Stigma

Sui Yan didn't have much energy in his illness. He held Duan Mingchong and cried for a while before dropping his hands exhaustedly.

His eyes were full of misty water, tears were falling down, but he was still struggling to grab Duan Mingchong's hand.

Duan Mingchong's eyes were red, and he gently wiped the tears off his face, and said softly: "I'm here, I won't go anywhere."

Sui Yan took a few breaths, choked up and said, "His Royal Highness...Am I going to die?"

Duan Mingchong took a breath, and calmly coaxed him: "You will be fine, you just have a minor illness. You can get better soon after drinking the medicine."

Sui Yan's voice was crying, as if he did not believe him, but he still wanted to get an answer to make him feel at ease: "But I made a big mistake..."

Duan Mingchong held his hand and rubbed his face lightly, suppressing the soreness of his eye sockets, and said dumbly: "It is me who is wrong, it has always been me."

If it weren't for my indecision and confusion, you wouldn't have to suffer these pains at all.

Sui Yan didn't know if he heard him, and shook his head gently, crying back and forth, saying that he had made a mistake.

Duan Mingchong tucked the sweaty ink hair on his cheek aside, leaned down and gently kissed the corner of his lips, like a dragonfly, but suddenly let the somewhat confused Sui Yan stay in place.

He opened his eyes with misty tears and looked at him blankly.

Duan Mingchong lowered his trembling eyelashes, and whispered softly: "I am here, are you still afraid of it?"

Sui Yan was stunned for a long time before shook his head in a daze.

"No, not afraid."

Duan Mingchong laughed softly. He touched Suiyan's forehead and said, "Good."

Sui Yan hooked Duan Mingchong's sleeves, his knuckles were so hard that he turned white, and was soothed by Duan Mingchong as if he was so coaxing a child, tears fell uncontrollably.

Duan Mingchong turned his head to the side of Haitang and said, "Get the medicine."

Jun Jingxing and Suixun didn't know when they had already left the inner room. Haitang was frightened by the kiss from Duan Mingchong, and sweated all over his body. After staying in place for a long time, he shuddered suddenly, and ran away faintly.

Sui Yan's vision was blurred, but he kept staring at Duan Mingchong, as if he was afraid that he would disappear.

After a while, Haitang filled up the new medicine and brought it over, and only handed it to Duan Mingchong, without waiting for Duan Mingchong to speak, and ran away.

Duan Ming Chong Man's heart is full of Sui Yan, and he doesn't care about other people.

He added a soft pillow behind Sui Yan's pillow, letting the weak Sui Yan lean on it, and then picked up the medicine.

Sui Yan couldn't distinguish the reality from the dream at this time, only knew to stare at him closely.

Duan Mingchong stirred with a spoon, bowed his head and took a sip, feeling that it was not so hot, and then whispered, "It's not bitter, just drink a little."

Sui Yan had been ill for too long, his lips were pale and chapped, and the spoon was handed to his lips. He instinctively tilted his head to hide, but because of lack of energy, he was fed upright by Duan Mingchong.

Sui Yan said vaguely: "No..."

He only took a sip, then struggled to spit it out.

Duan Ming Chong said: "Don't vomit..."

Before he could finish speaking, Sui Yan leaned aside and vomited.

Duan Mingchong hugged Sui Yan and asked him to lean against him, and wiped the medicine stains on Sui Yan's lips without being too dirty. It was not until Sui Yan came back that he said softly, "Will you take another sip?" "

Sui Yan instinctively wanted to shake his head, but felt that Duan Ming Chong bowed his head slightly and dropped another kiss on the corner of his lips.

Sui Yan looked up at him blankly.

Duan Ming Chong said: "I just drank it a little bit, very good."

In fact, Sui Yan just drank most of it and was vomited, and there was no such thing as drinking a little bit, but Sui Yan himself was so sick that he believed his words in a daze.

Sui Yan murmured: "Okay."

Duan Mingchong chuckled softly, then took a gentle feed.

This time Sui Yan did not resist as before, obediently bit the spoon a little bit and forcibly swallowed the dizzying medicine.

Duan Mingchong waited for a while and found that Sui Yan didn't want to vomit anymore, and he was slightly relieved.

He was about to take a spoon and feed again, but Sui Yan pulled his sleeve weakly.

"His Royal Highness?"

Duan Mingchong looked down: "Huh?"

He responded and passed the spoonful of medicine, but Sui Yan turned his head to hide again.

Duan Mingchong's whole heart raised again: "What's the matter?"

Sui Yan raised his head slightly and said blankly: "I...I took another sip, isn't it?"

Duan Mingchong looked at him suspiciously, only to realize what Sui Yan meant for a long time.

He sighed helplessly, then lowered his head and kissed the corner of his lips.

This trick really worked. After that, Duan Mingchong gave him a rewarding kiss as long as he swallowed the bitter medicine and gave him a rewarding kiss, and Sui Yan could force himself to stop vomiting the medicine.

Until the next bowl of medicine was given, Duan Ming Chong's forehead was sweating a little.

Sui Yan leaned in Duan Ming Chong's arms, frowning and panting faintly, only drinking a bowl of medicine exhausted all his strength.

Duan Mingchong put down the empty medicine bowl and gently placed Sui Yan on the couch.

Sui Yan slept in a daze and was startled, opened his eyes weakly, and looked at Duan Mingchong with some panic.

"Are you leaving?"

Duan Ming Chong hurriedly grabbed his hand and said, "If I don't go, I won't go anywhere."

Sui Yan looked at him suspiciously, but he couldn't stand it any longer and fell asleep with his head faintly.

Duan Mingchong had been sitting on the couch holding Sui Yan's hand, staring at his pale and weak sick face, his eyes were cold and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Suixun had already drunk two cups of cold tea in the outer room, desperately suppressing his urge not to break in.

Jun Jingxing was holding a box of medicinal incense, frowning at the bead curtain, and after thinking about it for a long time, he walked in blankly.

As soon as he entered and had not spoken yet, Duan Mingchong, who turned his back to him, whispered, "Go away."

Jun Jingxing suffocated, and the hand holding the wooden box slammed hard, his knuckles turned white, and his jaw collapsed tightly.

Duan Mingchong sat on the side of the couch, gently holding Sui Yan's hands in his warm palms, as if sitting in the dark.

Jun Jingxing took a deep breath and said, "His condition is not cured by coaxing him with a few words and a few sips of medicine. Your Royal Highness, you should know more about the toxicity of the stigma than I am. He was able to keep one in the past. The fate has already been fortuned, do you think if you continue to do this, will you still have a life?"

Duan Mingchong didn't look at him at all. He still stared at Sui Yan's face. He said lightly: "You can't save him. It only shows that you are incompetent."

Jun Jingxing: "You..."

Duan Ming Chong said: "There are many doctors in this world who are more skilled than your medical skills. If you really insist on the scent of medicine that depletes your body to save him, then you don't need you."

Jun Jingxing looked at him blankly.

Only then did Duan Mingchong turn his head back slightly, the originally gentle eyes were now cold, and when he looked at people indifferently, Jun Jingxing made a bone-thin coldness from the soles of his feet.

Duan Ming Chong said: "I still said that, if you destroy him, you must bury him."

Jun Jingxing clenched the wooden box, gritted his teeth and said, "Are these unnecessary things... more important than his life?"

Duan Ming Chong said: "Yes."

Sui Yan's cold sweat slipped down from his forehead. He should have had a nightmare again. Duan Mingchong wiped his sweat clean for him. His voice was soft and soft, but what he said was chilling.

"Rather than let him go crazy for the rest of his life, I would rather choke him to death now."

Jun Jingxing said with difficulty: "You...you are such a lunatic..."

Duan Ming Chong laughed slightly after hearing the words, his eyes curled, as gentle as ever.

"If you let Ayan choose by himself, he will naturally not choose your rosacea's medicinal fragrance."

Jun Jingxing's face was ugly, but he couldn't refute it--according to what he knew about Sui Yan, those lonely and lonely people would rather die of illness than go crazy for life.

Duan Mingchong lightly lifted his thin lips, and said softly, "So, get out."

The pill box in Jun Jingxing's hand fell to the ground and stayed frozen for a long time before turning around and leaving in embarrassment.

Sui Yan lay on the soft couch, ignorant of the confrontation between the two.

Since he was sick, as long as he closes his eyes, he will fall into a nightmare that he can't break free again.

In that bizarre and bizarre dream, he walked in a thick snow in a purple dress holding an umbrella in his previous life, and behind it was the snowy sky, vaguely traceless.

Not long after, he stepped on countless steps to the front of a Buddhist hall.

The morning bell rang, echoing across the faint mountains.

Yuejian stood behind him wearing a large red cloak, and said lightly: "You don't believe in Buddha, but you come here every year. What is it for?"

Sui Wanggui raised his head slightly, looked at the half of the Buddha's body covered in snow, and smiled: "I don't believe it, can't you come?"

Yue Jiandao: "The worship of people who do not believe in Buddha, the gods and Buddhas will not be rare."

Sui Wanggui chuckled softly: "My Buddha is merciful, is it so mean?"

Yuejian didn't smile, he turned his head to look at the golden Buddha in front of him, and said, "What do you mean by the words you asked Master Gengxue a few days ago?"

Will gods and Buddhas impose severe penalties on those who suicide?

Sui Wang returned: "It doesn't mean anything, just ask just about it."

A monk stepped forward in the snow and handed the lit incense to Sui Yan.

After Sui Wanggui took it, he nodded slightly and looked down. Even if it was a salute, he casually handed the incense back to the monk, watching the monk insert the incense in the cauldron full of incense ash.

The white mist curled up, intertwined with the falling snow.

When Sui Wanggui opened his eyes again, he was already in that desolate palace.

Song Xian hurriedly left, the stigmatized wine glass was thrown on the ground at will by Sui Yan, shattered into pieces, shimmering with the candlelight.

Sui Wanggui lay on the soft couch, humming a little song of unknown name, and smiled for a long while: "Are you here to see me?"

Yue Jian said: "I'll collect the corpse for you."

Sui Wanggui only found it funny. After a few random jokes, he lowered his eyes and looked at the pale palm, and said softly, "I'm going to die."

Yuejian sneered, and said: "The stigma prepared by the emperor was changed by you before. Even if you drink the wine, you can't die for a while, don't be hypocritical."

Sui Wanggui still looked at his hand again, before smiling for a long time: "Really?"

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes lightly blinked at Yue Jian, and he suddenly smiled slyly: "But I stole a bottle of your poison, do you know?"

Yue Jian was startled, and then his face was instantly pale as paper.

He stepped forward abruptly, grabbed Sui Yan's skirt, and said coldly: "You...you really don't want to live?"

Sui Wanggui looked at Yuejian’s discoloration in the deserted and cold days, and seemed to find it funny. He couldn’t help but laughed, but before he laughed a few times, blood stains spilled from the corners of his lips and fell on him. On the placket, it looked like a flower in full bloom.

Yue Jian looked at his gray face, and quickly withdrew like a tide of anger, and let go of his hand in a daze, looking at him with some despair.

The tears of Sui Wanggui's laughter were about to come out. He coughed a few times before he smiled and said: "Yue Jian, I always think you know me, but why don't you know how to work on this matter?"

Yuejian gritted his teeth and said: "I don't want you to die..."

Sui Wang returned: "But what's the point of being alive?"

I don't answer every month.

"Instead of spending the rest of my life in a muddle-headed manner, I might as well end it now, one hundred and a hundred, clean and tidy."

Yuejian glared at him with gritted teeth.

Sui Wanggui blinked at him and said with a smile: "Don't forget that you just agreed to collect the corpse for me."

Yue Jian's eyes were red, and she said dumbly after a long while: "I don't want to collect the body for you..."

Sui Wanggui leaned on the couch, bending his eyes and said: "My biggest wish now is to be buried in the ancestral grave, but I don't know if I can do it?"

Yuejian endured it for a long time, but couldn't hold back, tears slid down, and he trembled: "I..."

Sui Wanggui said again: "But I don't want to be buried in the ancestral grave. If I get underground, my parents and the two elder brothers will ask me how I have been in these years, and I don't know how to answer."

"The people I have lived with are neither humans nor ghosts, and I have lived the most disgusting appearance before, so what face is there to meet them?"

"Buy me in a beautiful place. A small grave bag is enough. I won't pick it."

Yuejian couldn't listen anymore: "Stop talking..."

Sui Wanggui closed his eyes lightly, with a smile on the corners of his lips, and said lightly: "Yue Jian, I'm leaving now, don't miss me."

Yuejian cursed: "I don't know how to..."

Before he finished speaking, he couldn't make a sound of tears.

The wind and snow blew, and quickly helped him cover half of his body.

Yuejian's shoulders trembled slightly on the side, and he didn't know how long it took before he cleared up his impending collapse and took a deep breath.

"Year... Yan?"

No one answered.

Yuejian trembled again: "Forgetting to return?"

Sui Wanggui's eyes dropped, and his wrist fell on the broken snow of his clothes, and there was no sound.

The wind and snow drifted, mixed with the grief of Yuejian.

After a long time, Yuejian said: "Go to sleep."

Go to sleep.

I don't know anything when I fall asleep.

Sui Yan seemed to stomped on air, took a breath, and suddenly opened his eyes.

He woke up suddenly, and Duan Mingchong, who had been guarding for a long time, immediately noticed it.

He hurriedly came over, but found that Sui Yan seemed to be stunned, panting quickly, as if he was going to be out of breath, and his face was full of horror.

It took a long time to let out a desperate sob from his throat.

"I……"

Duan Ming Chong hurried to hug him.

Sui Yan's tears fell again. He buried his head in Duan Ming Chong's arms and hissed: "I was wrong...I don't want to die..."

Duan Ming Chong was taken aback.

"His Royal Highness, help me..."