"Master, the medicine Madam took has taken effect and she has fallen asleep." She whispered.

Qin Shidao nodded.

"Master, you should go and take a rest." The servant woman advised in a low voice, "You have already stayed up for a day and a night. You can't stay up any longer."

Qin Shidao didn't speak or move.

"The doctor has looked at it and said that the Thirteenth Young Master is fine. Don't worry." The maid whispered again.

Minister Qin stood up. Perhaps he staggered from sitting for too long. The servant girl hurriedly helped him.

Qin Shijiao stood up and walked out slowly.

"Master." The maid thought of something and called again.

Minister Qin stopped.

"This medicine, do you still want the Thirteenth Young Master to take it?" the servant woman asked in a low voice.

medicine?

Minister Qin turned his head and looked at the porcelain bottles placed on the tables.

This was the woman's order. The servant girl remembered it carefully and asked the doctor. Although the doctor didn't dare to make a decision because he couldn't taste what it was, he had come back to eat it twice. Would he like to eat it next?

Minister Qin was silent for a moment.

"Eat." He said and walked out.

Qin Langjun felt that he was dreaming, but he was a little tired compared to previous dreams.

He couldn't help but stretch his waist, looked up at the gray tent ceiling, and turned his head to see the young man sleeping on the ground, looking as usual.

He smiled and stretched out his hand. Suddenly his smile disappeared and he sat up quickly.

There is no crutch beside the bed.

Where's the crutch?

Qin Langjun felt a little panicked.

But he soon calmed down again.

As for dreaming, he naturally does whatever he wants in the dream. In fact, he still likes dreaming, because only in dreams can he occasionally be free and walk without relying on crutches.

Of course, this kind of freedom is not much, because he is restraining himself, restraining himself to recognize the reality, and he cannot escape even in dreams.

However, it’s okay to indulge once in a while.

Qin Langjun sat up and looked down at his legs.

The legs under the aqua pajamas look like normal people, but they can't be straightened when standing...

He sighed and dropped his feet, while gently lifting his trouser legs.

His expression was unexpectedly stunned again.

The twisted legs that were always difficult to see turned out to be the same as normal legs.

Maybe it's because of the dream...

Qin Langjun hesitated for a moment, put his legs and feet on the ground, gritted his teeth and stepped hard, and he stood up.

Stand up!

He suddenly fell back down again, feeling his heart beating wildly, a layer of sweat forming on his forehead, and did not move for a long time.

The room was quiet, except for the sleeping boy at his feet who was murmuring in his sleep.

Isn't it just a dream? I was so scared.

Qin Langjun smiled again. He stood up with his hands and stood firmly for a moment. He lowered his head and took a step slowly.

The feeling of your feet touching the ground….

He took another step, even lightly jumping, and passed the young man who was sleeping sprawled out.

My bare feet made no sound on the wooden board.

Qin Langjun smiled slightly, glanced at the sleeping boy, and walked out.

There were actually two servant girls sleeping outside.

But no matter how many people he sleeps with, it doesn't matter. He can walk, he can walk on his own legs and feet, and he can naturally sneak out without being noticed. Just like Liulang said, just like every normal teenager has done.

That way.

The young man with his hair loose and wearing only his undershirt walked into the morning mist with a bit of briskness.

A scream broke the tranquility of the yard.

Mrs. Qin staggered over and rushed over. Her legs and feet were so weak that she could hardly walk.

Thirteen, thirteen, thirteen…

"Madam, the young master is missing!"

The voice of a servant girl interrupted her cry.

Mrs. Qin was stunned for a moment and looked at the bed with hazy eyes.

There was no cold body there, but no one there.

Missing?

How could he disappear? Could it be that someone else ran into their deep compound and stole someone without knowing it?

Impossible!

There is only one possibility: people go out on their own.

"Where's the crutch?" Mrs. Qin asked.

The boy was busy for a while, and then he got the crutches after a few cases. He was busy yesterday, and because Qin Langjun was unconscious, he didn't know how to use the crutches, so he threw them aside.

"No, use crutches?"

Qin Shi's voice came from the door.

Everyone looked back and saw that his expression was dazed, he was gradually flushing, and his body was trembling.

"Master..." Mrs. Qin shouted hurriedly.

Before he finished speaking, Minister Qin turned around and walked out.

"No crutches!" he shouted, his voice trembling.

No crutches...

No crutches!

"Thirteen!"

The shouts broke through the tranquility of the early morning, and also caused the maids and girls who were sweeping the house to stop what they were doing.

The young master was carried back yesterday, could it be...

Qin Shi said walking quickly and shouting loudly that the place his son often went to was the backyard of his home, not the garden, but the small school ground built like the Zhou family.

Sure enough, as soon as I got closer, I saw a figure standing there.

"Thirteen!" Master Qin shouted, suddenly unable to move and only looking at the person in front of him.

The man turned around and smiled at him.

"Father, why are you here too?" he said, walking over.

Coming, coming.

Qin Shidao only felt that his breathing had stopped and his body was stiff and unable to move. It seemed that with every breath and movement, everything in front of him would disappear like bubbles.

"Sure enough, the Spring and Autumn Period is the most loyal, the death of Wen Zhi, the Spring and Autumn Period is the most loyal, the death of Wen Zhi..." He murmured repeatedly.

"Thirteen!"

Mrs. Qin's cries rang out, and she rushed past Minister Qin to speak like a madman.

"Thirteen! My thirteen!" She grabbed her son and burst into tears, "Can you leave? Can you leave? Is your leg okay?"

Qin Langjun was shaken by his mother and was a little unable to stand.

"It's all my fault that I made my mother so rude in my dream." He smiled, reaching out to pat Mrs. Qin, "Yes, yes, I can leave."

Mrs. Qin looked at him, reached out and grabbed his hand, and cried loudly.

Tears fell on Qin Langjun's hand, feeling warm and moist.

Gentle…

Qin Langjun couldn't help but lower his head and look at his hands in a daze.

"Isn't this a dream?" he said.

More people came over, his brothers and sisters.
To be continued...