Yang Xuan closed his eyes, the tense string in his mind was loosened immediately, and he let out a long breath.
He saw the black shadow move, straightened its upper body, and looked towards him. Apparently, his brother also recognized him.
Yang Xuan let go of the tree trunk, walked towards his younger brother, walked in front of him, then stopped, looked down at him, his dark eyes were deeper than the night.
The bright white moonlight cast down through the gaps in the leaves, Yang Xuan saw that his younger brother's forehead was bleeding, and the stream of blood meandered down the side of his face, dark red, had been air-dried, and coagulated on the skin .
He stared at the bloodstain, and stroked it gently with his thumb, but he didn't dare to meet the eyes that were so close at hand.
Yang Xuan knew that his younger brother was staring at him, and those two black agate eyes were suddenly lit up. At this moment, they were staring at him like two pieces of flint with fire, and the eyes that fell on his face were like It was warm, hot and scalding, almost lighting up the dark night. Even the self standing in front of him seemed to be lit up by this gaze.
At that moment, a kind of resistance welled up in Yang Xuan's heart, mixed with a trace of panic—he didn't want to be lit.
He moved his hand away from the blood on Tang Junhe's cheek, spread his palm, and covered his eyes. The two black eyelashes trembled slightly in his palm, like two fireflies flying in the dark.
Yang Xuan felt those two burning, fiery gazes on his palms, which made him feel a little hot, almost burnt.
"Close your eyes." He said, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and his voice was mixed with a hoarseness that he didn't expect.
The eyelashes brushed against his palm, covering that scorching gaze. Only then did Yang Xuan dare to take his hand away. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, turned on the flash, and lifted it up to shine on Tang Junhe's face.
The porcelain-white skin was horribly white under the glare of the light, and the crooked and twisted dark red bloodstain was particularly shocking. Yang Xuan stretched out his hand, put it on Tang Junhe's forehead, inserted his fingers into his hair, and then lifted the hair on his forehead, revealing his smooth forehead. His eyes fell on the wound that was punctured by the gravel, and he was stunned for a moment—the wound that was clotted with blood was exactly on the dark scar left when he was a child.
He moved his eyes to those two trembling eyelashes, stared at them for a few seconds, then withdrew his hand, grabbed the collar of his T-shirt, and without hesitation, he pulled the clean white T-shirt from his head. The last one pulled it off.
Sensing that the dazzling flash light moved away from his face, Tang Junhe opened his eyes and watched Yang Xuan's movements silently.
"Hold it." Yang Xuan stuffed the phone into his hand, then unscrewed the bottle of mineral water in his hand, poured some water on the T-shirt, then put the bottle aside, put the T-shirt on Wrap it up and hold it in your hand.
He took the phone, said "close your eyes" again, then leaned down, lifted Tang Junhe's forehead hair again with one hand, and held the wet T-shirt with the other hand, and moved lightly to put him The blood on the forehead was wiped away again and again, and said in a hoarse voice: "Speak out when it hurts."
Tang Junhe closed his eyes and said, "It doesn't hurt."
Yang Xuan wiped off the blood on his forehead, let go of his forehead hair, and helped him swipe to the other side twice, exposing the wound to the air, and then asked: "Who else is injured?"
Tang Junhe stretched out his arm and turned his elbow to face him.
Yang Xuan held his thin wrist, and wiped his elbow clean just like before. After wiping the outstretched arm, he lowered his head and pulled Tang Junhe's other arm, and wiped it clean as well.
"Where else?" Yang Xuan asked again.
Tang Junhe shook his head and said, "It's gone."
Only then did Yang Xuan shake off the T-shirt and grab it in his hands, then sat next to Tang Junhe with his upper body bare. He wanted to ask Tang Junhe why he took the risk of climbing to the top of the mountain alone, but he felt that he seemed to know the answer, so he changed the question before his mouth: "Why don't you go back?"
"I don't know either." Tang Junhe said, paused, and added, "I don't know how to go back either."
Yang Xuan was silent for a while, then said: "Then you plan to wait here until dawn?"
Tang Junhe didn't make a sound at first, but after a while, he turned to look at him and said, "I seem to know you will come."
Yang Xuan slightly turned his face to the other side, avoiding his gaze, and remained silent.
Tang Junhe continued: "I'm afraid that if I go down, it will be more difficult for you to find me."
Yang Xuan sighed inaudibly, and after a while, he seemed a little annoyed and said, "I told you to wait for me, what are you doing here?"
Tang Junhe wanted to defend himself, he opened his mouth, closed it again, and said after a while: "I was wrong."
The tone was annoyed, and also mixed with a trace of grievance.
I wanted to wait for him to open his mouth to refute, so that I could vent the anxiety in my heart, but I didn't expect him to admit his mistake in a low voice. Hearing these three words, Yang Xuan felt anxious and had nowhere to go, so he could only pick up the mineral water bottle on the ground again, and then squeezed it flat.
Accompanied by the groan of the plastic water bottle, Tang Junhe whispered: "I'm a little thirsty."
The stretched veins on the back of Yang Xuan's hands disappeared again. He unscrewed the bottle cap impatiently, and handed the deformed plastic bottle to Tang Junhe.
Tang Junhe took it, facing the mouth of the bottle, and drank the few sips of water left to the bottom. In fact, he was still very hungry, but Yang Xuan definitely didn't bring anything to eat, so he didn't say anything.
"Are you cold?" Tang Junhe asked while pinching the deflated water bottle.
The temperature on the mountain was very low, and the night breeze was slightly cool. Yang Xuan sat beside him shirtless, making him feel cold even when he looked at it.
Yang Xuan didn't answer immediately, he looked into the distance. It was so dark that I couldn't see anything clearly, only the dim moonlight cast a few light spots through the gaps in the leaves, shaking gently with the cool wind. There is a dilapidated old temple behind, and a rugged mountain road at the foot. The place is simple and empty, with only one good point—no one else. Just the two of them.
Yang Xuan wanted to stay longer, even overnight, he was not afraid of cold or hungry. But he can't do that, if he stays any longer, the people at the foot of the mountain will come to him. After all, they are not the only two in this world.
"Cold and hungry." Yang Xuan stood up, shook off the blood-stained T-shirt, and put it on over his head. The almost dried blood was right on his chest, but he didn't seem to care, and didn't even look down.
Seeing him standing up, Tang Junhe also supported the stone steps and stood up, but as soon as his right foot touched the ground, he gasped in pain.
Yang Xuan turned his face and looked down at his ankle: "Twisted?"
Tang Junhe sat back, rubbed his ankle, endured the pain and let out an "um".
Yang Xuan squatted down, pulled Tang Junhe's trouser legs to his knees, turned on the flash of the phone, and looked carefully at his ankles. There was a bruise there, which was already swollen, ranging from a sprain to a fracture. He couldn't judge the severity of the injury, so he just frowned and said lightly, "I'll carry you on my back." Then he turned around and squatted on Tang Junhe's back. in front of you.
The night was getting darker, Tang Junhe was lying on his brother Yang Xuan's back, clutching the mobile phone with the flash in his hand, illuminating the mountain road ahead of them.
Yang Xuan didn't walk fast, but every step was steady.
Tang Junhe lay on his brother's back, smelling his hair and feeling his body temperature.
He has been blown by the mountain wind for too long, and he has been blown through, and his whole body is cool from inside to outside. He felt the temperature from his brother's back, it was very warm, as warm as the temperature of his palm when he was a child.
Although his brother always looked cold, he was warm when he got close.
Tang Junhe involuntarily tightened his arms, his cheek pressed against his back tightly, and his hair rubbed against the back of his neck, like a puppy that had been wandering for many days and was suddenly picked up by a kind person.
He could already see the lights at the foot of the mountain. After a while, Yang Xuan would put him down, and maybe he would ignore him again. Tang Junhe thought.
He seems to have returned to his childhood, trying every means to attract Yang Xuan's attention. After all, as long as something happens to him, Yang Xuan will not ignore him. On the contrary, only when something happened to him, Yang Xuan would be willing to take care of him.
"Yang Xuan." Tang Junhe called his brother's name, although he didn't know what he was going to say.
"Huh?" Yang Xuan rarely responded to him.
Tang Junhe fell silent, still lying on his brother's back, and after an indeterminate amount of time, he made another sound—
"elder brother."
The voice was low, but it was not covered by the footsteps, and it could be heard very clearly in the silent mountain road. Being so close, it was like knocking directly on Yang Xuan's eardrum.
Tang Junhe felt his brother's back stiffen, but he didn't say anything, and walked down the mountain silently carrying him on his back.
Saying such an ordinary word was followed by too many emotions that could not be expressed, which rushed into his chest, and Tang Junhe couldn't even tell what those emotions were, but instinctively, muffled and Asked: "Brother, do you hate me?"
As soon as Tang Junhe asked this, he heard his earth-shattering heartbeat, as if his heart was about to break through his chest and jump out.
But he got no response. So the heart slowly returned to calm, and fell back to its original place weakly.
"Then why did you come up to look for me again?" After calming down, he then said to himself.