PDLP Chapter 186 Recovery
Chapter 186 Recovery
Mu Jinghua heard Xu Shu's voice while he was drowsy, and just wanted to lean into Xu Shu's arms. But his body was so heavy, and he tried for a long time, but Xu Shu's voice became more and more anxious.
Mu Jinghua thought anxiously that he was probably going to die.
If he died in Xu Shu's arms, perhaps Xu Shu would remember him forever.
What a tempting thing it is to be remembered forever by Xu Shu.
Even if it is dead...
If he died, what would the world say about him?
A nameless boy who was bought from a brothel by Xu Shu?
A guy who comes from a humble background but has the ability to make Mr. Xu obsessed with him?
He might become the topic of conversation among others, just like what the aunties and brothers at the village entrance used to talk about.
So at the end of the story, someone will always say, "No matter how capable you are, you're still dead."
He is still dead.
He is still dead.
He is still dead.
No, he didn't want to die, nor did he want a clumsy death to bind Xu Shu for the rest of his life.
He was not yet eighteen, and Xu Shu had not even married him yet.
He wanted to be his husband, his only husband.
But his eyelids were still heavy. He tried his best to open his eyes, but he couldn't. He could only let out a weak, tiny groan from his throat: "Xu Shu...Xu Shu, I, I'm so cold."
Xu Shu froze while holding Mu Jinghua, and then he immediately came to his senses, stood up, hugged him and ran wildly: "Got it, let's go home, let's go home."
"Don't be afraid, I'll take you home right now."
Mu Jinghua only felt swaying, as if there was wind blowing from the side. This scene seemed familiar.
The last time he was drugged by Mrs. Wang in Yichun Tower, Xu Shu ran wildly holding him in the same way, and the wind blew past his ears in the same way.
But at that time he was extremely hot, but now he felt like he was falling into an icy cave.
Coldness is obviously closer to death. He used to think so every shivering winter day, and it is still the same now.
"But, Xu Shu, I don't want to die."
"You won't die." Compared to Mu Jinghua's cold body, Xu Shu was sweating and panting. "We'll be home soon, hold on."
"Then you..." Mu Jinghua still closed his eyes, his voice was as soft as a mosquito, "Will you marry me?"
"Of course I will marry you," Xu Shu was a little overwhelmed by the running and talking at the same time, but he still did not dare to slow down his pace. "Do you remember, we are already engaged?"
"When you turn eighteen, we'll get married."
"At that time, I will invite guests from all over the country and hold a three-day banquet. I will hang red silk on every tree in Shiqiao Village, and paste characters of Xu Shu and Mu Jinghua's eternal marriage everywhere. I will also set off firecrackers for three days and three nights. Is that okay?"
"If you like, invite a troupe to perform a play, and sing the book "The Scholar and the Vixen" that you secretly read, okay?"
When Mu Jinghua heard the name of the book, he couldn't help but twitch his lips: "How did you know I secretly took it to read?"
"When you were unconscious, I carried you into the house and saw it when I lifted your blanket." Xu Shu couldn't help laughing. Looking at the familiar street corner and gate, he finally had a better idea. "Before I lost it, it was still new. When I found it, it had already been wrinkled by you."
Mu Jinghua struggled to open his eyes, arguing that it was already wrinkled when he got it, but he heard Xu Shu change the subject and said, "Xiao Mujin, we are home, don't sleep, you will be warm soon."
Mu Jinghua snorted, but before he could agree, Qi Huairen's voice came from not far away: "What happened? Did he fall into the water?"
Xu Shu carried him into the inner room and said to Qu Xiu who followed him: "Boil some hot water and ginger soup."
Mu Jinghua frowned and said, "I don't want to drink ginger soup."
Qi Huairen and Qu Xiu were both stunned and said at the same time: "Mu Jinghua? Can you speak now?"
Seeing that they were also making a lot of noise, Xu Shu carried Mu Jinghua to the inner room and said, "Don't come in yet. I'm going to change clothes for little Mu Jin."
Although Qi Huairen was a doctor, he had also witnessed Xu Shu's attitude last time, so he could only wait outside, pacing anxiously.
Seeing Qu Xiu also standing there in a daze, he came back to his senses: "Go and make ginger tea and cold-dispelling soup."
"Oh." Qu Xiu came back to his senses and ran to the pharmacy.
In the inner room, Xu Shu roughly tore off all the wet clothes on Mu Jinghua, took a quick look, and quickly confirmed that there were no other wounds. He wiped his body with a clean towel and wrapped him tightly in the quilt before saying to Qi Huairen outside, "Give me a cup of hot tea."
Qi Huairen was so impatient that he didn't care about Xu Shu's orders. He quickly poured hot tea and handed it to Mu Jinghua: "Mu brother, my good disciple, open your eyes and look at your master."
Mu Jinghua frowned, but still couldn't open his eyes. He only responded drowsily: "Master, I'm cold."
Xu Shu handed the tea to his mouth and whispered, "Be good, drink this and you won't feel cold anymore."
Mu Jinghua then slightly extended his tongue to lick it, tasted a hint of warmth, and then slowly drank it.
After Xu Shu fed him a cup, he wanted a second cup, but Qi Huairen couldn't stand it: "You are cold and hot at the same time, which makes you more likely to get sick. Go drink some hot tea and change your clothes."
Xu Shu said in a muffled voice: "I have to look after little Mu Jin."
After that, he took the second cup of tea and handed it to Mu Jinghua, saying in a gentle voice, "Be good, little hibiscus, drink some more."
Mu Jinghua stopped drinking. This time he finally struggled to open his eyes and turned to look at Xu Shu.
I want to cry and laugh at the same time.
He had never seen Xu Shu like this.
He was soaking wet, like a drowned rat.
But the wet hair was blown up by the passing wind, and the whole thing stood up, like the upright comb of the rooster that used to show off its might at the entrance of the village, which was inexplicably funny.
But sad.
Mu Jinghua reached out and touched Xu Shu's face: "Are you cold?"
Xu Shu was stunned and grabbed his hand and stuffed it into the quilt: "It's not cold, have some tea."
Mu Jinghua dodged the tea that Xu Shu handed over and said stubbornly, "It's cold."
Xu Shu was helpless, sighed, and stood up: "Then I'll go change my clothes and come back soon."
Mu Jinghua nodded obediently and said softly, "I'm fine."
Xu Shu looked at him twice before turning and leaving.
He quickly ran to the next door, changed his clothes in no time, and hurried out, but suddenly bumped into Caidie.
Caidie hurriedly said, "Master Xu, come to Master Lin and say that Du Wanbai is in bad condition."
Xu Shu sighed, and reluctantly glanced at the room where Mu Jinghua was, then said, "You go take care of little Mu Jin, I'll go see Du Wanbai later. Oh, and ask Jiang Da to bring people to fish out Qiao Jianhong, he's in the river."
Caidie nodded in response, turned around and ran out.
Xu Shu watched her walk away before turning and walking towards the cellar.