaning against the mottled wall with his thin back, looking at Mo Yifan and Cen Xueluo smiling quietly.

The boy's smile is still as warm and bright as the summer sun, even in such a dilapidated and crude environment, his face is still calm, without a trace of dissatisfaction.

Cen Xueluo felt his heart twitch when he saw it, and glared at Mo Yifan angrily, only to find that Mo Yifan turned his face sideways and held his head up, his eyes moist.This boy with a resolute appearance and a strong heart can only show such a vulnerable side when facing his brother who depends on him for life.

"Brother, I'm a little hungry, can you buy me something to eat?" Mo Yiping smiled slightly and said to Mo Yifan, "It's best to have wontons from Uncle Zhang's."

"This..." Mo Yifan looked at Cen Xueluo hesitantly.

"You go, it's okay, I just happened to show Yiping his health." Cen Xueluo said understandingly, and waved his hand, "I'm not hungry, so don't take my share."

Mo Yifan understood what Cen Xueluo meant, his wheat-colored face flushed slightly, and he nodded embarrassingly, then whispered a few words to Mo Yiping, turned and left.

Mo Yiping quietly stared at Mo Yifan's back, his clear eyes filled with sadness again: "Xueluo, can I call you that?"

Mo Yiping was one year older than Cen Xueluo, so it was normal to call him by his first name.Cen Xueluo nodded slightly.

"Don't blame my brother." Mo Yiping turned his eyes and looked at Cen Xueluo earnestly, with a trace of sadness on his delicate face, "Actually, I got my brother hurt."

Cen Xueluo thought that what Mo Yiping was talking about was that he was paralyzed in bed and his family was impoverished, so he comforted him, "You didn't think about it, it's not your fault. Trust me, you will stand up."

Mo Yiping smiled sadly, and looked into the distance with a misty expression: "Stand up? I've been waiting for too long and I'm tired."

Seeing Mo Yiping's look of seeing through all the vicissitudes, Cen Xueluo felt flustered for no reason, but he didn't know what to say to comfort him, so he kept silent.

"Last time you said that I need to get more sun, so my brother made a pushable wheelchair and took me out to enjoy the sun." I met three of those people on the street, and they made fun of me, saying that I ..." Mo Yiping bit his lip, a little sad and helpless, "My brother fought with them later, the three of them were not my brother's opponents, who knows...they actually found their home later. "

Cen Xueluo suddenly realized that it turned out that Mo Yifan got into a fight because of Mo Yiping, and Mo Yiping was in poor health. If those gangsters who had feuded with each other came to him, Mo Yiping would naturally have to be beaten. No wonder he would move here.Cen Xueluo thought about it, and looked around: "But it's cold and humid here, even in summer, it's not good for your recovery, the moisture can easily penetrate into your bones. Let me help you feel the pulse first."

Mo Yifan's pulse was much weaker again, and his health was even worse than before. It seemed that after moving this time, he had consumed too much vitality in this damp, cold and dilapidated house. Sitting on the bed and now leaning on the wall for support.

"Eat this." Cen Xueluo turned her hands and took out a elixir that she made herself. She used several mild medicinal herbs to nourish blood and health, at least it could make Mo Yiping no longer so weak.

Mo Yiping took it without hesitation, and swallowed it without even drinking water, with a calm face, as if he didn't feel the bitterness of the pill at all.

"Give me two months." Cen Xueluo took out a bottle of qi and blood elixir and stuffed it into Mo Yiping's thin and slender hands. She didn't even dare to look into Mo Yiping's eyes. There were too many things buried in the young man's heart, and the desolation and deep despair in her eyes made her feel chilly, "Two pills a day, if you insist on taking the medicine, I will cure you for at most two months."

Mo Yiping remained silent, looking down at the medicine bottle in his hand, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "Very beautiful bottle. Thank you."

"Then I'll go first. You need to take good care of yourself." Cen Xueluo instructed, then stood up and wanted to leave.

"Aren't you waiting for brother to come back?" Mo Yiping asked softly.

"No need. I'm going back to dispense the medicine." Cen Xueluo waved her hand, then left in a hurry.

In the next few days, Cen Xueluo was a little restless. She practiced kung fu and medicine like crazy, and the strong despair and sadness in Mo Yiping's body reminded her of her previous life when she drank poison, like a knife. General pain.Maybe it was because of sympathy, or because it had resonated with him, Cen Xueluo suddenly wanted to heal Mo Yiping, free this young man from his illness, and make him as sunny and happy inside as he was outside.

Cen Xueluo's unusual silence caught Lin Yichong's attention. Lin Yichong looked at Cen Xueluo's increasingly rosy face and the depressed mood that was inversely proportional to his skin tone. Stupidly studying for the final exam.

The final exam is coming, can the holidays be far behind?Regardless of whether they did well in the exam or not, most of the students were still smiling, discussing with each other how to enjoy the holiday and how much money they would receive during the Spring Festival. Cen Xueluo also heaved a sigh of relief, silently thinking about how to arrange the holiday.

Just as she was slowly putting the pen and ruler into the pencil case, Lin Yichong walked in suddenly with a gloomy face, and sat down on his seat without saying a word.

After a while, Lin Yichong sat up straight, looked at his desk, and said in a low voice, "I heard that Mo Yifan's younger brother died."

(End of this chapter)