Chapter 41 Homesickness

"Although the girl's leg injury has been treated, it can be seen that the treatment was delayed after the injury. It will take at least two months to heal, and she must receive careful care within these two months."

"It has been raining for several days, and the girl must have been caught in the wind and some rain. In addition, her body is weak and yang is insufficient, the outside is not solid, and her mood is restless, which leads to wind, cold and dampness into the body..."

Song Yu clenched the densely written prescription tightly, and her eyebrows frowned more and more tightly.

When he got the news that Qiu Yao left a book and ran away, he immediately thought of what he had done to her before, and he couldn't wait to go to Xie's house to apologize. Now she came back with an injury. He suddenly felt that no matter how many words he had, he turned pale in an instant.

The situation of the situation is not much better. Qiu Yao wrote in the letter that she wanted to live alone. His first reaction was to push her into trouble before the marriage. The word self-blame alone was not enough to describe his mood at this time. Looking at Song Yu walking out of the room with the prescription and following the doctor, Jingqi sat by the bed and wanted to hold her. Qiu Yao's hand hesitated for a moment and gave up.

He laughed at himself, and this was the first time he felt helpless about Qiu Yao.

"It's my fault. Wake up." Jingchai looked closely at the bloodless beauty of **, and his eyes were full of regret. "As long as you wake up, I won't force you to get married."

Qiu Yao's eyelids moved, and Jing was slightly surprised. She thought she was going to wake up. Suddenly, she regretted what she said a second ago. Unexpectedly, Qiu Yao just trembled her eyelids and did not wake up.

Jingsai narrowed his eyes, reached out to hold the cold little hand, leaned over Qiu Yao's forehead and kissed him gently, and then got up and walked out of the door.

Yancheng was flooded, and all the medical institutions were washed away without exception. At present, the most common medicinal materials are more expensive than gold. It takes a day for Yan to go back and forth. Song Yu could have sent someone to Yingcheng to get medicine, but he still went there in person.

He originally wanted to persuade himself to go there in person in order to shorten the time delayed on the road as much as possible, but in the end he had to bow to the deep voice in his heart.

Song Ziyuan, you are running away.

He didn't know how he should face Qiu Yao when he woke up. He still couldn't get an answer that satisfied him.

He got off his horse, entered the hospital, and took the medicinal herbs to the kitchen. Song Yu hesitated for a moment and walked into Qiu Yao's room.

The scenery is not in the house, and Qiu Yao has not woken up. During the rainy season, there is continuous spring rain outside the window, and there is a dark atmosphere in the house. Song Yu sat at the table and silently listened to the servants' narration of Qiu Yao's situation on this day.

The high fever does not subside, and I am in a coma when I wake up, mixed with some incomprehensible words.

"Your Excellency, all the surviving people have been sent to the shacks outside the city to gather."

"How many people are there?"

The eyes of the messenger darkened, "less than 200 households."

"I know," Song Yuyou sighed and looked back at Qiu Yao, who was still in a coma, and turned around and walked out of the door. "Take the food brought back and let me out of the city to appease the people."

March is supposed to be the season when spring is warm and flowers are revived. However, when Qiu Yao opens her eyes, she sees endless haze.

The water outside the threshold can still pass the ankles. Countless private houses have long been washed away, and only a few official mansions have been spared. After hearing that Bai Qi had built a cistern, the people inside immediately packed up their small and soft wealth and fled to the nearby Yingdu.

Qiu Yao sat on the threshold and looked at the night rain outside, with only endless desolation and hopelessness in her heart.

When Song Yu came back, she saw such a scene. Her heart seemed to be cut open by a sharp blade. Countless blood flowed out. The maid standing by the door with her hand down wanted to explain something, but when she saw that Song Yu did not ask herself at all, she silently retreated aside.

"It's windy at the door. Go back to the house." Song Yu stretched out her hand to hold Qiu Yao up, but she stubbornly stayed in place, still looking at the somewhat confused night, but the tears in her eyes gushed out like the spring that washed down Yan City.

"Unprovoked rain in the night sky... Drops of homesickness..." She choked, holding the door frame next to her with her hands tightly. Her eyes kept thinking about an invisible point outside the courtyard, as if she was looking up at something and looking forward to something.

Song Yu listened to her poem and couldn't recover for a long time. It rained in the night sky for no reason, breaking his homesickness... This is the most touching and sad sentence he has ever heard in his life. Only he himself knows that the sentence "If the two feelings are long for a long time, how can they be in the morning and evening" left for him. What a deep impression, and this poem at this moment shocked him even more.

When she told the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, she blurted out "the story of my hometown". At that time, he had already noticed this subtle sentence. Looking at his frustratedness at this time, it was obvious that the homesickness in her mouth was not Yan Cheng under her feet.

Homesickness, thousands of miles of heart.

Song Yu was a little uneasy. If she was really not the daughter of the Xie family, where would her heart be at this time? However, this assumption seems so ridiculous. After all, no one doubts that Qiu Yao was born from the Xie family.

He did not inform the sword when Jingcha Bai Qi was about to leave, because he knew the deep meaning of the sword--

It's love.

If Bai Qi simply sent people back, he could only be sure that Bai Qi might appreciate or love Qiu Yao. However, that sword made Song Yu see Bai Qi's mind clearly.

He must have put Qiu Yao in an extremely important position in his heart, so that he can't wait to get rid of her so as not to let others use it as a threat.

Song Yu let out an inaudible sigh and turned to look at Qiu Yao, who was still in a trance.

It can make the cold-blooded and ruthless Bai Qi think so much. What an excellent and special woman you are.

"Bir the medicine to calm your mind."

There was an endless silence in the courtyard. Song Yu squatted down, fed the soup into Qiu Yao's mouth spoon by spoon, and then watched her gradually sleepy and gently fell into her arms.

Song Yu hasn't moved for a long time. She ignored the maid's surprised eyes and the sourness under her feet when she squatted. She just quietly let Qiu Yao lean and greedily enjoyed this rare peace until the breath in her ear gradually stabilized. Song Yu picked up the person in her arms, stood up carefully, and walked to her step by step. Put the person down gently by the bedside.

She has lost a lot of weight.

Self-reproach and remorse have tortured Song Yu for several months, but she still did not want to give up. It became worse after Song Yu saw Qiu Yao.

The maid quietly exited the room and pretended not to hear Song Yu's gentle but resolute monologue by the bedside.

"When you wake up, tell me where I am in your heart. If your words are consistent with what I think, then from now on, no one can take you away from me."