Dong Huiying suddenly remembered that when she had returned to the village before, it seemed as though she had heard the sound of a zither?
The music was faint yet profoundly moving, as if it could stir the most poignant feelings from the depths of one’s heart.
She held a coarse pottery cup and suddenly asked, "Where’s Shu Yu?"
Yixuan paused for a moment, "Big Brother is by the river. The weather has been getting warmer these days, and since Big Brother is usually cooped up at home, it might be stuffy, so he went out to clear his mind."
Before Dong Huiying could say anything, Shujun’s face had already darkened.
"The riverside is damp, and I see the village soil is also somewhat moist. It must have rained a few days ago. With his frail body, he actually went to the riverbank? No, I must go find him!"
Having said that, Shujun hurriedly rushed toward the riverbank.
In Baiyang Forest, a man with a figure as slender as jade bamboo stood out exquisitely.
He covered his pale lips with a loose fist and leaned back against the tree trunk, coughing violently. And with each cough, his frail shoulders would tremble, and suddenly he retched and vomited a mouthful of thin blood.
Shujun rushed over in large strides.
"Why have you come here again? I knew it; if you ever leave the house, you are definitely in these woods by the river."
He pulled out a clean handkerchief from his chest and meticulously wiped off the blood from his hands.
Afterward, Shu Yu looked at Shujun with a cool and detached expression.
Shujun took off his outer coat, intending to put it on Shu Yu, just as he noticed Shu Yu’s eyebrows furrow slightly.
"Your clothes, they smell. How many days have you not changed them?"
Shujun paused, had he just been disdained by his elder brother?
Taking the clothes to his nose for a sniff, he couldn’t smell anything.
Shujun draped the clothes over his own arm, giving his elder brother a half-mocking, half-smiling glance.
"We heard the sound of a zither on our way back. Has the zither been repaired?"
Shu Yu replied indifferently, "I had nothing else to do."
His robe sleeves fluttered, and then he turned to look at an ancient zither.
The ancient zither was placed on a black rock, with several large cracks on its body, showing signs of repair.
Shujun walked over, touching the zither body lovingly and then plucked its strings, the exquisite sound made him close his eyes in delight. He then laughed carefreely.
"It feels as if a long time has passed, but when I think about it, it has only been a year."
Shujun sighed lightly, then raised his hand to look at his twin brother.
Though they were twins born on the same year, month, and day, and their features seemed to be carved from the same mold, Shujun was enchantingly charming, with an air of worldliness, and a cinnabar mole between his eyebrows. In contrast, Shu Yu was the picture of refined elegance, with a mole on his face as well, but his was not red, nor was it between his eyebrows, but rather a small, purple teardrop mole below the corner of his right eye.
"Let’s go," said Shu Yu, picking up the ancient zither. He slowly stepped out of Baiyang Forest. Shujun quickly followed; his mood seemed rather good, as he muttered, "Big Brother, Baobao’s medical skills are indeed excellent. In Jun City, she concocted a Scar Removal Ointment that worked wonders, truly miraculous."
Admiration for Dong Huiying was evident in Shujun’s eyes.
"If I was uncertain before whether or not she could cure you, now, I have complete confidence. I believe as long as we find all the herbs she needs, your illness can definitely be cured by her!"
Suddenly, Shu Yu turned back, "Looking at you, it seems you hold her in high esteem?"
Shu Yu curved his lips slightly, "One should know, the higher the hope, the greater the disappointment. I am very aware of my own body condition."