Maybe it's because the spirits have been separated from the body for too long, and when they return to the body, there will be a sense of strangeness.
He fell into a deep sleep for a long time.
The pain is intermittent, light and heavy, the same as the pain when the world is entangled. So much so that he couldn't tell whether it was brought about by the spirit entering the body, or whether it was brought about by memories.
But all the pain was covered by the last obsessive and ambiguous dream.
When I woke up, it was raining outside.
The sound of the rain hitting the window glass was a bit like hitting the roof of the elegant house in Songyun Mountain, and it was dull. There was rain gurgling everywhere, and the damp movement along the eaves and walls, along the cochlea, and into the bones.
At night, there was only one light in the room, and it was very dim. Just like the bean candle in the past, it silently dropped a circle of light without being dazzling.
But when he smelled it, he raised his hand to block it.
He squinted under the back of his hand, and the light leaked from the crevice of his eyelashes, reflecting a bright color in the shadows.
"Awake?" Someone suddenly said.
Thank you for asking.
His low, deep voice was like the sound of rain, and it was not abrupt in a quiet room.
His fingers that were blocking the light curled up when he smelled it.
In the last second, he had just heard this person's voice in his memory, but it was not so clear.
The other party was wearing a long snow-white coat, leaning against the door with a lantern. There was a muffled sound of thunder outside the mountain, and he sat on the bamboo couch with his eyes down, sweating all over his body, his heart beating like a drum.
He closed his eyes and sat up from the bed.
He gave a "hmm", in response to Xie's question.
After lying down for too long, the joints all over my body became tense and stiff, and when I moved, there was a rattling noise. He lowered his head and rubbed the back of his neck when he smelled it. The color of his pursed lips was very pale, and there was no emotion on his face, let alone how much he remembered the past in his dreams.
Standing beside the bed, Xie Wen bent down and reached out to turn on the bedside lamp.
Wen Shi's gaze swept across his elbows, looking at the pale and slender fingers of the other party, and the scene in his dream suddenly fell in front of his eyes.
Those wet puppet lines are intertwined, long or short, tight. It was an extension of his spirit, and it was himself.
The hand in the dream was also pale and slender, twisting his puppet thread, and said to him in a deep voice, "Call someone."
It was something that Smell had been unable to sweep away for a long time—
The person who gave him his name and where he came from, more than ten years later, became the worldly mundane and delusional thoughts that he could not speak of.
When he smelled it, he raised his eyes and saw Xie Wen's profile in the dim light. His shirt was unbuttoned twice, his cuffs rolled up, exposing the protruding wrist bones, and his thumb turned the knob under the lamp. He was standing in front of the house door with a lantern as he was wearing a long coat.
When I smelled it, I suddenly couldn't remember how the 19-year-old self dealt with those secret thoughts.
It was nothing more than hiding the Spirit Washing Array that he learned from the book, and then washed it away together without saying a word. Then in the year of the crown, I left Songyun Mountain with my brothers.
He suddenly understood why every time he remembered things from his childhood, maybe it was because after that, there was no close contact between him and Chen Dao, and there was always a restrained distance between his gestures.
Even the interesting things are few and far between.
He was pressing too deep, hiding too far. In the eyes of the dust, it may be an apprentice who was accustomed to relying on him when he was young, but suddenly became unfamiliar when he got older.
All kinds of things, I can't remember when I smell it.
"Does your head still hurt?" Xie Wen's voice was drowned in the murmur of rain.
The lights in the room were much brighter. Wen Shi's fingers were still on the back of his neck, rubbing aimlessly, and his eyes fell on the shadow at Xie Wen's feet.
Look at him and miss him again.
"It doesn't hurt." Wen Shi replied, his voice hoarse with sleepiness.
He looked away from Xie Wen and licked his dry lips.
Then he heard something tap on the head of the bed, and he turned his face to see Xie Wen pick up the glass on the counter and straighten up to go out.
Wen Shi raised his head, Xie Wen paused in his footsteps, turned around and glanced at him, raised his glass and said, "Go get you a glass of water."
Then the sound of rustling footsteps walked out the door.
"Are you awake?"
"Finally awake?"
Two crisp voices suddenly sounded, and when they heard it, they looked over and saw two girls from Da Zhao and Xiao Zhao poking their heads at the door, one with a rounder face and one with a sharper face, but the expressions were exactly the same.
When I heard it, I thought these two girls were a bit strange, but now I understand the reason—they are puppets.
There are several children on Songyun Mountain, who often go out when they are not dusty, and cannot take care of them all the time. Later, they pinched a pair of puppets, that is, Da Zhao Xiao Zhao.
But Wen Shi didn't have a deep impression on them, maybe because they were not like the Golden Winged Dapeng, who always stood on his shoulders, and almost every memory of their childhood had the shadow of the bird.
The big and small ones mostly stay in the mountains, and they usually take care of food and lodging, not all the time. Occasionally, when one of the apprentices is sick, they will appear for a longer time, cooking medicine and boiling soup.
So long as they see that someone is not feeling well, they can't stop.
"Are you still uncomfortable? The water has been boiled, and it has been warm all the time." Da Zhao said.
Although the impression was not very deep, the way she was leaning on the door and probing her brain made Wen Shi suddenly return to Songyun Mountain.
It turned out that Xie Wen looked lively and lively around him, always following this or that, but no one was human.
"Can we come in?" Xiao Zhao said.
His voice was still a little hoarse when he smelled it: "Why not?"
"The boss won't let me, oh—" Xiao Zhao muttered, and was pinched by Da Zhao, "—Come in."
When she smelled it, she was stunned for a moment, and then she realized who the boss she was talking about was.
It was the same in the past. The other apprentices were uncomfortable, and they were all busy with their sleeves rolled up, but he was an exception.
Because of his special physique, there are too many things hidden in his body. Whenever he feels uncomfortable, it is not a simple headache, brain heat, cold and cold, and it will inevitably be accompanied by the counterattack of those thick dust.
Every time, Chen Dao came in person, and Da Zhao Xiao Zhao, including Lao Mao, only watched from the bird stand at the window.
"What's the matter with me?" Xie asked Shasha's footsteps turning from the living room.
Da Zhao and Xiao Zhao were just about to enter the door on tiptoe, but were beaten by chickens and eggs, and slipped out.
Da Zhao shook his head: "No, no, no."
Xiao Zhao followed and said, "How dare you dare."
Xie Wen didn't mean to stop them. After the two girls gave way cowardly, they entered the door with a cup in hand.
He glanced behind him: "What nonsense did they two say to you?"
He said in a deep voice, "No."
After a few seconds, he moved his lips again, raised his eyes and said, "What can you do to make them talk nonsense."
The room was quiet for a second, Xie Wen retracted his gaze from behind, and his eyes fell halfway down, making contact with Wen Shi's eyes.
Da Zhao and Xiao Zhao were still chopping up and down the door frame, and suddenly fell silent.
For a moment, when I smelled it, I felt that the other party was going to say something along the lines of this sentence.
Who knows, Xie Wen only slightly bent his eyebrows.
"Me?" He handed over the water glass, and his voice rang in Wen Shi's ear warmly and deeply: "A lot, but I don't have the guts to talk nonsense when measuring those two girls."
Weird.
What he did was obviously similar to a moment on Songyun Mountain thousands of years ago. It's the same kind of unhurried care, occasionally making fun of others, but it's completely different from that time.
When he took the glass of water when he smelled it, his fingers touched Xie Wen's fingertips.
He paused for a moment, and moved his ring finger back a inch to avoid the touch, then changed the cup to his left hand, half-closed his eyes, and raised his head slightly to drink water.
When my right hand was pinching the joint subconsciously, I thought to myself when I smelled it: No wonder there is a difference.
When he was young, there was never such an atmosphere between him and the dust—
The tone was calm, but the content was tense. Like Nawang Lake at Songyun Mountain Col in tidal season, there are no ripples on the surface, and the underwater is already turbulent.
When he was young, he was always obedient, boring, and dependent.
This tone of voice can be traced back to when he was an adult.
Every time he came out of the Spirit Washing Array, he would always be stabbed for a few days. Bu Ning and the others often joked that the effect of the Spirit Washing Array is indeed extraordinary.
But those aren't actually intentional.
He just watched his obsession dissipated little by little under the influence of the Spirit Washing Array, and then stood in front of Chenbuya with a clean, untouched appearance, and said coldly and indifferently some irrelevant words. I can't help showing those thorny needles.
Because only when the sword is drawn, can he separate himself from the little apprentice when he was young. Then he found a trace of illusion and response from the end of his eyes and brows.
At that time, when I heard it, I felt conflicted and stubborn.
Now that I think about it, I can't help but want to hide it.
"What's wrong?" Xie asked suddenly.
When I smelled it, I came back to my senses, and then I realized that I was holding the empty glass and didn't speak for a long time. And Xie Wen actually stood beside him like this, looking down, not knowing what he was looking at.
He suddenly caught a glimpse of the other party's slightly curved fingers stretched out.
For a moment, the finger almost touched his face lightly.
When he smelled it, his eyelashes moved, but he saw that the other party was just holding his cup.
"It's nothing." Wen Shi closed his fingers, lifted the quilt, got off the bed, and said, "I'll do it myself."
After he finished speaking, he took the empty glass and walked out the door barefoot.
He's tall, wearing a roomy T-shirt and home trousers, and bows his head slightly as he goes out.
It's not that the two girls, Da Zhao and Xiao Zhao, have never seen him as an adult, but for some reason, they were still shocked. Retracting his head, he took a step.
Perhaps because of the lack of expression on his face, the two girls hesitated. After retreating to the corner, he whispered.
Da Zhao fanned the wind with his hand and said, "My face is hot."
Xiao Zhao echoed and said softly, "My face is also hot."
Their voices were very low, but Xie Wen said in a deep voice, "Put on your shoes."
His footsteps paused when he smelled it.
In front of him is the dim living room, only the farther kitchen is lit with a light yellow light strip, which should be left by Xie Wen pouring water just now.
It was still raining outside, hitting the flowers and plants in the courtyard, rustling.
Wen Shi turned his head and glanced at Xie Wen, and suddenly asked, "Why do you care about me?"
Xie Wen looked at him and said, "What do you think, it's hard for you to get cold."
Wen Shi looked at him silently for a while, then turned around and said, "I'm afraid of the heat."
In fact, he could say "I had a dream", or "I remembered something", or even more directly, "I know who you are", but the two sentences at the bottom of his throat went around for a long time , and inexplicably swallowed it back.
And he himself didn't know why.
This rainy season is really hot, the air conditioner is not turned on in the house, and other people are missing.
So that it gave Wen Shi an illusion, as if there were only him and Xie Wen in the whole family. But although Da Zhao Xiao Zhao always likes to pick a corner to poke a cat, he is not without a sense of existence.
As a result, the space has a subtle sense of privacy.
When I smelled it, I went to the kitchen, turned on the duck-billed faucet, and washed the finished cup under water.
"Where are the others?" He heard rustling footsteps behind him, and asked without looking back.
"Are you talking about your brother?" Xie Wen's voice sounded from behind, "You haven't woken up here for a long time. When you fell asleep, you broke out in a cold sweat and said some incomprehensible nonsense."
When he said this, he paused for some reason.
Wen Shi put down the cup and turned his head, and saw him standing with his back to the light at the door, his eyes half hidden in the shadow, after a while, he said: "He is running around in the house, I just have some medicine in my shop, let him Go get it with Lao Mao."
"What did I say?" Wen Shi asked.
Xie asked: "I didn't understand, what did you dream about?"
He moved his lips when he smelled it, and the kitchen fell into a moment of silence again. He looked at Xie Wen, but found that he couldn't see his eyes clearly, so he didn't know whether the other party wanted him to dream or not.
But he soon realized that if it was hope, the other party would not ask such a question at all.
In comparison, it is more like a test.
When he smelled it, an indescribable feeling suddenly appeared in his heart, that he and this person would one day be in such a scene, you and I were chasing each other.
"Forgot." Wen Shi said.
Xie Wen gave a light "ah" and then nodded.
When he smelled it, he could only see the outline of his figure, and the other person's shoulders relaxed slightly at that moment, as if they were relaxed because of this answer.
Sure enough, I still don't want to be found out who I am.
But that's contradictory, isn't it? Since you don't want people to know who you are, why bother to find it from afar, and spend so much effort renting here and moving those old things in their original condition.
The long dead white plum tree, the spring pond that raised koi, the little turtle that replaced who and who...
There are also golden-winged Dapeng birds and big and small call.
When I first realized who Xie asked in the cage, I was angry when I smelled it, and why the other party didn't say anything. But at this moment, after thinking of too many past experiences, he suddenly had more complicated emotions.
He was a little confused.
He has been hiding the truth since he was a child, and there is only one reason why he wants to hide it...
So... what about dust