The head of the Yuan family does not want to be reincarnated in the Chanyuan

Chapter 455 Farewell

Yuan Manshuo stood quietly in front of the corridor, looking up at the somewhat gloomy sky. Under the cover of thick clouds and mist, only a little bit of indistinct light came through, and the farther you looked, the more blurred it was. unclear.

There is also a small flower blooming under the eaves, he can't name it, but judging from the appearance, it should be just a wild flower, not a rare species.In fact, he had seen it by accident many days ago, and he was just a little curious about how many winter days the flower that was supposed to wither in autumn could last?Unexpectedly, the temperature dropped, and only two of its goose-yellow petals were blown away by the wind, and the rest curled up in a sluggish ball...the vitality is tenacious enough.

Yuan Manshuo was thinking about things that seemed to be completely irrelevant, and the people behind him were hurrying back and forth, even in this situation, there were only some hurried footsteps and rustling voices, just the expressions on their faces They were all full of uneasiness and bewilderment, only when they saw Yuan Manshuo, they seemed to be able to calm down a little.

Yuan Manshuo knew what they were thinking, and so did he, but at this time, he had to keep calm. He tried his best to divert his attention, forcing himself not to think, not to listen and not to listen. Go and see, the only way he can pretend nothing happened to him.

but…

He didn't know how many times he wanted to cast his eyes on the closed door, and wanted to ask what was going on.But he could only stand here, and he couldn't do anything other than showing this appearance to stabilize everyone's hearts.

The spells he copied can only be used by himself. He also thought about whether he could use Yuan Manzhong's spells to cut other ones that might work (such as Fujiwara Fugo's spells), but the same The two spells collided together but couldn't take effect at all, that is to say, he couldn't replace Yuan Manzhong's own spells, and the human body couldn't carry multiple spells.

So in the end there is still nothing to do.

Yuan Manshuo tightened his hands in his sleeves, looked down at the flower trembling in the wind, and said softly, "Uncle Mu Yan, go and rest."

Yuan Muyan was wrapped in bandages, but he just shook his head silently. When he came back, he surprised everyone. He was dragged back, but Yuan Manshuo didn't even have the strength to be angry at this time, at least he appeared in front of him as he promised, didn't he?

I don't know when his request became so low, Yuan Manshuo smiled self-deprecatingly, at this moment, the door behind him slowly opened, Yuan Manshuo suddenly looked back, just about to ask , saw Yuan Rina's gloomy expression, he opened his mouth, but he still couldn't speak.

"Would you like to come in and have a look?"

Yuan Manshuo looked at the opened door, but it was as if he saw a scourge. As long as he walked in, everything would be an established fact and could never be changed.For the first time, he thought timidly, if he stood here and didn't face it, then time would also stop at this moment?

"Master Shuo?" Yuan Muyan said in a low voice.

Yuan Manshuo lowered his head, and suddenly rubbed his face with his hands and exhaled, as if he didn't want to make his expression so ugly, his brows and eyes softened, a smile appeared on his face, and then he moved his hands a little stiffly. The legs moved in step by step.

The light in the room was a little dim, the curtains were opened, and as soon as you entered, you could feel the warmth rushing towards your face. Aoi stood aside, turned her head when she heard the voice, and immediately bowed her head when she saw Yuan Manshuo.

Yuan Manshuo raised his hand, he walked over silently, looked down at Yuan Manzhong who seemed to be just asleep, his eyes were blank for a moment, after a moment of hesitation, he sat down and slowly and carefully took his hand.

It's so cool, Yuan Manshuo thought so, he stretched out his hand to tuck the corner of the quilt, and looked at Yuan Manzhong's pale face, which seemed a bit empty.It seems that he has never seen Yuan Manzhong like this since he was a child. Even if he gets sick occasionally, if he doesn't pay attention carefully, unless his brother speaks out, otherwise he will be easily ignored with his unchanging expression. past.

It seems to be sinking into the bottom of the sea bit by bit, the sun shines down from the sea surface, and the air bubbles produced by breathing are floating upwards. It seems that the fine powder ground by some bright things has fallen on it, reflecting a little bit of soft light.

There seemed to be a figure flickering inside, but it seemed to be just an illusion when he looked closely. Later, he realized that maybe it was just because he wanted to recall, so the emotions in his heart emerged one by one, so he saw a tree falling from the sky. Qingyu, seeing the rising sun on the water, was suddenly led to knock on the door of the past.

It has nothing to do with anything else, it's just that he wants to recall things that he may have forgotten, all things related to his brother that he didn't pay attention to in the past.

That's it.

["Brother." Yuan Manshuo opened the door, then moved his nose, and looked around with some doubts, "What kind of smell?" By the way, this smell is a bit familiar, and it seems to have brought back some bad memories in him .

Yuan Manzhong put down the bowl in his hand with a dignified expression. The dark liquid inside was steaming out. For some reason, it still hung on the wall of the bowl when it was shaken. , I knew that it didn't move at all after it was filled.

"You should stay away from me today." Yuan Manzhong picked up the document calmly. He was wearing a thicker cloak behind him, and his face was slightly red, but judging from his expression, he was obviously in a good state of mind. The pen is held firmly, and there is no sign of fever at all.

"You have a fever?" Yuan Manshuo understood in an instant. He moved closer and touched Yuan Manzhong's forehead. It was indeed a little hot. Then he looked at the liquid in the bowl... "Rina's handwriting?"

"Ah." Yuan Manzhong responded, and calmly immersed himself in the document, but no matter how you look at it, it seems to be evading.It's not that Yuan Rina's medicine is not good. As the owner of the reversal technique, and can be called the current number one physician of the Yuan family, the level is there, but the only shortcoming is: taste Very "pure".

There are no other strange smells, just pure bitterness, so bitter that the tongue is paralyzed, no matter what you taste in the next day, it will make you feel out of your body, which makes people feel daunting.

Yuan Manshuo tried it once, how should I put it... It left a very deep impression on him. To be honest, the smell is not very strong, but it is enough to make him have a conditioned reflex as soon as he smells it. Imagination is a kind of insane suffering.

"How did you do this?" Yuan Manshuo asked helplessly, it was raining last night, but as far as he knew, Yuan Manzhong didn't go out yesterday, could it be...

"Because the maple leaves outside the house are turning red." Yuan Manzhong said as a matter of course, "So I set up the window yesterday and moved the table to the window... You saw it when you came here. The colors layered together are very beautiful, right?"

Yuan Manshuo nodded in agreement. In this regard, he and Yuan Manzhong are surprisingly consistent. If it was him, he would definitely do the same, so...

"I worked late yesterday and forgot to close the window?" Yuan Manshuo said unhurriedly, seeing the traces of damp under the window from the corner of his eye.

Yuan Manzhong nodded nonchalantly.

"Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, brother." Yuan Manshuo smiled, "Isn't it better to drink the medicine while it's hot?"

Yuan Manzhong's eyes drifted to the decoction that would even reflect light under the sun, and the smeared black had a faint blue color, which made him wonder what Yuan Rina had added to it every time.He twitched the corner of his mouth indistinctly, picked up the bowl with his right hand, held his breath, but in Yuan Manshuo's eyes, he had a kind of "seeing death as home", and he drank it down in one gulp.

Yuan Manzhong put down the bowl, propped his forehead with one hand, a dark cloud seemed to appear above his head, and the tone of the whole person became darker.Yuan Manshuo looked funny, stepped forward and took the document in front of him, hugged it in his arms, and said in a warm voice: "Leave these to me, brother, go to rest."

"Is it okay to be alone?" Yuan Manzhong raised his head, looked at Yuan Manshuo with a light smile, which slipped into the eye sockets bit by bit, and spread into the depths of the eyes.

"Don't underestimate me." Yuan Manshuo raised his eyebrows, the golden sun set on the fiery red maple tree tops, and when the wind blew past, it rustled with the shadows on the ground, "It's really a mistake, isn't it Is there any brother?"]

The silence of the room.

"Now..." Yuan Manshuo lowered his eyes, pulled away from the glowing memory, and said in a low voice, "Sure enough, you should underestimate me."

There was no echo in the room, and he didn't need anyone's answer. He bent down slowly, closed his eyes and put his cheek on the back of Yuan Manzhong's hand. In the dark world, all kinds of voices, shallow A faint aroma mixed with a bitter taste lingered around him.

Yuan Manshuo's fingers tightened slightly, his lips moved but did not make a sound, only his slight breathing could be heard, he was silent for a long while, then suddenly chuckled and said: "The only one left to be tortured by Rina now is Leave me and Raiguang alone."

Yuan Manzhong's fingers moved, and a vague sound came into his ears. The heavy fatigue made him want to sleep like this, but he still struggled to open his eyes.All the scenery seemed to be separated by a layer of frosted glass in his eyes, and he couldn't see clearly, but he could clearly know who was beside him.

Yuan Manzhong blinked slowly, a smile appeared on his face, then he turned his head slightly, and said softly with confidence: "Suo."

"Brother." Yuan Manshuo raised his head, his black eyes were filled with tranquility, and he asked softly, "Did you have a good dream?"