Strong duel

91 unfathomable

After three days of trekking, they finally came to the edge of the forest. When they looked up, there was an endless grassland in front of them.

Jing Ze frowned, and turned to look at the person next to him, "How are you?" He reached out and touched Leng Hanye's forehead to test his body temperature. First, he had to determine whether the person's condition could persist.

Leng Hanye's condition is not good, he didn't eat anything except drinking some water for three days, and with the injuries to his private parts, his face was sickly pale and looked very weak.

A few seconds after his fingers touched the skin, the other party turned his head away. Leng Hanye looked at the seemingly endless dark green grass, and crossed him and stepped into the ocean first.

Jing Ze pursed his lips and followed closely. He knew that the person in front of him was just a clockwork being wound up. He just walked mechanically according to the established rules, sticking to a stubborn stubbornness by instinct.

As the sun sets, the orange red in the sky is gradually eroded by gray and white, and a clear night emerges.

Someone standing on the edge of the grass looked up at the night sky full of stars, squinted his eyes and spit out a white smoke ring leisurely. The fluctuating body temperature of another person in his hand made him feel a little gloomy.

Looking at the empty grass stretching into the darkness, he threw away the cigarette butt and stamped it out under his feet, "If you can't hold on, just lean on me and take a rest."

The person next to him was standing straight. If he could not feel the scorching temperature of his body and his ugly face while holding his hand, no one would suspect that he was a patient.Sometimes this person's strength is as painful as his stubbornness, like a steel needle that can never be sharpened, while admiring his hardness, he is also gnashing his teeth in anger.

Leng Hanye tilted his head and looked in another direction. After a long silence, there was a depressing answer in the air, "No need."

They have been marching for three hours, but they haven't even seen the shadow of the ghost on the edge of the grass for such a long time.As the saying goes, half a penny can't beat a hero. In this kind of ghost Dongfang who has nowhere to go, what if he is the godfather of the underworld or a top killer?What they need most now is to wait for a car or get out from here, and then find a place where they can stay to treat Leng Hanye. His condition cannot be delayed any longer.

The solemn and cool Lanfeng carried the weed seeds across the dark wilderness, Leng Hanye staggered unsteadily, Jingze hurriedly reached out to support him, "How are you?"

"Huh? I'm fine." Leng Hanye's spirit began to become a little dazed due to the continuous high fever. He wanted to reach out and push Jingze away to prove that his physical condition was not that bad, but his body went against his will. Then fell into Jingze's arms.

Jing Ze hugged him from behind and sat together on a piece of crushed rush grass, then took off his coat and wrapped it around his body.The knee-high grass covered their figures, and they were the only ones who gave each other warmth in this place left behind by the world.

"Jing Ze." The deep and hoarse voice said his name, with an indescribable and inexplicable emotion.

"Huh?" Jing Ze responded to the other party in a low voice, feeling a long-lost pain in his heart, and Leng Hanye's weak voice hurt his originally numb nerves.

He hugged the body in his arms tightly, put his chin on Leng Hanye's shoulder, and kissed the burning ears of the person in his arms like nostalgia, he was waiting for him to speak, he wanted to hear him speak.

But after Leng Hanye called him, he became silent again. He stared at the night sky as if he was recalling the time of his life through the navy blue curtain. deep place.

It was too quiet, the deathly silence made Jingze feel unprecedented panic, trying to find a topic to stop the person in his arms from falling asleep.But he opened his mouth several times, but he didn't say a word.

Now, he doesn't know what else they could have said before?

Annoyed, he brushed his hair that was no longer smooth, and suddenly a light flashed in his mind, shaking the body in his arms, he said happily, "Hey, let me play a tune for you."

The drowsy Leng Hanye was shaken soberly, he was stunned for a while, and then replied with dignity, "Yes."

Jing Ze cleared his throat happily, and the melodious tune began to linger in the wild ridge with long thatched grass. The sleeping mountains under the stars and the person in his arms were the first listeners of this tune.

This is a piano piece that doesn't match Jingze's style. The first time I heard "The Street Where the Wind Lives" was from my younger brother Jingyi. The sad tune is like a voice of one person talking, lonely, lonely , like catkins floating in the wind, without direction.

His younger brother played this piece for five years, and he also listened to it for five years. Once he didn't understand the loneliness of staying on the road, and the confusion of not knowing where to go in the future.

Time flows quietly, and the past slowly fades away, leaving behind all the mottled wounds that are exposed.

Listening to it, I suddenly want to cry, no matter how lonely the wind is, it can stay wantonly, but they build a high wall in the secular torrent, shutting themselves in and keeping others out, Each tasted their own loneliness and sadness, and finally died alone and helpless, leaving only regretful heartbroken memories.

"Does it sound good?" After tears rolled down his cheeks, Qian Ze asked the person in his arms.

"Yeah." Leng Hanye came back to his senses, and he said, "It's my favorite song."

"My younger brother also likes this piano piece. I don't know if he still plays it now. If you have a chance, you can discuss it." Jing Ze said enthusiastically, as if he had finally started a chatterbox.

"Really...Maybe I can play..." Leng Hanye's voice gradually weakened until it disappeared into the misty night, and the words "I'll listen to you" were finally left between his lips and teeth. Silence replaces the feelings that cannot be expressed in the heart.

"Hello?" Jing Ze shook his body in his arms, but he didn't get a response like before. He felt the overheated body temperature in his arms, and whispered in his ear, "Leng Hanye, don't sleep. OK?"

But there was no sound other than the suffocating silence, and time seemed to stop passing, giving people the illusion that everything was frozen.

Like a person abandoned by the world, Jing Ze pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying, he shook the person in his arms and threatened viciously, "Leng Hanye, you must not sleep, if you fall asleep, I will kill you." Raze NK to the ground, kill all your subordinates, and take everything you have!"

Tightening the arms around his waist, he tried so hard to embed the person into his body, Jing Ze pressed his lips and forehead against the back of Leng Hanye's neck, his eyes were dry, it was the first time he regretted his impulsiveness at that time, he hated it so much He wanted to kill himself, this was the person he loved the most, the person he wanted to protect with his life, but why did he come to such a place?Why did he make him like this?

He hated this feeling of despair that he could only watch but could do nothing about, just like pulling the trigger on the instructor with his own hands, he could only watch the person he loved the most fall down in front of him.

No one came to help him, no one could rely on except himself, he couldn't sit still and wait for death.

Raising his head to force the moisture in his eyes back to his sockets, and wrapping his scarred body with his jacket, Jingze hugged the comatose Leng Hanye and continued walking aimlessly, the endless wilderness stretched forward endlessly, He didn't know whether what was waiting for them was hope or deeper despair...