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The window is slanted, and the shadows of flowers are shifting. The birds returning to the nest are occasionally passing through the courtyard, leaving behind a cry or two.

Su Haoyi sat cross-legged in front of the desk, looking at the words that were getting worse and worse on half of the rice paper, and sighed and put down his pen.

My heart is like grass growing, and the wasteland is connected together, and I can’t see it. I want to set a fire, but I’m afraid that the spring breeze will blew again after the burning.

Sima Lantai has been away from Xianyuan Mountain for half a month and has not come back yet.

The guqin was covered with thin ashes. I reached out to fiddle with it, but I was choked and coughed.

Qingwu Courtyard is empty, and Su Haoyi's heart is the same.

"Young Master is not here, this place is more like a monk temple," Su looked at Yun Luoteng outside the window and said to himself: "The Masters don't bring their families, and the disciples don't marry. They eat vegetarian food every day. They recite the medical scriptures early and late, and they will almost shaved their heads."

After a while in Xianyuan Mountain, Su Haoyi recovered from the initial surprise and intoxication and slowly realized the shortcomings.

The scenery here is indeed quite good and the climate is very suitable.

But the people here are too boring. They are not only learning, but also eating, drinking, having fun. They are so boring that they can't breathe.

I am just fine in school, but even for a few days of rest every month, almost everyone holds books.

It seems that what they most wish to do is to study and study, and there is nothing else.

No wonder Sima Lantai is so deserted. He has been here since childhood and has lived there for ten years, which is no different from practicing with his hair.

However, Su Haoyi did not think Sima Lantai was bored. On the contrary, he would feel at ease when he was with him.

Even if he doesn't say a word to himself, just playing the piano there, or reading and writing medical cases quietly, it's enough.

If he is not here for a long time, he will feel helpless, like an orphan who has been expelled from the house.

It was already evening, and Su Haoyi should go to have a meal, but she just was too lazy to move.

She has eaten all the meals from Siyuantang. Now if she wants, she can eat braised tofu meatballs every meal.

But after all, it’s not real meat. Besides, eating too much will always make you bored.

In the past, I ate vegetarian food every now and then. To be fair, I was not as good as Xianyuan Mountain, but so what? She wants to eat meat!

Su Haoyi gently tapped the Qingyu pen holder with the pen holder. Hearing the subtle and crisp sound, he remembered the pipa played by Aunt Cai'er.

He hummed as he slapped: "Large mutton soup, small buns, wonton sauce, fried cakes, sweet tea, tofu brain, snail crispy cheese, hot roast..."

Just as he was about to sing all the delicacies he often ate in the sky, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside, and Su Haoyi hurriedly threw away his pen and ran out.

I was so excited that I pretended to be a little rabbit, jumping around and inexplicably happy.

Originally, he was excited, but when he saw that Mo Tong was the only one coming back, the smile on Su Haoyi's face was unconsciously reduced by half.

"Young Master Su," Mo Tong smiled and greeted him. He was covered in dust and obviously had a long journey: "Is Cheng Zi still used to it?"

"Where is the young master?" Su asked him kindly: "Why have you been there for so long this time? Didn't you say you'll be back in three to five days?"

In fact, Sima Lantai kept asking her to change her words to call her senior brother, but Su Haoyi was not used to it.

"This time only the young man came back," Mo Tong said: "Young master and Master Qingluan went to a village where there was a plague and they couldn't get rid of it for a while."

"Plague?!" Su Haoyi Dexin suddenly raised: "Is it serious? Young Master..."

"Don't worry, Mr. Su, Master Su, the Master and the Master are there to treat people!" Mo Tong smiled and comforted Su's kindness: "When encountering such a thing, of course you can't leave. This time I sent me back because our master couldn't worry about you and asked me to come back to serve."

"What do I have to serve?" Su Haoyi said anxiously: "Young master and the others really need people there. You can rest for a night, so go back tomorrow morning!"

"The young master asked me to hand this letter to you," Mo Tong said, taking out a letter from his bag and handed it to Su Haoyi: "Look first, I'll reply to other masters, so as not to worry about it."

Su Haoyi entered the house and lit the lamp, and read Sima Lantai's letters under the lamp.

When I saw that the handsome handwriting was written by Sima Lantai, the letter first mentioned the plague they encountered, and then asked Su Haoyi not to worry.

They said that this plague is not very serious, and they knew the cure. They also said that when the plague is cleared, they will return to Xianyuan Mountain.

Finally, Su must not slack off his good intentions, but should not be too tired. You must be relaxed and relaxed in order to have a long-term future.

"It's time, and I'm still worried about my study," Su muttered kindly: "I'm going to tell the truth that I can't hold on anymore. Will you come back soon?"

Su Haoyi struggled for more than a month and was indeed exhausted physically and mentally. Without Sima Lantai’s encouragement and guidance, he could not help but feel confused about the future.

"Don't think about these useless things. Hurry up and prepare something useful for the young master, so that Mo Tong can take it down the mountain tomorrow." Su Haoyi folded Sima Lantai's letter and got up to pack up.

After only half of it was packed up, Mo Tong came back.

"You haven't eaten yet, are you?" Su asked him kindly: "Go and have a bite, I'll pack up the things for the young master."

"The little one just ate there," Mo Tong said: "I have reported to Master Danfeng. Master wants to send some more people to the village to help the young master and others stop the plague soon."

When Su Haoyi heard this, his eyes lit up and he hurriedly said, "I want to go too!"

"This is not allowed," Mo Tong hurriedly stopped: "When the young man came back, the young master repeatedly told him not to let Mr. Su go. Don't make things difficult for the young man, will he succeed?"

Seeing that Su was kind to not speak, Mo Tong said again: "You might as well write a reply letter to the young master. I will take it here. There are additional staff here and I will come back soon. Your studies are so tight now, but you can't delay it."

Su Haoyi thought about it and could only do this. So he sat down and wrote a reply to Sima Lantai, urging him to be careful not to get infected by the patient, pay attention to rest, and not be too tired. He also said that he was working hard and was only fined seven times by his master recently.

There are also a few good friends in the school, and they often discuss their studies together.

Finally, I thought about it and then added a sentence at the end of the letter: The fragrant mushroom roast chicken in the hotel at the foot of Xianyuan Mountain is really good. If the young master goes along, he can take a few to the mountain.

After Su Haoyi's letter was finished, Mo Tong had already packed the things. He did not stay in Xianyuan Mountain for the night, but went down the mountain overnight.

After Mo Tong left, Su Haoyi felt that the house was deserted.

I took the cages back bored, and saw that it was too late and I stopped eating dinner. I closed the doors and windows, blew out the lights, and slept randomly in my arms with the quilt.
Chapter completed!