This page looks best with JavaScript enabled
Chapter 3 Promise
The young master of the Shen family has cleared the snake venom and regained his consciousness; the young master of the Shen family can eat by himself, leaning on the bed to read; the young master of the Shen family is basking in the sun again in the courtyard...
The good news came one after another. Although to Shen Qingxuan, it just means that he can breathe for a few more years, but this does not prevent the old housekeeper from burning the funeral supplies to ashes, and it does not prevent Master Shen from sending a caravan to the extreme south. In the barren land, let Gao Li Yixie send two "antidote" to the merchant that year.
The banquet was spread out, and the family and friends were full.
The aroma of wine lingered in the forest, and the servants who had been worried for a few days dared to speak loudly.
Shen Qingxuan was sitting in a wooden wheelchair, wearing a large fox fur cloak, with a soft silk quilt on his knees tightly covering his legs, clutching the thin booklet in one hand, tilting his head to read quietly. The half-closed window slipped into the noise of the outer hall, the chatter and drum music, as well as the crisp collision of cups and cups.
It's just that, it doesn't seem to have much to do with him.
After a while, Shen Qingxuan felt a little thirsty, but the tea was cold. Holding the cool porcelain in his hands, Shen Qingxuan remembered the palm that covered his forehead that day. Although it is a completely different touch, the hand and the porcelain cup have exactly the same temperature. Cold and unpopular.
After turning around in his thoughts, he returned to his hand. Shen Qingxuan shook the brass bell, and after shaking it, he held the things that had accompanied him for many years in his hands and played with it habitually.
Hearing the call of the bell, the maid quickly pushed the door and came in. Without waiting for his instructions, she obediently poured out the herbal tea, poured hot water again, turned the charcoal fire in her hand stove, and put it on Shen Qingxuan's lap again.
When things were settled properly, the maid stood aside and said softly, "Young master won't drink tonight, so let's rest earlier. I'm just in good health, and I'm tired of reading, but it's not good."
Shen Qingxuan nodded slightly, drank a cup of tea, and picked up the book again to continue reading.
Seeing this, the maid lit a few more oil lamps in the house to make the light brighter, and then closed the door and exited.
After a while, the wooden door of the wing room was pushed open again. Shen Qingxuan raised his eyes to see.
The eyes of the two met, Shen Qingxuan was a little stunned, and soon smiled slightly, although he couldn't make a sound, he clearly shouted: Erniang.
"Xiao Xuan." Although the young, but graceful young woman also relaxed her expression, she stepped over the threshold and walked in, "Is it better?"
Shen Qingxuan nodded.
"Since you were bitten by a poisonous snake, the family has been in a panic," the woman leaned over and sat on the chair beside her, her expression was gentle, and she touched his face, "Sister prayed for you in the Buddhist hall. , I heard that you are well, and I went to repay my vows. If I can't see you in time today, I will bring your brother here. "
Shen Qingxuan just smiled, took the pen and ink at hand, and wrote on the paper, "Trouble Erniang, please, since my brother came with me and asked him to come and talk to me, how is my mother's health?
The woman looked at it and replied meticulously, "It's getting late, and your younger brother has a turbulent temper. I will only ask him to come back to accompany you tomorrow. My elder sister is in good health, and my ex-er specially cooked vegetarian bamboo shoots for the family to taste. It's just that you were bitten by a snake, I don't know which of the talkative servants passed it on to her, and she cried for two days. Fortunately, you are lucky, and my sister knew that you were safe and went to the temple to repay."
When Shen Qingxuan heard this, he felt uncomfortable, and after a while, he picked up the pen and wrote some words. Talk to her.
The woman said, "The beasts and poisonous insects in the mountains are hard to guard against. Why don't you go home with me. It also saves the family's worries. My sister and I are family members, so it's not good to go out to visit you often."
Shen Qingxuan wrote: Although there are many beasts, they do not easily hurt people. The servants take good care of them. This time it was just an accident. The climate here is suitable, and Lang Zhong also said that my body needs to rest. Although it is good to go home, it is not as quiet as the mountains.
When the woman saw it, she sighed slightly, remembered something again, and hurriedly said: "Before you came, my sister asked me to ask you, do you have a favorite daughter?"
Shen Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, and quickly picked up a pen and wrote: I understand what my mother means, but it's just that my body is at this point. Even if a good daughter is willing to marry me, I'm afraid I can't bear it and let others down. The responsibility of inheriting the incense should be taught to my younger brother to bear it for me.
The woman looked at the still-inked handwriting and sighed again: "If you don't say it, everyone in your family will understand. It's just that you are such a good boy, you have been in the world, you have suffered so much, and you have never left any children. I'm not your mother, but I..." Before she could finish speaking, her eyes were already red, and she hurriedly lowered her head, her vocal cords choked.
Shen Qingxuan was also silent, staring straight at the woman's trembling head. don't know what to think, eyes are deep and unpredictable, and it seems that mind is going back and forth.
In just a moment, he has returned to normal, and wrote again: Erniang doesn't need to be sentimental, my life should be like this. It's just that as the eldest son, I can't do my best for the country and the family. I'm very ashamed.
At this point, he changed his style of writing, changed the topic, and continued to write: My younger brother has just grown up, although he is smart but lacks experience, recently heard that he wants to enter the official position, the ups and downs of the Huanhai Sea are unfathomable, and Erniang needs more advice.
The topic involved parent-child, and the woman really held back her tears and whispered: "What do I know about women, but you have read poetry and books. If you can help your brother, that would be great."
"Er Niang doesn't need to be humble. My younger brother is smart, but he's just a little tactful when it comes to troubles. Er Niang is on the side and has his father to help. It's not difficult if you want to come to the fore."
"Please give me peace of mind." The woman put down the paper and smiled.
Shen Qingxuan laughed together, and wrote again, "It's just that my younger brother is young, so he has to take over the responsibilities with his elder brother, to be filial to the high hall and loyal to the country. It is very difficult for him."
The woman shook her head and said, "You are brothers, this is your duty, don't talk about it."
After talking for a while, Shen Qingxuan showed tiredness, and the woman hurriedly told him to take care of his body before leaving.
After she left, Shen Qingxuan sat alone in the chair for a long time, and his eyes stayed on the white paper on the table full of words. don't know what to think, and faintly showed a helpless smile full of sarcasm. After a while, he raised his hand to sort out the paper, rang the bell to call the maid, took the iron basin, and a fire turned the paper fragrant with ink to ashes.
It was late at night, and the noise in the outer hall had subsided. Shen Qingxuan asked someone to open the window, wrapped his fox fur tightly, leaned on the chair and looked at the night outside the window. This night, the stars and the moon were all emaciated, and occasionally the mountain wind blew through, raising and falling on his forehead, over and over again.
After another long time, Shen Qingxuan moved suddenly, took out his hand from the warmer, moved the wheelchair to the front of the desk, spread out the paper and ink again, and wrote: You are here.
Push the paper to the center of the table for people to see, and the surroundings are quiet.
Shen Qingxuan smiled but silently waited.
After a moment of silence, there was an extraordinary scene in the room where he was alone.
I saw the white paper on the table, no wind, and automatically, the pen resting on the inkstone platform also stood up, dipped in the ink and moved to the paper for a while, and then the thick ink and the paper gradually drew out the words, the handwriting was correct, it seemed to answer Shen Qingxuan The words read: How did you know?
Shen Qingxuan was still smiling, and he blinked his eyes and looked at the void with a condescending expression.
In the air, like that day, there is a sudden fragrance of grass and trees. The smell is like the forest after the rain, and there is a cold freshness.
This breath, on the day when filthy blood was vomited out of his body, appeared beside him surrounded by rotten stench, like a sudden light in the darkness, deeply etched in Shen Qingxuan's heart.
Never forgotten.
Shen Qingxuan suddenly sniffed, and then wrote a pen in surprise: You went to the hot springs on the top of the mountain?
The man still didn't show up, but he took the pen from the pen holder again, and next to his question, he replied: Yes.
The original doubt was also asked by Shen Qingxuan, and he solved it spontaneously. The peculiar smell of sulphur in the hot spring was where Shen Qingxuan asked, and he also learned where Shen Qingxuan easily knew of his arrival.
Smell like a beast.
But no one extended this topic any further, and turned to talk about other things.
Although Shen Qingxuan accepted his kindness and saved his life, he always kept in mind that he was a snake demon, not my race. Not for nothing.
But didn't want this monster to be like a human, with a name and a surname, not to mention enjoying the hot spring, but still here, with a pen and paper to accompany him to talk for an hour.
Although the words are concise and indifferent, he has a very human patience.
For such a monster with supernatural powers, there is not no more concise way of talking, Shen Qingxuan has experienced it. But the serpent was discarded.
Since aphasia, Shen Qingxuan has often communicated with others, but no one has ever been willing to write to him patiently with pen and paper like this. An hour is not long, and his life is just a grain of sand, but let the guard in his heart disintegrate, and it gives birth to a subtle intimacy.
Taking the paper covered with handwriting and putting it aside, Shen Qingxuan smiled, dipped ink on the newly rolled white paper and continued to talk with him: If I help you successfully cross the robbery, can I return the gift?
A line of correct handwriting soon appeared next to Qing Jun's handwriting, concise and as usual: wish you a recovery, as usual.
Shen Qingxuan's wrist trembled, and the tip of the pen that was full of ink scribbled heavily on the snow-white paper.