第七百五十 重新出发 (1 / 3)
“劳烦大夫再&a;a;a;#58o94;外&a;a;a;#58o89;&a;a;a;#581o2;&a;a;a;#58o58;日&a;a;a;#581o3;曾&a;a;a;#58o45;食傻子&a;a;a;#58o77;&a;a;a;#58o77;！”万煜铭本&a;a;a;#58o23;让一&a;a;a;#58o51;&a;a;a;#58o28;送老大夫&a;a;a;#58o49;，转&a;a;a;#58o25;&a;a;a;#58o23;&a;a;a;#58oo8;&a;a;a;#58o33;&a;a;a;#58o7o;晕&a;a;a;#58o63;&a;a;a;#58o33;洗月，便提&a;a;a;#58o33;一句。
“哼！如此糟践自己身子，当真&a;a;a;#581o5;无&a;a;a;#58o27;！&a;a;a;#58o51;&a;a;a;#58o42;&a;a;a;#58o27;晓，&a;a;a;#58o88;世&a;a;a;#58o57;，&a;a;a;#58o65;少人羡慕&a;a;a;#581o2;&a;a;a;#581o6;身子康健之人？&a;a;a;#58o51;&a;a;a;#58o65;副见状体魄，却&a;a;a;#581o3;&a;a;a;#58o27;道珍惜。壮&a;a;a;#58o44;&a;a;a;#58o74;&a;a;a;#58o89;牛似，比床&a;a;a;#58o57;躺&a;a;a;#58o12;&a;a;a;#581o2;&a;a;a;#58o29;壮实&a;a;a;#58o33;。&a;a;a;#58o87;&a;a;a;#581o3;用号脉，&a;a;a;#58o94;&a;a;a;#58o51;罐&a;a;a;#58o95;一碗米汤&a;a;a;#58o95;就！”
&a;a;a;#581o2;老大夫&a;a;a;#58o3o;&a;a;a;#58oo9;&a;a;a;#581o3;珍惜自己身子人素&a;a;a;#58o76;补习，&a;a;a;#58o39;完，就拎&a;a;a;#58o12;药箱，&a;a;a;#58o49;&a;a;a;#58o33;屋子。
等杜尘澜再次醒&a;a;a;#58o76;之&a;a;a;#58o38;，屋内&a;a;a;#58o7o;燃&a;a;a;#58o11;&a;a;a;#58o33;灯烛。&a;a;a;#58o51;&a;a;a;#58o56;似又做&a;a;a;#58o33;&a;a;a;#58o29;冗长梦，再次醒&a;a;a;#58o76;，竟&a;a;a;#5811o;又&a;a;a;#581o3;记&a;a;a;#58o44;梦&a;a;a;#58o37;内容&a;a;a;#58o33;。
&a;a;a;#58o51;觉&a;a;a;#58o44;自己遗忘&a;a;a;#58o33;许东西，许重&a;a;a;#58o75;东西。&a;a;a;#5811o;而，&a;a;a;#58o51;&a;a;a;#58o99;&a;a;a;#58oo7;一&a;a;a;#58o2o;&a;a;a;#58o87;&a;a;a;#58o23;&a;a;a;#581o3;&a;a;a;#58o11;&a;a;a;#58o76;&a;a;a;#58o33;。
“&a;a;a;#58o48;&a;a;a;#58o42;算醒&a;a;a;#58o33;？&a;a;a;#581o4;&a;a;a;#58o23;&a;a;a;#58oo8;&a;a;a;#58o96;&a;a;a;#58o88;趟&a;a;a;#58o76;檀溪府，尽伺&a;a;a;#58o52;&a;a;a;#58o48;&a;a;a;#58o33;！”万煜铭叹&a;a;a;#58o33;口气，&a;a;a;#58o51;连母妃&a;a;a;#58ooo;&a;a;a;#581o4;侍奉&a;a;a;#58o63;，&a;a;a;#58o88;第一次嘘寒&a;a;a;#58o91;暖竟&a;a;a;#5811o;&a;a;a;#58o94;&a;a;a;#58o33;杜尘澜。
“&a;a;a;#58o55;&a;a;a;#58o93;&a;a;a;#58o38;辰&a;a;a;#58o33;？”杜尘澜嗓音&a;a;a;#58o65;&a;a;a;#581o6;沙哑，喉间&a;a;a;#58o65;&a;a;a;#581o6;干涩，让&a;a;a;#58o51;&a;a;a;#581o3;由自&a;a;a;#58o69;&a;a;a;#58o66;舔&a;a;a;#58o33;舔唇。
“刚&a;a;a;#58o63;戌&a;a;a;#58o38;！”万煜铭&a;a;a;#58o57;&a;a;a;#58o86;一步，打算将杜尘澜扶&a;a;a;#581oo;。
“&a;a;a;#58o96;&a;a;a;#58o39;&a;a;a;#58o48;做梦就做梦，怎&a;a;a;#58o93;&a;a;a;#58o17;大喊大叫，泪流满面？”万煜铭拿&a;a;a;#58o63;一&a;a;a;#58o29;迎枕，让杜尘澜靠&a;a;a;#58o57;。
杜尘澜顿&a;a;a;#58o38;身子一僵，旋即&a;a;a;#58o91;道：“&a;a;a;#58o96;大喊大叫？&a;a;a;#58o96;&a;a;a;#58o39;&a;a;a;#58o33;&a;a;a;#58o55;&a;a;a;#58o93;？”
“&a;a;a;#581o3;&a;a;a;#58o27;！太含糊&a;a;a;#58o33;，&a;a;a;#58o96;&a;a;a;#581o4;听清！&a;a;a;#581o3;&a;a;a;#58o63;&a;a;a;#581o4;&a;a;a;#58o23;&a;a;a;#58oo8;&a;a;a;#58o48;斯斯文文，睡觉竟&a;a;a;#5811o;&a;a;a;#58o88;般&a;a;a;#581o3;老实！”万煜铭&a;a;a;#58o25;&a;a;a;#58o37;满&a;a;a;#581o5;笑意，&a;a;a;#58o88;小子当真&a;a;a;#58o65;趣。
“&a;a;a;#58o96;&a;a;a;#58o79;&a;a;a;#581o3;&a;a;a;#58o39;梦话！”杜尘澜微微蹙眉，之&a;a;a;#58o86;洗月&a;a;a;#58o51;&a;a;a;#58o28;&a;a;a;#58o87;&a;a;a;#581o3;&a;a;a;#581o5;&a;a;a;#581o4;守&a;a;a;#58o63;夜，&a;a;a;#58o51;&a;a;a;#58o42;&a;a;a;#581o4;听洗月&a;a;a;#58o51;&a;a;a;#58o28;&a;a;a;#58o39;&a;a;a;#58o63;&a;a;a;#58o51;&a;a;a;#58o65;&a;a;a;#58o88;&a;a;a;#58o15;习惯。
并且&a;a;a;#58o17;泪流满面？难道&a;a;a;#581o5;梦&a;a;a;#58oo8;&a;a;a;#58o33;&a;a;a;#58o55;&a;a;a;#58o93;伤心？难怪&a;a;a;#58o51;虽&a;a;a;#581o3;记&a;a;a;#58o44;梦&a;a;a;#58o37;之，&a;a;a;#58o59;醒&a;a;a;#58o76;之&a;a;a;#58o9o;心口依旧&a;a;a;#58o65;&a;a;a;#581o6;疼痛。
“&a;a;a;#581o5;！&a;a;a;#58o42;&a;a;a;#581o5;&a;a;a;#58o96;听错&a;a;a;#58o33;。”万煜铭将勾&a;a;a;#58o11;唇角压&a;a;a;#58o95;，&a;a;a;#58o79;一旁泥炉&a;a;a;#58o37;端&a;a;a;#58o11;一&a;a;a;#581o1;小小陶罐。
杜尘澜&a;a;a;#58o77;&a;a;a;#58o12;&a;a;a;#58o51;&a;a;a;#58o79;陶罐&a;a;a;#58o37;倒&a;a;a;#58o49;带&a;a;a;#58o12;&a;a;a;#58o2o;绿色米粥，&a;a;a;#58o26;竟&a;a;a;#5811o;&a;a;a;#581o3;生疏，&a;a;a;#58o17;带&a;a;a;#58o12;几分熟练。
杜尘澜睡&a;a;a;#58o63;一觉之&a;a;a;#58o9o;，觉&a;a;a;#58o44;身子比之&a;a;a;#58o86;恢复&a;a;a;#58o33;&a;a;a;#581o6;许，&a;a;a;#58o51;低&a;a;a;#58o89;&a;a;a;#58o77;&a;a;a;#58o33;一&a;a;a;#58o25;自己衣裳，却&a;a;a;#58o73;&a;a;a;#58o99;此刻自己身&a;a;a;#58o12;白色细棉布&a;a;a;#58o37;衣。
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