This inn is not large, but the staff is diligent and quick. When Wen Heng went upstairs, the guy behind him was holding a copper basin, a hand towel, etc., while he was carrying a lacquer box in his hand. When he opened it, there was a bowl of hot chicken noodle soup and a few dishes of side dishes. Xue Qinglan knew who wrote it at first sight, and ironed it in her heart, but she couldn't help but say, "Why bother so much at night."
"It's easy to say." Wen Heng gave him a pair of chopsticks, "If you can be honest, you won't have any trouble."
Xue Qinglan didn't eat two bites of dinner, and Wen Heng was afraid that he would be hungry, so he asked the back kitchen to simmer chicken soup on the stove, preparing him to wake up at night to eat a hot meal. The noodles are fresh, the hot soup is fresh and mellow, it can warm from the throat all the way to the stomach, and the chills that cannot be deposited are washed away. Although times have changed, the seasons and locations are different, but when Xue Qinglan looked at the people sitting under the lights through the hazy heat, she suddenly realized that she was still the silhouette of a teenager on Yueying Mountain.
"See what I'm doing?" Wen Heng raised his eyelids and said lazily, "Eat well, don't get distracted."
Xue Qinglan sometimes suspects that Wen Heng has been locked up for too long, forgetting the changes in the world, and treats him as a teenage child. Every day, he has endless worries like an old father.
He drank the last sip of soup in the warm candlelight, put the tableware in the box, cleaned his hands, and brought white cloth spirits to bandage Wen Heng's wound.
Wen Heng undressed and exposed one shoulder. The sword wound there had already begun to close, but today it burst open again because Wen Heng and the Nine Masters started. Xue Qinglan wet the old cloth belt with water and carefully opened it. Seeing a bright red and swollen area underneath, she took a breath and frowned, "The weather is hot, the wound is not healed well, and it is somewhat festering. Remember these days. You can't pull it any more, otherwise the wound will die, and it's hard to say whether this arm can be saved."
Wen Heng frowned, as if the injury was not on him, and Xianxin deliberately teased him: "Yes, follow the teachings of Young Master Xue."
Xue Qinglan didn't have time to pay attention to him, staring at the wound with a dignified expression, as if encountering a thorny problem, hesitantly said: "Your injury... You have to re-open the wound and squeeze out the pus and blood before you can re-bandage."
"Then cut it open." Wen Heng said indifferently, "I'm not afraid of pain, you can just let it go."
Xue Qinglan glanced at him, wanted to say something but held it back. After thinking for a moment, she stretched out her foot and hooked a spittoon to the bottom of the stool, took the bottle of spirits she had prepared earlier, and said, "I'm offended."
Wen Heng thought that he was going to wash the wound with strong wine, and was mentally prepared to endure the pain, but Xue Qinglan brought it over and took a sip, rinsed it, spit it out, and leaned over to suck the swollen red and swollen scar on his arm.
"Qinglan!"
Wen Heng was stunned, and subconsciously wanted to push him away to stand up, but Xue Qinglan's hand on his shoulder pressed down unquestionably, pressed him firmly on the stool, turned his head to spit out a mouthful of pus and blood, and lowered himself. He shouted, "Don't move!"
The wound was soaked with the strong wine on his lips, and the stinging pain burned along his right arm, making half of his body almost unconscious, but he could clearly feel the soft lips and tongue and the warm breath, and the faint aroma of wine floated along with him. In the air, you don't need to be drunk, but it's enough to make you feel so excited that you suddenly forget what it is today.
Xue Qinglan spat out another mouthful of blood and bowed her head again. Wen Heng accidentally glanced at him and saw his cheeks redden to the base of his ears. He didn't know if he was drunk or ashamed. The fingers on his shoulders clenched unconsciously. , as if competing with himself. Wen Heng was in pain from his grip, which shows how much strength he used.
He had only been isolated from the world for four years, and he was not born in a secluded valley all his life. Wen Heng was very clear about some things, but he never took the initiative to think about it, and he never expected that it would happen to him one day.
He thought that he was alienated from others, and that he had a long-standing hatred in his heart, and he had no time to distract himself from the love of his children, but he had reached this stage, and he was even reluctant to push Xue Qinglan away. What about the turbulent still waters
Wen Heng sighed silently, relaxed his tense shoulders, thought for a while, then raised his left hand and carefully wrapped around Xue Qinglan's thin and slightly arched back.
As long as the hands and feet are neat, cleaning the wound does not take a lot of time. Xue Qinglan sucked up the pus and blood, wiped off his blood with strong alcohol, applied the wound medicine, and carefully wrapped it with a clean white cloth, and you were done. Wen Hengxu held his back, and when he was ready, he immediately handed him a tea cup to rinse his mouth.
The shochu was so powerful that Xue Qinglan just didn't swallow it, and felt that the spirit of the drink was going straight to the sky, and the corners of her eyes were red from the burning. He didn't think so much about Wen Heng's wounds, he just wanted to make him suffer less, but when things were done, he roared with embarrassment and embarrassment. He didn't even dare to raise his head to look at Wen Heng, because he was afraid that he would get to the bottom of things and have to investigate it, but also worried that he was disgusted in his heart and regarded himself as such a frivolous person.
The whole room was filled with an uncomfortable atmosphere. Wen Heng put his clothes together, and when he saw Xue Qinglan standing stiffly at the table, he seemed to be at a loss. Telling him bluntly that he doesn't have to do this kind of thing for himself, I'm afraid I'll live up to his deep friendship. It's easy to talk, but it's well-spoken and doesn't hurt people, but it's like walking on ice, if you don't pay attention, you will smash something. When Wen Heng pondered, he finally reached out and squeezed lightly on his smooth cheek, saying, "My face is all red, so I still learn to go out to drink like this, eh?"
He flipped the matter lightly, and although he didn't thank him, the meaning in his attitude was clearly to say that the two of them had a relationship, and there was no need to mention a word of thanks for such a thing. This is a deeper love than what it said. Xue Qinglan's heart suddenly loosened, he pulled his hand down and put it away, and said with a smile, "Isn't it just like drinking plain water when you drink, what's the fun in it? Now that you are healed, I will accompany you to have a good drink, and you will understand." After finishing the table, he said goodbye: "I won't bother you any more, Brother Heng, rest early, and turn over at night to be more careful. , don't press the wound."
Wen Heng asked, "Can you still sleep when you go back?"
Xue Qinglan was stunned for a moment, and just remembered the reason why she came here. Every time he fell asleep in the middle of the night, the chills on his body would break out, and his hands and feet cramped from the cold, and his whole body spasmed. When he was good, he could wake up on his own. Therefore, sleeping is a rest for ordinary people, but for Xue Qinglan, it is no less than walking a tightrope on the edge of a cliff. Over the years, his illness has gotten worse, but he didn't want Wen Heng to worry, so he gave a vague "um" and pretended to be okay, "Didn't you just use your qi to help me sort it out? It should be fine."
Wen Heng didn't eat his set, and snorted coldly: "It's better to believe in ghosts than to believe in your 'should'. Stay here tonight and sleep with me, and I'll let you go back tomorrow if it's all right."
Xue Qinglan laughed: "How can this be done, it's not a child, how can there be a reason for two big men to squeeze a bed?"
Wen Heng said: "What does it have to do with age? I was not afraid when I was young, but when I grow up, I am afraid. What can I do to you? Go and get a pillow."
Xue Qinglan couldn't beat him, and he had a little selfishness, so he did what he said and hugged the pillow and quilt next door. It didn't take long for the guy to go upstairs to deliver hot water again. After washing up, the two went to bed one after another. Xue Qinglan was inside and Wen Heng was outside, covering a quilt together, which was the way he used to sleep in the small courtyard of Yueying Mountain.
Wen Heng's right arm was injured, so he only wrapped his left arm around him. The body temperature spread through the single clothes, and the bed was quickly heated. For a while, the shadows of candles flickered outside the curtain, the rain was pattering outside the window, and the pillow was breathing for a long time. In the night, there were finally no more human-devouring beasts lurking, shrouded wearily.
Xue Qinglan turned to Wen Heng, secretly opened a gap in his eyelids, and saw his vague outline in the dim light and shadow. Wen Heng is a man with trimmed eyebrows, phoenix eyes and high nose and lips. His contours are too sharp, so he is very cold when his face is expressionless. The gentle look on this person's eyes when he looked down - apart from Wen Heng, there is no other person in this world who can give him such a heavy and quiet tenderness.
But what does he mean to Wen Heng
Xue Qinglan closed her eyes again and let out a light breath that was indiscernible. The movement was almost silent, but Wen Heng's hand on his waist clapped twice, as if making a noise. The child closed his eyes and asked, "Just peek at me while I'm sleeping. What do you mean by sighing? Where am I so dissatisfied with Young Master Xue?"
Xue Qinglan was scratched by him, and he immediately laughed and rolled towards him. Wen Heng put him in his arms, half-opened his eyes and stared at him: "I'm making a fuss again now, still not sleeping?"
Xue Qinglan leaned on his shoulder and said lazily, "I just got tired, but I can't sleep now."
Wen Heng sighed: "It's too delicate, you can't even hold it while you sleep, you have to figure out how to coax it. After all, what do you want me to do?"
Xue Qinglan thought for a while, because she had never been coaxed before, and couldn't think of anything for a while, she only said, "It's still like when I was a child, Brother Heng, just say a few words."
"say what?"
"Just say whatever is on your mind."
Wen Heng chuckled softly and said, "I was thinking about Xingcheng. If I say it, I'm afraid you'll be too annoyed to sleep, or I'll give you some internal training? This will definitely work quickly."
Xue Qinglan bumped his forehead against his shoulder: "Don't listen!"
With how much strength he can use, Wen Heng felt like a kitten slapped his paw softly, and his chest trembled with laughter: "If you can't sleep, you plan to knock yourself out, but it's not a solution, I'm afraid that an egg will be put on your forehead tomorrow. A big bag makes it difficult to go out and meet people."
He is also very good at running people, Xue Qinglan kicked him lightly under the quilt before he could talk. It was strange to say that the two of them chatted with each other, and it didn't take long for sleepiness to arise spontaneously, quickly occupying his mind, Wen Heng was still talking here, while Xue Qinglan over there seemed to be afraid of light. He buries his head sideways in his shoulders, already falling asleep.
As soon as Wen Heng's voice stopped, he seemed to be aware and asked in a daze, "Brother Heng?"
Wen Heng raised the quilt for him and replied gently, "It's here."
Xue Qinglan was wrapped in warmth all over her body, so sleepy she couldn't even open her eyes, she still insisted on muttering indistinctly: "Don't go..."
"Okay, don't go." Wen Heng lowered his head and touched the tip of his nose lightly on the top of his hair, with extreme restraint and nostalgia, "I'm with you, just sleep."