Hidden Wounds

  After a moment of silence, Xiao Qingzhu's mouth twitched slightly as he smiled and shook his head, closing the document folder. Looking up at Peng Luofei's eyes, those eyes held a glimmer of hope, but upon seeing Xiao Qingzhu shake his head, although there was a hint of disappointment, it only lasted for an instant before returning to their usual expression of being nonchalant about everything.

  "I know what you want to say, but it doesn't matter. I just want to try my best this time." Peng Luofei said with a very serious tone after taking a deep breath.

  "Alright, Deputy General Manager Peng, then please work hard on official business first. I wish you can be as excellent in the business world as you are in the literary world." Xiao Qingzhu handed over the file folder to Peng Luofei opposite her, smiled slightly, and added at the end, "Also, next time, please sit up straighter, this time I won't pursue it."

  "Alright, I know." Peng Luo Fei withdrew his long legs, shrugged, took the file folder with one hand and propped himself up with the other, gave Xiao Qing Zhu a casual smile before sauntering away.

  Looking at Peng Luo Fei's departing back, Xiao Qing Zhu shook his head again.

  Peng Luo Fei said he would try his best once more.

  Unfortunately, when it comes to feelings, there is no room for forcing, especially when it comes to Xiao Qingzhu's feelings.

  Xiao Qingzhu thought for a few minutes, and then her slender fingers began tapping on the keyboard again.

  As for Du Sulin, she only felt that her five internal organs were as hot as if they had been roasted by fire, as if she was in the heart of a volcanic rock, and even her eyes seemed to have flames burning within them.

  Du Qinglian held her hand tightly on one side, not daring to speak. She only felt that the slender fingers in her hand were unusually hot.

  "I'm fine, don't worry about me." Du Sulin forced out a hint of spirit and gave the little guy a smile. But immediately afterwards, fresh blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

  "Hmm." The little guy couldn't possibly put his mind at ease, a pair of eyes filled with worry.

  "Master!" Chu Feng transformed into a virtual shadow and appeared, also helpless in dealing with Du Shilin's situation.

  He and Du Sulin are mutually restrictive, no, it should be that Du Sulin is restrictive to him, so his strength cannot bring any help to Du Sulin.

  "Chu Feng, you guard the outside, don't let anyone disturb me for the next few days. Qing Luan entrusted you to take care of me." Du Si Lin propped himself up with one hand and said to Chu Feng, "Your body is still illusory. I'll make a simple puppet for you."

  He took out a few yellow papers from his backpack, cut out a human shape with scissors, and used cinnabar as ink to draw a simple talisman that looked like an axe and a sword. Du Slin's hand formed a lotus flower seal, and a faint golden spiritual energy almost invisible to the naked eye entered the paper figure. The little yellow man stood up the next moment.

  " Possess!" Du Sulin grasped his middle finger with one hand and manipulated the human-shaped paper strip to say to Chu Feng.

  Chu Feng didn't hesitate either, his body transformed into a wisp of green smoke and drilled into the human-shaped paper strip.

  "Cough..." Du Sulin let out a light cough, and the blood that flowed from the corner of his mouth had started to take on a faintly purple hue, which was quite eerie.

  "Master!" In a matter of seconds, Chu Feng was able to control his new puppet body. He saw Du Shilin on the verge of collapse, about to fall into unconsciousness, and hurriedly went to support her.

  "Not dead yet." Du Sulin waved his hand, with a nonchalant expression.

  "Qing Luan, stay with Uncle Chu Feng for a few days, okay?" Du Si Lin asked, stroking the little guy's head.

  "Hmm." The little guy first shook his head, but eventually nodded in agreement. She knew that Du Si Lin needed to go into seclusion.

  "Go." Duslin picked up the little guy and gently kissed her forehead, handing her over to Chufeng. "Your qi and blood have not stabilized yet, steady yourself first."

  The little guy blocked the attack of the purple zombie for her. Although she had a strong defense, it was probably not intact.

  "Don't worry, take care of your injury." Chu Feng looked at the little guy who was snuggled in his arms and then raised his head to face Du Si Lin.

  "Right, don't tell anyone, especially her." Du Sulin thought.

  "Hmm." Chu Feng nodded. He naturally knew that Du Shilin's "her" referred to who, besides Xiao Qingzhu, who else could it be?

  Soon, Chu Feng took the little guy out, leaving only Du Si Lin alone in the room. Du Si Lin sat cross-legged, his eyes tightly closed, carefully sensing the turbulent Qi and blood within his body.

  These injuries were left when I was fighting with Zi Jiang.

  In physics, forces act mutually.

  Du Shilin was so badly injured, and Zi Jing probably wasn't much better off either.

  Du Sulin felt his own inadequacy, and above the purple zombie were even more powerful zombies. She had no confidence in being able to subdue those zombies.

  And this wound, I'm afraid it won't heal in a short time either.

  After closing the door for three days, Du Sulin pushed open the door to see Chu Feng's concerned eyes and the little guy in his arms. Chu Feng and the little guy had been guarding outside for three days and three nights without leaving half a step.

  "Don't worry, it's time to check out. We should get going." Du Sulin gave Chu Feng a reassuring smile, took the little one from him and patted her head.

  "Uh-huh." Chu Feng nodded. "Miss Qingzhu said to give her a call after you get out of here." He then handed the phone over to Du Shilin.

  Du Sulin skillfully dialed the number, but what came through was Xiao Qingzhu's busy tone.

  "She took a deep breath, put away her phone, 'Let's go back first,' she said to Chu Feng."

  In terms of emotions, Du Sulin didn't believe that distance and time could create any estrangement. After all, the fragrance of Osmanthus and Chrysanthemum had not faded after more than 300 years, let alone these few days. But at this moment, Du Sulin's mood suddenly sank. She thought of Peng Luofei's voice on the other end of Xiao Qingzhu's phone a few days ago.

  My heart feels suffocated. It's as heavy as a massive boulder weighing dozens of kilograms.

  Chu Feng's speed was very fast, and the phone directly booked the earliest ticket. Two tickets, he didn't need a ticket. For Chu Feng, abandoning this body, how it came could go back in the same way.

  Before boarding the plane, Xiao Qingzhu sent a text message and turned off her phone. Du Siling held the little guy, her eyes swept across the plane, and suddenly a hallucination arose.

  She frowned, closed her eyes and looked again carefully, but didn't find anything unusual anymore.

  Two hours passed in the blink of an eye, at the airport, Du Sulin carried a bag on her back, with the little guy sleeping sweetly in her arms, scanning around, she revealed a slightly bitter smile. Then without any delay, she took a taxi home.

  Facing Fengfeng's stunned face, Dusilin smiled somewhat strangely. The news of her return, except for Chufeng and Xiaqingzhu, was probably unknown to anyone else. Fengfeng was staring at a pile of papers with a worried expression, but as soon as he saw Dusilin, his face lit up with joy.

  Those papers were all arranged by Du Sirin's supervisor.

  Du Sulin could only sigh that he had returned at the wrong time. If he had come back a day later, perhaps those papers would not have fallen to him to write.

  "You..." At this time, Fang Feng was carefully sizing up Du Si Lin from head to toe, his expression somewhat astonished.

  "What's wrong?" Du Sulin looked at Fengfeng's astonished expression and also looked himself up and down.

  "Not really, not really." Fang Feng shook his head and muttered under his breath.

  "What about these papers..." Du Sulin stared at the computer screen with a helpless expression. What kind of topics are these?

  "Write it yourself." Fang Feng gave a "none of my business" expression, with his hands clasped together in front of his chest, and was very satisfied with Du Si Lin's zombie-like expression.

  "Okay." But instead, Du Si Lin nodded absent-mindedly, her slender fingers resting on the keyboard as if she was really about to start writing her thesis.

  The next second, she moved her right hand to the mouse and skillfully opened the interface of a small game. Then, the sound of Plants vs Zombies, which Feng had not heard for a long time, rang out.

  "Windproof, windproof!" At this time, the thistle rushed in as if it had discovered a new continent, and the little guy in its arms was staring at the people in the room with a pair of clear black and white eyes.

  "What's wrong?" Fang Feng seemed very calm.

  "Look, DanDan is awake." JingJie lifted the little guy in front of FangFeng and said happily.

  Who would have thought that the little guy stretched out his tender small hand and grabbed Fengfeng's ear, laughing "heh heh" wildly.

  Feng was taken aback for a moment, turned his head and saw that Du Si Lin seemed even more calm while playing the game.

  "Take care of your baby." Feng Wind stuffed the little guy into Du Si Lin's legs. Who knew that as soon as she let go, the little guy started wailing loudly.

  "Oh dear, Eggie good boy, don't cry. Fangfeng's aunt is a bad person, sister will hug you." Jingji hurriedly picked up the little guy and cooed softly.

  "Little aunt Fang Feng? Sister?" Fang Feng looked at Jing Jie, how could she be the little aunt, and Jing Jie had become the sister? "Yes, I'm so young, of course I'm the sister." Jing Jie stuck out her tongue at Fang Feng and said with a mischievous tone.

  Du Sulin put on her headphones and suddenly became the most relaxed person at home. She didn't have to worry about her thesis, and even taking care of the little one was a breeze. Before long, Jing Jie and the little one were dragged out by Fengfeng. Because she was the younger aunt, Jing Jie couldn't be the older sister. Otherwise, wouldn't that make her an old cow eating tender grass? Or what?

  No, no, this kind of thing can never happen.

  "Cough." Just as the door had just been closed, with Du Sulin's light cough, a strand of slightly purplish blood fell onto his palm.

  She stared at this strand of blood, furrowing her brow. Yes, her wound had not healed.

  And, unknowingly, Zi Bing had used some sort of trick on himself. Occasionally, when Du Si Lin looked at things, a purple halo would appear in his line of sight.

  Just this, Du Sulin couldn't tell anyone.

  The phone rang, and the incoming call was Xiao Qingzhu. She wiped away the bloodstains and answered the phone.

  "Are you back?" Xiao Qingzhu seemed to be in a very noisy place, with the music on the other end of the phone crisscrossing.

  "Hmm." Duslin responded with a murmur.

  "Qing Zhu..." Then in Du Si Lin's ear, Peng Luo Fei's voice echoed, a little murmuring and a little coquettish cry.

  Seeing everyone's flowers bloom makes me really happy.

  It's already November, and it's been almost two weeks since I last updated. I'm really sorry about that. I spent the past two weeks calming myself down and cutting off all contact with the outside world. Looking back now, it wasn't a big deal after all. It was just breaking up with my girlfriend of almost four years. And following that were many small and big things, none of which were worth being happy about.

  It's November now, a brand new month! I think everything will get better from now on! What do you guys think?