The bright wrist is better than the snow, holding a silver spoon of rattan flowers, which is like a handful of gardenia incense, and shakes all of them into the incense burner.
Meng Hanyi twisted the top of the exquisite incense burner to close it, took a warm handkerchief from the side and turned around to wipe off the sweat on Qin Zheng's forehead.
Qin Zheng was lying on the bed, his face was only pale after illness, he had fallen asleep quietly, but as soon as the clinker towel was covered on his forehead, he frowned in vain, grasping Meng Hanyi's wrist, his eyes closed Kai, calling vaguely: "Second Master..."
Meng Hanyi was stunned, and the fragrance wafted out of the golden cauldron, forming a light mist, which wiped away his original gentle expression, leaving only a icy coldness in his eyes.
"Cough...cough..." Qin Zheng snorted, and slowly opened his eyes. His eyes looked like rice paper smeared with black and white. He vaguely saw someone sitting next to him, and he said muffledly: " Qingci…”
Meng Hanyi bent his lips and smiled coldly: "Even if Hou Ye died of illness, Second Master Chu probably wouldn't come to see you."
It took Qin Zheng a long time to see clearly who the person in front of him was. For a while, he couldn't hear the harshness in Meng Hanyi's words. He just withdrew his hand from his wrist, and propped his heavy forehead for a while, saying: : "Hanyi... why are you here?"
Meng Hanyi took a robe from the side and put it on Qin Zheng's shoulders, and then said: "You are really in a daze, you don't sleep in the middle of the night, you have been drenched in the rain for half the night, and you got yourself so drunk that you stabbed yourself Enter my yard. You pulled me and said that you had something to say to me, but you didn’t say a complete sentence clearly, and you fell down first. Why, right now, you forgot all about it?”
Qin Zheng was dumbfounded, his mind was in chaos, and he couldn't think of anything.
Meng Hanyi shook his head and sighed lightly: "Forget it, it's fine if you can't remember it. It's just... no matter what, why bother to toss yourself like this. It will only make loved ones hurt and enemies quickened."
Qin Zheng's heart clenched, as if he had been burned by the word "Enemy Kuai", and the bitterness on his lips became more and more intense.
Meng Hanyi picked up the medicine urn warmed on the small stove at the side, and slowly poured it into the blue and white bowl through the strainer. Putting the white jade spoon against his lips to test the temperature carefully, he brought it to Qin Zheng's mouth.
Qin Zheng didn't move.
Meng Hanyi gently pressed Qin Zheng's lips with a spoon.
"Hiss..." Qin Zheng took a breath.
Meng Hanyi pretended not to see the bitten wound on Qin Zheng's lip, and said softly, "Drink the medicine."
Qin Zheng lifted the quilt and staggered to leave. Before he got up, his shoulders sank, the faint fragrance of gardenia lingered around his nose, and his lips softened. With a thump in his heart, he subconsciously pushed Meng Hanyi away.
Meng Hanyi backed away and looked at him as if nothing had happened.
"Cough...Hanyi..." Qin Zheng could only feel the bitterness in his mouth getting worse.
Meng Hanyi stretched out his hand, and gently wiped off the concoction on Qin Zheng's lips with his white fingertips: "You taught me this."
Qin Zheng was silent. Back then, the naughty young man at the top of his heart who tried every possible means to deceive him came to get close to him, and a sip of soup made the white jade-like young man blush. It was the first time that the two of them had their lips and tongues intertwined. It was green and clumsy, but it was unforgettable.
The years of trance have passed, and the throbbing has turned into a pile of loess, and all the sweetness of the past has turned into the bitterness of today.
The light sigh carried an unbearable weight, Meng Hanyi turned his face away, every subtle expression of Qin Zheng was like a knife as thin as a cicada's wing, scraping at his heart.
Qin Zheng followed Meng Hanyi's line of sight. There were two freesias in the blue glaze bottle, and the jade petals were soaked in water. They should have been picked off not long ago. He was silent for a long time, and said: "The mountains and rivers in the south of the Yangtze River are beautiful, you will be safe here."
The faint smile on the corners of Meng Hanyi's lips froze, and he said softly, "Okay..."
"Back then..." Qin Zheng licked the dry corners of his lips, and said with difficulty: "After you left..."
Meng Hanyi gave a wry smile, raised his head, stared at Qin Zheng, and said, "The world is dangerous. What I should have understood since I was a child is actually forgotten because I was protected so well by you in those years. I went all the way south, I want to leave the sad place of Shangjing, but I can't avoid bandits and man-made disasters."
Qin Zheng suddenly raised his head and looked at him.
Meng Hanyi chuckled lightly, mocking himself: "I'm penniless, what else can I do?"
Qin Zheng's face was pale, and he grabbed Meng Hanyi's hand.
Meng Hanyi lowered his eyes and looked at the overlapping hands: "I thought that if I died, it would be considered complete, and Huangquan Road could be walked cleanly. It was Jiang Gong who passed there and saved me. The world is so big, it can be regarded as I, Meng Hanyi, have a place to stay."
Qin Zheng's eyes were a little red. The more Meng Hanyi smiled lightly, the more he felt mixed feelings. Guilt and fear mixed with the remaining emotions of the past years were brewed into a pot of wine, which was so hot that it choked people to tears.
"Tan Lang, you said that Jiangnan is good, but apart from the filthy memories here, there is only the loneliness and endless nightmares under the fence. Tell me, what is so good about this place for me?" Meng Hanyi The questioning left Qin Zheng speechless.
In the past, Qin Zheng coaxed him and called Tan Lang, but he never had the chance to be Xie Nu. Meng Hanyi lowered his head and bent the corners of his lips: "Seeing that it's snowing again, I planted water plums with you. I haven't seen them in five years. Will you still be in the snow this year?"
After finishing speaking, Meng Hanyi stood up, picked up the empty medicine urn at the side, and stood up: "Master Hou, please rest for a while, Hanyi will not bother you."
The door was lightly closed, leaving only the lingering gardenia fragrance in the room.
Qin Zheng lowered his head slowly and saw Meng Hanyi wrapping a string around his wrist.
Heart like dual screen, there Chien knot.
The second string, plum blossoms in Linshui, can return slowly.
Qin Zheng suddenly remembered that when he was very drunk, he was chanting Meng Hanyi's name in his mouth, and came here with a strong breath, because he wanted to tell him... the heart has changed, the past has been broken, and this is the end.
Can…
Qin Zheng slowly drew the strings around his fingertips and pressed them heavily against his heart.
Can no longer bear.