"Get up, idiot! What's the use of crying out for pain, idiot! You've lost all my old face, idiot!!" I roared, although maybe only I could hear it.
"Stop! Don't hit him! How can you hit him!!" Wen Ya's voice was filled with anxiety.
… who? Who is speaking
The faces of the people around gradually became clear. The "I" in front of me was kneeling on the ground, holding my head in my hands and sobbing softly. In front of me was a child who was laughing and throwing stones. The figure of the person speaking.
"Stop it, how can you hit him!" One person stepped forward to help 'I' who was kneeling and prostrate, and drove away the evil boy from that country. I saw his face clearly. Isn't this... Qing Heng
Qing Heng didn't dislike the dirty 'I', stretched out his hand to take off his outer shirt, and then took off the outer shirt of 'I' which can be called a cloth strip, and put on his clothes for the dumbfounded 'I' , gently wiped away the tears and dirt on 'my' cheeks, and asked softly: "My lord, are you alright?"
Without answering, 'I' pounced on him, hugging him tightly, never letting go, never leaving, obsessed with whose name, with a silly smile on his face: "Siran... Siran... I finally found you, Never leave me again, never again…”
Let go, he's not Si Ran, he just looks similar to Si Ran... Don't be fooled.
Or... stop kidding yourself.
"Fool... how can I be willing to leave you." Wenya's voice was endlessly desolate.
My head hurts, I rub my forehead, who is talking about that voice just now...
"Okay, okay, what the lord says is what it is, as long as the lord obediently takes the medicine, I will not leave." Qing Heng comforted 'me' like a child.
"As long as Si Ran doesn't leave, I can do whatever you want."
After saying that, he picked up 'I', turned around and left, 'I' was still smirking and hugged back.
... My few face, it turns out that I have lost it all by myself.
Ziqing... I'm here, why don't you want to look back at me...
I turned my head sharply, looked at the person behind me, my pupils shrank, a face covered with tears, a little bright red on my forehead slid down, and slid across my heart, I looked at the "me" going away with empty eyes, unwilling, suffocated The pain was overwhelming and hit me.
I woke up startled, sat up in a daze, and the dreams of the past gradually came to my mind, all of which were inseparable from Si Ran.
Si Ran...
Tsk, what is going on, the dream is too real, it seems to be connected with the previous dream, could it be, this is my lost memory
Ah, it's so absurd, it's unbelievable.
I pulled two handfuls of hair, got up and lit the candle, poured myself a cup of tea, sipped it slowly, and thought about it carefully.
Could it be that the national teacher Qing Heng is Si Ran? But my intuition tells me that he is not.
He once said that his original name was Sixuan, but I have never heard of the name Sixuan, but whenever he asked who Siran was, Xingren and the old servant behaved abnormally, and they hesitated in speaking. Secretly concealed, the preface does not match the afterword, there should be someone like Si Ran, this is definitely not a dream!
There were insects chirping outside the window, but I didn’t feel it was disturbing. I glanced out the window, the sky was hazy, the moon was hanging high, the sun hadn’t risen, and it hadn’t passed three poles. It seemed that I had woken up too early these days.
Heh, I seem to have caught the key...
Putting down the tea in my hand, I chattered, this tea was not as fragrant as the tea I drank every day in the palace, I only drank a few sips, and it was enough to stop my dry mouth.
'Knock knock...'
The unhurried knock on the door came to my ears, and I said naturally, "Who?"
After a while, Qing Heng's voice came from outside the door: "My lord is awake? Qing Heng passed by without incident, and saw the candles in his house were brightly lit. He must have come to see him after he woke up. If there is any disturbance, I hope he will forgive me."
I stood up and opened the door, and smiled at Qing Heng who was outside: "It just so happens that this king also has something to ask the national teacher."
I turned around and walked into the house, poured a cup of tea and handed it to Qing Heng who followed me into the house.
"This light tea from the mountains is extremely rough, it can't compare to the good tea from the palace, I hope the prince will forgive me." After taking the tea and taking a sip leisurely, Qing Heng said.
"Where is the national teacher? Although this tea is not as good as the one from the palace, it has its benefits." Smiled lightly.
"My lord, I don't know what the lord wants to ask Qing Heng about? Qing Heng should know everything and say everything." Qing Heng smiled elegantly, and looked much more serious than usual.
I took a sip of tea, smacked my lips, stared at Qing Heng for a long while, until I felt restless, and then said slowly: "Qing Heng, you—are you actually Si Ran?"
"How can Qing Heng match the nobleness that Wang Ye said of Si Ran?" He lowered his eyes slightly, hiding the color in them.
"Oh, so... Qing Heng, do you know Si Ran?" I said.
Qing Heng raised his eyelids and looked at me: "... I don't know."
"Then before..." I raised my eyebrows, and I continued to talk.
Qing Heng cut off my words, and replied solemnly: "It was just a guess before, the prince must not get it wrong, Qing Heng thinks, someone who can be mentioned from such a noble mouth as the prince must be extremely honorable."
When I was drinking tea, I coughed violently when I heard this, and it took me a long time to stop. I wiped the tea from my mouth with the corner of my sleeve. What kind of logic is this? I laughed dryly: "Where is Qing Heng, Qing Heng is also the most honorable person in the country."
"Your Highness is polite." With a smile, Qing Heng changed the topic, and continued: "Today, I haven't shown the Lord how the injury is recovering, whether it's time to apply the medicine, since Qing Heng is at the Lord's place now, let's take a look."
"This, this... is it unnecessary?" I twitched the corner of my mouth, trying to force a smile, and stuttered rarely.
Checking the wound means being stripped naked, so it would be inappropriate for me to be honest with each other. Although we are both men, this Qing Heng's appearance... is better than Feng Yin's.
Naturally, the objection was invalid, and under the signal of Qing Heng's sharp eyes, I obediently lay down on the bed...
There is no way, rabbits can bite people when they are in a hurry, let alone people.
"Siran, a person who is like a fairy~ To tell the truth, Qingheng, I fell in love with such a person who does not eat the fireworks of the world. If there is such a person, I am afraid that I will not even look at a vulgar person like me, let alone talk about it. I'm in love." I laughed at my delusion.
Qing Heng didn't reply to my words, he checked my injury carefully, said nothing serious, and will change my dressing tomorrow, then he handed over his hand and said goodbye.
I watched his receding back, looking at the fragment in my mind, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of my lips, and mocked in a low voice: "Qing Heng... Gu Qingheng, do you think I don't know you? Heh... one day, I can never forget you."
Alas, all my worries are gone now, and I can get rid of my worries when I get drunk, but there is no wine...