After sending Liao Changxing away, Xue Qinglan felt more at ease, then turned to Wen Heng and said, "Why do you need to be so careful?"
"Be careful not to make a big mistake, life is important." Wen Heng raised his hand to open the food box on the table, looked at the contents, and asked, "Why don't you eat? How long has it been?"
Xue Qinglan replied indifferently, "I forgot."
Wen Heng didn't say much. He fastened the lid of the box, opened the window and glanced at it, and asked, "Where's your master?"
Xue Qinglan pointed to a lighted room in the west wing: "I'm in retreat and refining medicine, tell me not to disturb him, it looks like I'll be busy all night."
"That's good." Wen Heng said, "Pack up a few changes of clothes, hold a pillow, put on the food box, and follow me."
"what?"
"Do you want to sleep with me on a pillow tonight?" Wen Heng pushed his shoulders, turned him around, and urged casually, "Come on."
Xue Qinglan was sent by him to pack things in a daze. Wen Heng's eyelids could not be lifted. He glanced lazily at the brightly lit west wing. The corners of his originally upturned mouth suddenly became straight. At that moment, he hid in the window pane. The look in the shadows was so cold that it was almost intimidating. However, this expression was fleeting when he turned around. When Xue Qinglan turned around, he had closed the window and stood in front of the window with his arms folded like a young master, asking, "Have you finished cleaning up?"
Xue Qinglan packed up a small bag, tied it in a knot and carried it in her hand, and was about to get the food box, but Wen Heng took it first: "I'm here, I'm leaving."
The two went all the way unimpeded and returned to the yard where Wen Heng lived. He didn't return for two consecutive days, and the house was as cold as a snow cave, but after the fire was lit, the heat quickly filled the whole house. Wen Heng took out the vegetables in the food box and heated them again, and then cooked a thick pot of red dates and millet porridge, forcing Xue Qinglan to drink two bowls to ward off the cold.
Wen Heng hadn't eaten for two days, so he didn't dare to eat too much, so he just drank slowly with a bowl of porridge, while dismantling the secret thoughts tonight to Xue Qinglan.
He spent three years on Yueying Mountain, and he thought he had forgotten his ability to guess people's hearts and intrigue, but he didn't expect to think too much. It became his first weapon to show up.
Xue Qinglan listened to what he said, fine sweat dripping from the tip of her forehead and nose. The heat and satiety made her sleepy, but she kept her eyelids and asked, "Senior brother, since you want to prove your innocence, put it in the underground palace directly. It's enough if you don't make it clear, why bother? They know that what was stolen is a fake sword, so they don't waste their time."
Wen Heng glanced at him and smiled: "Can you still hear me when I explain it now? It's useless to stop talking about it. Don't be in a hurry, roll in the dirt pit for a day, and I'll give you a pot. Hot water, at least wipe it off before going to sleep."
Xue Qinglan was so sleepy that she couldn't turn her head, Wen Heng said nothing. He scrubbed himself clean with the last bit of energy, and he didn't even feel ashamed to share the bed with Wen Heng, and fell asleep almost as soon as he touched the pillow.
Wen Heng knew better than anyone why he didn't sleep for the past two days. He shook off the quilt and tucked it in tightly to Xue Qinglan, then wrung out his long half-wet hair for him and put it to the pillow, while he lightly packed the dishes, washed, and then put a brazier on it. at the end of the bed. After finishing everything, he went to bed with his clothes and lay down beside Xue Qinglan.
Wen Heng slept in the cave for a long time, and then received Gu Chuifang's teaching, his physical strength greatly improved, and now he is not tired.
Leaving aside the incident of stealing the sword, the adventure in the underground palace was incredible. Although Gu Chuifang did not explicitly say that this matter should not be publicized, Wen Heng had to keep an eye on it.
He has heard of the name "Danghai Hanging Sword", and he has also heard all kinds of speculations about Gu Chuifang's disappearance. Now it seems that 30 years of self-proclaimed is the strangest ending.
The argument that the apprentice escaped from stealing the sword and the master felt guilty and punished himself is not very credible. Wen Heng speculated from ordinary people's thinking that Gu Chuifang was only in his thirties when the Chunjun sword was stolen. He could go down the mountain to hunt down the traitor himself, and maybe he would be able to catch him back. Why did he lock himself up instead, wasting time for no reason, so that Chun Junjian is still out of the world? And listening to Gu Chuifang's meaning, the Chunjun faction did not rush to find it after losing the sword, but ingeniously made a fake sword, pretending that nothing had happened - can the treasure of the town school be so fooled
What is even more suspicious is Chunjun's attitude towards Gu Chuifang over the past 30 years. There are seven peaks in Yueying Mountain, but Linqiu Peak is designated as a forbidden area. Most of the disciples in the sect do not know the reason. The elders and seniors rarely mention Linqiufeng and the elders of the previous generation, which makes Wen Heng have to doubt. Is Gu Chuifang as innocent as he has shown? Is it his self-proclaimed self-appointment or imprisonment for the past 30 years? Could it be to prevent him from contacting the outside world, so as not to do anything detrimental to the Chunjun faction
All kinds of thoughts were intertwined in his mind, and there was something suspicious about how he thought about it. Wen Heng could conclude that Gu Chuifang must not have revealed the whole truth, but what was hidden by him, the answer may only be found by himself.
Until the third watch, Wen Hengfang felt a little sleepy. He was just about to fall asleep when he suddenly felt the quilt beside him trembling, Xue Qinglan seemed to be extremely cold in his sleep. curled up tightly,
It was cold at night, and the heat from cooking and boiling water dissipated quickly at night. The brazier at the end of the bed could only prevent people from freezing in the house. Wen Heng was already used to this climate and didn't think it was bitter, but it was only for a short while. , Xue Qinglan was about to shrink into a shrimp, but she couldn't help shaking slightly.
Wen Heng was afraid that he would have a problem with the freezing, so he had to be rude once, opened a small slit in the quilt, and reached in to check the temperature.
The bed and quilt were all cold, not as warm as the place where Wen Heng lay, and even the front of his clothes was not stained with body temperature. I don't know what kind of physique Xue Qinglan has.
Wen Heng's place was simple and he didn't have an extra quilt to cover him, so he had to call Xue Qinglan over carefully, and the two lay face to face. He held Xue Qinglan's cold fingers on the pillow with both hands, tucked them into the quilt, and used the temperature of his palms to ease his chill. This series of small movements was a bit disturbing, and Xue Qinglan was woken up by him, and he gave a vague "um".
Wen Heng immediately lowered his voice and said, "It's okay, you sleep."
Fortunately, Xue Qinglan was so sleepy that she probably thought she was dreaming, and her hands were wrapped in warm palms again.
One dream was sunk, and the next day Xue Qinglan woke up, almost forgetting where she was. He had slept enough, but the quilt was too warm, and a familiar scent of green bamboo lingered in the warmth, extending the tail of drowsiness indefinitely, and he fell into a kind of lazy warm languid.
He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had slept in such a peaceful and undefended sleep. He only felt at ease physically and mentally, like reuniting with the spring breeze that could smooth out all the folds.
A sigh-like low smile fell from the top of his head, like a feather, and fell softly beside the pillow: "You're awake, do you want to go back to sleep?"
He laughed and his chest vibrated together, making Xue Qinglan shuddered and raised his head suddenly, almost hitting Wen Heng's chin: "Master... Senior Brother?"
Wen Heng was leaning on the head of the bed, neatly dressed, one hand was held by Xue Qinglan, and the other was wrapped around his back to hug him. Xue Qinglan didn't know where his own pillow had gone. His pillow was clearly Wen Heng's chest, and the one-person-wide quilt completely covered his shoulders and Wen Heng's waist and abdomen. The warmth that made him sleep well came from it. a person's body temperature.
Wen Heng slowly followed his thin and bulging spine, his movements were soothing, but he said, "What are you stammering, it's not Senior Brother Yue, it's Senior Brother Yue,"
Xue Qinglan was fine when she didn't notice it, but once she realized that she had slept in Wen Heng's arms all night, she immediately felt uncomfortable, even if she wanted to step back. Wen Heng exerted a little strength in his hand, continued to press him next to him, and said, "Don't move around, do you know how much work it took me to warm this bed? The heat will dissipate as soon as you go out, and then slowly get up again. "
This is not a bluff. Last night, starting from holding Xue Qinglan's hand, the small ice cube moved towards him unconsciously. At first Wen Heng let him go, but in the end there was only one edge of the bed left, and then he fell to the ground. . Wen Heng really couldn't, so he simply didn't pay attention to him. He directly lifted the quilt and hugged Xue Qinglan all over - anyway, he'd hugged him so many times before, and it wasn't this time.
The two were close enough that a quilt could barely cover them. Xue Qinglan was born with a low body temperature, and Wen Heng felt a little cold as soon as he touched his hand, but his inner breath was strong, and his true energy flowed spontaneously in his body without deliberate guidance. Gotta be warm.
Xue Qinglan seemed to be holding a warm stove, and finally calmed down in his arms, and Wen Heng was able to sleep peacefully in the second half of the night. At dawn the next day, he woke up as usual, and as soon as he moved, he realized that there was someone in his arms, and the hand he was about to take away immediately stopped. At this moment, the night has not completely faded, and the surrounding is gray and quiet. Wen Henghan is used to sleeping alone. It is the first time in these years that he wakes up beside another person. Rarely did not get up immediately, but through the faint light, Observe the sleeping Xue Qinglan.
He was wearing a faint blue and black face, and his face was quiet, not as cold and arrogant as he was when he was awake—the beauty was beautiful, the childishness was still there, and he was still a half-old child.
Wen Heng's heart softened. He had no direct siblings, and he didn't keep a single A Que when he finally met him. The encounter was so ingenious that he actually taught him to meet Xue Qinglan.
Whether as a friend or as a younger brother, Xue Qinglan gave his life to jump into the pit for a few chestnuts. He did not hesitate to promise Gu Chuifang to find the Chunjun Sword for him. No matter who runs to whom first, the fate is established, and the bond will only get deeper and deeper. . Wen Heng hadn't gotten along with children younger than him for a long time, and he didn't know what was considered "good". The only thing he could do was to extend a hand to him in time when he needed it.
Wen Heng was in a trance for a moment, and seeing that Xue Qinglan had no intention of waking up, he planned to get up and clean up first by himself. He gently supported Xue Qinglan to lie back on the pillow, propped up the bed and sat up, who would have known that they were separated for such a short time, Wen Heng didn't even pull out his other hand, and Xue Qinglan, who had lost the heat source, was wrinkled. He frowned and leaned in his direction unconsciously.
Wen Heng knew what he was doing, and he couldn't leave now. It was freezing cold, and he had no better way to do it, so he had to lie back down again, hug the clingy cub who was sleeping very tightly, and occasionally tuck the quilt for him, in order to let Xue Qinglan sleep for an extra hour. , Wen Hengjian didn't practice, and he didn't cook, so he just lay with him for an hour.
The author has something to say: It's still an iron-clad brotherhood. Start a career first and then start a family. If you don't have good martial arts, you can't get a partner.