There is no one in the middle of the night, the breeze does not care about the world, changing the face of the world, and the fleeting time is abandoned, freely passing through the green bamboos and emerald colors. Starlight splashed all over the mountains and plains, and the flowers and trees were fragrant for thousands of miles, soaking the room and intoxicating the mind.
Qing Chen quietly pushed open the door, came to the courtyard, a fresh breath came over his face, faintly the soft sound of the wind shaking green bamboo, on the contrary, the surrounding was even more silent, making people hold their breath.
Still can't sleep, although I have hardly rested for days, and I still can't sleep after nightfall.
Sitting on the horizontal bamboo stool with her knees hugged, she raised her head and counted the stars in the sky carefully. The bright starlight drew a wide Milky Way in the vast night, far away, deep and bright, boundless.
The night is as cool as water, and the ethereal white clothes on her body are like clouds in the wind, gently caressed by the night wind, with a chicness that is floating in the dust. People say that each star in the sky represents a soul. There are so many stars, who knows which one is himself, where it came from, and where it is going
Who is this soul now? In such a strange world, she was the only one alone. Facing such earth-shaking changes, it was as if the world suddenly fell into darkness, without a ray of light, without a soft sound, and the deathly silence was frightening.
This place doesn't belong to her, and she doesn't belong here, everything is wrong, wrong, but can't go back.
The sadness from the bottom of her heart welled up, almost drowning her, followed by almost hopeless loneliness.
She misses her father, mother, everyone she used to know, even Li Tang.
Li Tang, whom she had loved for five years, her perfection collapsed together with her world, cleanly and thoroughly.
Tears fell unexpectedly, and once she shed tears, she could no longer control them, sobbing on her arms. The string that had been tightly pressed for two days broke, and the string was like a blade, making my heart ache.
The chirping and chirping night insects seemed to be frightened, and quietly restrained their voices, and there was silence in the dark night.
After lying on the ground for an unknown amount of time, she finally raised her head, and suddenly found a tall shadow falling on her body, covering the gentle starlight. The night seemed to fall into the eyes of the visitor, making those eyes sinkingly deep, and also, a kind of cold stability.
Qing Chen turned his head away, unwilling to let him see the red and swollen eyes. The man sat down beside her slowly, without speaking.
After a while, Qing Chen asked him sullenly, "Why don't you take a good rest?"
The man said lightly, "I've had enough sleep during the day."
Qing Chen also stopped making a sound, I don't know how long he has been standing here, and only after crying did he realize that people are often not as strong as he imagined.
The so-called strong is just a word for self-comfort when you have no choice but to comfort yourself. It is connected with pain and will never leave. If she could choose, she would rather never need to be strong.
Her heart was in a mess, and the only clear feeling was loneliness. She quietly raised her head and asked the people around her, "Would you like to sit here with me?"
"Okay." The man still replied quietly, as if he didn't think about it at all.
Qing Chen's eyes were filled with darkness: "You don't ask me why I cry?"
The man's gaze melted into the boundless night sky, and he said in a flat voice: "That's your business."
Qing Chen turned to look at him, suddenly a little angry: "Then why are you sitting here?"
"This is my business." Unchanged without waves.
"Then are you willing to sit here with me without asking why?" Qing Chen asked blankly, but she immediately regretted it, but it was too late.
She heard him say, "Okay."
Also without thinking about it, he still gave this answer.
This word seemed to bring out Qing Chen's desperately suppressed emotions. Tears welled up in her eyelashes and slid down her face like broken beads and landed in the clothes room. But she insisted on raising her head and opened her eyes wide to look at the already blurred starlight.
The man finally turned his head to look at her, and said, "No matter what happens, crying is useless."
Qing Chen didn't want to refute, but subconsciously called out: "Fourth Brother..." The scattered helplessness in her voice made herself feel strange, she wanted to find someone she knew, and call out the name of an existence, so that she might be able to catch something, Will not fall into the abyss of darkness.
The man's eyes seemed to be filled with starlight, but he was even a little cooler than the distant stars. He motioned to her and stretched out his hand to her.
Qing Chen looked at him with slight hesitation, then stretched out his hand.
He held her hand and turned it over, with the palm facing up, and wrote the word "Ling" in her palm with his fingers: "My name."
"Ling." Qing Chen muttered silently, and slowly shook hands into fists. He retracted his hand, taking away the calm temperature that had wrapped her palm.
"It's useless to cry, but you can still cry if you want to." He looked into her tearful eyes and said softly.
Hearing this, Qing Chen couldn't bear it any longer, and wept bitterly while grabbing his lapel like a child. In a blur, she leaned into a solid embrace, and she was tired of crying and fell asleep in such a slightly unfamiliar warmth.
The clear bamboo is faint, the sun is half shining on the ground, mottled light and dark.
The bamboo curtain in front of the door is half-drawn, and a few blue birds are jumping a few times in the morning sun, pecking at the grass seeds and fallen things on the ground. As the wind blows through the curtain, they spread their wings and jump a few steps.
"How can this be done?" The voice in the room was slightly higher, Eleven stood up and strode to the curtain, the startled birds flew away in a hurry, chattering.
Ling was still sitting in front of the case, and said in that eternally indifferent voice: "Besides, we have been here for a few days, and she must be involved, and we will take her back together, and we will have a care."
Eleven was a little impatient: "Of course, but you want me to go back first, how can I go with confidence?"
Ling suppressed and coughed slightly: "I won't be able to go away from this injury for a day or two. If you delay like this, there may be changes ahead. You should be clear about the importance of this matter. You should go back first, first to calm people's hearts, and second, to bring soldiers to pick them up on the Long March. Otherwise, if the other party has a heart, it will be difficult to keep Qingchen safe with just the strength of you and me."
Eleven said: "I'm afraid that the other party is really interested and has already found here."
Presumably due to the injury, Ling Yi did not speak for a while, closed his eyes for a while, and said for a while, "Then even if you are here, it will not help the matter, but you will save lives. Instead, you leave and come back in time, which is the way out of danger."
Eleven frowned, but knew that what Ling said was reasonable. He stared at the slender light and shadow falling through the bamboo curtain on the ground in silence, then raised his head and made a quick decision: "I will definitely return here within two days."
"Okay." Ling Huan said slowly, "Be careful."
Eleven agreed, and said again: "I don't know if she is willing to go with us?"
Ling You looked into the inner room with deep eyes: "She is not unreasonable, she speaks clearly, and she will understand."
"Go and see if she's awake." Eleven turned around and stepped into the inner room, only to see Qing Chen sitting on the couch with his knees hugged. Seeing the two of them coming in one after the other, he didn't seem surprised.
Eleven asked in a daze, "Hey, when did you wake up?"
Qing Chen's eyes were clear, and he smiled: "When you two said where to take me."
Ling supported the long case and sat down beside her, and glanced at her. Qing Chen seemed to lean on him last night and cried hard for a while, his face was slightly hot, and he turned his head away.
Eleven rarely said to her seriously: "Since you heard it, are you willing to go with us?"
Qing Chen tilted his head slightly, lowered his eyes to think, and accidentally saw the string of obsidian in Ling's hand, and his heart moved slightly.
Seeing that she hadn't spoken for a long time on Shishi, he asked, "But I'm used to living here and can't bear to stay here?"
Qing Chen didn't expect him to ask this question, he was stunned for a while, and raised his eyes to look at the bamboo house, the color of the bamboo is green, light yellow and light green, and the clear and crisp sound of birdsong came from his ears, which was mellow and pleasant.
Like them, she only lived here for a few days.
Eleven said again: "Or, you don't believe us?"
Qing Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Eleven, then peeked at Ling, and finally said leisurely: "I don't know what's going on, and I don't know where you are taking me. Why did you go with you?"
Eleven seemed to want to say something, but finally turned to Ling and said, "Fourth brother, look..."
Qing Chen also turned his head to look over, saw Ling's hand lightly pressing on his left chest, his face was pale, he must have touched the wound, he hurriedly asked: "Does the wound hurt?"
Ling Jian frowned slightly, his eyes stopped in her concerned eyes, he shook his head and said, "It's okay."
Qing Chen was a little relieved, and said again: "I have to take medicine."
Ling didn't answer her question, but said, "We won't harm you."
Qing Chen looked into his eyes quietly, the cold black like water and ink, a deep lake, emotionless, but it made people feel that there were thousands of colors hidden in the bottom of the lake, which was intriguing.
"Oh." She got up and sat on the edge of the bed, and said, "I know, I can go with you, but..." She turned her head and stretched out a finger to Eleven: "One more request!"
"Huh?" Eleven didn't react for a while.
"Add one more request." Qing Chen repeated, she didn't dare to provoke bullying, she was afraid of being bullied.
"You..." Eleven words were at a loss, and after a while, he said with a "ha" smile: "deal!"
Qing Chen stretched out three slender fingers in front of him: "Three requests, the man said it right away..."
"It's hard to catch a horse!" Eleven stretched out his hand and flicked her finger: "I'm going to be robbed."
Qing Chen smiled charmingly and mischievously, like a little fox who had succeeded in playing a prank, making Eleven shake his head frequently. But she said to Eleven with a straight face: "This is the end of the matter, I can only advance and retreat with you if there is any danger. Didn't you just say that you want to go? Since the fourth brother wants you to go back, it must be reasonable , Hurry up and get on the road is the right thing to do.”
Eleven also restrained her laughing expression, looked at her deeply, and then nodded: "I'll go back quickly, two days at most."
"Okay." Qing Chen said: "Don't worry about fourth brother's injury, I'll take care of it, there won't be any mistakes."
Ling listened to the two of them talking, and looked at Qing Chen with a judgmental gaze, as if he had never seen her before.
This woman is composed when she is calm, quiet and cool when she is sad, playful and cunning when she laughs, her words and deeds are unique, and the clouds and fog under the calm breeze are fascinating and strange, which is different from many women he has seen.