blue shirt oath

Chapter 224

"This Li Wen is a well-known young painter in Nanyang. His painting skills won everyone's praise, but he broke his leg for some reason."

Du Qingshan sighed infinitely.

"Even so, even for the sake of the child, he shouldn't seek death."

"No."

Song Guichen followed suit and shook his head.

She hasn't seen many patients.

This is the first time for someone like Painter Li.

People in the world are all avoiding death, and a person like Li Painter who seeks death with all his heart is really a headache for Song Guichen.

"In the past few days, I have tried my best, and I have said everything that needs to be said, but he is stubborn and determined to die. Every time he is given medicine, he has to be knocked out to have a moment of peace. I am really worried. If Sisi and the others are not careful, Painter Li will find a chance to commit suicide."

"Death is too easy. Living is the greatest challenge in life." Du Qingshan looked at the gray sky and said quietly.

Du Qi, who was walking in the middle, heard the words and looked up at him.

My brother thinks the same as me.

The moment my brother knew that his father and mother were dead, he must have thought about death.

Du Qi squeezed Du Qingshan's palm heavily, and when Du Qingshan looked down at him, he smiled brightly at him: "Brother."

Du Qingshan was very pleasantly surprised: "Huh?"

This was the first time Ah Qi called her brother after she came back!

Du Qi pursed his lips and thought for a while: "I want to eat Bianjing roast duck."

Du Qingshan smiled: "Okay, let's go buy roast duck."

He knew that Ah Qi wanted to change the topic of life and death after hearing what he said just now, so he didn't expose it, and the three of them happily bought two roast ducks and went home.

It snowed heavily the next day.

Song Guichen came to Li's house with a small medicine box on his back as usual.

Painter Li's spirit was better this day than in the past.

He got out of bed and sat in a wheelchair that he hadn't used for a long time. His legs were covered with a thick blanket and he was holding an incense burner in his hand. He was being pushed by Li Cui to enjoy the snow in the yard.

He had obviously taken care of it early in the morning, he was wearing a new blue and black clothes, his black hair was tied up meticulously, and there was a slight smile on his thin face.

If you look closely, it's not ugly, it's even a bit delicate.

Song Guichen approached and inspected him as usual.

"It's cold, the painter should not stay outside for too long."

Painter Li: "This is the first snow this year, several days later than last year."

Years of illness and poppies made his voice sound very dark and hoarse, but when he said this, it was full of tenderness, as if he was whispering to the girl he loved.

The words Song Guichen wanted to ask Li Cui to push him into the house got stuck in his throat and he didn't say it.

Take out an unknown medicine and let him eat it.

Forget it, the first heavy snow in winter should be appreciated.

Standing aside silently, looking at the vast white land in front of him.

Painter Li suddenly said: "Xiao Cui, you go back to the room first, I have something to say to Doctor Song."

Li Cui hesitated for a moment, and with Song Guichen's nod, he reluctantly entered the room.

Painter Li stroked the incense burner in his hand.

The fragrance was so unique that Song Guichen couldn't help taking a sip.

Painter Li said: "This is Zhuojing's self-made incense for returning to life. The fragrance is very elegant and unique, right?"

As he spoke, he held up the censer and let Song Guichen come closer to smell it, with a very proud look on his handsome face.

"Ten Continents in the Sea" records: There is a big tree on the middle continent of the West Sea, and the fragrance of youth is hundreds of miles away. It is called Huihun, also known as Huishengxiang.

It is said that the dead can be resurrected after smelling this incense.

Although the fragrance in front of me is not as magical as in the records, it does have a special charm, Song Guichen nodded and said: "Mrs. Zun must be a woman with a beautiful heart and a heart."

She knew that Li painter's wife had died of illness a few years ago.

It is really not a good topic to bring up the other's wife in front of a man who misses his dead wife.

But today's Painter Li seems to be very eager to talk, and he even took the initiative to mention Zhuo Jing. Song Guichen was secretly happy, so he tentatively followed his words and asked.

Sure enough, the smile on Master Li's mouth became more and more gentle, and the tenderness in his eyes lifted that eight-point face to ten.

He nodded: "She is a very beautiful woman, she can not only make incense, but also paint."

Song Guichen felt sour, and pushed the wheelchair to a plum tree.

Looking at the red plum blossoms in full bloom, Song Guichen said softly, "She must also like plum blossoms very much, right?"

"Yes, among a hundred flowers, plum blossoms are her favorite."

Painter Li closed his eyes and sniffed the plum fragrance. After taking a deep breath, he shook his head and chuckled, pointing at the plum tree.

"I don't want to smell the fragrance when I smell it intentionally. The fragrance is in the place where I don't care. If she saw me sniffing the fragrance so eagerly just now, she would definitely blame me for being rude."

Song Guichen thought of his master.

Xu is a person who loves plums, most of them have the same disposition.

Master is also so casual.

When you smell it intentionally, you don't want to smell it, the fragrance is in the place where you don't mind.

Song Guichen heard this sentence for the first time, and he recited it silently several times, and he couldn't stop thinking about it.

This sentence is distant and clear, and the poet's longing for seclusion is beyond words, which is very similar to the style of Master's Ci.

"The phrase 'fragrance is in Wuxin' must have come from her pen?"

Painter Li suddenly withdrew his smile, looked at the tree plum fixedly, his hand holding the incense burner trembled slightly, coughed coldly, and said to Song Guichen:
"Miss Song, thank you for your hard work these few days to see a doctor for me. However, I am very clear about my situation. These legs will never get better. Even if they can, it is meaningless."

"It's meaningful." Song Guichen interrupted him, "She is under the Nine Springs, seeing you like this, her heart is as sure as a knife."

"Hehe." Painter Li chuckled as if mocking himself and sighing, "You don't know anything."

Song Guichen was dumbfounded.

She really doesn't know anything.

She has always believed that the sorrows and joys of human beings are not interlinked. When facing a patient, she can feel the pain of the other person, but she seldom speaks out words to persuade people to be positive and strong.

It's not that she is indifferent, but that she has always believed in "don't persuade others to be kind when they are not suffering." Similarly, she has never experienced other people's experiences, and she is not qualified to persuade others to live hard.

After all, for many people, living is indeed a very painful thing.

"Yes, I don't know anything." Song Guichen took a deep breath, "I don't know what happened to your leg injury, and I don't know any stories about you and your wife, and I don't know Why did the painter Li, who was once praised by everyone for his boundless scenery, become the ghost he is now?"

"But I can imagine how much wronged and suffered the young A Cui these years, because after his mother passed away, his father fell into a slump, obsessed with the past, and anesthetized himself with poppies. I know little How the young A Cui's immature shoulders provoked the family, and he worked hard every day to paint and make money to buy medicine for his father."

She said cruelly: "Painter Li, A Cui is your child, you who are immersed in your own affection, have you ever thought about him?"

(End of this chapter)