Chapter 4： The person who wants to protect

Jian Mei was watching grandpa drying herbs in the backyard.

The old man also likes to wear a white Tang suit in the summer. Although the hair corners of the temples have turned white, they are neatly combed and look very energetic. The breeze slowly blows over, and the backyard is filled with the fragrance of herbs.

Jian Mo walked over in small steps: "Grandpa."

"The ambiguity is here." The old man turned away and smiled when he saw him: "Grandpa collects this group of herbs and goes to eat."

Jian Mei walked to Grandpa's side, her voice soft: "I'll help."

It may be that he spent a long time with herbs all year round. The old man also smelled of medicinal herbs. He always has his own persistence. No matter how many temptations from the outside world, he has not wavered, and he still guards this mountain and these herbs for a lifetime.

"Then grandpa is here to take a test of ambiguity." The old man picked up a leaf that was dry and turquoise: "What is this?"

"Mulberry leaves."

"What is the effect of the main treatment?"

"Trachoma, eye discomfort."

The old man nodded and asked him, "What other herbs are good for the eyes?"

Jian Mei was only about the waist of the old man, standing with his hands behind his back, and his voice was crisp: "Prunella vulgaris, cassia, wolfberry, honeysuckle."

The old man laughed cheerfully and applauded: "That's right, I still have such a good memory. I guess you will be a good doctor in the future."

Jian Mei's movements paused. He was so careful and gentle when sorting the herbs, but after a short pause, he gently put it down, raised his face and whispered, "But grandpa, I don't want to be a doctor."

The old man smiled stiffly and asked him: "Why?"

Jian Mei's eyes were moisturized, and her round and soft face was dignified. She seemed to hesitate for a moment, lowered her head, and whispered, "Because I don't want to go to the hospital."

...

The air fell into silence for a moment.

The old man looked at the child who was only around his waist. If other children said that they did not want to go to the hospital, they might generally think that they hate injections and drinking water, but when Jian Mei said that, the old man's mood was very complicated.

Acute leukemia.

Such a terrible and tormenting disease fell on the child who had just turned eight years old. Dialysis, chemotherapy, bedridden all year round, suffered a lot of unimaginable pain and torture. When other children were playing naughty, Jane was ignorant. Spent in the endless potion, no one can bear the pain for him, just like no one can blame his decision.

A long while

"Okay." The old man replied, with a gentle and petting smile on his face. He raised his hand and rubbed Jane's head very lightly: "Then let's not be a doctor."

Jian Mei hesitated and asked, "Will grandpa be angry if I don't become a doctor?"

The old man replied: "Why are you angry?"

"Because..." Jian Mei said softly, "Dad and brother both studied medicine. Grandma said before that we can't throw away the things handed down from our ancestors."

The willow trees on the poolside in the back shook gently with the afternoon breeze, and the wind gently blew the corners of people's clothes. The cicadas in midsummer cried loudly, and the young and old stood in front of the medicine shelf and looked at each other quietly.

The old man paused after listening, thought for a moment, and laughed softly: "Ambiguous, grandma may not have told you everything. There can be many reasons for studying medicine. Inheriting the mantle can be one, but there are also two."

Jian Mei: "What is it?"

"Guardian." The old man said softly: "For example, your grandfather studies medicine for the livelihood of the family and protects the family. Your father inherits the mantle because he likes medicine and protects his ideals. They all have something they want to protect. Just embarked on this road."

Jane seemed to understand or not, and looked at the old man: "Does that grandpa study medicine to protect the village?"

After all, in recent years, it’s no secret that the old man has free consultations for the elderly and children left behind in the village.

The old man paused, and smiled and scolded him without much blame: "Ghost and clever."

But on the one hand, the old man was also very pleased. He collected the medicinal materials. It was rare to say to the child seriously: "So even if you don't become a doctor, grandpa won't be angry with you. Everyone will have what they want. There will be things to fight and protect in the future."

"Guardian..." Jian Mei lowered his head: "But am I capable of protecting others?"

"Of course." The old man took his hand to the front hall, and slowly replied as he walked: "Once you have a determination, you will naturally have strength. There is still a long road to life. You will know when that time comes."

"How long will it take?"

"uncertain."

"Will it be long?"

"It may also be close."

...

Next day

The summer vacation has come to an end, and the quiet small village has not been affected much. The old tabby cat in the yard is lying lazily on the stone to bask in the sun, and a child doing a problem is lying on a small table under the willow tree next to it.

Jane bit her pen cap and stared at the subject for five minutes.

"Why is my calculation wrong with the result given in the answer?" Jian Mei picked up the test paper: "What is wrong?"

After pondering for a long time without understanding, everyone in the family went out again.

From the corner of Jane's eyes, she saw the mobile phone not far away, and blinked her eyes. After hesitating for a second, she took the mobile phone and proficiently sent a message: "Are you there?"

There was no response after waiting for a while.

But this is also normal, after all, Lu Xing arbitrarily treats him very rarely.

Since an inexplicable pop-up window popped up that day, he found that if he wanted to download the software, he had to do the daily tasks published by the pop-up window, and these tasks seemed to be all related to this blank account.

Later, he tried to find Lu Xingwang several times, but except for the first few times, Lu Xingwang basically ignored him. Not a qualified chat friend, but an excellent listener, most of the time Jian Mei amuse herself by herself, and slowly became accustomed to this way of getting along.

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the other side

Stan Star-Royal Palace

The crystal lamp is translucent, beside the desk, countless materials and books are piled on the ground. The young man sitting at the desk has a straight back, his hands holding the case file are long and white, the light is falling down, and his handsome profile is half picturesque. , And the other side is as terrible as a ghost, and it looks shocking.

The maid came in from outside with the medicine in her hand: "Your Highness, the priest has sent a new medicine."

Lu Xing didn't raise his head in vain, "Yeah."

"His Royal Highness, take a rest." The maid put aside the tray of medicines and looked at the teenager with some concern: "Even if you want to read the information, you can't be so disregarded of your body, and your physical condition can't allow it..."

Half of her words stopped abruptly. The young man sitting in front of the bookcase raised his eyelids and looked over. His eyes were as deep as the sea and there was not much speech, but the mountain-like aura was not angry and pretentious, and made people shut unconsciously. Upper mouth.

Lu Xing cast his eyes down and stopped looking at her, his voice low, "Is all the information about Star Thief only like this?"

When talking about these, the boy's face was cold: "Find the file of the planetary team that has fought with them."

The maid replied in a low voice, but still said with concern: "You have been watching for two days, and you have some rest. The priest said that you can't work all the time, even if you go out to relax, or do some other entertainment to relax your mind and body. all good."

"Go on." Lu Xingzuo looked cold, still looking down at the file: "I have a sense of measure."

The maid looked at the person at the desk, feeling helpless and worried from the bottom of her heart. From that day on, His Royal Highness began to sort out and look up these materials and files. The Star Thief took the life of Concubine Lan Gui and also planted something in Lu Xingwang’s heart. Root thorn.

These days and nights, hatred seemed to have become the pillar of Lu Xingwang. The maid didn’t know whether it was good or bad. Perhaps only in this way could her Highness have the desire to live, but she was not sure, who can live by hatred, Will it be more painful?

After the salute and retired, the room was quiet again.

Suddenly-a special message of "ding" sounded, and the teenager who was turning over the case had a pause and clicked on the message:

"Are you there?"

"Good morning!"

After watching Lu Xingwang, he turned off his actions skillfully. Since knowing that he couldn't stop it, he has learned how to ignore these words. If he doesn't reply on weekdays, the other party will not send them again. But today, only after another After a while, another message came:

"Can I ask you something?"

Lu Xing glanced at him unexpectedly, he didn't want to pay any attention. After turning a few pages, he still raised his head and replied: [What]

Is it finally that you can't help but expose the fox's tail?

It was rare for Lu Xingzuo to put down the book, his deep eyes fell on the information panel, waiting for the other party's reply.

After a while, a weak question finally appeared on the panel: "Do you have a good academic performance?"

...

Lu Xing frowned slightly: [asking what to do with this]

"No, I'll just ask."

The golden information panel floated in front of him, and the people who had been burying their heads in the case file were finally willing to put it down for a moment because of such a small episode. Lu Xingzuo didn't understand what his purpose was, and chose a compromise answer: [General]

For the strong, this kind of vocabulary is their modest word, and for the stubborn and straightforward ignorance, it is generally equal to one's own level.

It seems that you can’t ask Lu Xingwang questions. When he asked Lu Xingwang what he was doing not long ago, the other party only answered that he was reading a book, and he also answered this one every time. He thinks that it must be either a learning tyrant or a learning tyrant. He didn't expect to be similar to himself, but if he worked so hard, he was still average, and he must feel uncomfortable, right?

Jian Mei lowered her head and typed earnestly: "Oh, I'm sorry to disturb you."

?

Did he know he was interrupting?

Lu Xingwang tapped his fingertips on the desktop, and asked more than anything else: [ask what is this]

Just ask anyone who knows that it's like turning on the microphone. Jian Mei seems to have not spoken for 800 years. She seized the opportunity and started to talk about how difficult the question is, how many papers there are at home, and I read the online class several times. Just don’t understand, the result is different from the answer.

finally

As if still sighing: "I'm so difficult!"

Across the screen, Lu Xingwang seemed to be able to see a grieving little idiot buried at the table, scratching his ears and cheeks.

It's a pity that he doesn't have the habit of being helpful, and there is no time and no need to teach others to learn. He retrieved the information about Star Thieves from his desk. Lu Xingwang replied to a long list of news: [You Do you have no friends? You should discuss these matters with the students in your school]

Surprisingly, the person who had always responded quickly became silent after he said this sentence. After a long time, a circle of fine lines grew on the leaves of the leaf elves that had been timed by the table for a long time.

A long while

The golden information frame finally floated slightly.

Lu Xing looked up, and a new sentence appeared on the page. It was short, as if it were a little easy, but with a bit of awkward seriousness. He saw the simple reply:

"I do not have."