Chapter 238
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Torrent suddenly couldn't help but bite Ye Yunlan's shoulder like a wolf marking its prey.
"Stop? You want to wait for me? Come back, "he said." Shizun. "
Ye Yunlan felt the pain on his shoulder. It was only a slight pain, but Shen Shu had already let him go.
Again? He didn't know what he would do if he stayed any longer. So he picked up Remnant Light and walked quickly to the door. Only after a few steps? He turned around and said, "Shizun, take care."
Ye Yunlan said, "… Take care."
The door of the study closed slowly. Ye Yunlan touched it. His shoulder lingered for a moment at the painful spot. Then he got up and went to the window to check.
His eyesight was impaired. He only saw Shen Shu's figure passing through the sea of flowers. Had he gone to where he looked? Where he couldn't see, there was only a faint —? A silhouette. Again? —? How could he even see the silhouette? It was gone.
Ye Yunlan didn't close the window. He walked back to the desk and sat down. He picked up the brush and pondered. Yes.
Then he wrote it on the paper. He put down the brush.
Shen Shu. Every word was written.
By the time you read this letter, I had already gone to the netherworld.
I wanted to teach you not to worry, but I also remembered the promise I made to you. In the end, I failed to keep my promise. This is the fault of your Master.
…
The wind blew through the window sill. The wind chimes outside the bamboo house rang. Ye Yunlan finished writing the last word. He folded the letter, put it in an envelope, and pressed it with an inkstone.
It was almost noon. The sun was high in the sky. The birds chirped outside the window.
Ye Yunlan got up and went to the kitchen in the backyard. He saw a wooden shelf. It was arranged neatly? There were more than a hundred plates of food. There were dishes, pastries, soups, and so on. They were arranged according to their categories. There were even bamboo sticks with the names of the ingredients. They were sealed and preserved with a formation.
He took the —? from the wooden shelf. The plate was still warm when he held it in his hand. The aroma wafted to his face. The color was bright, and it whetted his appetite.
It was a squirrel mandarin fish and hibiscus fresh vegetables.
There was —? There was a bamboo bowl filled with white rice and a cup of tea.
He carried the food back to the bamboo house and slowly ate his meal alone. His body was weak, and he did not have a big appetite most of the time. However, Shen Shu was afraid that he would not be able to eat enough when he was not around, so he deliberately made more. There were some, but he still chewed and swallowed slowly. It took him a long time to finish everything.
After clearing away the bowls and chopsticks, he went to the study to read.
The sun was setting in the west. When it was five in the morning, a disciple of the Book Collection Pavilion came over.
This person was a simple and honest looking young man, and his attitude towards him was very respectful. He returned all the books that he wanted to return and did not borrow any books. The disciple was surprised and asked, "Me? I heard from Senior-apprentice Brother Shen that you like reading a lot. Why don't you borrow a few more? Ben? "
Ye Yunlan said, "Not for the time being. This —? You don't have to do it again next month? Come. "
The disciple was very puzzled, but he still took the book and left.
As the night deepened, Ye Yunlan went to the bamboo forest in the backyard.
There was a hot spring in the middle of the bamboo forest. The hot spring water was drawn down from the back of the mountain. The surrounding spring stones were piled high, so there was no need to worry about being peeked at.
Ye Yunlan —? He took off his clothes one by one, and his black hair spread out. He stepped into the hot spring.
The cold moonlight shone on his pale skin. The sound of running water gurgled in his ears.
He lowered his head and leaned on — —? A rock, silently looking at his reflection in the water. He saw a pale face, and his long hair was like seaweed. He felt like —? A ghost who had crawled back from the end of the Netherworld, without any vitality.
Spirals of hot air rose, and on his eyelashes? They condensed into water droplets and fell into the hot spring, causing —? Circles of ripples.
At night, he went to bed. He slept peacefully.
The quilt was cold. When he finally fell asleep, the night was still disturbed by nightmares.
Memories of the past came one after another, and in his dream, there was rain and thunder.
Again? When he woke up, the sky outside the window was still dark. It was raining? Rain.
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