MTL - How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight-Chapter 751 Do not return, such as scattered flowers (36)

  Chapter 751 The Return of the Undoubted, and the Flowers Are Scattered (36)

   Her breathing was so light that it seemed to disappear at any moment, her pulse was almost undetectable, and she was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, her pale, sickly skin had no trace of blood, and there was an air of death.

Miao Hua rubbed her cold fingers, but it didn't do anything for a while, so he had to put her cold hands on his lips, snorting the heat, and kneading her fingertips. For some reason, his eyes were a little sore and his vision gradually gradually blurred.

  It was all good before, but it suddenly stopped. Miao Hua doesn't know what his feelings are at this time. Is it guilt?

   Or what?

   Wen Xien was his apprentice before, he never gave a good face or even said a few words. For him, his apprentice was no different from others.

   But Wen Xien was not so calm at the beginning. When she was young, she would make trouble and cry like a child, but because no one paid attention or coaxed her, she naturally wouldn't make trouble anymore.

   He thought that every time he went out, Wen Xien promised to be the first to come to him, and even if he was not there, he would just take care of everything in an orderly manner, and would not let him worry about anything at all.

  Wen Xien will also make some exquisite gadgets for him. At that time, Wen Xien smiled more beautifully and brilliantly than now, and his eyes were brighter than stars.

  Miao Hua often doesn't have any superfluous expressions, just looks at her indifferently, and reprimands her for not paying attention.

   After so many years, Miao Hua found that he hadn't said a few words to Wen Xien, and every time he seemed to use the coldest back to refuse Wen Xien's approach, making Wen Xien stop in hope.

   Now that he wants to make up for it, he finds that he has no time to regret it.

   This is the first time he usually regrets, and the first time he understands the feeling of regret.

  If... if he didn't listen to others so hastily, but listened to a few words of Wen Xien's explanation, if he could trust Wen Xien a little bit, wouldn't there be such a result?

   And Wen Xien will not lie here and fall into the shackles of death.

  Miao Hua buried his face in Wen Xien's palm, and water stains rolled down from his eye sockets and dripped onto the other party's cold palm.

Feeling the coldness on his cheeks, Miao Hua was stunned for a moment, then curled the corners of his lips mockingly, then heaved a long sigh, and whispered in a tone that had never been gentle before: "When I'm better, I'll pick you up and return to Qingqing. Is the virtual door good? It's not good for a teacher, you shouldn't believe you, let you fall to this point, you can do whatever you want, you can wait for me, okay?"

   His tone was as if he was coaxing a child who ran away from home.

   It was dawn outside, and the sun came out. The light shone into the room and was covered with sunlight. It crossed Wen Xien's face, and the white light and shadow were a little unreal.

   "Don't sleep anymore Enen, get up and see me, okay? Didn't you tell me to not leave you as a teacher? I'll pick you up as a teacher right away, hold on, okay?"

  The child's voice was hoarse, his intonation was slow, as if squeezed out of his throat, rough and vibrato.

   The person on the bed didn't want any reaction, but at an angle that Miao Hua couldn't see, a tear fell from the corner of his left eye, slipped into the ink hair, and shed a tear.

   When Wen Xien's hands were hot, Miao Hua put Wen Xien's hands back into the quilt. He got up and tucked the quilt. When he was arranging the ink hair on the pillow, the eyelashes of the motionless person lying on the bed trembled.

  Miao Hua thought he was dazzled, he blinked, and when he saw that his eyelashes moved again, he opened his mouth in surprise, and the ecstasy of the rest of his life surged up instantly.

   "Wen Xien! Wen Xien! You're awake, right?"

He couldn't care less, his hand got into the quilt and grabbed the warm hand in a panic, while he couldn't help shouting loudly, grabbing this life-saving driftwood tightly, for fear that it would be a moment's delay. .

   Guo Zhenfei, who was staying up late in the kitchen room, heard the movement, immediately picked up the medicine bowl, and walked quickly towards the house regardless of whether it was hot or not.

  Guo Zhenfei was holding the medicine, staring at the person on the bed with burning eyes, a little eagerness in his eyes.

   he asked the child.

   "Are you awake?"

  Miao Hua ignored Guo Zhenfei and spoke in Wen Xien's ear to prevent her from falling asleep again.

   The bowl in his hand was hot, but Guo Zhenfei didn't seem to feel it. He suppressed his breathing and waited intently for the moment Wen Xien woke up.

  Wen Xien's eyelashes moved and calmed down again, which made their hearts tighten at the same time, and they both held their breath nervously.

   Just when Miao Hua was a little flustered, the person on the bed moved, his brows were slightly wrinkled, very shallow wrinkles appeared between his brows, and the long and thick eyelashes were about to spread out like butterfly wings.

  Miao Hua opened his eyes wide and took a breath, "Wen Xien..."

  's head was heavy, chaotic, and there was no strength in her body. Wen Xien opened a small slit, and the dizziness made her frown even deeper.

  The inhaled breath scratched his dry throat again and again, and it hurt like a knife was slamming in there.

   She was mute, and the warm light shone on her face, which was very comfortable.

  Miao Hua couldn't help but stretched out his fingers and touched her eyelashes. The weak touch on his fingertips made his heart feel as if a feather had been scratched lightly.

   The next moment, Wen Xien stretched out his brows, his long and thick black eyelashes trembled twice, and slowly opened his eyes.

   A touch of golden light sprinkled on her eyelashes, as if a layer of golden light had passed through. The dark and wet eyes became a little brown, her eyes were a little confused, and some couldn't tell when it was.

   She was stunned, her lips moved slightly, and she uttered two words. The only one who could hear clearly, Miao Hua, was stunned for a while.

  She is calling...Master.

   The child's thin, black face came close to her. She stared blankly in front of her, and it took a while for her to gradually focus.

   The overflowing emotions at that point instantly dissipated into smoke, and the eyes returned to the familiar softness and purity.

   "Little Flower..."

  Miao Hua's nose was slightly sour, he clenched Wen Xien's fingers, "I'm..."

   Only Miao Hua knew what he meant by 'I am here'.

   Guo Zhenfei suppressed his turbulent emotions, looked at Wen Xien, smiled, his cold and hard outline was soft, "Drink the medicine first."

  Miao Hua helped Wen Xien up, tucked the quilt, and made sure there was no ventilation.

   The medicine in his hand was still a little hot, so Guo Zhenfei started feeding her when it was cold.

  Wen Xien turned her head away uncomfortably, she said softly, "I'll drink it myself."

  Guo Zhenfei touched Wen Xien's soft black hair, and said, "Be good, be obedient."

Good night

   (end of this chapter)