The night is getting darker, outside the cave, the moon is like a lantern hanging high in the sky.
Xie Fu fell on the bed alone and couldn't sleep. The wooden bed was covered with hemp mat, but he felt a little bit cold.
The years go by in a hurry, day after day, and before I know it, winter has entered and the weather is getting cold.
There was a wooden bed not far from him. The bed was covered with thicker and more exquisite hemp mats, and there was even a hemp pillow filled with hay.
This bed was specially prepared by Xie Fu for Duanmuci, but she had never slept on it.
No! She didn't even sit on it.
Xie Fu looked at the empty bed with the faint moonlight and murmured: "I just feel sorry for you. It's cold outside. Isn't it cold when you sleep on the stone?"
Sometimes, Xie Fu just wants to express concern, but he doesn't dare to express it, and Duanmu Ci has been particularly indifferent for more than a year.
She couldn't chat with Xie Fu, and gradually Xie Fu couldn't find anything to talk to her about.
Sometimes, Fu Xie even felt that she was just an acquaintance, a servant hired with money.
Counting carefully, she only said five sentences to herself today.
Fu'er, it's time to eat.
Fu'er, what are you doing?
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He is a great person, a stalwart man, a complete manly man.
Xie Fu recalled her voice and the manner in which she spoke every word.
Master Xie's expression suddenly changed as he recalled it. When Master Duanmuci said the last words, his eyes showed a strange look, as if he had a special kind of admiration and yearning.
Xie Fu even vaguely felt that at that moment she showed some of the emotions of a human woman.
What a huge contrast compared to her indifference.
Why?
Why do you act like this when you mention someone who hurt you?
Shouldn't it be filled with hatred?
Xie Fu walked out of the cave, looked at the crescent moon in the sky at the entrance of the cave, and took steps.
In fact, Fu Xie knew that Duanmu Ci seemed to have a hidden illness. At certain times of the day, she showed no real energy, just like an ordinary person. During these times, when Fu Xie was close to her, Duanmu Ci always showed no signs of illness.
Unaware.
And at certain special times, when he was far away from her, Duanmuci keenly knew that he was coming.
Xie Fu was clear-minded, but he never said anything or asked, and he never showed any difference.
Probably when he thought about it, even if Master Duanmuci was an ordinary person, he was still someone he respected in his heart.
Xie Fu walked toward the top of the mountain, feeling very uneasy. He was afraid that Duanmuci would misunderstand him for doing something wrong, but he just wanted to watch her from a distance.
He had even thought of what to say when he was discovered by Duanmuci, "Master Duanmuci, the weather is getting cold, I just came to see if you were cold."
On the top of the mountain, the mountain wind is cold and everything is lonely.
When Xie Fu was more than twenty feet away from Duanmuci, he stopped. In order to see further and more clearly, he jumped to the top of the tree and looked at the flattened rock.
Duanmuci was not asleep yet. She was sitting cross-legged on the stone bed motionless, her figure was so quiet, like a solitary cloud emerging from Xiu, leaving nothing to worry about.
The bright moon hung in the sky, and the moonlight slowly poured on her body, making the noise and silence irrelevant.
With a stone bed and a piece of heaven and earth, she can be at peace, regardless of the warmth and coldness of human relationships, the joys and sorrows of dust.
Xie Fu felt that she was getting further and further away from him, and he longed to be close to her. Under the cover of night, he jumped up to another tree and got closer to her.
As promised in his heart, he just wanted to watch her from a distance without disturbing her or making her angry.
Duanmuci was not motionless, her hands were making some subtle movements on her chest.
Her figure was too still, so looking at her from a distance just now gave people the illusion that she was sleeping in a moonlit position, smelling clouds.
Xie Fu was very curious about what she was doing, so he jumped to the next tree and was a few feet closer to Duanmuci.
Under the reflection of the moonlight, there was a faint golden light swaying on her chest, like candlelight in the dark night.
Xie Fu knew that it was the golden light of Duanmuci's weapon. She seemed to be carving something with the weapon.
Xie Fu wanted to know what she was carving. He was afraid of disturbing her, so he didn't dare to jump to the next tree. Instead, he approached her step by step under the cover of night.
Finally, at a distance of seven to eight feet, Fu Xie saw clearly that she was carving with a stone in her hand. The stone shattered like tofu in front of the extremely sharp golden light. The stone chips fell quickly and were already on her knees.
Accumulate a thick layer, like a layer of snowflakes on the ocean.
Duanmuci was immersed in it, with a sweet smile on his lips.
This surprised Xie Fu, because in his impression, Duanmu Ci was not interested in anything, and she seemed to have no hobbies.
If she had to say one, it would probably be growing vegetables, and the joy she felt when she harvested the fruits for the first time.
In addition, Xie Fu could rarely catch such an expression from her plain face. Sometimes even if she smiled, all Xie Fu could feel was a coldness that was distant from others.
It turns out that Master Duanmuci also had this hobby, carving.
I'm pretty good at it, and there will be common topics in the future that I can use to exchange information.
Slowly, Fu Xie saw the prototype of Duanmuci's carving, which seemed to be a stone statue.
From the clothes and topknot of the stone statue, Xie Fu could tell that it was a man.
man!
Xie Fu's heart trembled, who was it? Or maybe it was just a random carving.
Xie Fu was full of curiosity and watched quietly.
Time passed silently, and she finally stopped, withdrew the golden light, and gently wiped away the remaining stone chips on the stone statue with her fingers, including the head, face, chest, and back of the stone statue...
The gentle movement seemed to be caressing a living person.
No! She seemed to be stroking her lover, and her fingers were so gentle, like the snowflakes falling in the air, covering her gently.
Her eyes were staring at the stone statue with a strange brilliance. This tenderness was like water. Xie Fu seemed to have caught it from her face in a flash today, when she said that sentence.
He is a great person, a stalwart man, a complete manly man.
Is she carving the person she loves deeply?
Xie Fu had just started thinking when she suddenly saw Duanmuci holding the stone statue close to her face. She closed her eyes and kissed the stone statue's forehead gently with her lips.
Then she gently kissed both sides of the stone statue's cheeks.
Recently, I felt a little embarrassed and put my red lips lightly on the lips of the stone statue.
Fu Xie was extremely sure that the place she kissed was the lips of the stone statue. With her lips, Fu Xie dared not touch that sacred and inviolable part with his fingers.
Her red lips were the place that Xie Fu always dreamed of, the place where he fantasized about the softness and taste of kissing her countless days and nights.
This honor was taken away by a stone statue, which made Xie Fu feel that he was so humble, not even comparable to a stone statue.
There was no separation for a long time. If she hadn't kissed a stone statue, it would have been a deep kiss.
A voice suddenly rang in Xie Fu's mind - I will never love you!
He still remembers the extremely determined expression on Duanmuci's face when he said these words, and he still remembers his heart-breaking feeling at that moment.
At this moment, Xie Fu seemed to feel that Duanmu Ci loved someone deeply in her heart. She only loved this person, and there was no room for others in her heart.
His heart trembled, and he watched with a hint of luck. He hoped that everything was just a random guess.
But what he saw was Duanmuci holding the stone statue in his arms, lying down gently, as if he was sleeping with his lover in his arms.
The lonely mountain top, the cold stone bed, but this stone statue seemed to be enough to warm her and prevent her from feeling lonely.
Xie Fu was despairing and felt that he had lost her. No matter how hard he tried, he could never reach her heart.
In front of the man she loved deeply, he was a humble and pitiful loser.
No! He is not even qualified to challenge.
Xie Fu left in despair. He was afraid that if he stayed for a while longer, he would cry like a cowardly man.
He didn't know how he walked back to the cave and fell on the bed, feeling that living in this world was meaningless.
What is he pursuing in life? If there was a trace of expectation and a trace of waiting before, now he has nothing to wait for and nothing to look forward to.
My mind can't suppress the confusion of thoughts.
Suddenly he was full of jealousy, full of hatred, jealousy of that man, hatred of that man. If I kill him, Master Duanmuci, will you give up? Will you spend your time looking at me more?
Can you feel my love for you? Can your originally filled heart squeeze out a little space and let me get in?
Duanmu Ci's tender and tender face just now comes to mind. If I kill him, you will definitely be heartbroken.
How could I make you so sad just for the slightest chance of getting you.
Does he love you? Does he love you?
He must love you very much, he must love you very much,
Otherwise you wouldn't love him so much.
But why would he hurt you and stab you so deeply in the back?
I love you too, and I love you too, but even if I die, I will never hurt you.
In this way, Xie Fu spent a night in agony...
The dawn light slanted into the cave, and Xie Fu suddenly didn't realize it was dawn. He was as motionless as a dead man, with empty eyes.
A cold voice came: "Why don't you get up and practice?"
I should not thank Fu Ying, so why do I practice any kung fu?
The sound of some quick footsteps came from far away. Duanmu Ci came to the bedside, looked at Xie Fu who was lazily hiding on the bed, and said coldly: "Don't you want to practice martial arts?"
"Yes! I don't want to practice any more!"
"What did you say!"
Duanmuci's voice was cold and filled with anger, and Xie Fu's words touched her nerves.
“Why do I practice Qigong and what’s the point?”
Xie Fu roared loudly, turned around suddenly, and looked at Duanmu Ci. Her expression was ruthless and cold, and her eyes turned into thousands of ice picks piercing his heart. Xie Fu felt sad, but he managed to squeeze out a smile.
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The moment Duanmuci saw Xie Fu, he was surprised and said, "What's wrong with you? Your expression is so ugly?"
"I'm fine." Thank Fu Ying for his indifference.
Duanmuci sat down next to him and asked with a puzzled expression: "Are you sick? You shouldn't be. Is there something wrong with your practice?"
