Xie Xunzi woke up after a while, and the doctor prescribed some pain-relieving decoction for him, and Nuanyang drank it for him. A charcoal fire was burning in the room, and a window was opened for ventilation. Fengyu sat next to him and watched him wake up.
, hurriedly brought a glass of warm water, but Xie Xun couldn't stand up from the pain, and the slightest movement of his bones caused excruciating pain.
"Don't move!" Feng Yu felt extremely distressed. She pressed his shoulders and tightened her eyebrows. She lifted his head and carefully fed him a glass of water. Xie Xun couldn't help but groan, "It hurts!"
"You still know the pain, so let's fight each other. Why are we beating each other to death? You can't get up, and Brother Fang is also seriously injured." Feng Yu didn't want to blame him, but she was really annoyed.
The Chinese New Year was full of joy, and they made a fuss. Everyone was anxious. Although they didn't hurt their lives, they were really seriously injured. The doctor said that the bones would need to heal for a month, and they couldn't use the sword again.
Asking for trouble!
Xie Xun obeyed the instruction obediently. Feng Yu was not a nagging person. She would not repeat it after reading it once. Xie Xun saw that it was getting late and could not bear to let her suffer, so he asked her to rest. Nuanyang and Fei Ying would take care of him.
The doctor was also in the house, and he was not fatally injured. Feng Yu ignored him and asked Qiuxiang to bring the porridge. She put it aside to wait for it to warm before feeding him.
Xie Xun asked, "How is Fang Chuning?"
"Second brother is taking care of him, I don't know either."
"What!" Xie Xun was anxious and tried to hold himself up, but he broke into a cold sweat from the pain. "Is he sleeping in the second brother's room?"
"yes!"
"Why, if you prepare a guest room for him, why would he go to the second brother's room?"
"He's unconscious. Second brother carried him. No one dared to stop him. After all, it's your fault. If you don't beat him seriously, he won't have a chance to sleep in second brother's bed." Feng Yu said.
He knocked on the head and said, "Look after yourself, leave him alone, and take good care of him."
"..." Xie Xun was so angry that he beat the bed, "Vixen, cunning and treacherous!"
Seeing how lively he was, Feng Yu suddenly felt that Fang Chuning had been merciful and the injury was not severe enough. Just as she thought this, she saw that Xie Xun's face was pale and he was sweating coldly. He was obviously enduring the pain. Feng Yu was angry and distressed at the same time.
He held him down and said, "Stop fussing."
"Has the second brother come to see me?"
"No!" Feng Yu smiled, "He beat people like that, and you still want him to come and see you?"
"I was definitely injured more than him." Xie Xun was not convinced. He was not as violent as Fang Chuning. He specifically picked out inconspicuous places and hit him until his bones were almost broken.
"Why did you pick his face to hit? The injury is so conspicuous. If I were the second brother, I would feel sorry for him more. I'm angry that you did it too darkly. No one saw your injuries. How stupid are you?" Feng Yu also felt sorry for him.
They were plotted by Fang Chuning, but in the final analysis, they were evenly matched, and no one could blame the other.
"I've learned a lesson!" Xie Xun gritted his teeth, "When I recover from my injury, I can fight him again."
"..." Feng Yu had a headache and stuffed a mouthful of porridge into his mouth, "Shut up!"
Inside Xie Jue's house.
Xie Jue always likes to be quiet. There are only two people waiting in the courtyard. They usually give him tea and take care of his daily life. He never asks anyone to stay vigil at night, so the courtyard is very quiet at night. Fang Chuning never wakes up, and Xie Jue drinks Fang Chuning.
After taking the medicine, he pushed him to the innermost side, and Xie Jue also got on the bed, sitting on the bedside and reading a book.
There was a dry towel on his hand. Whenever Fang Chuning sweated, he would wipe it off to keep his body dry and fresh. Medicine was cooking on the stove, and the whole room was filled with the scent of medicine.
Xie Jue had some amblyopia at night, so he lit six lamps in the room. He remembered the doctor's instructions and put down the books after reading for a quarter of an hour. Xie Jue got out of bed and opened the window, and the heat in the room dissipated a little.
He made a pot of tea and sat by the window drinking tea and admiring the snow.
A quarter of an hour later.
I also drank tea and enjoyed the snow.
Xie Jue turned off four lights, returned to the bedside, lay down next to Fang Chuning, and closed his eyes slightly. It was past midnight, but he was not sleepy at all. He was like a caged beast, calm on the surface but anxious on the inside.
Xie Jue opened his eyes. Whether it was because of fatigue or because the night was too dark, his vision became blurry. Xie Jue moved to Fang Chuning and looked at him slightly sideways. Fang Chuning's face was bruised and swollen in three places by Xie Xun.
sharp.
Xie Jue's fingers brushed between his eyebrows, and the temperature on Fang Chuning's face was slightly higher than his fingertips.
"It's so ugly!"
He had seen Fang Chuning seriously injured several times, but this was the first time he saw his face beaten so badly. There were only two lights left in the room, and the light in the tent was dim. After closing his eyes, his sense of smell and hearing became more and more intense.
keen.
He smelled the scent that lingered in his dream.
He heard a familiar heartbeat.
Xie Jue stretched out his hand and hooked his little finger with the finger of the person next to him, touching his warmth.
The dark night and wind spread the breath and heartbeat wildly, like vines wrapping around him, making it difficult to breathe, and those vines were like hands caressing his brows in a dream.
Xie Jue thought of the late night in Beiman.
Cold, yet warm.
In the ice and snow, the sky is full of fighting.
The mutual attachment and dependence on each other in times of desperate situations are like thoughts engraved in the bones. Life and death, love and desire, cross talk with each other, but they are pressed into the abyss by reason and unable to move.
There is only such a night, such a wind and snow, such a senseless moment.
Reason crumbles and lust is indulged.
Fang Chuning, who was in a coma, seemed to have his own consciousness, and as if it was a habit, the two of them started to connect their little fingers, and gradually, I don't know who took the initiative, turned into intersecting fingers.
The most helpless thing in the world is to watch yourself sinking into the abyss.
