He heard it right?
Although I doubt it like this...
The woodcutter's heart... slowly sank.
He opened his mouth.
...
"……younger brother."
After a while, the woodcutter made a sound.
"you……"
A flash of inspiration flashed in the woodcutter's mind.
He reached out and touched the young scholar's forehead.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"It will still be affected after being wet, right?"
Although he drank ginger soup for the young scholar, no matter what, the young scholar had been wet for several days.
Is a bowl of ginger soup not enough to drive away the cold?
Cold air enters the body.
The young scholar's mind was a little confused.
...
"I'll go find a doctor."
The woodcutter immediately stood up.
It was him who neglected.
He should have gone to the doctor from the beginning.
He won't delay his brother's condition, right?
The woodcutter was a little worried.
...
"elder brother."
The young scholar called out.
He reached out to hold the woodcutter.
However, his body was still a little weak at this time, and he was not as strong as the woodcutter. At this time, he was even gently swung by the woodcutter, and the young scholar's hand was thrown away.
But the woodcutter stopped.
Stopped temporarily.
The woodcutter turned his head.
"Brother, you're here."
"I'll be back soon."
...
"elder brother."
The young scholar raises the volume.
"I'm fine."
"You don't have to go to the doctor."
...
"Why is it okay?"
The woodcutter subconsciously said, "Everyone has started talking nonsense..."
...
The young scholar was slightly stunned.
Then shake your head.
"No."
"I didn't talk nonsense."
“I know very well what I’m talking about.”
...
The woodcutter turned around.
"I'll go find a doctor."
...
"elder brother!"
The young scholar shouted, "I'm fine."
"Even if you go to the doctor, I-"
"Ahem~"
The young scholar coughed violently.
...
The woodcutter immediately turned back to the bedside.
He reached out to pat the young scholar on the back.
"Is it okay?"
The woodcutter looked worried.
...
The young scholar didn't bother to answer the woodcutter.
He reached out and hit his chest hard.
...
After a while, the young scholar stopped coughing.
He was a little exhausted.
His red face made him feel a little hot.
...
"Is it okay?"
The woodcutter patted the young scholar on the back a few more times.
Then sit in front of the young scholar.
"I'll get you some water."
...
The woodcutter stood up to get the water.
...
The young scholar did not refuse.
He took the water.
"Gulugulu~"
The young scholar raised his head and quickly finished drinking a bowl of water.
...
"Do you still want it?"
The woodcutter took the cup back and looked at the young scholar inquiring.
...
The young scholar shook his head.
"No."
...
The woodcutter hesitated for a while, but sat down next to the young scholar's bed again.
"younger brother."
"You really don't have a place to feel uncomfortable?"
...
"No."
The young scholar shook his head.
...
"Then the black monster you mentioned..."
The woodcutter's mouth twitched slightly.
"What's going on?"
"That kid..."
"Did you really see it?"
...
"Um."
The young scholar nodded.
"That kid is right."
"At that time, there was a black monster by my side."
...
The woodcutter's face couldn't help but thrust.
"Black monster?"
The woodcutter's voice and expression became even more strange.
"Why didn't the rest of us see it?"
...
"The kid saw it."
....
The young scholar's words made the woodcutter speech a few seconds.
That's right.
The child saw it.
But……
...
"Except for that child..."
The woodcutter frowned.
No one else saw them.
...
"I thought it was except me..."
The young scholar bent his mouth slightly, "No one can see it."
...
After a few seconds of stunned silence, the woodcutter opened his mouth, "What does it mean?"
What does it mean...
No one can see it except my younger brother?
...
"I don't know either."
The young scholar smiled.
"I haven't figured it out yet."
"But that's the truth..."
"Brother, there is a black monster next to me."
...
The woodcutter's pupils contracted violently.
His eyes widened.
...
“It’s been a long time…”
The young scholar's expression became a little dazed.
"The first time I saw it, it stole my steamed buns."
"I just guess if it was the little thief who stole steamed buns as my sister-in-law said..."
"I'm curious."
“It looks very special.”
“I don’t know what it is?”
"I was surprised at the time, there were animals I didn't know."
...
“…it’s small.”
“But it’s very greedy.”
“The appetite is also very big.”
"It makes people wonder how it eats so much food with such a small body?"
...
“It started to appear around me frequently.”
"Well……"
"Maybe I can't say it frequently?"
“Every time it appears, I have food here.”
“It’s here to eat.”
...
“I wanted to catch it at first.”
"elder brother."
The young scholar raised his eyes.
"You actually saw it..."
...
"…….ah?"
The woodcutter who was concentrating on listening to his younger brother's story was stunned.
Has he seen it?
The woodcutter frowned.
How is that possible?
How could he forget if he saw it?
younger brother……
Did you make a mistake?
...
"You've seen its painting."
The young scholar continued.
...
woodcutter:……
“…its painting?”
Even if it is a painting...
The woodcutter still doesn't remember...this is happening...
...
"yes."
The young scholar smiled slightly, "Brother, don't you remember?"
"That day you came to my study and saw a painting on my desk."
"Are you curious about what I'm drawing?"
"Because the creatures on the painting look strange."
"You haven't seen it either."
...
The woodcutter reached out and rubbed his temples hard.
painting……
painting……
ah!
A flash of inspiration flashed in the woodcutter's mind.
"I remembered it!"
The woodcutter's eyes lit up.
He remembered it!
There is such a painting!
...
The young scholar bent his mouth.
"I told you about that creature."
"I said I couldn't catch it."
"You're also comforting me."
"You said you wanted to help me catch it."
"You said that selling it to a noble man can exchange a lot of money..."
...
The woodcutter pursed his lips.
He remembered...
"It's the black monster that the child saw?"
...
The young scholar nodded.
Um.
It's it.
...
The woodcutter looked stunned.
ah……
Is it actually it?
"I remember you said it looked like a Taotie..."
The woodcutter murmured.
...
"Um."
The young scholar was a little surprised that the woodcutter still remembered this.
After all, the woodcutter just now even forgot the painting he saw.
“It’s very similar.”
...
"...That day, my sister-in-law and I hid in the cabinet..."
The picture of that day appeared in front of the woodcutter's eyes.
...
"Yes."
Chapter completed!