MTL - How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight-Chapter 791 Do not return, such as scattered flowers (77)

  Chapter 791 The Return of the Unruly, and the Flowers Are Likely (77)

   All this loosened his tense and tired nerves, hugged the person in his arms, and fell asleep lightly.

   The child lying next to Wen Xien moved his hand slowly until he touched Wen Xien's hand. He hugged his hands tightly and curled up against Wen Xien.

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  Early summer comes, and the temperature gradually rises.

  The early summer sunlight penetrates through the dense layers of branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with sparkling spots the size of copper coins.

   Wen Xien slept longer and longer.

   Guo Zhenfei is also coming back later and later. He has been living in Wen Xien's house recently. I don't know if it is because it is more convenient to take care of her.

  Although he was awake for a short time, Wen Xien didn't find anything.

   She saw that the black cloth shoes on the man's feet were tattered, but they were still clean. Maybe they came in after they had been cleaned outside.

   And the man will smell sweat when he comes back, his clothes are obviously soaked, the black clothes he wears are not very clear, and there is a lot of gray on the clothes.

As soon as the man came back, he would only look around for a while, not too close. Maybe it was because he was afraid that Wen Xien would see him in a state of embarrassment, or maybe he was afraid that the smell on his body would hit Wen Xien, so he would rush to Wen Xien every time. After taking a shower, he came to Wen Xien.

   Wen Xien ate candied fruit after drinking the medicine, and the words he said were sweet, "Aren't you busy lately?"

   Guo Zhenfei touched Wen Xien's face, his dark skin and rough palms formed a sharp contrast with Wen Xien's face.

  's voice was low and gentle as water. He seemed very happy about Wen Xien's concern, and his thin lips were curved.

   "Not busy, Enen is bored alone?"

   Wen Xien knew that the man didn't tell her the truth, so she didn't continue to ask, because even if she asked, there was no result.

   Looking at the man's tattered cloth shoes for two seconds, Wen Xien mentioned another thing.

   "The money has run out."

   Guo Zhenfei's eyes paused, and then smiled: "Not yet, don't worry about it. When you feel better, I'll take you out to get some air. It's not good to be locked in the house all the time."

   After eating the candied fruit in his mouth, the sweetness still lingered on the tip of his tongue, Wen Xien lowered his eyelashes, and finally let the man speak to himself.

   Her savings was pitifully small. Since she had a child, her money has flowed like water. I'm afraid his money has already been spent.

   And now, the food she eats, the medicine she drinks, the cakes and snacks she eats are all the hard-earned money of Guo Zhenfei.

  Wen Xien knew that Guo Zhenfei had both the old and the young, and he had the ability to easily support these people, but with her sickness, it might not be so easy to spend money and goods.

   Medicine is really expensive, and Guo Zhenfei will often boil some precious medicinal materials for her to drink. For an ordinary family, it is very difficult to pay.

   His chest was so tight, and his heart started to heat up again.

  Wen Xien closed his eyes and panted, but it would be good if he had been asleep all the time, then he would not feel the pain, instead of being so awake in pain as he is now.

   "En, is it hurting again?"

   He touched Wen Xien's face, and it was wet and cold sweat.

   The man lowered his head, his face was gloomy, he seemed a little confused and at a loss.

   "Why does it still hurt after drinking the medicine?"

  Wen Xien looked at the man like this, as if he was more vulnerable than her, which made her unable to bear to say that those medicines were useless at all, this body had collapsed, and even the gods could not save it.

   The pinky fingertips touched the man's frowning brows. Perhaps because of the frowning these days, the center of his brows were slightly wrinkled.

   The cool touch made the man's frowning frown loosened, he grabbed those hands, put them on his lips and kissed them.

   Wen Xien looked at Guo Zhenfei quietly, the expression on his face was pure and clean.

   "Actually it didn't hurt."

   She said these words lightly, but her pale and sick face betrayed her.

   This made Guo Zhenfei, who had been insisting that Wen Xien was just a minor illness, bewildered for the first time.

   He only felt panic in his heart, his heart seemed to be pinched by a pair of invisible hands, and his stuffy eyes were red.

  Wen Xien looked at Guo Zhenfei, who was drooping his eyes.

  Guo Zhenfei is like a big dog abandoned by its owner, helpless, uneasy, even ignorant, and said in a low voice: "They said you were very ill..."

   More than serious, those people said that Wen Xien was no longer saved.

   Wen Xien sighed, raised his hand and touched his face lightly: "Then do you believe what they say?"

   Guo Zhenfei raised his eyes and looked at Wen Xien quietly, his eyes were paranoid and hot: "I don't believe it."

   He didn't believe it, or he couldn't believe it.

   He didn't believe a word of the nonsense of those people, but many things didn't happen because he didn't believe it. Such behavior was like deceiving oneself.

   You can only hypnotize yourself over and over again, telling yourself that it will be okay, everything will be okay.

   Only in this way can his precarious sanity and nerves be stabilized.

  Guo Zhenfei lowered his head, his handsome eyebrows were scrambled, and he asked cautiously, "Are you going to get better?"

   Then he said firmly to himself: "I'll make you better."

   This has almost become his obsession.

This time, Wen Xien felt the incomparably intense emotions and emotions that the man had been suppressing and restrained. It was like a silent roaring flood. It didn't break out now, just because there were rocks blocking it. The valley ran wildly, unstoppable.

   extreme and sensitive.

   Wen Xien was a little bitter, raised his hand and landed on Guo Zhenfei's head, stroked and stroked gently, touching a beast that was in mourning.

   The pale lips are blue, the face is pale and pale, and the eyes are gentle and shallow: "Everyone has their own destiny, everything is destined, many things cannot be changed by ordinary people. Life, old age, sickness and death are the laws of the world."

   Guo Zhenfei's eyebrows moved, his head lowered even more, and he was as motionless as a stone.

   But his words were extremely stubborn, "I don't believe in fate."

  Wen Xien said the most cruel words in the gentlest voice.

   "It's up to you to believe it or not, I can't get better."

The man's eyes were scarlet, his face was slightly twisted, the blue veins on his neck burst out, and his excited voice involuntarily increased: "You will be fine! It will be fine, everything will be fine! Enen, don't say it anymore. Is this okay? You are just suffering from a minor illness, as long as you take your medicine well, you will be fine, you are so good, how could God be willing to take you away..."

   For such a stubborn man, Wen Xien was a little helpless. She wanted to say something, but the man had already stood up first.

   (end of this chapter)