第七十九回 苍莽前途病床谈事业 凄凉小院雨夜忆家山 (Chapter Seventy-Nine: Vast Prospects from the Sickbed, Desolate Memories in the Rainy Courtyard)

Since falling ill that day, Yanxi had been bedridden for over half a month.

That afternoon, the sky turned overcast, and soon rain began to fall.

Leng Qingqiu entered with the medicine and, seeing Yanxi lying awake gazing at the bed canopy, said softly, "Take your medicine."

Yanxi turned his head to look at Leng Qingqiu and sighed, "This illness of mine has been a burden to you."

Leng Qingqiu sat on the edge of the bed, feeding him the medicine, and said, "Don't say such things. Just focus on recovering."

After taking the medicine, Yanxi grasped Leng Qingqiu's hand and said, "Leng Qingqiu, I've been thinking a lot these days. I was foolish in the past. Now, lying ill, I realize I've achieved nothing, and my future prospects are vast and uncertain."

Leng Qingqiu said, "Since you know, you should pull yourself together. Once you're better, start anew."

Yanxi gave a bitter smile. "I'm afraid this illness of mine won't get better."

Leng Qingqiu covered his mouth and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

The two fell silent for a moment, hearing only the rustling of rain outside the window.

Gazing out the window, Leng Qingqiu said, "This rain reminds me of my old home in the south. Back then, on rainy nights, the whole family would gather around the stove and talk. How warm and cozy it was."

Yanxi said, "Yes, I remember too. But now, our homeland is far away, and the past is like smoke."

Tears fell from Leng Qingqiu's eyes as she said, "When can we ever go back?"

Yanxi said, "Once I'm better, I'll definitely take you back."

But deep down, both knew that the day of his recovery was distant and uncertain.

The rain fell all night, and puddles formed in the small courtyard, adding to the desolation.