Бездомная собака в моих мыслях

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He looked at everyone and said, "Although the successors of the four great families are injured or ill, their fundamental strength has not been shaken. Next, it is time to dig up their roots!"

"Yes!" the men below answered in unison.

The man slightly bent his index finger, gently tapping it on the dragon-patterned armrest of the rosewood armchair. His allies were growing impatient; once these obstacles were cleared away, his long-planned operation could be launched.

This vast land is so beautiful and alluring that he would give anything to have it!

When Zhu Huihui regained her senses, her first feeling was that the rosy light in front of her was dazzling.

Even through her eyelids, the orange-red light still made her somewhat uncomfortable. She subconsciously tilted her head slightly to avoid the direct sunlight. Her nose itched, and she sneezed twice. She rubbed the tip of her nose and reluctantly opened her eyes.

The sun shines brightly, the morning glow is like fire, and the sky is a golden, iridescent blue.

Judging from the sun's altitude, it should be close to 9 AM now. I didn't realize I had slept for so long!

Zhu Huihui was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized that the ground beneath her was slightly undulating. Looking around, she found herself lying on a boat. She was startled and tried to jump up, but her limbs were weak and sore, and she felt nauseous and irritable. She could hardly move, let alone jump up.

She lay on the deck, groaning in pain. What happened now?

Last night, I was listening to someone play the piano and flute, and although I eventually fell asleep, there was no way I could have woken up on the ship like that...

In her life experience, whenever something strange happened, it usually meant bad luck! Worried, she gritted her teeth, held her breath, and struggled for a long time before finally managing to flip herself over, changing from lying down to being on her stomach.

Looking up and around, the first thing that catches the eye is a slender figure from behind.

The man was tall and thin, dressed in a light blue robe, the color of which was as faint as the distant mountain peaks. He held a fishing rod and leisurely cast the line into the water, giving him an air of otherworldly elegance.

Who is this person?

I don't know him!

How did I end up on the ship?

I don't know!

Where did Hua Hua go?

have no idea!

Zhu Huihui asked herself a few questions, but became even more confused.

She rubbed her eyes and touched her head: "Hey, um, excuse me...where is this?"

The man remained facing the calm water. Without turning around, he slowly said, "You've suffered severe internal injuries. You'd better lie there quietly and not move around!"

His voice was deep and resonant, suggesting he was not young, yet it was full of energy. His words were filled with gentle comfort, and this unintentional warmth, like the color of maple leaves in snow, inexplicably warmed Zhu Huihui's heart. After leaving "Shuixing," the grievances that had been festering inside her suddenly surged forth, becoming impossible to suppress. Her eyes involuntarily reddened, her nose tingled, and she pouted. After holding back for a long time, she finally leaned on the boat and let the tears fall in a torrent.

The man didn't hear a reply, turned around, and saw her sobbing. He paused slightly, then gently comforted her, "Little girl, don't cry! Your injury will heal quickly with proper care. Don't worry!"

This man was about forty years old, with a slight mustache and a handsome, refined appearance. He was like a rich Persian wine in a luminous cup, having traveled thousands of miles and through centuries, accumulating the patina of time and the hardships of the Silk Road, yet increasingly exuding a composed and mellow fragrance...

His smile, as delicate as a mountain peak bathed in the glow of the sunset, made Zhu Huihui pause for a moment, but those kind eyes made her shed even more tears.

"Does the injury hurt a lot?" The man's voice became even gentler.

Zhu Huihui shook her head, then nodded. The injury didn't hurt too much, but not knowing what had happened made her feel very uncomfortable, depressed, and irritable, and she couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

The man looked at her helplessly, and after a long while, shook his head: "Ningmei, come and take a look at this child!"

Zhu Huihui felt a gentle breeze and tilted her head to look; there was now another person beside her.

She lay prone on the ground, laboriously raising her neck to look upwards, bit by bit. Slender, delicate feet, snow-white stockings, moon-white shoes, and above that, a moon-white ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), like pale blue-and-white flowers on snow-white porcelain…

The moment Zhu Huihui saw the lady's face clearly, she felt her eyes were blurry.

She wasn't actually a particularly dazzling woman, but she was as pure and beautiful as the clear, shallow spring water of the Jade Pool, as radiant as the falling blossoms during the Buddha's sermon, as serene as a Bodhisattva standing amidst dappled lamplight and swirling incense smoke, and as tranquil as the deep, serene melody of a pipa played at the head of the Xunyang River...

This lady looks so familiar; I feel like I've seen her somewhere before...

She looks like the Guanyin Bodhisattva in the temple! Not in appearance, but in the compassionate love in her eyes, the kind of heart that is vast, far-reaching, and boundless, capable of encompassing everyone in the world...

Zhu Huihui lay there on the deck, somewhat frightened, staring blankly up at her. Tears streamed down her face as she secretly reached out her small hand and timidly touched the lady's hem. For some reason, she felt an inexplicable closeness to this kind lady.

The lady bent down slightly, touched her hair, and said in a sweet and gentle voice, "Child, is your chest uncomfortable?"

"It's alright, it's alright!"

She braced herself against the deck, trying to sit up, but suddenly felt a tightness in her chest, unable to breathe, her face turning bright red, and then she coughed violently.

The lady gently stroked her back, her brows furrowing slightly. "Your entire body's meridians are damaged, especially the Lung Meridian, Heart Meridian, and Pericardium Meridian. The Lung Meridian's Zhongfu, Yunmen, Tianfu, Xiabai, Chize, Kongzui, Lieque, Jingqu, Taiyuan, Yuji, and Shaoshang acupoints, the Heart Meridian's Quan, Qingyun, Shaohai, Lingdao, Jinli, Yinsha, Shenmen, Shaofu, and Shaowei acupoints, and the Pericardium Meridian's Tianchi, Tianquan, Quze, Ximen, Jianshi, Neiguan, Daling, Laogong, and Zhongwei acupoints have all been injured. You need to recuperate properly; any reckless movement will be detrimental to your health!"

Zhu Huihui's eyes widened at the string of acupoint names. Good heavens! Really? With such severe injuries, is there any uninjured part of his body? How can he still be alive? It's truly a strange thing…

The lady asked gently, "Child, who hurt you?"

Zhu Huihui frowned: "I don't know either! Last night, I heard two people playing the piano and flute, and then I fell asleep. When I woke up this morning, I was here."

Although she didn't study martial arts, she could vaguely understand that she had probably encountered Brother Liu Yue and the black-robed hero fighting with the legendary internal force—but she just couldn't understand how she could be so tattered when she opened her eyes after being so far away, listening to the music and falling asleep. In the past, when she went to watch plays on the street, she would often fall asleep and nothing would happen to her!

"Yesterday?" The lady gently shook her head. "No, not yesterday! You've been unconscious for seven days!"

Zhu Huihui was shocked: "What? Seven days! How... how could this be!"

The lady nodded, and Zhu Huihui panicked: "Um, where...where did my Huahua go?"