The wind and rain were coming fiercely, but the broken wooden windows of the dilapidated temple persisted for a few breaths, then they "cracked" and went away with the wind. The raindrops fell into the temple and wetted the old dust under the windows.
Chu Qingwan hugged the three little ones and sat in front of the Buddha statue, saying: "Usually this kind of rain comes and goes quickly, and will stop after a while."
It happens all the time, but today God is particularly merciless. Almost an hour after Chu Qingwan finished speaking, the rain was still falling, and getting heavier and heavier. The sky was darker than before, as if it was going to be dark.
The three chirping little ones were tired and nestled beside her obediently, yawning one after another.
Tiantian rubbed her eyes: "Mother, I want to sleep."
Chu Qingwan held her in his arms to sleep, and ordered Yanran to spread the cloak with stones outside on the hay in the temple, so that Tuan Tuan and Yuanyuan could sleep.
Not long after, the sound of even breathing came out, and all three little ones fell asleep.
Chu Qingwan inadvertently raised his eyes and saw Mo Jingyu staring at the rain outside with a gloomy expression.
She was slightly startled and called him a few words before he turned around as if waking up from a dream: "Hmm? What's the matter?"
Chu Qingwan said: "You look strange, but your legs hurt?"
Mo Jingyu was about to shake his head, but he thought of something and nodded again: "Well, a little bit."
Old illnesses recur. In the past, his legs would be sore on rainy days. After her treatment, these symptoms no longer exist. This is not why he is so depressed.
However, it was difficult to tell her what he was thinking. It would be better to say that his legs hurt.
Chu Qingwan put Tiantian in Yanran's arms, walked up to him, and lifted up his robe.
Mo Jingyu asked: "What to do?"
Chu Qingwan said: "I'll give you some pressure and you should be able to get some relief. If it's really unbearable, just tell me."
His weak, boneless hands covered the calf, and pressed gently through his pants, all the way up to the thigh, when Mo Jingyu hurriedly stopped: "It doesn't hurt here, no need to press."
Chu Qingwan did as he was told and didn't touch it. He pressed the button back and forth to other places for a quarter of an hour and asked him, "Does it still hurt?"
Mo Jingyu replied: "Much better."
Chu Qingwan stopped her hand and sat down next to him: "Will it hurt when it rains?"
Mo Jingyu shook his head: "It only hurts so much in winter."
Chu Qingwan felt a stab in his heart, and suddenly thought of a general he had contacted before.
He had an old injury that would cause pain all over his body every rainy day. It was a stubborn disease accumulated over many years on the battlefield. It could not be cured and could only be nursed back to health slowly.
Although Mo Jingyu is young, he has been fighting on the battlefield for several years. He must have suffered a lot of injuries. No wonder the heavy rain made him so irritable.
Or perhaps, what hurts more than the visible injuries is the high spirits he felt when he was galloping on the battlefield.
Thinking of this, Chu Qingwan said solemnly: "Prince, don't worry, I will definitely let you stand up this winter!"
Mo Jingyu met her firm gaze, and his heart suddenly felt full, and even the noisy rain was no longer so annoying.
He curved his lips and smiled, his voice soft and soft: "Okay."
In the evening of Chu Qing Dynasty, he replied with charm.
Waiting for the rain to stop, she held her cheek and said boredly: "My lord, are you afraid of recalling the past?"
Mo Jingyu shook his head.
He is not afraid, he only feels regret and nostalgia, and some dirty things are disgusting.
Chu Qingwan tilted her head: "Then tell me about your war, okay?"
The girl who raised her head had bright eyes and a charming look. Mo Jingyu couldn't even say "no" even half a word: "Okay."
The battlefield is cruel, and the heroic demeanor is popular, but being in the game is a matter of life and death.
Mo Jingyu is not good at telling stories.
His tone was too calm, and no matter how thrilling the confrontation came out of his mouth, it became trivial and trivial, without any immersive feeling.
Chu Qingwan wanted to agree, but she had no choice. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop her eyelids from getting heavier and heavier. She finally fell asleep to the sound of his voice and stepped into a dream.