The light was dim, and Qing Chen went into the room with a bowl of porridge. He reached out to try the temperature of the man's forehead, but stopped in mid-air, and a mask separated the distance between them coldly.
He seemed to be asleep, she hesitated for a moment, and finally gave up the idea in her mind.
He was hesitating whether to wake him up, but when he raised his eyes, he found that he had opened them at some point. There was a tired look in his dark eyes, but it couldn't conceal the coldness and deepness that seemed to be born into his bones, and the quietness looking at her.
"Ah, you're awake?" Qing Chen and him looked at each other for a while, and a feeling of being seen through the whole person arose in his heart, as if that gaze could penetrate everything, leaving no room for reservation. She gently raised her eyebrows, got up to serve the porridge: "Eat something."
The man closed his eyes and shook his head slowly.
"If you don't eat anything, you can't recover your strength, and it won't help the injury." Qing Chen persuaded.
I thought it would take some more talking, but the man only paused for a while, and closed his eyes quietly for a while, without any objection: "Okay."
Qing Chen helped him to lie up halfway, and tried the temperature of the porridge. With her wrist, the porcelain spoon touched the rim of the bowl lightly, making a slight sound, and the room was extraordinarily silent.
The man looked at her for a while, then said lightly, "The mask is for the enemy to see, take it off." There was a natural order in his voice, which was beyond doubt.
"Huh?" Qing Chen stopped what she was doing, thinking about the appearance behind the mask in her mind.
Seeing that she was not moving, the man stopped for a while, and said again: "I don't have the strength in my hands."
"Oh." Qing Chen knew that it was due to excessive blood loss, and his wound must be extremely painful now. She put the porridge beside her, feeling a little nervous for some reason, "Then I'll take it off."
The man stopped talking, Qing Chen stretched out his hand, and gently took off the mask, revealing a well-defined face, with no blood due to the injury, it looked a little pale, indifferent and calm.
Sai Pan An was not as handsome as he had imagined, but Qing Chen was stunned for a moment, as if she had seen this stern face thousands of years ago.
That moment of trance made her seem to be in a dream where time flowed and fell into an unknown reincarnation.
Looking back suddenly, the man was in a dimly lit place.
She was silent for a moment amidst the strange emotions in her heart, the darkness in her eyes reflected her figure, and a faint light passed by.
She suddenly came back to her senses, the glass of wine just now seemed to have turned into an intense warmth burning in her internal organs, making her feel slightly hot on her face, her eyes turned low to avoid his eyes, she put the mask aside, tried her best He casually reached out to test the temperature of his forehead.
The man seemed to avoid it slightly, but let her hand drop again.
It wasn't very hot. She brought the porridge, but he didn't take it.
After being puzzled for a moment, Qing Chen thought to himself that he was really careless, smiled apologetically, and brought a spoonful to his lips.
He calmly allowed her to serve him without any discomfort, and he had a kind of noble demeanor, as if it should be like this naturally.
After only drinking half a bowl of porridge, he shook his head and didn't want to drink any more. Qing Chen didn't force it, and asked, "Is there any other discomfort?"
"No." He said a calm answer, obviously mentally weak, but his gaze could still see people's eyes and heart.
"Yeah." Qing Chen didn't speak anymore, the room was very quiet all of a sudden, and once it quieted down, no one would break the atmosphere. She felt that talking with him seemed superfluous, and after drinking the medicine, not much After a while he fell into a drowsy sleep.
The moonlight outside the window was like water, and through the thin bamboo window lattice, some flower shadows shone brightly and secretly, Eleven also fell asleep lying outside, but Qing Chen was not at all tired.
She was the only one awake in the empty night, standing here so quietly, confused, and even a little fear quietly grew in the dark night, entangled her heart tightly.
She sat down in front of the bronze mirror aimlessly, picked up a comb and smoothed her shoulder-length hair, the shadow of a person was faintly reflected in the mirror, it was very strange, she was still in a trance, and she was still dreaming.
She raised her head and looked out of the window indifferently. The moon was shining brightly, shining coldly into the long night, and the clear glow and falling shadows quietly covered the bottom of her heart, bringing endless coolness and darkness.
An unspeakable feeling welled up in her heart, she really wanted to call Shi Yi up and talk to herself, so as not to think about it alone, seeing that he was sleeping so deeply, she couldn't bear to wake him up, so she found something for him to put on shoulders.
Even if you wake up Eleven, what can you say? Maybe this is really just a dream, waking up after a turn, it has never been absurd.
The person on the couch was not sleeping very soundly all the time, she walked over with light steps and reached out to cover his forehead. He didn't open his eyes like the previous few times, but frowned slightly, his hands were hot all over, and after all, he still burned.
Qing Chen stood in front of the couch with frowned eyebrows, feeling faintly worried. She thought for a while, went to the courtyard to fetch a basin of clean water, and fetched the jar of wine she found on Eleven.
In summer, the well water was bone-chillingly cold, but it was suitable for use. Qing Chen dampened a cloth towel and applied it to his forehead, and changed it later, keeping it cool repeatedly. Put the soaked cloth towel on the back of his neck and underarms, and then carefully wipe his body with wine, hoping to see results.
She had never taken care of a patient like this before, and she felt a little flustered for a while. When he rolled up the man's sleeve, something slid down his wrist. Looking at it by the candlelight, it was a string of black Buddhist beads. Qing Chen immediately recognized that it was a string of extremely pure obsidian, with a dull luster, and each bead had double-sided rainbow eyes, which were very rare among this kind of gemstones.
She looked down at the tourmaline on her wrist, and thought of the so-called Nine-Turn Linglong Formation, and the mysterious witchcraft forbidden technique, maybe these crystal gems could be the way to send her back, she had some hope.
The man suddenly moved slightly, and Qing Chen was afraid that he would unknowingly turn over and move his wound, so he hurriedly stretched out his hand to press his hand, but when he touched his finger, he held it and refused to let go.
She tried to twitch, and felt that he was holding it very tightly, as if he was enduring some kind of pain. As soon as her heart softened, she gently stroked the back of his hand with her fingers. With the temperature of her palm, his hand gradually became softer. get warm.
After tossing around like this in the middle of the night, when the sky was twilight, she finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep lying on the bed.
When she woke up, she found that the morning light was shining faintly all around. The thin quilt that was originally draped over Eleven's body covered her shoulders, and her hands were covered under the man's slender fingers, giving her a feeling of being protected.
She raised her head and touched her eyes with the other hand, her eyelashes were slightly wet, like tears.
I have forgotten the short dream, and I don't know what will happen today. She gently pulled out her hand, and then put his hand under the quilt. He seemed to have lost his fever and fell into a deep sleep.
Relieved, she said softly, "That's great."
"What's so good?" Eleven's voice sounded behind him.
Qing Chen was startled, and turned his head to stare at him: "Scared to death! Why do you appear and disappear like a ghost?"
Eleven did not immediately refute, but instead smiled: "I'm sorry for a hard night."
Qing Chen knew that he was exhausted all day long, and he didn't sleep well last night, so he said relaxedly, "Remember that you owe me a favor."
Eleven clasped his hands in front of his chest and asked with a smile, "How do you pay it back? Tell me."
"I haven't thought it through yet. I'll talk about it after I think it over. You owe it first." Qing Chen said.
"Okay, I owe you," Eleven said bluntly, "Don't use such a rare opportunity casually. I won't easily agree to other people's requests."
Qing Chen's phoenix eyes flew sideways, with a look of disapproval: "Speaking sounds like an egomaniac."
Eleven laughed and said, "I just went to the river to have a look, how about going to get a fish?"
"Okay," Qing Chen was quite interested. She hadn't seen what kind of place was around here, so she said, "I'll go too."
Eleven shook his head, made a please gesture, and pointed to the couch.
Qing Chen looked back, raised his eyebrows, then turned his bright eyes, and said, "Two requests."
"Take advantage of the fire." Eleven whispered, but did not refuse: "As long as the fourth brother is safe, two requests are nothing."
Qing Chen pursed his lips, his eyes were bright, and he smiled: "Go, I'm here."
Eleven looked chic, showing a hearty smile, turned and left.