Reborn Genius Doctor Yin

Chapter 208 Suffering, too bitter

Messy, looking at the leaving back, the students and academicians were in a mess.

When the figure of one person and one horse could no longer be seen, a group of academicians put on a fierce face, severely taught a group of people a lesson, and without any sympathy sent Lin to send Lin Mao, whose dantian was deposed, back to his residence to rest.

The students who were yelled at bowed their heads to receive the training, obediently smoothed the donkey's fur, and dispersed as soon as they were granted an amnesty.

After going through the courtyard gate, Shui Xiao was in a bad mood, and he didn't go down to the secret study room to find out the origin of his surname in the Tianzi Building. He closed the door and left after staying there for about half an hour.

Books in the library are not allowed to be taken out of the library gate privately, but students are allowed to leave the library after registering and recording, and find their favorite place to study. Therefore, there are faintly visible trees and gardens in the courtyard. student.

It was almost noon, and the sun was also warm.

The season of radiant spring is a lively season, but the courtyard of the library is too quiet, making it a bit dull.

The people who read the book were originally aiming at the Tianzi Tower intentionally or unintentionally, and when they saw the person walking out of it, they quickly looked away.

Walking out of Tianzilou, Shui Xiao casually glanced at the old man in the pavilion, she felt that the old man in the pavilion was a little different than before.

When he met him for the first time, his eyes were as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, without any vitality, revealing a sense of desolation that sees through all things destroyed; since that day, when she saw him again, she vaguely felt that there was something in his eyes. He gained a little more popularity, and every time we see each other later, I feel that the popularity in his eyes is stronger than before.

I haven't seen him for more than two months, and now his whole body is still calm, and the feeling of desolation is much lighter, but there is a little more of a different breath, some seem to be melancholy, and some seem to be confused.

melancholy.

Shui Xiao sighed slightly, and didn't care about other people's surveillance. He put one hand on the little green horse's neck and walked slowly, with a dark expression on his face.

"Naiba, come and have a drink with Ben." A soft sentence floated into the air from the waterside pavilion.

The students who were reading were taken aback for a moment, and their eyes suddenly turned.

Looking up, Shui Xiao met the eyes of the old man in the pavilion, nodded silently, and walked towards the corridor.

Bestowed by the elders, she dare not say goodbye. The important thing is that she is not in a good mood. Drinking is undoubtedly the best way to relieve her sorrow.

Walking into the waterside pavilion, nodding silently, without taking a seat, he calmly picked up the wine jar in front of the old man, walked to the railing of the corridor, poured the whole jar of wine into the lake with a bang, and fed the fish.

The line of sight that he was paying attention to in the open and in the dark suddenly became unpredictable, and even the old man raised his eyebrows slightly.

Without looking at other people, or ignoring them at all, Shui Xiao put the jar back into the interspatial ring, took it out after a while, knelt down in front of the tea table, and poured wine into the cup.

The intoxicating strong fragrance seeps into the air, filling the air with fragrance.

Shui Xiao raised his glass silently, the old man didn't ask what was on his mind, and he didn't ask if he had figured it out, he just drank, the two of them were silent, drank very slowly, sip after sip, as if they had infinite thoughts, One glass after another, just like drinking water instead of wine.

The students who watched under the pretext of reading books were full of puzzlement.

It's even more worrying to drink away your sorrows.

After drinking a few cups, Shui Xiao felt more and more depressed, her eyes kept flashing over and over again the things Ya Lou showed her, then Shui Tao, and the faces of the descendants of the Lin family.

The enemy is right in front of him, but he can't kill him, it's too painful to hold back.

When she was drunk and her eyes were hazy, under the gaze of everyone, Shui Xiao helped Fei Fei to leave. She walked with her eyes closed and was guided by Fei Fei, and she didn't even open her eyes when she returned to San Jue Yuan.

Long Jingyun, He Kepan, and Xue Lan who had returned from casual training early heard the slight sound of footsteps, and ran out quickly, seeing the person leaning on the neck of the little green horse, they were stunned in unison.

There was a faint smell of alcohol in the air, and the man's brows were furrowed tightly, gathering an indelible sorrow.

Seeing a situation that they had never seen before, the three of them stared straight at it, and did not react for a while.

For a moment, He Kepan seemed to wake up from a dream, his body trembled, two lines of hot tears rolled down, and he stared at a face half hidden in the green horse's mane, moving forward as if possessed.

"Xiao'er, Xiao'er..." The low and soft sound was like a dream.

As if struck by lightning, Long Jingyun shivered in fright, stretched out his hand fiercely, and pulled the sleepwalking person back, holding him tightly, not letting He Kepan move again.

Being restrained, He Kepan swayed, and after his eyes were in a daze, he stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, trying to silence the sobs he was about to let out.

When she heard that soft call, Shui Xiao, who had her eyes closed, trembled slightly like an electric shock, and almost fell down. Fortunately, when she walked back, her footsteps were a little flimsy, and Long Jingyun seemed to have just slapped her. He just staggered, and didn't care about the abnormality.

Sighing secretly, Shui Xiao trembled her eyes, but after all, she didn't look at anyone, leaned on Feifei and walked through the yard, and went in. However, she just turned around the screen of the hanging flower door, and she, who was staring in peace, opened the door with a "huh" Eye.

someone!

She sensed it, and was still paying attention to her.

When he opened his eyes, he found the source of his sight in an instant. It was actually another master living in the San Jue Yuan, that slovenly old man.

She is also the owner of the Sanjueyuan, but she rarely sees the old man. Except for the first meeting on the first day, she only saw him twice in the next few months. The door of the wing room in the North District is always closed the rest of the time. of.

Today, he tidied up very cleanly, his black clothes seemed to have just been put on recently, his white hair was combed neatly, and was even tied up in a bun rarely. Crushed grass clippings.

His true face was finally exposed. His face was very well-shaped, and the outline was as sharp as a knife, but it left traces of years of erosion, and the entire face was covered with deep wrinkles. His eyes were less cloudy, showing Somewhat clear color.

It was definitely the first time she had seen this image. The old man was sitting on the grass in the courtyard not far from the Chuihua Gate. There was a small table in front of him with a wine jar on it. He seemed to be waiting for someone.

Shui Xiao's pupils shrank, and a faint smile burst out.

She seemed to be drunk, but in fact she was only seven percent drunk, her mind was extremely sober, just like now, she was more sober than before when she was not drunk.

Just as she was smiling softly, the old man moved his eyes at her, and then looked at the coffee table.

With a smile, Shui Xiao's original light smile bloomed into a blooming peony flower. The smile extended to the whole face. If anyone saw it, they would definitely take a breath. That smile is truly as radiant as spring, as beautiful as Zhuhua.

The old man was indifferent.

With a smile on his face, Shui Xiao stood up straight, moved his feet, swayed a few steps to the coffee table, sat down cross-legged, silently patted the mud seal off the wine jar, and poured the wine himself.

(End of this chapter)