Probably because of his injury, Li Changtian had a rare dream.
Still a nightmare.
This dream was a bit chaotic at first, Li Changtian dreamed that his young self was wearing dirty ragged clothes, curled up on the corner of the street, being beaten, scolded and thrown stones by other children.
It's not so much a fight, it's more like a tease, a mockery.
The children's belly laughter accompanied by scolding made people feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.
"Little fool." "Little beggar." "Dirty little fool."
"Don't hit me, I'm sorry, please don't hit me."
Li Changtian heard himself holding his head and begging for mercy, then he limped and rushed out.
In the confusion, he bumped into a horse, and the horse neighed, accompanied by roaring and shouting.
And the young Li Changtian was knocked down and fell to the ground, his whole body was in pain, and he was lying on the ground miserably, sobbing softly.
At this moment, Li Changtian smelled a strange fragrance, gentle and elegant, like the smell of white tea in early spring.
Li Changtian struggled to look up, and saw a vaguely-looking woman in plain white brocade clothes looking at him.
Li Changtian sobbed twice, and asked, "You, are you a fairy in the sky, sister fairy?"
The woman didn't speak, and stretched out her hand to Li Changtian silently.
Li Changtian was about to hold her hand, when he suddenly felt his whole body shake, and opened his eyes again, it turned out to be a hospital, a doctor in a white coat was sitting opposite him, and said.
"Little comrade, you have mild post-traumatic stress disorder, it is recommended to rest for a while."
Li Changtian was just about to answer, but found himself lying in the trench, with gunshots, artillery fire and people's screams all around his ears, which made him have a splitting headache and couldn't breathe.
"Li Changtian!!"
Suddenly an anxious cry came.
Li Changtian opened his eyes suddenly, and found that he was covered in cold sweat, and he was holding Yan Shu's arm tightly with one hand.
"Ha..." Li Changtian gasped for breath while looking at Yan Shu in confusion.
Yan Shu's eyes were full of worry: "Did you have a nightmare?"
"Nightmare?" Li Changtian wiped his sweat, "It seems... yes..."
Li Changtian came to his senses in a trance, belatedly realized that he was still holding Yan Shu's arm tightly, and he was so scared that he quickly let go: "Did I hurt you?"
"It's okay." Yan Shu didn't care.
After clearly waking up, Li Changtian felt extremely tired, as if he had gone through a long and hopeless escape.
Fortunately, when I finally woke up, it was a reassuring embrace.
"When is it? How long have I been asleep?" Li Changtian propped himself up with one hand.
"Chenshi, you only slept for a while." Yan Shu pressed him back into the quilt, and tucked the corner of the quilt for him.
"I wanted to ask before, how do you know about this time and that time?" Li Changtian asked.
"Look at the direction of the sun and shadows." Yan Shu replied.
"Wow, awesome." Li Changtian boasted, "Teach me when you have time."
"...Okay." Yan Shu said softly, "It's still early, you sleep a little longer, and I'll wake you up for dinner at noon."
Li Changtian suddenly thought of something, and asked him, "Did I wake you up just now?"
Yan Shu shook his head: "I haven't slept yet."
"Why don't you sleep? Didn't you also not rest all night?" Li Changtian asked.
"I think about the case..." Before Yan Shu could finish his sentence, Li Changtian suddenly stretched out his hand and dragged Yan Shu to lie down. Li Changtian said, "Don't think about it. If you can think of something in such a short time, it's important to sleep. Let's sleep together."
Yan Shu: "..."
Li Changtian shook off the quilt, wrapped Yan Shu in without any explanation, and urged him: "Close your eyes, close your eyes quickly."
Yan Shu looked at Li Changtian, his eyes flickered, and then slowly closed his eyes.
Li Changtian moved his body, found a comfortable position, and closed his eyes.
The window of the wing room is not closed, the east wind is soft, the spring swallows are murmuring, the curtain is half rolled up, the light is dyed, and the first glimpse is unsightly.
Yan Shu closed his eyes, and heard Li Changtian's breathing gradually calmed down, and then opened his eyes.
He cannot sleep, he cannot meditate.
Yan Shu looked at Li Changtian beside the pillow, saw that his black hair was slightly scattered, covering his brows and eyes, he couldn't help reaching out his hand, and stroked him lightly.
Probably due to the injury and the nightmare he just had, Li Changtian's cheeks were slightly cold, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and his lips were pale, making him look a little pitiful.
Yan Shu pushed his blue hair behind his ears, and covered his face with his palm.
Li Changtian, who was soundly asleep, snorted softly, then tilted his head unconsciously.
With such a movement, Li Changtian unexpectedly kissed Yan Shu's palm.
Yan Shu withdrew his hand abruptly, as if bitten by a snake or burned by fire.
For no reason, he felt palpitations, chest tightness, dizziness, and even breathlessness.
Yan Shu panicked, he stepped off the bed lightly, walked out of Li Changtian's guest room, and took a few deep breaths.
Yan Shu thought that he might be tired, he hadn't slept all night and various doubts about the case made him have a splitting headache.
At this moment, Yan Shu found that his plain white coat was stained with blood. He returned to his guest room, took off his clothes, only put on his middle coat, and took out a clean coat from his luggage.
He was about to change into his coat when he suddenly heard the sound of 'cuckoo cluck' coming from his ear.
Yan Shu turned his head and saw a snow-white carrier pigeon flying in from the window, standing on the table, gently pecking at his wooden sign.
Yan Shu put on his coat, stretched out his hand to untie the secret letter from the pigeon's leg, opened it for a look, and suddenly his face turned cold.
A simple sentence was written on the letter: Jackdaw wants to catch Shi Huanian.
Yan Shu dressed quickly, grabbed his sword and rushed out of the inn.