Allure Doctor

Chapter 19 My pupil (2)
Then she began to cry, silently.Tears flowed like a flood without an embankment, but there was no sound at all.That boundless aura of despair continued to spread...

Dada looked at her, then at the master standing beside him, so anxious that he shed tears along with her. "Master..." Dada looked at the white figure begging for help.

But Mo Jili just silently looked at Murong Xichen who had lost his soul, without saying a word.

The horizon, the setting sun, is like blood.

"Ma'am, you have to dig a grave at least one meter deep with your bare hands within three days, so that people can be buried completely. This is my master's principle, otherwise...the corpse will be thrown into the wilderness, and the corpse will be divided by wild wolves... ..."

Murong Xichen woke up slowly from the coma, and had just swallowed a bowl of dark medicine while holding his breath, when he heard Dada's words.

Maybe it was because of Mo Jili's strange temper repeatedly, but this time she didn't even scream.In fact, even though she really felt how cruel and inhuman this rule was, she was already powerless to criticize it.At the same time, she also fully realized that this person would not change his mind because of her accusations or entreaties.All she can do is accept.

Staring blankly out of the window for a while, Murong Xichen turned his gaze to Dada.She saw sympathy in the child's face, especially in the dark eyes.This made her feel a warm current. "You take me there now. But, can I go in and see Tongtong first, I just want to take a look at him, just one look."

Dada wrinkled his face and shook his head. "I'm sorry Ma'am, Master will not agree."

Murong Xichen exhaled lightly and nodded slightly. "Then let's go now."

This time, Dada helped her walk.Across Tongtong's hut, Dada helped her to a tree.

"Madam, the soil here is relatively soft, so let's go here." Dada pointed to the shadow under the tree.

Murong Xichen noticed that there were several graves nearby, very simple, not even a tombstone.Presumably, this is also dug out bit by bit by the relatives of the person in the grave with bare hands.Since they can, then she can too.She let the child lose his life, and at least she wanted to return him a whole body.Otherwise, how can I be worthy of his life...

"Ma'am, I'm going back to cook for the master. If you're really tired, just call me and I'll be right over."

Murong Xichen nodded, and Dada walked away step by step.

Her legs could no longer support her, so she slowly sat down on the ground.Trembling, I stretched out my hand, slowly pushed aside the fallen leaves, and grabbed a handful of soil.Although Dada helped her choose a relatively soft place, digging a one-meter-deep hole with bare hands was not easy for a thin woman who had never worked.However, she has to sit!
Murong Xichen didn't let himself think about it any more, but kept tearing while pawing at the dirt with his hands as claws.These hands are too delicate and weak, and she was seriously injured, even if she used all her strength to pick it off, she could only pick off a little bit each time.Her tears are getting more and more...

In the end, she was crying so hard that she almost suffocated.

Dada ran over to let her rest for a while, but she didn't cheat at all.In the end, only under Dada's persuasion, he drank a bowl of medicine.

In the evening, she finally fainted under the tree.

In that dream, she was still crying and waving her hands.Tears kept oozing from his closed eyes.

The mountain is quiet, except for the rustling of the wind and the rustling of the leaves.Outside the window, the shadows of the trees whirled, and outside the dark window, there seemed to be a white shadow passing by, and soon disappeared without a trace.

When I woke up again, it was almost noon the next day.After Murong Xichen finished drinking the medicine, he took a few mouthfuls of rice casually, and asked Dada to help her to the tree.

Tears seem to never dry up.Even though the eyes were already sore from crying and tearing, they seemed to be broken water valves, and they couldn't stop the water drops that kept gushing out.Most of the time, the vision is also blurred by the water vapor, just hazy.The hands have formed inertia, waving mechanically, often catching stones.The ten fingers, whose nails had already been broken, became more and more scarred and bloodstained.Outsiders looked at it and felt abnormal pain, but the person involved didn't seem to feel it at all.

This time, earlier than yesterday, Murong Xichen passed out again.Even for dinner, Dada only fed a little soup, so as not to damage his body further due to hunger.

As night fell, a white figure floated into the room, watching Dada sitting by the bed.

"Master, the behavior of the past two days has already shown Madam's sincerity, so please forgive her, Master." Dada quickly stood up, ran over and pulled his sleeve to plead for Murong Xichen.

Mo Jili rubbed his hair vigorously, and didn't let go until it became messy.He stared at the person on the bed without any emotion. "A child, what do you know? The world is the best at disguising, you definitely don't know."

"But madam, she is definitely not pretending. She really loves her son, and she is really sad. Didn't you see that when she was digging the grave, her tears were like a missing embankment, constantly Liu, it looks desolate!"

"Anyway, tomorrow is the third day, let's talk about it. Go back to wash and sleep early, and I have to watch her tomorrow." After speaking, he took a deep look at the person on the bed, turned and left.

Dada looked at his back, pouted and shook his head.

On the third day, it was almost dark, and Murong Xichen hadn't been able to dig to the depth that Da Da said.She looked at Dada with pleading eyes, and asked in tears, "As long as it's not dawn, it's fine, right? Right?"

Dada looked at her, then turned his head to look in another direction, and finally nodded.

That night, Murong Xichen miraculously did not faint.Regardless of the fact that it was already night, she just kept digging up the soil, and even stopped crying.It seems that she has become a marionette, completely controlled by people to wave her hands mechanically, which has nothing to do with the soul or will.

I don't know if it was her sincerity that moved the world, or what, but it started to rain that night, pouring down.The watering of the rain made the soil loose, making it easier for Murong Xichen, who was so exhausted that he was about to faint, to dig.

(End of this chapter)