After Jingyue returned to her room, I stayed alone in the living room for a long time.
Self-blame, guilt, emotion, anger.
All kinds of emotions are flowing through me.
I hate the Chen family and their unreasonableness.
She blames herself for getting Lingxi involved in Meng Fan's matter.
Guilty Lingxi was injured as a result.
I was so moved that this nominal master risked everything for me.
And Su Tongyuan, she and the Chen family are in such trouble, it will definitely be difficult for her when she goes back.
By eleven o'clock in the evening, Lingxi still hadn't woken up, so I dragged my tired and aching body up to the second floor.
Take a shower, change clothes, and apply wounds.
At half past eleven, Meng Fan sent me a text message.
He said sorry a lot and told me he would come see me tomorrow.
I didn't reply, not because I blamed Meng Fan, but because I really didn't want to say anything more.
Lingxi's injury and coma occupied all my thoughts, causing me to feel confused and confused in everything I did.
I lay on the bed and began to recite the Ksitigarbha Sutra.
I went through the big concept three times.
Once for myself.
For the remaining two times, I hope Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva will bless Lingxi and keep her safe.
At eight o'clock in the morning, I was woken up by Jingyue. She told me that Lingxi was awake and asked me to go downstairs to cook.
My whole body ached, I grinned, put on my down jacket and went straight downstairs.
Jingyue stopped her and said, "Don't bother your master, she needs to rest. Just make her a bowl of millet porridge."
"I know." I rushed into the kitchen without looking back.
"Put some red dates and red beans." Jingyue said, leaning on the door frame: "I'm going to the city to get some medicine this afternoon. Ling Yatou has insufficient energy and blood and needs to be warmed up."
"Go now, don't wait until the afternoon." I said distressedly: "Catch it as soon as possible and cook it for the master to drink early."
Jingyue pondered for three seconds and responded: "That's okay, anyway, I can drive, it won't take long."
After Jingyue left, I took advantage of the break in making porridge to go upstairs to wash my face and brush my teeth. I threw the clothes I changed last night into the washing machine, and then quietly stood at the door of Lingxi's room and listened for a while.
There was no movement inside, and I didn't know if she fell asleep again.
After cooking for more than forty minutes, I fried a plate of mustard shreds and cut a plate of pickled cucumber slices. I carried them on a fruit tray to the door of Lingxi's room.
"Master." I knocked on the door gently and listened.
There was silence for a while, and Lingxi weakly replied: "Come in."
I turned the handle and carried breakfast to Lingxi's bedside.
To be honest, this is the first time I have carefully observed her room since I moved into Lingxi's villa.
It is different from the pink series I imagined for girls.
The room in Lingxi is very "simple".
The shabby mentioned here does not mean shabby. After all, Lingxi has plenty of money, and it will definitely not make it difficult for itself in terms of housing.
But compared to the cute princess rooms decorated by other girls, Lingxi's bedroom is more like a study.
In addition to a slightly eye-catching princess bed, there is a large bookshelf to the left of the bed.
It is filled with books. According to my rough estimate, there are at least a thousand books.
Opposite the bed is a wall-to-wall wardrobe with a 40-inch LCD TV hanging in the center.
Next to the floor-to-ceiling window, there is a marble desk with pens, ink, paper, inkstones and a laptop stacked on it.
Apart from that, there is nothing else.
I put breakfast on the bedside table and asked with concern: "Master, are you feeling better?"
Lingxi seemed not to want me to see her disheveled appearance, a blush appeared on her pale face, she shrank into the quilt and said: "You go out first, and then you come in and clean up after I finish eating."
"Okay, let me get you a glass of water." I took Lingxi's cup and went out, poured a cup of warm water and put it next to me, then closed the door and left.
I know Lingxi's temper. If I insist on staying in the room, she will definitely be angry.
Don't talk about having breakfast by then, I'll be so angry that I'm going to die.
She was hurt because of me, how could I make her angry?
Of course, I don't dare to make her angry.
Half an hour later, Lingxi called me in.
Only one-third of the bowl of millet porridge was moved, and the pickles were almost untouched.
Well, I drank half a glass of water.
She was leaning against the bed, her messy long hair neatly tied, flipping through a book, concentrating on it, pretending not to see me.
"Master." I moved a stool from the desk, sat on the edge of the bed and said, "Are you bored? How about I chat with you for a while."
Lingxi glanced at me and continued reading: "What are you talking about? About how you look like a pig now?"
The courage I mustered up suddenly withered.
Can you still be so harmful to others?
Lingxi pursed his lips and said, "Where is my uncle?"
"Well, Aunt Jingyue went to the city to get some medicine." I calculated, "She'll be back soon."
Lingxi nodded and stopped talking.
I wanted to make Lingxi happy, but also wanted to liven up the awkward atmosphere at this moment, so I coughed and said, "Master, let me tell you a joke."
Lingxi said with two minds: "You say."
Seeing that Lingxi didn't object, I immediately became energetic and kept recalling the joke books I had read before or some funny jokes in my mind.
Fortunately, I have a good memory, and I quickly thought of a few jokes that I thought were particularly funny, and I immediately opened my voice and said: "One day, the young man Bao Qingtian and Bao Zheng said to the magic mirror: Magic mirror, magic mirror, who is the one in this world?
The blackest person."
"The magic mirror shouted: Who, who the f*ck is talking?"
After saying that, I couldn't hold back my smile and burst into laughter.
