Small Lingzhi

Chapter 5

After the rainy season, it ushered in a hot summer day.

Although Lingzhi's cave is shady and cool, after a long time, his body will always be stuffy and sweaty.

Twelve days have passed since Xiao Yan woke up from poisoning.

The "Zheng" carved by Xiao Yan on the stone wall, together with the days of drowsiness, has already been fifteen.

A total of fifteen days, counting is short, but also long.

There is no time in the mountains, Xiao Yan is trapped in the cave, and the outside world seems to be cut off from him.

He picked up the firewood and traced it seemingly casually on the ground, but in his heart he went through some names.

The sound of chirping cicadas hung loudly outside the cave, Xiao Yan put down the firewood and sighed indistinctly.

As soon as the sigh fell, rustling noises came from outside the cave, and the clear and crisp voice of the little medicine man came in.

"Junqian~~"

Lingzhi carried a large bag of fresh wild pears in his arms, and he tasted one when he came back.

As soon as he entered the cave, Lingzhi couldn't wait to stuff the biggest wild pear into Xiao Yan's palm.

"There are a lot of pears growing behind the mountain. They are plump and juicy. Try them quickly."

Lingzhi said happily, "I've washed it all."

Xiao Yan lowered her head and took a sip, Lingzhi held her face in both hands, Qing Lingling's eyes were crooked with a smile.

"Is it tasty?"

Xiao Yan nodded, her eyebrows and eyes revealed a bit of tenderness: "The taste is very sweet."

After Xiao Yan was injured, he lost a lot of energy, his handsome and deep eyebrows became more and more fierce, and occasionally he looked at people quietly with a breathtaking majesty.

At that time, Lingzhi didn't understand this kind of imperial authority. When she encountered it by chance, she would only shrink her neck, and cared timidly and curiously: "Junqian, what's the matter with you?"

Xiao Yan smiled lightly: "It's nothing."

Xiao Yan has something to do today.

Don't look at Xiao Yan who sits in the cave all day long like an elegant god. After several days in a row in the hot season, his body is sweating.

After the wind blowing in the valley, no matter how godlike a person is, he will inevitably bring some sweat.

Xiao Yan told the little medicine man that he wanted to simply wipe his body, but there was no bathing conditions in the cave, so he barely survived by washing with clean water.

Lingzhi often washes in the spring stream behind the mountain because he wants to be cool. He puts his cool hand on the back of the man's hand and smiles: "I've washed~"

The little medicine man bathed with soap leaves. The faint fragrance mixed with the light and astringent medicinal smell poured into the nostrils to refresh the mind and refresh the spleen.

Lingzhi used the largest pottery pot to fill most of the water and went back to the cave. He was not strong enough, so he walked staggeringly while holding the big pottery pot tightly. When he came in, he bumped against the stone wall.

Xiao Yan said: "Be careful of your step."

Lingzhi couldn't see the soles of her feet, and her attention was all on the big clay pot in her arms.After a while, there was a muffled reply.

Lingzhi shook her sore arm: "The water is not full yet, I will use a smaller earthenware pot to fetch some water back."

He got up to leave, Xiao Yan suddenly said: "There is no need to make another trip."

Xiao Yan raised his hand: "Come here."

Lingzhi walked up to Xiao Yan and squatted down.

Xiao Yan vaguely saw a vague outline, a small shadow squatting in front of his eyes, he stretched out his hand, and the palm of his hand landed on the little medicine man's forehead accurately, sweating all over the touch.

Xiao Yan tore off a rag from his robe and wiped it for him.

The fabric of the clothes is soft and cool, and the clothes are also impregnated with herbs and spices such as fenugreek, so there is always a light fragrance lingering on the clothes after they are made.

Xiao Yan wiped the sweat off the little medicine man's forehead and cheeks. Although he couldn't see clearly, he never touched other places rudely.

Lingzhi sniffed: "Fragrant~"

It is always inconvenient for Xiao Yan to take a bath.The little medicine man enthusiastically picked up soap leaves and wiped his back for him.

The wound on Xiao Yan's back that had been scraped and dragged a few days ago had scabbed and healed almost, it was a little itchy, and the little medicine man wiped it gently, as if scratching Xiao Yan's itch.

Lingzhi used to be alone in the mountains with no one to talk to, but now he talks a lot, and Xiao Junqian has also become Junqian.

"Junqian, is this okay?"

"Ah."

Lingzhi's hand moved down, and the soft fingertips were pressed against the back of the shoulder with clear texture.

When he was about to go down again, the man grabbed his slender wrist.

Xiao Yan said: "Okay."

Lingzhi put away her palms, smiled and responded slowly.

Xiao Yan took a bath and put on ragged clothes.

There is no needle or thread in Lingzhi's cave to mend, he can't hunt, and he doesn't even have the sharp teeth of beasts for mending.

Lingzhi looked at the ragged clothes on the man's body, and compared her own gray and old robes that didn't match her body, and for the first time came to know what it means to be shabby and shabby.

He whispered: "Junqian, I'm going out for a while, I will, I will come back later."

The man "looked" at him tenderly, without asking any questions, and told him to pay attention to his safety.

Lingzhi nodded: "Yeah!"

At noon, Ling Zhihuang was collecting herbs in the valley.

He collected herbs for headaches and fever, for dispelling cold and relieving coughs, and for treating wounds.

Lingzhi knocked over the bamboo basket which was ridiculously large for his figure, washed the herbs and stuffed them carefully into the basket.

The sun dipped below the treetops, and it seemed that noon was about to pass.

Lingzhi carried a basket of medicinal herbs that was slightly heavy on her back and walked towards the narrow path down the Wuqing Mountain. She stopped and stopped, and when the sun was shining, she folded a big leaf to cover her head, and when she was thirsty, she took two pieces of fruit from her pocket to eat.

Sometimes he couldn't remember the way, so he just squatted on the rocks, waiting for the montanes flying past to stop beside him, eyes widening, and after a while, after the pheasants cooed and jittered, Ling Zhi Only then continued to carry the bamboo basket and walked down the mountain.

The heat has not disappeared, and the villagers are escaping the heat in the shade of trees or at home.

Lingzhi walked to the nearest village to Wuqing Mountain, surrounded by more than ten houses. He had been here before, and found one of them according to his memory.

The old woman in the house seemed to be teaching the child a lesson, Lingzhi stood outside the fence and listened for a while, then said flutteringly: "Sister-in-law, do you want some herbs?"

The sound of children being taught in the house stopped, and a woman in a light gray coat walked out.

The woman looked Ling Zhi up and down, shook her head: "My family has no shortage of medicinal herbs."

In fact, she looked at Lingzhi's appearance, and she didn't quite believe that he could sell any good herbs.

Lingzhi nodded, looking pretty and well-behaved.

The woman saw that the young man was obedient and handsome, and also saw that he was wearing rough clothes that didn't fit him, and her heart softened.

"You can go to the side of the road in the village and wait. When everyone comes back from farming later, if someone wants to change it, he will naturally change it."

Lingzhi got the woman's guidance, carried a large bamboo basket of herbs and ran to the side of the only road leading to the village.

He unloaded the bamboo basket and hugged it in front of him, picked a small stone and sat down.

In the evening, the mountain people who came home from the fields saw a young boy standing upright by the roadside. Looking closer, everyone who had exchanged herbs with Lingzhi recognized this beautiful boy.

Lingzhi also recognized the villagers who had exchanged medicinal herbs with him, pursed her lips and smiled, a little shy.

"Do you want to change the herb?"

The villagers often go up to the mountains and down to the fields, and when encountering sudden heavy rain or scorching sun, they will inevitably suffer from internal and external injuries, and the herbs that Lingzhi changes are cheaper than those in the city's pharmacies, so they are willing to exchange them with him.

"What do you want to change the doll for today?"

Lingzhi explained the efficacy of the medicinal herbs in the bamboo basket, and the strong mountain people gathered around him, each of them wanted to change.

Lingzhi said: "I want a suit of clothes and meat."

Although the medicinal herbs Lingzhi brought were good, the mountain folk were reluctant to exchange whole chickens and ducks with him.

Of course, Lingzhi didn't know this at that time, and when he saw the mountain people exchange a piece of cut meat with him, his face suddenly flushed with joy.

He wrapped the meat in lotus leaves and got two men's clothes.

Lingzhi carefully tidied up the items exchanged with the herb and the mountain folks, and the older mountain folk said, "Wave is back on the mountain again?"

Lingzhi carried the wrapped clothes in front of his body, and put the meat wrapped in lotus leaves in a bamboo basket behind his back. He nodded: "I want to go back to the mountains."

The mountain people couldn't bear to see a boy named Lingzhi living alone on the mountain. They first said that there were wild beasts hurting people on the mountain, and then they said that it was inconvenient for him to have no one to help him when he was in trouble.

No matter how much the mountain people tried to persuade, the young man listened quietly with a smile all the time.

After finishing speaking, Lingzhi said, "I'll go back first."

All the mountain people said in unison: "Hey."

The doll Lingzhi suddenly appeared in the village. In the nearby villages, he is the most handsome. If anyone has such a handsome child, the neighbors in the village will know it.

When he appeared suddenly, everyone thought it was a little fairy emerging from the mountains at first, and then they thought it was some noble boy who had wandered here.

Lingzhi stayed on the mountain for a few years. He moved cautiously, and occasionally sent herbs to the village that were better than the medical center. The mountain people gradually got used to this good-looking, kind-hearted and a little strange boy.

When Lingzhi was leaving, a young dark-skinned boy from the village came up to him, met Lingzhiqing's smiling eyebrows, and quickly scratched his hair, smiling a little silly.

"Lingzhi, it will be fifteen in a few days, and the family is killing chickens and fish. My father asked if you would come to my house for a warm meal?"

The youth in the village still didn't dare to look into Lingzhi's eyes. When he spoke, he looked up at the sky. Hearing the crisp voice of thanking him softly, it was as if a soft feather had been drawn in his heart.

The young man in the village couldn't fit his mouth with a smile: "Then it's settled, I'll tell my father, he must be happy!"

Lingzhi smiled and said goodbye to the villagers, and continued walking in the direction of Wuqing Mountain.

It is easy to go down the mountain and difficult to go up the mountain. Lingzhi is still carrying a weight on his body, and the mountain road is staggering.

On the dome of the moon, the stars flicker densely.Lingzhi walked on the valley path with a wooden stick, and when the fog started to stop, she stopped and looked around.

He figured out the direction and moved on.

The dense fog is full of miasma, but it is not poisonous to Lingzhi. Instead, it opens a quiet path for him. With the dense fog, the surroundings are free from the intrusion of wild animals.

On the way, Lingzhi rescued a roe deer that had been poisoned by miasma. This was a pregnant female roe deer.

Lingzhi patted the poor female roe deer, and after detoxifying it with herbs, sent it to a place where the mist could not spread before returning to the road up the mountain.

When they returned to the cave, it was already the climax of the moon, usually at this time Lingzhi and the man had both fallen asleep.

Lingzhi walked into the cave quietly, and a deep male voice came from the dark direction.

"came back."

Lingzhi: "Yeah!" He suppressed his excitement and lit a candle given to him by a villager, "Jun Qian, why haven't you slept yet?"

He put down the things on his body, turned to sit beside the man, and said mysteriously: "I exchanged a lot of things with the villagers. Guess what they are all about."

Xiao Yan raised a smile on his lips, followed the blurred figure, and touched the little medicine man's head with his hand.

Lingzhi's hair was covered with sweat, and he wiped it with his slightly rough fingertips. He pursed his lips, his ears were a little red after being touched, and he couldn't speak anymore, his eyes were as bright as stars.

Lingzhi wiped the man's sweat obediently, and said in a muffled voice, "I went to the village to change my clothes and meat."

Xiao Yan "looked" at him: "You don't have to work so hard next time."

Lingzhi shook her head quickly: "It's not hard!"

He grabbed the man's hand and squeezed his slender fingers tightly, smiling shyly and full of expectation.

"Junqian, change into new clothes quickly."

Xiao Yan didn't move, and let the little medicine man hold his finger for a while.

The author says:

To be fixed, thank you all!