[Xue Xiao colleagues] Spring is late

As Xue Yang said, Xiao Xingchen finally woke up the next morning.

With the exhausted person after recovery, he leaned on the bed table to support himself to sit up and look around. The simple and simple decoration, the deserted and inhuman atmosphere, is the Baixue Pavilion in memory.Xiao Xingchen's memory still stays in the battle in the valley four days ago, the man-eating white tiger, the bell-tied walking corpse, the beheaded Chang Yao, the sweet dream in the cave, and the Xue Yang he saw vaguely before losing consciousness...

The surroundings were quiet, even the little disciples in Baixue Pavilion hadn't started their morning class yet, there was no one there.

Xiao Xingchen just sat quietly like this, neither speaking nor moving. His wounds had just scabbed over. Although there was pain, it was not as tortured as that night in the cave. At this moment, Xiao Xingchen felt an indescribable feeling stuck in his chest.

Song Lan kept thinking about Xue Yang's estimated time. When he opened the door and walked in, he saw that Xiao Xingchen had already woken up. He thought to himself that Xue Yang is indeed a person who is accustomed to injuries. ... But after a long illness and becoming a doctor, this kind of "injury experience" is really sad.

Song Lan ordered the accompanying Xiao Daotong to bring over the liquid food that was simmering in the kitchen, and at the same time moved the stool to Xiao Xingchen's bed, and was about to inquire about his injuries, but Xiao Xingchen asked first: "Zichen, Xue What about Yang?"

This question caught Song Lan's attention. Xue Yang thought that Xiao Xingchen would not know who rescued him when he was unconscious, but now it seemed that Xiao Xingchen already knew it, and he was not completely unconscious when he was in a coma.He didn't want to interfere with these two people at first, but he really didn't know how to prevaricate others, so he could only reply dryly: "After he rescued you and came back, he came to deliver the medicine once and then left."

After a while, Xiao Xingchen asked again: "Did he...didn't say anything else?"

This time it was Song Lan's turn to be silent, what should I say?Said that he was unconsciously partial, but Xue Yang pointed it out?Or did it mean that Xue Yang had obviously suffered a great grievance, his distressed but contradictory attitude, and his quick warning and determination?

Song Lan, who was only a year or two older than Xiao Xingchen, couldn't even let go of her complex affection for her mother, so how could she have the magical powers to penetrate more complex love.

Fortunately, Xiao Xingchen didn't embarrass him for too long. Seeing his silence, he directly expressed his thoughts: "Zi Chen, I have thought a lot these years, and I found that I need him, but I found that It's too late, he probably doesn't need me anymore."

Song Lan was a little surprised, she opened her mouth slightly and said nothing, signaling Xiao Xingchen to continue.

"In the past, I always had inexplicable self-confidence. I felt that at least he needed me. I was special to him. Since I was so desperate to do it again, even if I couldn't make a difference between him and the common people He will not care about the choice, and he will cling to me tightly. But after the stone temple, I realized that no matter good or evil, he is also a member of the common people, and he is even more insecure than most people , suffered greater grievances and pain, but he never said it, and many of those grievances and despair were indirectly given to him by me."

Xiao Xingchen babbled on like this. Although Song Lan on the side didn't talk to him, she also understood that the past four years had brought Xiao Xingchen a lot of blood and tears.Although it was just a few words, Xiao Xingchen no longer sees things one-sidedly like in the past. Those two-sided viewpoints on good and evil, and his understanding of Xue Yang, who is both good and evil, made Xiao Xingchen even more so when he was a child. Song Lan, who was educated in black and white, the rules of the righteous way, was secretly surprised.

"So he thinks that if he cuts off contact with me, maybe both of us can live better." After Xiao Xingchen said this, he kept silent and didn't continue, but the aggrieved energy in his words, Anyone who comes to listen can hear clearly.

Song Lan paused, then asked, "But I see what you mean, you don't want to have nothing to do with him anymore, do you?"

This question touched Xiao Xingchen's heart. He hadn't experienced much in the world, and he had just lived in his early twenties. For the first time, he showed feelings of helplessness other than calmness and calmness to a close friend of his age.

Song Lan thought for a while and said, "Although I'm a blank sheet of paper, I think that the friendship between people is like cultivating Taoism and practicing swordsmanship. How much you give, Taoism and swordsmanship will reward you. .”

Xiao Xingchen didn't expect that his close friend would give such an example, but the respect he could get the serious Song Lan to enlighten him in a field he had never dabbled in was really precious, and Xiao Xingchen even frowned and "teached".

"A large part of the reason why Xue Keqing gave up is that he invested so much emotion, but he didn't get an equal response, and it even had a negative effect, making him feel painful and hopeless, so you have to think about what to do. Do something so that he no longer has to worry about gains and losses, and let him know that you also like... er, cherish him."

The two talked long and hard for half a day, and finally Xiao Xingchen just woke up exhausted and fell asleep after a while. Such days made him restless, and recuperating his injuries seemed to be an extremely long and difficult task. thing.

Finally, half a month later, the injury was almost healed. After using the scar-removing ointment given by Xue Yang, there were only a few faint marks left on the scars. Xiao Xingchen also planned to go to Song Lan farewell.

Song Lan's words during the recovery period enlightened him. The time is long and one has to look forward to it. Why do you miss it again and again in the loss and repeated torment? Dot.