This day happened to be Laba. According to the usual practice in previous years, the lady in charge would personally bring people to cook porridge and distribute it to the disciples of the various peaks, hoping for a safe year in the coming year. Han Ziqi had no thoughts, took the opportunity to take the job, and brought two little disciples, took the initiative to carry the food box to Yuquan Peak.
She first went to Songhe Hall to visit Qin Ling, and then delivered porridge to four direct disciples, and finally there was only one Shanjiyuan left. Han Ziqi entered the door with a smile, only to find that there were only three disciples in the courtyard. Only when she asked, did she know that Wen Heng went out to practice swordsmanship early in the morning and has not returned yet.
Han Ziqi rolled her eyes and said to the crowd, "Senior brothers, wait, I'll go find Junior Brother Yue Chi, and if I see it, I'll tell him to come back."
She was always in the eyes of everyone, and they all knew that she was a little different to Wen Heng. Naturally, they couldn't say it, they only laughed and said, "Thank you, my sister and sister, for thinking about us."
Han Ziqi once bumped into Wen Heng practicing swordsmanship in the back mountain, guessed that he should still be there, followed the old memory all the way to find it, and sure enough, he heard a rustling wind not far away. With joy in her heart, she quickened her pace, and was about to raise her voice to call someone, but she heard another young man's voice rang out first, calling "Senior Brother".
Han Ziqi suddenly stopped.
The sound of sword qi breaking into the wind stopped, and Wen Heng's tone was a gentle one she had never heard before: "Well, why don't you understand?"
Han Ziqi dodged and hid behind a big tree, looked out through the gap, and saw an open space outside the forest. Xue Qinglan and Wen Heng were standing together, both holding swords. .
Xue Qinglan asked: "This type of vertical sword slashing is very powerful, but if the other party anticipates the opportunity and sideways to avoid it, I can't take it back, how should I deal with it?"
"That's a good question." Wen Heng said, "If this formula can be seen through, it is indeed a big flaw, but it is not without solutions. Let's try it out."
Xue Qinglan raised the sword and stepped forward according to the words. The two quickly took a few moves with the sword. Wen Heng said, "Come on!" Swinging the sword straight down, Xue Qinglan immediately turned sideways to avoid it. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xue Qinglan immediately picked up a move of "middle stream hitting the water", intending to stop Wen Heng halfway, but Wen Heng's sword did not fall to the end. A slight bump on the chest acupuncture point.
Xue Qinglan never imagined that he would come with such a hand, and his body was suddenly numb, his legs were weak, and he fell backwards. Wen Heng quickly brought him back with his eyes and hands, and couldn't help but say, "I'm sorry, I was careless for a while and my hands were heavy."
This divine stroke just hit Xue Qinglan's acupuncture point. If he really used his internal strength, he could put it on the spot. It was because Wen Heng deliberately withdrew his strength, which made him unable to move for a while. Xue Qinglan was weak in his arms, so angry that he didn't care about anyone: "What kind of sword move is this!"
Wen Heng's eyes were full of smiles, he took away the sword in his hand, bent over naturally and picked him up, and placed it on a large flat stone next to him.
Han Ziqi watched this scene with her eyes helplessly, with a strange feeling in her heart. Her memory was still in the first time she met, and she always felt that the two of them were a little tired and tilted their heads. Wen Heng, however, hadn't left yet, and stayed by Xue Qinglan's side, while he stretched out his arms to keep him from falling, while teaching him how to use his power to clear the acupuncture points, and pointed out: "The way of using the sword lies in the unity of the human and the sword, not only to If you can use a sword, you can also use a scabbard hilt, fingers, wrists, shoulders and elbows, and even if you don’t have a sword in your hand, but you have a sword in your heart, if every part of your body can be used as a sharp weapon, do you still worry that others will find your flaws?”
Xue Qinglan closed his eyes for a moment of luck, the feeling of soreness gradually disappeared, and his whole body consciousness recovered immediately. He got up from Wen Heng and said helplessly: "Thank you for what you said, brother, who can think of this other than you? I will wait for mortals to connect If you don't understand the sword, don't think about 'you have a sword in your heart'."
Wen Heng was amused by him, stretched out his hand and handed it to him, saying, "Okay, get up when you've had enough rest, today Laba, go back early and cook a bowl of porridge to warm up your body."
The tenderness in his actions was almost dazzling, and he was not as strange as the younger brother Yue Chi that Han Ziqi knew.
Since Wen Heng joined the Chunjun faction, he has always been alone, hanging high, and his words and deeds are all indifferent, making his life on Yuquan Peak a lonely place. Over the years, even among the brothers and sisters in the same sect, I have never seen him explain the swordsmanship to anyone in such detail, let alone hug anyone.
Han Ziqi also had fantasies in her heart, and she offered to him over and over again, but never got a response. Wen Heng was so ruthless for a time that she thought that this person didn't know what love was at all, but now she realized that it wasn't because they didn't know how, but because she wasn't worthy.
But how could a mere Xue Qinglan get his green eyes and be treated tenderly by him
The Qi Si in Han Ziqi's heart had been smothered by Wen Heng over and over again, but it was not as complete as this time. After all, she is a girl who is not familiar with the world. What she has seen and heard today is beyond her understanding. She was in a state of turmoil for a while.
She didn't even go to Shanjiyuan to call the two little disciples, and returned to the main peak in a hurry.
Wen Heng and Xue Qinglan didn't even notice that someone was coming and going. Seeing that it was getting late, the two of them were about to go home, but they didn't go very far when Xue Qinglan suddenly stopped and said behind him a moment later, "Senior brother, it's snowing. already."
In the dim sky with gray clouds, small snow beads like salt grains fell down finely, hovering on the ends of the eyelashes and hair, and instantly turned into water droplets. At this moment, the sound of the wind was still, and all the sounds between heaven and earth were silent, the sky was vast and boundless, only the fine snow was flying, as if the world was frozen.
It's snowing again in the beginning of the year.
From today, it is the fourth year since he lost his parents and relatives.
This sky often appeared in Wen Heng's nightmares, sometimes with blood all over his eyes, sometimes with blazing fire, and more often it was just a deserted field. There is a small black spot on the horizon in the distance. It seems to be Tianshou City, and it seems to be Runing City. As he trudges through the white snow, he always feels that he has lost something important, but he will never get there. The place.
Every time I wake up from a dream, no matter where I am, I still feel the bitter cold.
He stood in a daze, staring at the sky, not like enjoying the scenery, but as if he was caught by something. Xue Qinglan noticed the difference, walked closer, and asked in a low voice, "Senior brother?"
"Um?"
Wen Heng suddenly returned to his senses, his eyes disappeared blankly, his eyes fell into Xue Qinglan's eyes, but he saw him tiptoe a little, and raised his hand to brush the fine snow on his head and shoulders for him.
His focused appearance made Wen Heng think of A Que unexpectedly. The melancholy that had been floating in these years suddenly came to fruition, and even the snowy sky had a desolate meaning.
"Wandering?" Xue Qinglan asked softly.
"yes."
Wen Heng's eyes were soft and far-reaching, very beautiful, but covered with a layer of unspeakable sadness, Xue Qinglan suddenly forgot what day and night it was, and asked in his voice, "What did you think of?"
With his usual way of doing things, there is absolutely no such question, but the heavy snow seemed to separate them from the world for a short time, making him willingly take off the shackles and take a cautious step towards the opposite side.
Wen Heng silently brushed the snow off his shoulders, Xue Qinglan thought he was unwilling to answer, but heard Wen Heng say: "Three years ago, there was a little kid by my side." He gestured at Xue Qinglan's waist, "Probably this tall. , thin and small, not as handsome as you, and quite handsome. But like you, I always don't have enough to eat."
Xue Qinglan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Nonsense, when will I not have enough to eat?"
Wen Heng smiled lightly, mocking himself a bit. Without answering his words, he said to himself: "I may be born to see that others cannot get enough to eat. The first time I saw him was in a temple. He stole dates from the tree in the guest house, like a little gray sparrow, I thought he was pitiful, so I forcibly left him."
"At that time, I said to him that if you follow me, you can eat and wear warmly, and you don't have to starve, freeze, or wander around. He believed it, and I thought things in the world would turn out as I wished. Who knew that the next day, a sudden noise came from outside. After the terrible news of my family's destruction, I started to run for my life, but I didn't do anything I promised. He followed me and slept in the open air, and suffered a lot."
"and after?"
"After escaping for more than ten days, I became seriously ill and was dying. He ventured into the city to buy medicine for me. He worked hard to bring the medicine back, but unfortunately he died at the hands of evil people."
Xue Qinglan froze and asked strangely, "He... your little friend has passed away?"
Wen Heng's thoughts were still immersed in his memories, and he didn't notice his expression: "After the incident, I asked people to go back to find them. The medicine hall he went to and the inn next to him were burned to a white area."
"… "
"It was snowing the day he left," Xue Qinglan asked cautiously, "or did my brother think of him when he looked at me?"
"There was a snow disaster that winter, and it snowed all the way when I was fleeing, so when it snowed at the beginning of the year, I couldn't help but think of old things." Wen Heng looked down at him and smiled lightly, "Don't worry about it. The old friend is gone, you are You, he is him, there is only one similarity in saying that, I will not admit that I am wrong."
Xue Qinglan: "...Oh."
He was silent for a moment, and asked Wen Heng reluctantly, "It's really only a little similar?"
Wen Heng was full of melancholy, and was disturbed by his question. Afraid that he would be overhearted, he had to explain: "What I said is similar, you both like to climb trees. As for the rest, they are not very similar. He cried a lot when he was a kid, and he wasn't picky eaters."
Xue Qinglan, who doesn't like to cry and is a picky eater: "Nonsense, when did I become picky eaters?"
Wen Heng: "Do you like red dates?"
Xue Qinglan was speechless.
"I also want him to grow up to the same age as you safely." Wen Heng stroked Xue Qinglan's hair and said earnestly, "But things can't be reversed, fantasy is useless, sustenance is useless, if I mix you up To be one body, doesn't it not only blaspheme him, but also fail you?"
Therefore, he silently swallowed all his grief and thought, and did not care for outsiders. He would rather feel the pain in his heart every snowy time, and would not compromise or forget.
To be cared by such a person, even if it only occupies a square inch of space, it is enough to withstand hundreds of calamities.
Xue Qinglan's eyes were hot for no reason, for fear of losing her temper, she hurriedly blinked her eyes to bear it, and pulled Wen Heng's sleeves to change the subject: "It's snowing heavily, didn't you say you have to go back to cook porridge? Mingzhou is only Laba, I don't know your side yet. What a custom."
While the two were standing and talking, many snowflakes had fallen on their shoulders, and a thin layer of snow had accumulated on the ground. Wen Heng knew that he didn't want to mention any more sad things, so he followed his words and said, "Okay, then go back."
The mountains in the distance stretched long, the snow curtain was shaky, and the two lines of footprints on the ground stretched to the end of the woods, and were covered by fresh snow again, spreading out a spotless white.