There is a kind of illusion in ancient legends called "Blind Eyes", which can make a person or an object change into another appearance, which is enough to turn the fake into the real, but once it is called through, it will immediately restore its original appearance. Wen Heng now wondered if he was also caught in Xue Qinglan's blindfold. How puzzled he was in the past, how suddenly he is now, those details that he unintentionally caught and easily slipped away were clearly the clues to uncover the whole blindfold. , but he missed the opportunity again and again, until he was awakened by the unconscious Xue Qinglan, and finally cleared the fog.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Wen Heng stared at his face, his palms brushed over his trembling eyelashes, and after the huge shock dissipated, there was an indescribable depression. He thought blankly, "Did I let you down?"
Xue Qinglan was in a daze for several days, and occasionally woke up during this period, but it was very short-lived, as if he was caught in a nightmare in his sleep, and he couldn't lift his eyelids. He could only feel Wen Heng patiently passing the rice soup and medicinal soup one by one. Sometimes the body suddenly becomes cold, and there will be a warm current pouring in from the back of the heart, suppressing the chaotic cold for him. I don't know what method Wen Heng used, but the frequency of cold attacks in his body became lower and lower, and the originally weak zhenqi accumulated, like water retreating and exposing the rocks at the bottom of the river. The darkly injured and dried up meridians were warmed up by Wen Heng's strong and warm internal force at first, but then his own internal force began to work, and he gradually regained control over his limbs and bones, and finally woke up one day and struggled to open his eyes. .
It was late at night when he woke up. Wen Heng was about to turn off the lights and fell asleep when his hands trembled when he said "Brother Heng". Xue Qinglan only felt a flower in front of him, and saw him leaning down, his long hair flowing like water from his shoulders to his chest, and the dim candlelight cast a soft halo on his eyebrows, like an ancient painting that has passed through the ages. .
"Wake up? How are you feeling?"
Although Xue Qinglan was still weak, her internal injuries gradually healed and she was much better than when she was just injured. She stretched out her hand to help him sit up and asked, "Where is this?"
He looked around and saw that the room was very large, but the furnishings were unfamiliar. He was lying in the gauze tent on the bed, wearing a clean white shirt, a soft quilt on his body, and another pillow next to him. The room was filled with a faint medicinal scent, but because Wen Heng was sleeping beside him, there was a faint scent of green bamboo lingering in the tent, like his silent companionship.
"I rented a small yard in Wuning City." Wen Heng observed his expression and saw that Xue Qinglan was untouched, he probably forgot his sleepiness in the carriage, "You have slept for nearly five days, and you look good today. It's better, is your injury getting better? Is your chest still hurting?"
Xue Qinglan lowered his head and opened the front of his clothes, glanced at his chest, saw the dark purple palm print faded, leaving only a layer of gray marks, shook his head and said, "It doesn't hurt, I'm much better, Brother Heng, thank you."
If it was normal, Wen Heng would have told him to eat the word of thanks on the spot, but today after hearing this sentence, he didn't say a word for a long time, after pondering for a while, Fang asked, "Are you hungry? Go and cook a bowl of porridge for you to feed your hunger."
Xue Qinglan hurriedly said, "I'm not hungry, don't bother me at night."
Wen Heng pressed his stomach through a single layer of clothing, then gathered his long hair again, stood up and said, "No trouble. Just wait for me, it will be fine soon."
The water and rice in the kitchen are all ready-made. Wen Heng quickly set up a pot and boiled the water. He thought the taste was monotonous, so he peeled a few chestnuts and threw them in to cook with the rice. The fire in the stove was pulsing, and he was slowly stirring the porridge in his hands, but he was obviously absent-minded, and there was a rare dazed look in his eyes.
These five days were enough for Wen Heng to think over every detail related to Xue Qinglan over the past seven years. He was very patient and very cautious, so some things that puzzled him in the past finally had an answer: for example, why did he When I saw Xue Qinglan, I felt familiar at first sight. Another example was why Xue Qinglan was very withdrawn back then, but he was willing to sacrifice himself for the person he had just met for a while.
But at the same time, he realized that Xue Qinglan was deliberately hiding this matter from him—for seven years—there were some lucky reasons behind it, but it was more of a hidden and profound pain that no one could complain about. When he opened his mouth, he would inevitably encounter these wounds, and even forcibly tear open the scars that he had hidden.
Xue Qinglan has always been a very independent person from childhood to adulthood. At best, he has a right mind, but at worst, he is stubborn. When it comes to major events, he will always go his own way, not discussing with anyone, let alone listening to persuasion. And Wen Heng was able to realize this precisely because he himself had similar characteristics. He was someone who escaped from the wind and snow, so he knew better than anyone that Xue Qinglan's "independence" was not a bad thing. On the contrary, for those who licked blood, they were not arbitrary and sometimes arrogant. way to survive in a cruel environment.
Therefore, he was not sure what statement he should use and what attitude he should use to recognize Xue Qinglan, so that he was careful enough not to shake the foundation of his standing, nor to hurt his branches.
While he was thinking about it, the door behind him turned, and there was a sound of "squeak". Wen Heng looked back and found that Xue Qinglan was wearing his robe and was walking in slowly leaning against the wall. He hurriedly put down the spoon, stepped forward to hold the person, and the moment he spoke, his tone was soft like a wave of water: "Why did you walk out by yourself? You are just right, be careful and work harder. The porridge needs to be boiled for a while, and the smoke is smoldering here. Liao, I'll accompany you back to lie down, okay?"
Xue Qinglan held his hand and laughed in a low voice: "Brother Heng, you are too careful, am I made of paper, and it will shatter when I touch it?"
His words just hit Wen Heng's mind, Wen Heng stared at him condemningly, his eyes seemed to be asking "otherwise", Xue Qinglan couldn't help laughing, and comforting him: "I don't run around, I don't I'll make trouble for you, just watch you here for a while, after all, I haven't seen you for five days, so it's weird."
Wen Heng stared at him helplessly, and had no choice but to say: "It seems that it's really good, and I'm in the mood to entertain me again—that's all, come here as you please, the kitchen is stuffy, I'll go and take care of me. The window is open."
As he said that, he turned around and pushed open the wooden window on the east wall. The cool breeze of early autumn was rustling, and the sultry smoke in the house was instantly diluted. Xue Qinglan looked out the window and saw two lush green trees planted in the courtyard. The fruit was fruitful, and it was really gratifying. He asked with a smile, "Is there a jujube tree in the yard? It's so good."
Wen Heng straightened the front of his clothes and tucked the neckline more tightly to avoid being caught in the wind: "I asked someone to find a small yard for me after I arrived in Wuning. These two jujube trees felt very good, so I rented this place."
Xue Qinglan nodded with a smile, looked out the window again, and there seemed to be a bit of distant disappointment in his eyes: "So that's the case, do you like jujube trees?"
"I can't say I like it." Wen Heng's hand arranging the front of his clothes paused slightly, just stopped at his heart, and then he said in a calm and sincere tone like gossip: "I just remembered that you and I became attached back then, and it was under such a jujube tree. "
Xue Qinglan suddenly turned her head to look back, her heart almost jumped out of her throat, and her voice suddenly split: "You—"
"Well, I see."
Wen Heng gently pressed his heart, feeling that his heartbeat was almost beating on his palm, and immediately said solemnly: "Exhale slowly, don't worry. Don't panic, your internal injury is just right, don't get too excited. ."
Xue Qinglan's eyes darkened for a moment, and he realized later that his blood was surging just now under the agitation of his mind. However, his heart stopped beating, and he was still panicking. He didn't even dare to raise his eyes to look at Wen Heng, his throat was sour: "How did you find out?"
"When you were in a coma a few days ago, you missed your mouth." Wen Heng sighed, "It's also my fault that I have no eyeballs.
Xue Qinglan understood after thinking about it. He probably accidentally revealed his traces in his sleep delirium when he was burning in a daze, and Wen Heng was so smart. As long as he had a little reminder, he could immediately follow the clues and guess eight/nine out of ten. .
"You probably don't know that you have face blindness. You told me before that you can distinguish between me and A Que, and you won't treat me as him." He grabbed Wen Heng's hand that he didn't have time to let go of, obviously wanting to He laughed and joked, but for some reason, as soon as he opened his mouth, tears rolled down like balls of tears, "Even Mr. Fan recognized me, but you were the only one who didn't recognize me. I wanted to keep this secret. , I will tell you suddenly one day, I will startle you... I didn't expect to be frightened by you... "
When he bowed his head and sobbed, he was more like the Aque of the past. He had a huge grievance in his heart but he couldn't say it. He would only swallow all the pain silently. Wen Heng's heart throbbed as the tears were hot, and he couldn't help but wanted to do something to coax him, even if it was to feed him a piece of candy and sweeten him for a while.
"It's my fault, I should have found you earlier... Ah Que."
He gently lifted Xue Qinglan's chin, lowered his head and kissed it down, kissing from the corner of his tearful eyes to the soft lips, and the tip of his tongue melted the taste of bitter tears.
The night wind blew through the courtyard, the branches and leaves rustled, and occasionally there was a muffled sound. It was the ripe dates falling from the branches, and the little sparrows that built their nests on the branches woke up, chirping like a babble—
The candlelight illuminated the two people embracing each other, and a vague silhouette was reflected on the ground, extending all the way to the shade of the jujube tree, like a trek that started in the winter snow, and finally settled in the autumn wind.
All kinds of the past have been fulfilled.