On the Gobi Desert in Guazhou, the quicksands are moving, and the ridges of the dunes are undulating. In the evening, the rocky sand where Ye Qiusheng Bailishu is located accumulates little by little, forming another new dune in the dark night.
Yellow sand in the wind, overwhelming.
Ye Qiusheng sat by the fire, looking at the strangely shaped weathered rocks opposite through the dim light of the fire. The huge rocks in the ghost town of Guazhou were blown by the wind for many years, and the surface was bumpy, but the edges of many rocks showed a kind of Incomprehensible clean lines.
The entire Guazhou ghost town is like a labyrinth of boulders.
The mammoth boulder maze is composed of various rectangular, curved, angular, and smooth-edged boulders, which look cold under the night.
After nightfall, the cold in the desert casts a hard and ruthless color on the rocks.
Ye Qiusheng stared at the opposite rock in a daze.
Rarely does he have this kind of quiet time to let his mind go. In fact, because of the old man's various assignments, Ye Qiusheng spent most of the year running around in the land of the Twelve Dynasties, most of the time he had to change his appearance to avoid attracting attention from others.
He is obviously the eldest brother of Emperor Taishang, but he lives like a killer with his head tied to his belt.
Thinking of this, Ye Qiusheng couldn't help but look back at Bailishu.
Bailishu is also a big brother of Jiuxuanmen. He didn't know how he lived before, but when he saw Bailishu, this person was doing life-threatening things all day long, and now he has made himself unconscious.
Speaking of which, the senior brothers of the Eight Immortal Sects are indeed not human beings.
The fire was not big, and the light of the fire was a bit dim, and it could only half-light the small cave. Even in the firelight, Bailishu's face didn't look any better. Ye Qiusheng stretched out his hand to hold Bailishu's wrist, and found that his pulse was still weak, and there was no sign of improvement.
"It's troublesome now..."
Ye Qiusheng leaned against the rock wall, muttering to himself.
Baili Shu's hands were still extremely cold.
Ye Qiusheng turned his head sideways, looking at the unconscious young man.
The young man was lying on the rock with several layers of clothes, even though he was seriously injured and unconscious, the expression on his face still did not show any suspicion, but was indifferent. The pale and thin lips were also pursed as before, without showing any traces. It's like even in a dream, this person is subconsciously controlling himself.
Ye Qiusheng was too familiar with this kind of reaction.
Only a guy who is always alone will show this expression subconsciously. He is obviously injured to death, but he is still as if nothing happened, with an appearance of "I'm fine, I can handle it".
Because that's what he is.
None of the things he did for the old man was easy, and all of them were not very visible, so there were never any brothers and sisters with him. Even he himself is not sure whether he can survive, so why bother to catch up with his younger brothers and younger sisters
Think about it, at the base of Lingxing Temple in Yanmen County, this guy Bailishu also let his junior sister and younger brother go to the left side of life, and he stepped on the right side of death.
Ye Qiusheng never felt that he had been chasing those clues all these years alone, so there was nothing to sympathize with. But tonight, looking at the comatose young man lying in the cave with a tense face of "no need to worry about anything", he suddenly felt inexplicably sad.
An indescribable sadness.
Maybe it was because Baili Shu felt pitiful.
This feeling is really terrible, because I feel that Baili Shu is pitiful, doesn't it mean that I feel pitiful too
"Hold."
Ye Qiusheng cursed angrily in a low voice, and turned his head away from looking at Bailishu. But when he turned his head, he still subconsciously thought that Baili Shu Leng had his hands.
When did people's hands get so cold
Seriously injured, lying in an empty cave, the stalactites above his head were dripping with cold water. Confused, he exhausted all his strength to move to a safer place, and then he couldn't move at all. In a trance, the blood soaked through the ice slag little by little, and his hands and feet became cold little by little.
"Damn it..."
Ye Qiusheng raised his head and leaned heavily against the rock behind him, feeling like he was possessed by a demon today, suddenly becoming a mother-in-law, mother-in-law, chirping and chirping.
After cursing, Ye Qiusheng stooped into the cave, reached out and touched Bailishu's forehead. It was as cold as in the evening, and the temperature was too low to be alive.
The light from the fire was shining on Bailishu's face, and the young man with his eyes closed was quiet and indifferent. In the warm firelight, he still has the expression of walking outside the world and being alone. The lines of the face are distinctly soft.
Ye Qiusheng stretched out his hand and touched the young man.
He closed his eyes and slowly embraced the young man into his arms. Obviously it was just a very simple movement, but it seemed extremely heavy, a kind of unspeakable sadness.
Beside the small fire, Ye Qiusheng hugged the unconscious Bailishu, whose body temperature was unbearably low, into his arms. He embraced the young man, sharing his warmth with another person for the first time.
When hugging Bailishu, Ye Qiusheng's hands were shaking.
The moment he embraced Bailishu, another scene appeared before Ye Qiusheng's eyes:
—In the dark, damp underground cave, the seriously injured young man staggered and fell to the ground when he stepped on a stone. Just before losing consciousness, he rolled hard into the cave, and the water from the stalactites dripped onto his face, causing the cold to seep into his bones.
It was the cold that penetrated into the bone marrow.
So the young man curled up slowly, in the damp, cold, cold-blooded animal-infested cave.
Ye Qiusheng stretched out his hand and slowly hugged the unconscious young man who was still expressionless, like hugging himself who was curled up in the cave many years ago across time and space.
His arms trembled slightly.
He hugged Bailishu, but it felt like he was hugging himself who once felt his body cooling down bit by bit in the dark.
The comatose young man leaned against his arms, his long eyelashes drooping, and as he got closer to the fire, the dim yellow light of the fire cast a faint warmth on his face.
Ye Qiusheng raised his head and leaned against the wall. For a moment, he felt that his past years were like a joke.
A ridiculous, pathetic joke.
In the ghost town of Guazhou, the sound of the wind is indistinct, and ghosts in the deep valley seem to be crying. The shadows of those rock castles are tall and cold. And in this ghost town, which is three parts like the world and seven parts like hell, in a small cave, there is a warm fire burning, and a young man embraces another young man beside the fire.
in the cave.
Ye Qiusheng grinned and laughed silently, like a madman.