[Xue Xiao colleagues] Spring is late

Xue Yang returned to Jinlin Terrace in a daze, just in time to bump into Jin Guangyao on the way back to Fangfei Hall holding the qin. When he saw Xue Yang, Jin Guangyao was taken aback for a moment, and said, "Chengmei, how did you do this?"

Xue Yang followed his gaze and looked down, there was a large wet mark on the side of his waist, and he reached out to touch the blood on his hand, only to find that even on the steps he walked just now, there were a series of bright red blood spots dotted around, no need to think about it. I know the wound is open again.

He covered his waist and pressed hard, the blood gushed out along the gap between his fingers, Jin Guangyao was dumbfounded, and even ignored Qin, he raised his hand and threw it on the ground to help him, cursing: "You are dead, you Stop the bleeding now!"

Xue Yang pressed hard again, raised his eyes and said, "Look, it doesn't hurt at all, and I can't die."

Jin Guangyao was in a hurry, and pulled his hand away to cover it, but Xue Yang pushed him away, turned back to his place without looking back, Jin Guangyao stood there for a long time and couldn't regain his senses, this was the first time When Xue Yang met him, he didn't bicker with each other, and he didn't open his mouth to hurt him. He just went out to save someone. What happened?Or is it that people who are injured too much are stupid?

Injuried?Jin Guangyao was worried, the injury looked serious, he was trembling when he walked, and he used the teleportation talisman, his spiritual power might be almost exhausted, Jin Guangyao slapped his forehead fiercely, and hurriedly replied. After entering Fangfei Hall, he put down the qin casually, turned around and ordered someone to invite the doctor.

But then a shadow passed behind him at an extremely fast speed, Jin Guangyao turned his head before he had time, his waist tightened, and he was suddenly embraced by someone.

Jin Guangyao's scalp was numb, and his whole body seemed to be pricked by steel needles. He felt extremely uncomfortable everywhere. He was in a hurry to come back from Qinghe because the people under him had reported that Lan Xichen had come to Jinlin Tower, but Lan Xichen was He would definitely not do such a thing of casually hugging people, no, I'm afraid he can't even hug people, but who would be so bold this time!

Suddenly, he thought of a person, before he could shout out, a human head appeared from behind, and said with a grin, "Brother is back?"

He closed his eyes abruptly, and pushed the person away several times, with a stiff smile on his face: "Xuanyu? Why are you here with me?"

Mo Xuanyu poked his finger with an unhappy face: "I miss my brother, you have been away for several days, and no one plays with me."

Jin Guangyao suffered from headaches. At the beginning, Jin Guangshan took Mo Xuanyu to the Jinlin Terrace just to suppress himself. Who knew that Mo Xuanyu would be a timid character in the end, since he didn't achieve the effect Jin Guangshan wanted. , and was forgotten in an unknown corner, where would he remember such a person, such an inconspicuous son.

Mo Xuanyu was still the same as before, especially fond of clinging to him. Xue Yang once said that seeing Mo Xuanyu almost three times a day with him was not enough, and he was playing with some weird food every day to send to Fangfei Hall.He remembered that he was sent down the mountain because of the disgusting incident in the past, which also indirectly caused him to go crazy and die miserably. He thought that today would not affect the overall situation, and if he could keep it, he would keep it and watch it under his nose. It would be good to be taken advantage of by some people, but he seems to have forgotten that there have always been rumors in the market that Mo Xuanyu has a habit of breaking sleeves. Could it be that he is still evil in this life?

Or was he overwhelmed by the matter of Xue Yang and Xiao Xingchen recently and worried too much?

Jin Guangyao was one head and two big, and remembering Xue Yang and Xiao Xingchen's constant and chaotic relationship, he realized that he was no longer surprised by this fact. He glanced at the colorful flowers on the table. He rubbed his head and said tiredly: "Xuanyu, I still have things to do, why don't you go out and play by yourself for a while?"

Mo Xuanyu agreed without hesitation, but soon realized that Jin Guangyao was driving him away, so he changed his mind after thinking about it: "Brother, do you want to go out? Can I follow?"

Jin Guangyao wanted to refuse at first, but thought that now he even dared to trespass in the Fangfei Palace where he was staying, leaving him alone might cause any trouble, so he nodded indiscriminately, went out and appointed someone to invite the doctor, and took Mo Xuan Yu hurried to Changle Pavilion.

When I got to the place and took a look, it was a remote place. I felt inexplicably that the yard was desolate and dead. In summer, even the doors and windows were closed tightly. If I didn’t know that people had come back, such a place really didn’t look like someone lived there. Pass.Jin Guangyao was worried, secretly wondering what happened to Xue Yang?Going out for a trip, the whole person is not quite right, could it be that something happened and I can't think about it?

He walked a few steps in a hurry, stretched out his hand and opened the door, only to see Xue Yang sitting in the small hall and slowly applying medicine to himself. He took off all the clothes on his upper body, and several laps of gauze were wrapped around his body. In some places, a lot of blood oozes out after wrapping it up, and several layers of medicine can't suppress the smell of blood in the whole room.

Seeing him bring Mo Xuanyu into the house, Xue Yang ignored him lazily, raised his arms to face the light, knocked on the medicine bottle and poured a whole bottle of medicine in one go. There was a bunch of them, and they planned to get tangled up before they even got even one.

Jin Guangyao took a step forward and grabbed his hand, his eyes fixed on the unbandaged wounds, those wounds were horrifying, uneven, there were sword wounds, burns, and even frostbite.

Burns and knife injuries are common, but frostbite is unusual. In this world, only a sword wielded by one person has the ability to frostbite a person.

Jin Guangyao's eyes were tightly covering Xue Yang, and he suddenly stretched out his hand to untie the bandage he had wrapped. Xue Yang hid a few times, and a lot of blood flowed from the wound on his body. Jin Guangyao suddenly became angry: "Sit down!"

Xue Yang looked at him motionless for a moment, then suddenly fell silent, allowing him to hold his arm, and took off all the gauze that had been messily wound up just now.

Every time Jin Guangyao uncovered one, his eyes deepened a little bit, and when he finally saw his messy and messy wounds, he shook his hands: "I have to let me see, this wound is all done by Xiao Xingchen? "

Xue Yang didn't speak, he didn't care about the wound, he got up and went to the inner room, Jin Guangyao grabbed him and yelled, "Come back!"

He pressed the puppet-like figure on the chair, carefully applied the medicine and rewrapped the gauze, and sarcastically said: "Who do you want to show you looking like you are dying? I don't feel sorry for you, I'm afraid you will die." There's no one to do anything for me."

Xue Yang's voice was dry and hoarse, he lowered his head and said, "Let's go out when you're done talking, I want to stay by myself for a while."

Jin Guangyao ignored him and chased him away, helped him onto the bed and covered him with a quilt, stroked his shoulders and said, "Go to another place tomorrow, why is this place still cool in summer?"

Xue Yang closed his eyes and didn't even look at him. Jin Guangyao knew that he must have suffered a great grievance, otherwise he would never have behaved like this. He was afraid that something would happen to him and he would procrastinate and refuse to leave. After all, he had never I have seen Xue Yang like this now, he seems to have lost his soul, and when he lived insolently and recklessly before, he never had such an appearance of ashen ashes.

He yelled several times while sitting on a chair beside him, but Xue Yang pretended not to hear it. Just as he was at his wit's end, there was a clattering sound behind him, and Mo Xuanyu poured something out of the pen holder on the table, and said in confusion: " Huh? Why is this in the pen holder? Where did the stick come from?"

Jin Guangyao turned his head, and Mo Xuanyu was holding a brown stick in his hand. He felt helpless, and said with his hand on his forehead, "Xuanyu, don't mess with other people's things."

Mo Xuanyu let out an 'oh', stretched out his hand and said, "I know how to read, this says that the east wind is coming in February, and the grass is blooming." He glanced at the person lying on the bed and said cautiously: "Brother Yang still believes this?"

Xue Yang straightened up half of his body, and said expressionlessly: "I don't believe it, you kid, take it out and throw it away."

"I'm not a kid, I have a name, my name is Mo Xuan..."

"Okay Xuanyu, give me the things, you go out first." Jin Guangyao stood up and pushed him, signaling him not to speak anymore, but Mo Xuanyu shook off his hand and stared at Xue Yang, Aggrieved: "Does my brother only like brother Yang? I can also help my brother."

Jin Guangyao was exhausted for a while, the big and the small couldn't be coaxed, so he had to let Mo Xuanyu stay in the room, and Xue Yang stared at the stick in his hand, almost staring at it to burn himself into fly ash.

It's a pity that Jin Guangyao was destined to be unsatisfactory. He took a look at the lottery and saw the doorway at a glance, but he pretended to be puzzled: "Chengmei, you will definitely not go to the temple to ask for a lottery, because you only feel that asking for others is worse than asking for yourself, and this lottery was specially designed by you." Put it in the pen holder, let me guess who gave it to you..."

Xue Yang said slowly: "Don't guess, Xiao Xingchen gave it to me. This thing is useless to me. Throw it away."

Jin Guangyao persisted: "The second half of the above-signed sentence is Sijun's late spring, nine times a day, is it really useless to you?"

Xue Yang's back stiffened as soon as he lay down, and he said coldly, "I'm illiterate, you should tell others this, I don't understand."

"It's Lovesickness, Long Lovesickness, what Xiao Xingchen means, don't you really understand?"

Xue Yang stretched out his hand to grab the stick, and he held the stick tightly in his palm, and it turned into a pile of fine powder in an instant. He gritted his teeth, trembling all over, and clenched his fists and shouted: "Enough Meng Yao! Get out!" !"

Only then did Jin Guangyao stand up satisfied, and said meaningfully: "Although I don't know what happened between you, but seeing your injuries and the appearance of being abandoned, it won't be too pleasant anyway, I just want to I would like to advise you, if you have feelings, then you should pay back what you should pay with your life; if you have no feelings, the rules of the Jianghu family are dangerous, the hearts of the people are sinister, and life and death depends on your own ability and means, then you all owe each other , that being the case, why bother to be so embarrassing again and again for a person who stands on the opposite side of oneself."

The person on the bed was silent, as if he had never heard of it, Jin Guangyao looked around, and could only see the person under the quilt trying to huddle into a ball, even his exposed shoulders were shaking violently, he looked away and sighed, not knowing how to persuade others I was still persuading myself: "Since your heart is abandoned like a shoe, why not give up and live for yourself, how can you ask yourself for others?"