[Xue Xiao colleagues] Spring is late

This wait was from sunrise to sunset, when Xue Yang came late with a can of soup.

Before his feet crossed the threshold, he smiled all over his face from a long distance: "Is the Taoist priest hungry? The blood-enriching soup stewed in the kitchen is just right at this moment."

Xue Yang's tone was brisk, and the ending was raised high. Xiao Xingchen tilted his head slightly when he heard the voice, and the golden color on the half of the window sill swept across his face, thin and transparent. He stretched out a hand and smiled slightly: " Xue Keqing, will you feed me? You seem to be very happy?"

Xue Yang helped him down to the ground and led him to sit on a chair, then stirred the soup in the pot and poured it into a bowl, leaned over and said affectionately, "Of course I'm happy, I killed someone and made a murderous corpse, it's amazing."

Xiao Xingchen let out a 'puchi' laugh, covering his mouth with joy: "You are already nineteen this year, why are you still acting like a child? Do I believe you when you say that?"

Xue Yang snorted, held up the bowl and said, "Believe it or not, drink the soup, sleep well after drinking, and go sightseeing around the mountains when you recover from your injuries. Why do you have to deal with the messy things of these aristocratic families?"

Xiao Xingchen shook his head and said, "It's not that I insist on taking care of it, will you come with me? I won't care if I leave."

Xue Yang paused, lifted a spoon and stuffed Xiao Xingchen's mouth full, a few drops of soup flowed out from the corner of his mouth, and the rest poured into his throat, causing him to tilt his head and shake his body, coughing violently. Xue Yang was about to give him a back, Xiao Xingchen turned his head and grabbed Xue Yang's hand, "Huh? Why is the taste of this soup so familiar?"

He thought about it for a moment, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the taste was the same as the one he drank before, and suddenly he laughed again: "You made this yourself, right? Even the addition of wolfberry is the same as when you were in Yizhuang."

Xue Yang glanced at him lightly, and said expressionlessly, "What are you talking about? It's been a long time, and I've forgotten all about it. I made this soup for Jin Guangyao. He is sick and has a naughty mouth. He hates me for cooking it." It's too sweet, I think I brought it to you after throwing it away as a waste, Daoist Xiao has always been kind, so he won't mind, right?"

Xiao Xingchen knew very well that this soup was not as bad as he said, it was clearly light and moderate and not too sweet, not only added medicine to stop bleeding, but also many anti-inflammatory things, it was not difficult to make a bowl together He hadn't heard of Jin Guangyao being injured for the medicinal diet, so Xue Yang must have boiled it for him specially.

He has always been a lazy person, and he will never do anything if he can do it. He is uncharacteristically arguing with him today, and pretends to be relaxed and comfortable. He must have something to say and do in the future, and he doesn't want to let him know. It's in line with his usual way of doing things that don't match his heart.

He absolutely didn't believe that Xue Yang was ruthless to him. When he met Xue Yang in Yueming Mountain, although he couldn't see him, he could definitely imagine Xue Yang's expression at that time. It was beyond simple description of anger and panic.

When being supported by him, his hands were shaking more than his sore wrists, and he said harshly that he would make the person behind the scenes pay the price.If he was ruthless, his temperament should be the same as before, resolute and absolutely not procrastinating, he would leave as soon as he said it, and he had never appeared by his side for several years.

Is it because of his eyes?Xiao Xingchen stretched out his hand to touch it, and while his thoughts were spinning, his fingertips tightened, and he covered his head and rolled over on the table: "It hurts...it hurts..." He quickly tapped an acupuncture point on his forehead, Immediately, two streams of blood flowed down the eye sockets, and the cloth covering the eyes was soon dyed bright red.

The spoon in Xue Yang's hand fell to the ground suddenly, and regardless of the soup splashed on his body, he quickly hugged him into his arms, panicked and broke Xiao Xingchen's hand, "Let me see! Why is it bleeding again. ..let go!"

Xiao Xingchen tightly covered his eyes, rolled over and over in Xue Yang's arms, sweating profusely, and said tremblingly, "It hurts... Xue Yang..."

Xue Yang couldn't let go of his hand, seeing more and more blood flowed, his urgent voice changed his tune: "Don't scare me, Xiao Xingchen, let go and I'll give you medicine..."

Xiao Xingchen let go of his hands, the cloth was already soaked and blood was oozing out, Xue Yang was terrified, his eyes were red and seemed to be dripping with blood, he was about to reach out, but Xiao Xingchen grabbed him , intermittently said: "Xue Yang... I need you, I can't see the way, can you take me along..."

"Okay...okay, it will be okay..." Xue Yang nodded and shook his head again, speaking incoherently, he didn't know what Xiao Xingchen said, there was only the blood red in his eyes that was getting deeper and deeper, he hugged He quickly applied the medicine and changed it, and was terrified by Xiao Xingchen's pale and transparent face, and he comforted him helplessly: "I will cure you, it won't hurt for too long, trust me...be patient... .to beat..."

Xiao Xingchen was trembling from the drops of water dripping on his neck. He felt distressed, startled and frightened. Xue Yang really wanted to do something, so he pretended to be calm and didn't have anything to do with him. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, and be confident, unless there is no certainty of living this time.

Xiao Xingchen's face turned pale again, his whole body was like a cold porcelain statue, and his whole body was as cold as washing with water. Now that things had come to an end, he absolutely couldn't stop Xue Yang, and he didn't dare to distract him, but how could he let Xue Yang He went to die alone?It was just a pair of eyes, he had long since ignored the past, but he never thought that Xue Yang would feel guilty all his life.

He bowed his back and shrank into Xue Yang's arms, tightly holding his warm palms, wanted to cry but refused to dare, Song Lan's question was really right, looking at the encounter between him and Xue Yang in previous lives and in this life, What did he do for Xue Yang?Just saving his life unknowingly, in exchange for his tragic death in the previous life, regretting his whole life, he will have to sacrifice his life again in the next life...

There are so many entanglements with him in my heart, if he never took the initiative to see him in this life, would he still have a wanton and bright life?But I have seen, read, and can't forget, and I don't want to miss someone after a long time, but I can't see you again.

Xiao Xingchen hugged his waist tightly, and whispered against his chest: "You...take me...together..." His voice gradually weakened, and at some point, the fragrance of autumn water lit became stronger and stronger, Thin blue-gray smoke spit out from Songhe's mouth and rose into the air, then swayed and scattered in every corner of the room.

He always thought that Xue Yang would put the drug in the soup, so he put so many goji berries to cover up the taste. He pretended that the wound had recurred, and while testing what he wanted to do, he didn't need to drink the soup anymore, but forgot about him. Xue Yang knew about medical skills, he could tell if there was anything in the soup, so how could he knowingly commit a crime.

With Qiu Shuixiang together, he subconsciously held his breath, but he was still dizzy from the inhalation, and lost consciousness for a short time. In the middle of the night, the fragrance was finally forced out of his body by him, his soft legs were dizzy. His head finally recovered a bit.

Xiao Xingchen fumbled out the door, and walked quickly towards Jin Ran's residence that he had inquired about during the day when Xue Yang was not there. It was said that it was a child who often pestered Xue Yang, and Xue Yang was also very pampering to him, maybe He could also ask about Xue Yang's whereabouts.

This is the first time he has gone out since he was blind. When he was staying in the past, he didn't walk back and forth because he was a guest. There was burning pain, and the injured eye sockets also swelled and ached.

He was very anxious, for the first time he felt that Jinlin Terrace was as big as a maze, he couldn't find it at all, and it made him feel more and more distant as he walked, he walked anxiously through the corridor of the rockery, the oncoming cold water vapor made his steps falter Suddenly, he almost fell into the water.

The weeping voice behind him came with resentment and grievance, mercilessly accusing: "Isn't it too early for Daoist Xiao to die for love now? My brother Ayang is not dead yet, why are you so anxious?"

Xiao Xingchen turned his head suddenly, and hurried forward over the slippery stone under his feet, "But young master Jin Ran?" Where did Yang go?"

Jin Ran was imprisoned by Jin Guangyao for a day because he wanted to secretly follow Xue Yang. He was already angry and hated, and finally found an opportunity to escape, but he met Xiao Xingchen walking around his yard, and he asked him , the resentment that had no place to vent in his heart suddenly found an outlet, and scolded with red eyes: "Where does he go to care about your business? Didn't you leave? Why did you come back? If you don't come back, you won't be blind, he I won't blame myself in pain, and I won't even risk my life for you!"

He whimpered loudly again: "Do you know where Lieyan Mountain is? It's a gate to hell! The ground is full of magma and flames. For a hundred miles around, no birds can enter, and no grass can grow. A mortal place where no one has ever set foot!"

Jin Ran hugged his knees and squatted on the ground, pulling his hair: "It's all my fault! Uncle said that someone deliberately put the broken pages of Lieyan Mountain into the book, why should I show him! I killed him!"

The blood on Xiao Xingchen's face faded, and he shivered under the cold moonlight. He leaned against the rockery behind him and said in horror: "Impossible, he can't die, what must die, he will definitely come back alive, Lie Yan Mountain..." His fingers also trembled, he had never heard of this place, and just hearing the name, he felt that his whole body was covered in flames.

This reminded him of when his soul body was wandering, and he saw Xue Yang sacrifice himself to his soul, burning his body in the flames of the life soul lamp and writhing in pain; even though he was suffering like that, he would bear it one by one and come back again, so, it was just a flaming mountain , Xue Yang will definitely be alive...

He couldn't help comforting himself, but his heart was as cold as ten thousand years of frost. He turned his head and looked for Jin Ran in a panic, and rushed forward to hold his arm tightly, "Where is it? I'm going to find him, where is Lieyan Mountain? "

Jin Ran threw his hand away and shouted: "What are you going to do? To distract him by adding chaos?" He looked at the person in front of him viciously, breathing fast and crazy, and calmed down after a while, and said coldly: "I regret it, Take you there now, if he dies, then you go underground to accompany him!"