Traveling through memoirs

"Humph... um..." Qing Luo bit her lower lip and swallowed the pain that came out of her mouth.He turned over and barely sat up, using a thick quilt to wrap himself tightly around him, shrinking his whole body into a small ball.

With her arms tightly wrapped around her calves, her chin resting on her knees and panting, Qing Luo looked at the pouring rain outside the window with a more gloomy expression.

"Brother, how are you?" Without even knocking on the door, Qing Ke and Yingcao broke into Qing Ke's room with a charcoal basin each.

"It's not good." Since the lower half of her face was buried under the quilt, Qing Luo's voice was muffled and low.The outer pair of eyes also drooped listlessly, and the eyelashes fluttered on the lower eyelids, and it took a long time for them to tremble.

Moving the stool to Qing Luo's bed and placing the charcoal basin, Yingcao hurriedly closed the window without saying anything, and even covered the window cracks tightly with the cloth strips she brought, dipping them in the paste.

"Qing Luo?" Chen Ling, who had been paying attention to the movement next door, also ran over, but he was stuck at the door like a wooden stake, his head kept looking around the room, but he didn't dare to step in.

Seeing Qing Luo huddled under the quilt, half of her face was pale and bloodless, against which her hair and eyelashes were as black as ink, her whole person was lifeless.Chen Ling's hand holding the door frame was too strong, almost crushing the old wooden frame to pieces: "What's wrong with Qing Luo?"

Chen Ling opened his mouth to ask, Qing Ke and Yingcao were busy bringing in more charcoal basins and adding quilts to Qing Luo, so they had no time to take care of Chen Ling who kept asking questions.

Taking two deep breaths, Chen Ling stared at Qing Luo's half-opened eyes, stepped across the threshold, and stepped into Qing Luo's room door. Qing Luo didn't make a sound, but shrank her neck again, and buried her eyes halfway into the bed go.

Seeing this, Chen Ling quickly retracted his other foot, crossed the distance between the door and the bed in a few steps, and ran to Qing Luo.

"Qing Luo..." Chen Ling felt the temperature on Qing Luo's forehead with the back of his hand, it was cold and slippery, covered in cold sweat.

"What's wrong with you? Why aren't you feeling well?" Wiping the cold sweat off Qing Luo's head with his sleeve, Chen Ling asked in a low voice, as if he didn't expect Qing Luo to respond, and there was a sense of bewilderment in his tone that he wanted to know but couldn't know. .

Just when Yingcao moved the last charcoal basin, pinching her waist, Yingcao gasped and said, "It's nothing~ It's like this on a rainy day, and it will be fine when the rain stops."

Yingcao's impression of Chen Ling is quite good, her world is relatively simple, and there are not so many past entanglements and intrigues.For Yingcao, who has a small animal nature, as long as she doesn't feel the other party's danger, she can live in harmony with him.

"It's Jiewu who gave him more than ten years of skill." Qing Ke walked in with the quilt in his arms, and wrapped Qing Luo in a new soft quilt. Qing Luo was buried in the quilt, only Leave a brain.

"Qing Luo has practiced 'Ye Chun Pin', and you know the characteristics of 'Ye Chun Pin'. The deeper the internal force, the faster the cultivation speed. Jie Wu gave him more than ten years of skill, which made him unable to control it. Keeping the cultivation speed of 'Ye Chunpin'. The meridians couldn't bear it. As a last resort, Qing Luo could only take the risk to open up other meridians. The pressure on the meridians was shared, but it also caused his height to grow too fast and his joints to become fragile. He will be like this on cloudy and rainy days, his joints are sore and itchy, and it is difficult to move." Qing Ke said, looking at Chen Ling with a hint of meaning: "This is his biggest weakness. Inevitably, if anyone comes to attack him at this time, he will definitely not be able to hide."

Chen Ling just stared at the twirling spots on the tip of the quilt pile in a daze, as if he didn't understand what Qing Ke meant.

Qing Ke, who originally wanted to see how Chen Ling would react, suddenly felt bored, and Chen Ling was also bored, so he put his hands on Yingcao's shoulders, ready to go back to the room.

It wasn't that Qing Ke and Yingcao didn't want to take care of Qing Luo, but that Qing Luo didn't want to be looked after by them.Qing Luo's hard and fragile self-esteem made it difficult for him to accept that his weak state was seen by anyone.

"Is there any way..." Chen Ling suddenly stopped Qing Ke.

"Try to make him warmer." Yingcao turned her head and said, "I can't seem to do anything else." The crescent eyes that were always smiling also showed helplessness, and the curvature of the corners of the mouth seemed to be barely maintained.Yingcao turned her head and left with Qingke.

Staring at the roll of the quilt shaking violently from time to time, Chen Ling couldn't help at all, so he could only fill in some charcoal when the fire in the charcoal basin was not so hot.

The temperature in the room gradually increased, and soon Chen Ling's nose was dripping with sweat, and the sweat gradually trickled down his temples, and the fabric on his back was gradually soaked.Wiping his forehead with his sleeve, Chen Ling looked at Qing Luo who still didn't show his face, and was a little worried that he might be out of breath.

"Qing Luo?" Chen Ling lifted the quilt slightly, saw Qing Luo's forehead, and called his name carefully.

Not knowing whether she didn't want to respond or what, Qing Luo didn't even move.Chen Ling pursed his lower lip, pulled back the quilt surrounding Qing Luo, and dug Qing Luo's face out.

Qing Luo, who had her eyes closed, opened them a little, but she didn't know if she could see Chen Ling clearly, so she closed her eyes again, with her head hanging down, her cheeks resting on the thick quilt.

Qing Luo's sweat-soaked long hair stuck to her neck and cheeks, her eyes were red but there were no traces of tears, her nose fluttered gently, her breathing was as light as down feathers, and her eyes trembled under her thin eyelids.

Chen Ling stared at Qing Luo and hesitated for a while, then finally ran out, and when he came back with a basin of hot water in his hand, he put a cloth towel on his shoulder.Put the wooden basins between the charcoal basins to dry, so as not to cool the water too quickly.

Taking advantage of the hot water to throw the cloth towel, Chen Ling's hands were also hot and red. Then he squeezed the cloth towel and approached Qing Luo, carefully supported Qing Luo's head with one hand, and gently wrapped Qing Luo's neck with the other Wipe off the cold sweat.

Chen Ling's palm was warm and thick, and Qing Luo's cheek was comfortable to touch, and there was nothing awkward about it, as she lay comfortably on Chen Ling's hand.

He twirled the broken hair sticking to Qing Luo's cheeks with his fingertips and stroked it behind his ears, as if he was doing something tense and solemn, Chen Ling's eyebrows were always furrowed, and his lips were tightly closed.

After wiping Qing Luo's cheeks and neck clean, Chen Ling's body was already drenched in sweat.With a sigh of relief, Chen Ling took off his outer shirt and hung it on the bedside for the time being.

Throwing a cloth towel and warming his arms over the charcoal fire, Chen Ling took off his shoes and went to bed, groping under the covers to help Qing Luo wipe off the cold sweat on his body.

Touching Qing Luo's fingers, wipe the five fingers delicately, and then scrub along the wrist up to the armpits.

In the past, he didn't feel that he was covered by clothes, but after touching Qing Luo's arm like this, he realized how thin he was.The wrist feels lonely, the muscles on the arm are thin, and the shape of the bone can be felt when the fingers touch it.Qing Luo couldn't use any strength at the moment, so she let Chen Ling play with her, her arms were cold and wet following Chen Ling's pulling and moving, not like a living person.

Chen Ling stared at Qing Luo's face all the time, saw his pale and chapped lips trembling, watched his nose wing move long and hard, saw all these things that proved that he was still breathing and alive, and the fear and worry in his heart was so strong. Only after a little hair can the sweat stains on Qing Luo's body be wiped off steadily.

Qing Luo's body was extremely cold, especially in the joints. The cold air seemed to come out from the cracks in the bones, and Chen Ling couldn't warm it up no matter how much he covered him.

Feeling the warmth in Chen Ling's hands, Qing Luo moved her thighs and knees with great effort, and lightly pressed them against Chen Ling's arms. Her head also hung on Chen Ling's shoulders. With only a layer of unlined clothing, Chen Ling could feel Qing Luo's lightness and coolness. His breath blows on his body.

Dazed for only a few blinks, Chen Ling gently helped Qing Luo up and leaned to the side, took off his middle coat and got into bed.

Holding Qing Luo's knees and calves against her abdomen, holding Qing Luo's wrists with both hands, clamping his hands under her armpits, and warming her chest with her arms in front of her chest.

In the end, he supported Qing Luo's back of the head and let him lean on his shoulders, with his/legs/open/open, protecting Qing Luo's whole body in front of him.

Leaning his back against the wall to save his strength, Chen Ling closed his eyes and listened to the crackling of raindrops outside the window.

He wanted the rain to stop sooner, but also wanted it to last longer. What should he do?He actually didn't know what to do.

Chen Ling didn't know when he fell asleep. When he woke up again, the rain had stopped, the sky was dark, and the moon was tiny, barely squeezing a little light into the room.

The two of them were no longer in the hugging and sitting posture at that time, but were lying on the bed facing each other. Chen Ling could feel Qing Luo's breath intersecting with his own.Qing Luo was still curled up in Chen Ling's arms, her calves curled up, and her warm knees pressed against Chen Ling's lower abdomen.

The temperature in the room is just right, neither too hot nor too cold.The charcoal basin should have been removed by Qing Ke and Yingcao when they were asleep, and the red light unique to burning charcoal could not be seen in the dark room.

Chen Ling's internal energy was locked, and he couldn't see Qing Luo's appearance clearly at the moment, so he could only touch Qing Luo's forehead with his fingers—it was slightly cool and dry.

Knowing that Qing Luo should be fine, Chen Ling felt relieved, his brows stretched, his eyes opened in the darkness, and he could barely make out the outline of Qing Luo by the faint moonlight.

She wanted to touch Qing Luo's cheek, but she was afraid of waking him up.

"Why don't you sleep..." Qing Luo's head moved, her voice hoarse and dry.

"Are you thirsty?" Chen Ling said, and was about to get up to pour water for Qing Luo, but Qing Luo grabbed his wrist.

"Need not."

Chen Ling followed Qing Luo's pulling force and lay back in place, and Qing Luo's knee immediately rested on Chen Ling's lower abdomen: "It's not thirsty..." Qing Luo's voice was shallow like a sigh.

"I'm sorry." Chen Ling's hand still fell on Qing Luo's cheek, groping, and pulled back the long hair that fell in front of Qing Luo: "I know it's meaningless, and I can't change anything if I say it. My guilt doesn't diminish in the slightest, but I...I want you to know that I care about you, especially you, and most of all..."

"Oh... so..."

"Yes."