"So we're stranded on a desert island?"
"Probably." Hailian shrugged.
The two were in a cave at this time, with the beach in front of them. The sun after the rain is warm, the light from outside the cave is clear, and the sky is as transparent as a mirror washed by water. It is a rare sunny weather in Yunhai in winter.
"How long have I been asleep?" Fang Tinglan asked.
"It didn't take long, one day and one night. I was ready to dig a grave for you, but you just couldn't die." Hailian poured some water and handed it to Fang Tinglan's mouth, "They said It’s true that the disaster will last for thousands of years.”
Fang Tinglan was overjoyed. He drank a few sips of water in this position, and sat up after he recovered a little bit of strength.
Turning over, he realized that his upper body was naked, only covered with a gray-blue coat, which belonged to Hailian, and the bone-chilling coldness that accompanied him in the dream must have been caused by the stones under his feet and the cold wind.
"You won't let me lie on the rock for a day, will you?" Fang Tinglan sneezed as he spoke.
"How is that possible?" Hailian pointed aside, "It's inconvenient to put it back on after bandaging, so I'll just remove the moisture for you."
Two steps away, there was a small bonfire, and some clothes were indeed being baked dutifully. Fang Tinglan shook his head helplessly, and handed the coat covering his body to Hailian: "Give me the clothes. You can also wear your own."
Hailian knotted the coat with one hand, touched the hem of the robe hanging to dry with the other, and threw it away after confirming that it was completely dry.
The traces left on his body by the turmoil of that night will not disappear for a while. Fang Tinglan still feels pain all over his body, but he does not have the dizziness he felt when he lost too much blood. There were still some blood clots and ash stains on the chest that had not been wiped off, but the wound had already been properly bandaged. The bandage used was made of two sleeves of Hailian's inner lining, and a neat bunny knot was tied on the shoulder, as he dressed. Ears wiggle slightly as it moves.
Fang Tinglan couldn't help but chuckled: "Didn't the boat come over during the time I was unconscious?"
"No," Hai Lian replied, "We are probably drifting southeast, and we will not be too far away from Sand Ghost Bay. After a few days, we should encounter a merchant ship. I will I did a lot of things," he pointed to the corner of the cave, where there was a tattered wooden box, "I found the sailor's offering."
"worship?"
"It's what was left by the people who fell here before us." Hai Lian explained, "The rules at sea, if the sailor can be rescued, he must return to the original island within one year to make some offerings to thank the Sea God for his kindness. Otherwise, the family will be cursed, and the descendants will not die well."
"It seems that this god is very narrow-minded." Fang Tinglan commented.
Hai Lian raised his eyebrows: "The sea god is a fierce god."
God is evil, but man is not evil. In the name of the fierce god, to give a little kind help to those who later suffered misfortune, this is probably the reason why this tradition can continue to be passed down. Fang Tinglan didn't say anything, but instead asked, "What's in the box?"
"Two gold rings, a few pots that are barely usable, a harpoon, a bag of sugar, and wine—I used half a bottle for you to sterilize, and I drank half of it myself, leaving four bottles."
"No food?"
Hailian pouted: "No, I have to catch some fish. Are you hungry?"
"Not very hungry," Fang Tinglan shook his head, "I just don't have much energy."
Hailian thought for a while, then stood up and picked up the harpoon: "Then you can rest for a while."
After Hailian left, Fang Tinglan sat on the rock wall and continued to rest his mind. The clothes on his body were warm, and he fell asleep again after a while.
When he woke up again, Hailian was scraping and disemboweling the fish with his head down. The assassin's palm is thin and ten fingers are slender, and the metacarpal bones between the fingers are undulating under the skin, and the fingertips are full of bright colors. Fang Tinglan has seen Qin Ji, who is the best in the capital city of Dongzhou, and has seen the fingers in the southern border. Lian is a wonderful person, but this is the first time he has seen someone do such a bloody mundane thing so pleasing to the eye. His gaze moved slowly, inch by inch from his thin wrist, and turned to the side of his neck calmly. The collar of his winter coat covered the front, but Fang Tinglan still remembered that the other party was wearing that gray shirt at the end of summer. On the body, the messy hair on the young man's forehead blocked half of his face, only the slightly pursed lips and the slender eyelashes that flashed between the shaking of the hair were visible.
Fang Tinglan felt a little dry mouth inexplicably.
He was about to look away, but Hai Lian suddenly raised his head: "Are you awake?"
Probably because I drank too little water after waking up, and the dryness and heat became more and more intense, almost burning down the throat. Fang Tinglan swallowed dryly, his voice hoarse: "I woke up for a while."
Hai Lian frowned, stared at Fang Tinglan for a while and said, "Why are you blushing so hard?"
As he spoke, he put down what he was doing, leaned over, pressed the back of his blood-free hand to the man's forehead, and clicked his tongue after a while, "I really have a fever."
The gods in all directions are above, Fang Tinglan has never been so grateful that he is really sick.
He closed his eyes, and after a round of nonsense about a gentleman keeping his etiquette in his mind, he finally regained his composure. When he opened his eyes again, Fang Tinglan was at ease again: "I was injured all over from tossing, and I was soaked in the sea again." It’s been so long, it’s normal to have a fever.” He paused, and the ending sound deliberately bit out a bit of weakness, “It’s just that I have to excuse you, Your Excellency Hailian, to take care of me.”
Every time he teases like this, the effect is immediate. Sure enough, his little pirate stared angrily again: "I'll take care of you without your telling me."
Having said that, in the past twenty years, Hailian has rarely taken care of anyone. His friends are either scoundrels or tough guys, and he never needs to worry about it; This guy Lan is different - besides, he never thought that Fang Tinglan would be so weak. At this moment, the two of them were very close, and the skin on the back of his hand was very hot, as if what he touched was not Fang Tinglan's forehead, but his burning heart.
Hai Lian quickly withdrew her hand: "... What else is uncomfortable with you?"
"No more," Fang Tinglan smiled, "If I have to say it, I'm a little thirsty."
78.
After nightfall, Fang Tinglan's condition seemed to worsen. His mouth was cracked slightly, and the can of water he drank didn't help at all. He was getting more and more ill, but he was still struggling to sleep. Hai Lian was so angry that he wanted to scold him again, but the man grabbed his wrist.
"You forgot what day it is again." Fang Tinglan squinted his eyes, his voice was weak, "Don't lose your temper when you are approaching the new year, or you will have a bad year. Didn't your parents tell you?"
Hailian was at a loss for words for a moment: "I forgot."
"Today is the new year." Fang Tinglan said with a smile, "If I go out for one more day, I will miss the whole year."
Hai Lian tugged on his wrist twice, but the other party held him vainly and refused to let go, he was stunned before he realized: "You want me to watch the year with you?"
"Isn't it possible?" Fang Tinglan blinked, "Anyway, idleness is idleness, why not enjoy the moon and chat."
"It's not the moon that is rewarded on the Valerian Moon Festival..." Hailian rolled his eyes, but his tone softened unconsciously, "I'll go get a bottle of wine."
He came back with the bottle, and warned Fang Tinglan not to think about Xiao: "You can only watch me drink."
"Yes, yes, I am a patient, and I only deserve to drink water." Fang Tinglan moved to the side, making room for Hailian. The two sat down side by side, facing the sea outside the cave.
The sound of the tide outside the cave was accompanied by the singing of gulls, and inside the cave there was only the beeping sound of the flames gnawing on the branches. Hailian added a handful of dry branches to the campfire: "Thanks to me, I put a fire starter in the waterproof tube. Otherwise, starting a fire would be a hassle..."
"Your surname is Shang?" Fang Tinglan asked suddenly, seeing Hai Lian turning to look at him, he added, "I turned over the captain's box of the Poseidon."
"Yes, Hailian is just my first name, and Shang is my surname." Fang Tinglan was frank, and Hailian was also frank, "Fecna said my father is a master assassin."
"I know." Fang Tinglan smiled, "I know many things about your father."
"He also said he knew a lot about my father."
"That depends on who you trust," Fang Tinglan said, "Will you trust me?"
"I don't know." Hailian shook his head, "My friend said that you can't be trusted, and my experience also tells me that you can't be trusted. You are more troublesome than the most cunning magistrate in Jiumeng City. There are countless secrets."
"Helian..."
"But you blocked a shot for me the day before yesterday and saved my life," Hailian interrupted him, "I do fear you, but I also owe you a huge favor. That's why I said I don't Know."
Fang Tinglan's throat froze, and he said, "What if... what if I tell you everything?"
"Then I believe you." Hailian replied without thinking.
It's incredible. The torture in the prison, the coercion of the emperor, and the lure of the King of Liang failed to make him tell the truth. Now, just looking at such a pair of clear black eyes, Fang Tinglan made such an impulsive decision— If Zhou Buyi found out, the other party would probably laugh his ass off.
He began to tell Shang Hailian everything about the matter. On this isolated island with only two people, it seemed that he was making a long oath to the heaven and the earth.
He started from the overthrow of the previous dynasty, to the split of Tianjiku, to his mother, Fei Yi, Shang Weiji's worship under Mr. Zhuansun, and the mission on the shoulders of the three. He also talked about the first meeting of his parents, the harmony between the two of them; he also talked about himself, the majestic Taiyan Imperial City, the fight with Liang Wang and others when he was a child, and the one he raised with Qin Weiyu Crickets, Suyuefang’s snacks, the weird homework his father taught him to learn, the language of the wilderness, firecrackers, machine development...
It has been said that "the war of splitting the country".
"I only found out the cause of my mother's death the day before yesterday," Fang Tinglan said very slowly, "A lot of things had to be pieced together. The day after she disappeared from home, Beimo people stopped Use the fire that destroys the city. I never connected the two things."
"Your mother..." Hai Lian didn't know how to comfort him for a while, so he could only say, "She is very powerful."
"That's right," Fang Tinglan lowered his eyes, "If I were in her situation, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to make the decision to die generously like her."
Hai Lian said, "You did this the day before yesterday."
"That's different," Fang Tinglan looked at the confused little pirate, and couldn't help but smile a little bit, "My mother's sacrifice was her lofty realization that after careful consideration, she wanted to exchange the ego for the common people; and I am far inferior to her. Great, that night... I to you..."
The flush of fever climbed up his cheeks, and his heart beat like a drum.
"Just a very selfish instinct."