a killer friend of mine

Wen Shisan didn't come for another half a month, and Qiuyang was already used to his erratic visits and disappearances, so he didn't feel annoyed or complained.After he disappeared for a long time, he occasionally brought bloody news to the capital, but sometimes he didn't, maybe because he didn't kill enough people to attract the court's attention, or he didn't kill people at all.Except for the first time about Qiu Zhen's death, she never asked him for anything, whether it was related to him or not, even if she knew, she couldn't give her any help, and she couldn't make him give up In this way, the only thing she can do is to provide him with a resting place, after the bloody mission, he can temporarily appreciate the warmth and peace of the world.

As the weather turned cooler, Qiuyang bought clothes and came back to sew Yudong's clothes.She made up her mind, one for Suman, one for Gui Rui, and one for herself... She originally planned one for Wen Shisan, but it might not be easy for him to wear it, so she gave up.Suman helped her cut the fabric properly, and sat down to drink tea. He got a cheap price and acted like a good boy: "Let's talk about it first, I want to cut branches of begonia and chrysanthemum pattern brocade."

Qiuyang looked up at the fabric and smiled slightly: "It's not fashionable anymore."

"It doesn't matter what you do outside in fashion, it's enough for you to look beautiful and comfortable." Suman has a unique style of dressing, and can always wear ordinary clothes in an eye-catching beauty, so Qiuyang nodded in agreement with her.

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Wen Shisan asked in an indistinct nasal voice, "Can I come in?" Suman got up to open the door, but Qiuyang stopped her, and said loudly, "Come in." .

He was wearing a crisp indigo blue robe with seawater patterns. He was supposed to be a dragon and a phoenix, but he seemed to have lost weight recently, and his clothes were not as tall and straight as before.Qiuyang pressed the back of his hand to his forehead, which felt slightly hot, and asked worriedly, "Is it sick?" He rubbed his nose, and said in a buzzing voice, "It'll be fine if you get a little cold and sleep." "Then why are you still running out?" ?" She touched his hand again, it was as cold as iron, and she felt anxious and angry.Wen Shisan didn't answer directly, but asked when he saw the baskets and fabrics, "Where are you sewing winter clothes? Do you have mine?"

Qiuyang pushed him towards the bed: "Without you."

Wen Shisan was pressed to sit down, and asked in a daze, "Why?" Realizing that Qiuyang was about to take off his robe, he subconsciously protected his chest, and turned slightly sideways: "I'll do it myself." Qiuyang knelt down and took off his robe for him. Boots: "I made it, can you wear it?" Wen Shisan was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "Of course...no one at home cares about what I wear." Qiuyang paused, looked up at him, and just met him Those hazy yet sober eyes.Wen Shisan looked away and lay down. Qiuyang tucked the quilt up for him, and said softly, "I'll make one for you. Have a good rest, and I'll make ginger soup for you."

Wen Shisan's face changed slightly when he heard the word "ginger soup", and he said stiffly: "I don't want to drink this stuff, it's too bad..."

"Be obedient." Qiuyang gently stroked his forehead, his drowsy head calmed down because of the short-lived warmth, sleepiness gradually overwhelmed his consciousness, he resisted for a moment, then closed his eyes.

Qiuyang walked 120 times slower than usual, lowered his voice and said to Suman, "You help him and watch him, I'll make ginger soup." Suman made a "don't worry" gesture, and she left quietly.

On the way, Wen Shisan's mouth was dry and he got up to drink water, because Suman was still feeling a little bit embarrassed.Su Man was understanding, and asked with a smile, "Mr. Wen wants to drink water?" He nodded while rubbing his forehead.Suman poured a glass of water and handed it over, but accidentally slipped the teacup. Even though Wen Shisan was drowsy, he still picked up the teacup steadily, and said in a warm voice: "Be careful." Suman apologized: "Yes." He finished drinking Shui still went back to bed and lay down, but this time without Qiuyang, he couldn't sleep well.

Not long after, Qiuyang came back with brown sugar ginger soup, gently shook the boy who was frowning slightly in light sleep, and warned him to finish the bowl of soup.Wen Shisan frowned and said, "Can you spill this bowl of inexplicable things? I almost fainted from the smell..." Qiuyang urged him to drink quickly: "Drinking is good for your health. Later Cover your sweat and you can go back alive." Wen Shisan said, "I would rather be sick for a few more days." Qiuyang pushed him: "I don't care about you." After saying that, he got up, but deliberately slowed down the rhythm As expected, Wen Shisan stopped her, and said irritably and helplessly, "I'll drink...can I drink it?" He took the bowl of brown sugar ginger soup with a frightening color and an indescribable smell, and drank it down with determination like a strong man breaking his wrist. When he was done, he let out an earth-shattering cough when he handed the bowl back.Qiuyang sat back, stroked his back, and said with a smile, "You drink too fast." After Wen Shisan stopped coughing, he licked the corners of his mouth unsatisfied, and raised his eyebrows unexpectedly: "...not as bad as the one I used to drink " He sat in a daze for a long while, and suddenly he felt blessed, and shouted: "They must have done it on purpose." Even Suman, who was hanging his head and embroidering flowers, was startled and looked over curiously.Qiuyang was puzzled: "Who? Who did it on purpose?" Wen Shisan said angrily, "My master and brothers, they must have deliberately made the ginger soup so unpalatable. God——" He covered his face in annoyance, "I have been tricked by them for so many years."

Seeing that he showed the usual twitch and liveliness that seldom showed in teenagers, Qiuyang laughed silently.

Wen Shisan clutched the quilt and slept until night. When he woke up, he was slightly dizzy due to sleeping too long, but his complexion was much better than when he came, and his voice was revived.After eating light porridge and side dishes, he left. Before leaving, he did not forget to remind Qiuyang not to forget the winter clothes he had promised him.

He is like a gust of wind, which comes inadvertently and leaves in a hurry. He may stagnate a little due to various reasons, but he will never stay for too long in the end.