Ning Youan fell ill after being caught in the rain that day. His fever persisted. He kept watch over him with a cigarette in his clothes, carrying water and medicine, and didn't sleep a wink all night.
When they woke up in the morning, they were leaning on each other and talking. They happened to be seen by Ning's mother who came to visit her. Ning's mother sighed and left again. From then on, no one came to chase the cigarette away.
And their feelings seemed to have undergone subtle changes.
It’s no longer just about venting and asking for things.
They would huddle together in the courtyard to prune flower branches, make weird delicacies in the kitchen, and fly kites in the wilderness where grass grows and orioles fly.
But what Ning Youan likes most is listening to her singing.
Yes, her voice is very nice, like the dense drizzle falling on my heart from the south of the Yangtze River, it is gentle, tactful and affectionate.
She loved to sing the story of the scholar and the female goblin. In the story, the female goblin devoted her whole life to saving the scholar's life, but the scholar married a famous lady after high school and completely forgot about the scarred goblin.
She sheds tears at the end of every song, and her slightly raised eyes are dotted with tears, which is extremely endearing.
Ning Youan held her in his arms and coaxed her with gentle words, his brows and eyes as gentle as the spring water in March.
Hanyan raised her head to kiss him. The two kissed each other inseparably and rolled to the soft couch together. When they were having fun, she suddenly asked out of breath: "Ning Lang, if you were that scholar, would you be so unkind?"
Ning Youan leaned over to kiss the tears in the corner of her eyes, and said with a trembling voice: "Silly girl, I am not a scholar, and you are not a temptress. We will be fine."
Han Yan stopped talking, raised his arms and hugged his neck, hugging him tightly.
She never sang that story again, and when she did, she sang folk tunes. The tune was brisk and melodious, which was completely inconsistent with her voice and temperament, but it was still nice to listen to.
Ning Youan was sitting at the window drinking, and asked her with a smile: "You still teach this in your building, it's so special."
Hanyan looked up at the clouds in the sky and smiled softly, "I learned it by myself before. We like to sing this during the Chinese New Year."
"Really? Let's sing another song." Ning Youan poured another glass of wine, with unclear emotions in his eyes.
The two lived happily like this for a few days. In the eyes of outsiders, they were extremely in love, cooking wine and tea, wearing hairpins and thrushing their eyebrows, just like a newlywed couple.
However, only the person involved knows whether it is true love or genuine drama.
The accident happened at the end of the month.
At that time, the full moon hanging in the forest had become a scimitar, its light was extremely dim, and the sky was extremely dark.
Han Yan holds needle and thread in his hand and is sewing clothes for Ning Youan under the lamp. He is not at all like a prostitute from a brothel.
The pain started from her heart, as if she had been bitten by an ant. It was painful, and then a swarm of ants crawled to her limbs. She fell in front of the table in pain, dripping with cold sweat, and she didn't even notice the needle pricking between her fingers.
Ning Youan was so frightened that he even held her and asked his servants to call the doctor.
But he was not allowed to smoke. He held his hand and told him that it was an old problem and that he would be fine if he took more rest.
Ning You'an refused to comply and insisted on calling a doctor. He personally carried her to the bed, covered her with a quilt, and checked her body temperature. She was sweating profusely.
It seems that the sick person is really his wife, the one who is dear to his heart.
Her illness was strange, so the doctor naturally didn't find out the cause. He only prescribed two pairs of painkillers and left in a hurry.
Ning Youan stayed by the bedside, feeding her medicine, wiping her sweat and giving her water, and stayed up all night, just like she took care of him.
Seeing the bloodshot eyes and the stubble that had just sprouted on his chin, I threw myself into his arms and cried hard.
She said: "You'an, thank you, thank you for being so kind to me."
Ning Youan rubbed her hair, sighed softly, and was doting on her, "Silly girl, isn't it right for me to be nice to you?"
He lowered his head, stroked her smooth hair with his fingers, and asked softly: "Hanyan, are you hiding something from me?"
"We are going to be together for a lifetime, and we shouldn't hide secrets."
Hanyan opened his eyes wide, as if he was greatly frightened, "Together for a lifetime, for a lifetime?"
Ning Youan nodded, "Yes, for life."
Hanyan was silent, shaking his hands and slowly wiping his forehead and the sweat between his eyebrows. After all the sweat was wiped away, he said slowly: "Okay, I'll tell you."
"I am the person sent by King Xiangnan to seduce you. He wants to do a big thing and needs the Ning family."
Ning You looked at her calmly, with waves surging in his eyes, as if he wanted to turn the people on the shore into powder.
Han Yan was inexplicably panicked, and his voice shook uncontrollably, "Are you angry?"
"Well, I'm angry." Ning Youan said frankly.
Even though he knew her identity a long time ago, he would still be inevitably angry.
The hand hanging by his side, which was holding a cigarette, was tight and loose, covered with sweat.
Obviously she shouldn't be angry, and what she wants to do now is to cry, to seduce him with her tears and those seductive eyes.
But she just couldn't do it.
My heart started to hurt again, and the pain was stronger than before.
After a long silence, she gritted her teeth and sat up, "Then let me go, anyway, the lives of people like us are worthless."
"Are you angry?" Ning Youan held her wrist and smiled half-heartedly, "I was the one who was deceived, why are you angry?"
Smoking's lips moved, not knowing what to say, so he simply lay back again.
Yes, what right does an Israeli prostitute have to be angry?
She was really dizzy.
Her soft voice sounded in the room again: "I have been poisoned, and I need to take the antidote once on the 26th of every month. The antidote is in the hands of King Xiangnan. I can only live if I listen to him."
Ning Youan turned his head and looked outside, not knowing what he was looking at, "Hanyan, do you want me to help you?"
"I think." He replied without hesitation.
Ning Youan touched his chin, as if thinking deeply.
There was another long silence.
I smoked for so long that I could hardly sit down and wanted to say something.
The man who had been looking at the window suddenly turned around and hugged her. The long search for flowers and willows did not empty his body. His shoulders were broad and his muscles were tight, giving people a sense of security.
He said: "Okay, I will help you get the antidote."
Hanyan was startled and couldn't believe his ears.
You didn't even use the charm technique to cultivate your mind, and you succeeded so easily?
At this time, if the other person is an ugly man with a fat head and a big heart, she will definitely sneer in her heart. Sure enough, he is a man, a man who can only think with his lower body. She can only shed tears and raise her fingers and the other person will lose his brain.
But that person happened to be Ning Youan.
He has a handsome appearance that can captivate a large number of girls, a family background and financial resources that are enviable, and a gentleness and thoughtfulness that most men in the world don't have.
Such a man makes her obsessed.
It even gave her the unrealistic fantasy of staying with him for the rest of her life, like most loving couples in this world.
Someone pinched her cheek, and Ning Youan looked at her with tender eyes, "Silly girl, I want to ask you something, should I send someone to the palace to find him, or should you call him over?"
Hanyan came back to his senses, his voice still trembling: "I'll go find him."
She wanted to...try to get something. This chapter has been completed!