Han Qianling lived in a small courtyard in Luojiujiang for three days.
In the past three days, Luo Jiujiang quickly developed a new living habit, that is, appearing in Han Qianling's room on time every night and covering him with a quilt.
As for the timing of covering Hanqianling with a quilt... Ji Shijie probably has a say in this.
Because Luo Jiujiang went to the door to beat him on time every day, and then he would go home and cover Han Qianling with a quilt.
For Luo Jiujiang's practice, the systematic evaluation is: [Insanity. ]
Ji Shijie had a feeling today that Luo Jiujiang seemed a little absent-minded when he beat him. Because Luo Jiujiang seemed a little uncreative when he beat him up this time.
Of course, he definitely wouldn't take the initiative to report this to Luo Jiujiang.
—Luo Jiujiang was indeed a little absent-minded.
There was a heavy rain in my hometown today, and the halo of the led light seemed to tremble a little before he left. After a system check, he regretfully told him that there might be a power outage today.
Power outages mean outages. For otherworldly human beings like Luo Jiujiang, there is nothing to fear when the internet is disconnected. However, Han Qianling communicates with each other every night using mobile phone video. And it is inevitable to send a few WeChat messages in the middle of the night.
Moreover, this Han Qianling's heart is relatively heavy, and for him to disconnect from the Internet, it may also mean that he has cut off contact with the outside world. Luo Jiujiang didn't want to make Han Qianling feel unsafe.
As for other things, such as the dark wounds in the joints of Hanqianling that hurt whenever it rains on a cloudy day, they are not within Luo Jiujiang's consideration. After all, the glue-like aura in Luo Jiujiang was not left in vain.
As long as Han Qianling still lives in the "Golden House" built for him by Luo Jiujiang, whether it is rheumatic bone pain or even heart rate disorders, these illnesses will not disturb him.
If Han Qianling's soul is not a broken piece, just breathing once in this room is enough to prolong his life for half a month.
Too bad he is.
Luo Jiujiang is the same as brushing his daily tasks, finishing Ji Shijie at a fixed point and finishing work. However, the moment he just appeared in his room, the LED light tube above his head shook twice, and finally the light was finally extinguished.
A notification from the system arrived at the same time: [Power outage. ]
As if deliberately wanting Luo Jiujiang to be anxious, at the moment when the power was cut off, a loud noise suddenly came from the direction of Han Qianling's guest room.
Luo Jiujiang's heartbeat skipped a beat.
He almost only took one thousandth of the blink of an eye to teleport to the door of Han Qianling's guest room. Although his consciousness can feel that everything is fine with the other party, he still feels uncontrollable worry.
Luo Jiujiang took a deep breath and knocked on the door in front of him restrainedly: "Qianling?"
The people inside the door were silent for a while, his breath was faint, but Luo Jiujiang knew that he was not asleep.
After a short while, Han Qianling said in a low voice, "Please come in."
Luo Jiujiang pushed open the door and entered, only to see Han Qianling standing in front of the window with a slender lady's cigarette between his fingers. He noticed that Luo Jiujiang had entered the door, but he didn't look back. He just took a breath of smoke and said slowly, "Something fell on the shelf and surprised you?"
"No." Seeing that everything was fine, Luo Jiujiang couldn't help but sigh in relief, "I'm afraid you'll be scared."
Han Qianling finally turned his head slightly in the direction of Luo Jiujiang, and the half shimmer of light reflected from the window glass on the rainy night was enough to illuminate the strange look on his face that was half-smile but not smiling.
"The person who would have such worries about me... you seem to be the first."
Before Luo Jiujiang showed a cramped expression, Han Qianling had already added: "I'm not saying this is bad..."
If it wasn't for Luo Jiujiang's extraordinary eyesight, he would not have been able to see the fleeting trance on Han Qian's face.
Han Qianling turned around slowly. He was so thin that his spine protruded a little, and the top part of his back was pressed against the cold window glass, and behind him was the cold night and the noisy rain. His slightly raised chin carried a somewhat arrogant look that was intolerant of the world, as if the next moment, he would melt into the vast night.
The white noise that flows when the rainstorm washes the heaven and the earth, and the natural sense of security brought by the dark night, make the state of mind appear more peaceful, and can let Han Qianling relieve some of his guards.
It was in the sound of rain that Han Qianling spoke softly and said something he would never say in the daytime.
"I'm not afraid of the dark or the rain. When I was a child, I was locked in a room in the attic for a long time. The skylight in the attic only opened a crack, and I was alone in the dark."
"I'm used to dark places, and I'm also used to the sudden rainstorm in the middle of the night. When I'm too lonely, the sound of rain and thunder and lightning are my most accustomed friends."
Han Qianling probably didn't reveal his past to others very often, so his tone was slightly tight. The things he's saying now, even his psychologist can't get them out of his mouth. But today, he actually said it to Luo Jiujiang so easily.
I'm probably crazy. In the coolness of the dark night, Han Qianling took a breath and thought soberly and self-deprecatingly in his heart.
Originally, his face was more elegant than handsome, and when he smoked a mint-flavored lady's cigarette, his posture was even more elegant and noble. However, even if only a vague silhouette is revealed, no one will mistake him for a woman.
Because in his temperament and expression, the arrogance, sternness, and unyielding nature that he naturally showed, was almost 108,000 miles away from the lady's appearance.
Luo Jiujiang looked at Han Qianling quietly, and suddenly realized something.
For a long time, he knew Qianling as if he knew himself, no matter which Qianling it was, it was a treasure that he placed on the top of his heart. Since their origins all come from the same soul, these Qianling Mountains are all equally familiar to Luo Jiujiang.
He grew up with Qianling since he was a child. They are close friends, siblings, and a pair of Taoist companions who have never been separated. Before Luo Jiujiang had reached the height of his first sword, he had already reached out to Han Qianling resolutely.
He felt that he knew everything about Han Qianling.
Wrong, not so.
Another thing is Luo Jiujiang's blind spot - he doesn't know what Han Qianling looked like when he was injured.
Since Han Qianling was born with endless malice in his soul, his endurance was originally much better for ordinary people.
Whether it is the sarcastic words of others, the hostility between the open and the secret, or a few vulgar words in person, all of them are nothing to him, and they cannot even leave a trace in his heart.
And the physical injury... the rolled flesh, the peeling scales and the bloody scars, those are not injuries, they can only be called pain.
In the former world, the only thing that touched Han Qianling was the safety of Luo Jiujiang.
When Luo Jiujiang blocked the incoming Wen Xinlei for Han Qianling, Han Qianling's expression was an unprecedented remorse and anger in his life.
... Luo Jiujiang had never really seen the appearance of Han Qianling when he felt hurt.
Until now, until now.
Han Qianling held a thin cigarette between his fingers, and the traces of the past gathered in his eyes like a raging wave, but his face naturally showed an air of indifference.
He may not be able to turn a blind eye to everything in the past like the Han Qianling in Luo Jiujiang's memory. But at least he has put on a layer of steel-like hard shell after thousands of trials.
To strong, to arrogant, to fragile.
Even if there is only a stranger here, he can see the traces of old marks in his expression, and see the thick and complicated past clearly.
Han Qianling exhaled a long breath of smoke, and the smoke spread in the air and turned into an uncontrollable shape. Across the misty smoke and the dark night, Han Qianling vaguely felt that he had always been locked in that leaky cold attic and never left for a moment.
In the very quiet night, he occasionally thought of the disputes between his relatives about inheritance.
They shouted loudly, made harsh words to show their attitude, and they were only one step away from a big fight. On the other hand, Han Qianling was lying alone on the floor of the attic, listening to the distorted voices quietly from the gap.
When his parents died, it seemed like it was such a downpouring rainy night.
Han Qianling was silent, feeling the coldness spread from the part of the spine that was close to the window, and gradually flowed through his limbs. He shuddered slightly.
Then Han Qianling was suddenly pulled up from the window glass.
The opponent's hand was not heavy, and it could even be considered gentle, but being suddenly taken away from the source of the icy cold still left Han Qianling a little stunned.
Luo Jiujiang stretched out his hand to cover the junction of his neck and spine for him. The flesh behind Han Qianling's neck was almost frozen to numbness, so it took half a beat to feel the warmth of the other's hand.
He heard Luo Jiujiang say a little distressed: "It's very cold."
Han Qianling closed his eyes.
His assistants all knew that President Han didn't like people being too close to him, and he was even more insensitive to physical contact. Aside from the courtesy handshake, he barely makes physical contact with anyone.
However, at this moment, Han Qianling actually let Luo Jiujiang warm him with the temperature of his palm.
In the darkness, the two maintained a slightly awkward posture, and Han Qianling acquiesced that Luo Jiujiang put his palm on his life gate.
When he opened his mouth, his muscles synchronously transmitted the vibration of his vocal cords to Luo Jiujiang's palm, which was placed on the back of his neck, causing his skin to itch slightly.
"During the day, I talked to you about jewelry and jade." Han Qianling said softly.
"I remember. You also told me about the process of diamonds from being discovered to being fully promoted to the world as a marital accessory."
"Yes." Han Qianling said carefully, "the bond between diamonds and love is just a concept. In fact, in human history, whether it is the formation of religion or the establishment of a country, for some kind of insistence on life and death, it is also It's just a 'concept' that people are willing to abide by and decide to embrace."
Luo Jiujiang listened patiently.
"I used to think that those feelings—the love that was deliberately contrasted with diamonds and praised by thousands of people, was also such a concept." Han Qianling said in a low voice.
Han Qianling paused, as if his throat was itchy, and he coughed unnaturally.
"Jiujiang, I used to think so," he repeated.
He can only reveal his secret past in the night when he can't see the five fingers, so he admits the moment when he is tempted, and only uses the most euphemistic expression.
Han Qianling didn't mention the temperature of Luo Jiujiang's palm, how hot it was at that moment, it burned into his heart like fire. He only said that he once had a radical idea, and that idea was wrong.
He has never believed in love before, and naturally he is even more reluctant to admit that there will be love at first sight in the world.
Until the darkest night, Luo Jiujiang lit up his eyes like sparks.