The grass is sparse and lonely and cold in the late autumn night; the surroundings are too close, the clouds rise up to drink water, the chirping sound is faint, and there is not a single insect chirping to cater to it, making it extraordinarily empty.
Her cat and leopard looked up at her in the dark, their eyes shining like two pairs of green light bulbs in the night. After watching, they folded their heads again and fell asleep in each other's arms.
After returning from drinking the water, there was a slight movement on the bed, so Yun Qiao simply took a glass.
Xi Lanting leaned forward slightly, and seeing how kind she was, she got up in the middle of the night to pour him some water, even if he wasn't thirsty.
"...I always think of old things."
Yun Qiao said to him.
Xi Lanting was most afraid that she would think about old things.
In fact, what Yun Qiao recalled was all his good deeds; but in his own opinion, he looked disgusting in the past.
His entanglement has troubled him for hundreds of years. It was not until Yun Qiao's death that he realized that restoring his divine body meant nothing to him.
Therefore, the previous efforts made to harm her are meaningless.
The living she is everything to him.
He hugged her tightly: "Go to sleep, I'm very sleepy.
I’ll use a calming spell on you.”
Yun Qiao wanted to speak, but his cold fingers poked her between the eyebrows.
The calming spell quickly subsided, and she gradually fell into sleep and fell into a deep sleep.
Let her sleep, but Xi Lanting couldn't sleep all night.
The autumn rain started the next day, and the weather suddenly turned cold, and it was a bit bit cold.
Yun Qiao wanted to wear a big sweater, but she was worried that it would be too expensive and would attract criticism from her classmates, so she just turned out her scarf, gloves, and hat.
There was a stove in the house, and Xi Lanting finally stopped going out to bask in the sun and sat around the stove with her two pets to keep warm.
Yun Qiao: "You want to bask in the sun, the sun and the rain, but you are not afraid of the fire?"
"That's it, let me take advantage of all the benefits. Are you angry?"
Xi Lanting was careless.
Yun Qiao: "..."
She stepped forward and pinched his face, "You are arrogantly blaming your wife..."
Xi Lanting sat in a wicker chair with a thick mattress spread under her body. He raised his head and kissed her cheek: "The temperature has just cooled down. I feel uncomfortable. I can't control my temper well."
Yun Qiao: "I forgive you."
On the way to school, she remembered the green-gray color on his back when he got up early to get dressed, and she knew that he must have been in pain for a long time last night - she looked at it specifically and saw that his pajamas were not the ones he had before going to bed. He must have been in pain in the middle of the night.
Changed with sweat.
He was particularly uncomfortable.
Even so, he just choked out a few words calmly, and Yun Qiao's eyes felt a little wet for no reason.
"...I really want to resolve these things as soon as possible."
she thinks.
However, Lan Ting hasn't made all the plans yet. He is looking for a chance of survival, and Yun Qiao has to wait.
Cannon fodder must be patient, obedient, obey arrangements, and use it to its fullest potential instead of being a disservice.
That afternoon, Yun Qiao and Zhou Mulian conducted heart suturing experiments, still using pigs. Only then did Yun Qiao put aside the bad mood of the morning and concentrate on it.
Of course, the operation failed.
There was no way, the current research in this field was not yet mature, and Zhou Mulian only used his own guesses.
He comforted Yun Qiao: "Just send the New Year pig to the canteen in advance, don't be sad."
Yun Qiao is no longer sad.
When she got on the operating table, she was terrifyingly calm. She was just doing her best in life and death, and was not worried about gains and losses as she was at the beginning.
"I see."
Yun Qiao said.
After washing her hands and changing clothes, Zhou Mulian waited outside and asked her about Ying Xue.
Yun Qiao told him.
"Do you need me to report to the teaching secretary?"
Zhou Mulian asked.
Yun Qiao shook his head: "I have already made peace with their brother and sister."
"How did you make peace?"
Zhou Mulian was a little curious.
"They apologized to me, invited me to dinner, gave me jewelry, and then made peace."
Yun Qiao said.
Zhou Mulian: "..."
This is not called making peace, this is called a unilateral apology.
He couldn't help but smile, feeling that his aunt was really domineering and arrogant.