Chun Feng Du Jian

This inn is small in scale, but the manpower is diligent and quick.When Wen Heng went upstairs, the clerk behind him was holding copper basins, hand towels and other things, and he was holding a lacquer box in his hand. When he opened it, there was a bowl of hot chicken noodle soup and a few dishes of side dishes.Xue Qinglan knew who wrote it at the first sight, but she couldn't help but said: "It's late at night, why bother."

"It's easy to say." Wen Heng gave him a pair of chopsticks, "If you can be more honest, nothing will bother you."

Xue Qinglan didn't eat two mouthfuls of dinner, Wen Heng was afraid that he would be hungry, so he asked the cook to simmer chicken soup on the stove, preparing for him to have a mouthful of hot rice when he woke up at night.The noodles are fresh, and the hot soup is clear and mellow, warming from the throat to the stomach, dissipating the lingering chill.Although times have changed, seasons, and places are different, when Xue Qinglan looks at the people sitting under the lamp through the hazy heat, it suddenly seems that they are still the silhouettes of young people on Yueying Mountain.

"See what I'm doing?" Wen Heng raised his eyelids and said lazily, "Eat well, don't be distracted."

Xue Qinglan sometimes suspects that Wen Heng has been imprisoned for too long, forgetting the changes in the world, and treating him like a teenage child, who has endless troubles like an old father every day.

He drank the last sip of soup in the warm candlelight, put the tableware into the box, cleaned his hands, and brought white cloth spirits to bandage Wen Heng's wound.

Wen Heng took off his clothes, exposing one shoulder.The sword wound there had already started to close up, but today because of Wen Heng and Master Nine's fight, it burst open again.Xue Qinglan wetted the old cloth belt with water, and carefully opened it. Seeing a bright red swelling underneath, she took a deep breath, frowned, and said, "The weather is hot, the wound is not closed well, and some festers. Don't forget to take care of it these days." You can’t pull it anymore, otherwise the wound will die, and it’s hard to say whether this arm can be saved.”

Wen Heng frowned, as if the injury wasn't on him, and deliberately teased him: "Yes, I would like to follow Mr. Xue's instruction."

Xue Qinglan didn't have time to pay attention to him, and stared at the wound solemnly, as if he had encountered a difficult problem, hesitantly said: "Your wound...you have to re-open the wound and squeeze out the pus and blood before it can be re-bandaged."

"Then cut it open." Wen Heng said indifferently, "I'm not afraid of pain, so you can just do whatever you want."

Xue Qinglan glanced at him, wanted to say something but held back, thought for a moment, stretched out his feet and hooked a spittoon under the stool, took the bottle of spirits he had prepared earlier, and said, "I'm offended."

Wen Heng also thought that he was going to wash the wound with strong wine, and was mentally prepared to bear the pain, but Xue Qinglan brought it over and took a sip, rinsed it and spat it out, leaned over and sucked the hideous red and swollen wound on his arm.

"Qing Lan!"

Wen Heng was so astonished that he subconsciously wanted to push him away and stand up, but Xue Qinglan's hand on his shoulder pressed down unquestionably, pressing him firmly on the stool, turning his head to spit out a mouthful of pus and blood, and lowered his head. He shouted, "Don't move!"

The wound was stained with strong wine on his lips, and the stinging pain burned along his right arm, causing half of his body to almost lose consciousness, but he could clearly feel the soft lips and warm breath, and the faint scent of wine floated like a shadow. In the air, you don't need to get drunk, but it is enough to make your heart sway, and you will suddenly forget what night it is.

Xue Qinglan spat out another mouthful of blood, and bowed his head again. Wen Heng accidentally mistook his eyes and saw that his cheeks to the roots of his ears were burning red. He didn't know whether he was flushed by the alcohol or ashamed, and the fingers on his shoulders were unconsciously clenched. , as if competing with himself.Wen Heng was so painfully gripped by him, it can be seen how much strength was used.

He was isolated from the world for four years, and he was not born in the valley all his life. Wen Heng was very clear about some things, but he never took the initiative to think about them, and he didn't expect that one day it would happen to him.

He thought he was estranged from others, his heart was full of years of hatred, and he had no time to be distracted by his children's love, but at this point, he was even reluctant to push Xue Qinglan away, so how dare he continue to lie to himself, pretending that there was still a future in his heart? What about still water with waves?

Wen Heng sighed silently, relaxed his tense shoulders, thought for a while, then raised his left hand, and carefully encircled Xue Qinglan's thin and slightly arched back.

As long as the hands and feet are agile, cleaning the wound does not take much time.Xue Qinglan sucked up the pus and blood, wiped off the blood with strong wine, applied the wound medicine, and then carefully wrapped it with a clean white cloth, and you're done.Wen Hengxu supported his back, and when he was done tidying up, he immediately handed him a teacup to rinse his mouth.

The shochu was so strong that Xue Qinglan only held his mouth shut, but felt a rush of alcohol rushing to the sky, making the corners of his eyes red.He didn't think so much when he wrapped Wen Heng's wound, he just wanted to save him from suffering, but after the matter was done, he came rushing in belatedly due to embarrassment and embarrassment.He didn't even dare to raise his head to look at Wen Heng, because he was afraid that he would go to the bottom of the matter and insist on finding out, and he was also worried that he would be disgusted in his heart and regard himself as such a frivolous person.

The room was filled with an uncomfortable atmosphere. Wen Heng gathered his clothes and saw Xue Qinglan standing stiffly by the table, seemingly at a loss. Telling him bluntly that he doesn't have to do this kind of thing for himself, I'm afraid I'll let down his deep friendship.It's easy to speak, but it's appropriate and doesn't hurt anyone, but it's like walking on ice. If you don't pay attention, you will step on something.Wen Heng pondered for a while, and finally reached out his hand, and gently pinched his smooth cheeks, and said: "Your face is blushing, and you still go out to drink like others, huh?"

He turned over the incident lightly, and although he didn't thank him, the meaning revealed in his attitude clearly meant that the friendship between the two of them didn't need a word of thanks for such a matter at all.This is a deeper level of love than what Ming said. Xue Qinglan's heart suddenly loosened. He pulled his hand down and put it away, and said with a smile: "Isn't it the same as drinking white water if you don't get drunk? What's the fun in treating your wound?" You've recovered, I'll accompany you to have a drink, and you'll understand." Then he cleared away the debris on the table, and said goodbye: "I won't bother you anymore, Brother Heng, go to bed earlier, turn over at night and be careful , don't press the wound."

Wen Heng asked, "Can you still sleep when you go back?"

Xue Qinglan was taken aback, and just remembered why she came here.Every night when he was sleeping soundly, the cold on his body would explode, his hands and feet cramped and his whole body convulsed from the cold. When he was good, he would wake up by himself, but if he was weak, he might fall asleep silently to death.Therefore, sleeping is a rest for ordinary people, but for Xue Qinglan, it is no less than walking a tightrope on the edge of a cliff, and one needs to be on guard from time to time.Over the years, his illness has become more and more serious, but he didn't want to worry Wen Heng, so he gave a vague "hmm" and pretended to be indifferent: "Didn't you use your true energy to help me sort it out just now? It should be fine."

Wen Heng didn't accept his tricks, and snorted coldly: "It's better to believe in ghosts than to believe in your 'should'. Stay here tonight and sleep with me, and I'll let you go back tomorrow when you're fine."

Xue Qinglan laughed: "How can this work? I'm not a child. How can there be two big men sharing a bed?"

Wen Heng said: "What does age have to do with it? I wasn't afraid when I was young, but I'm afraid when I grow up. What else can I do to you? Go get a pillow."

Xue Qinglan couldn't resist him, and she had a little selfishness after all, so she obeyed and brought a pillow and quilt from the next door.Not long after, the clerk went upstairs again to deliver hot water. After washing up, the two of them went to bed one after another.Xue Qinglan was inside, Wen Heng was outside, covered with a quilt, the same sleeping method as before in the small courtyard of Yueying Mountain.

Wen Heng's right arm was injured, and he only hugged him with his left arm. The body temperature spread through the single clothes, quickly warming the bed.For a moment, the shadow of the candle flickered outside the curtain, the sound of rain outside the window, and the long breath beside the pillow, filled the room with peace as soft as silk and satin.Finally, no more gnawing beasts lurked in the night, covering them lazily.

Xue Qinglan turned sideways to Wen Heng, secretly opened a gap in his eyelids, and saw his vague outline in the dim light and shadow.Wen Heng has sculpted eyebrows and phoenix eyes, a high nose and sharp lips, and his outline is too sharp, so his face is extremely cold when he is expressionless, and he looks very difficult to get close to when he is asleep, but when Xue Qinglan thinks of him, he always comes to mind first. You can see the gentle expression on this person's downcast eyes - except for Wen Heng, there is no other person in this world who can give him such a thick and peaceful gentleness.

But what is he to Wen Heng?

Xue Qinglan closed his eyes again, let out a soft breath, the movement was so small that it was almost silent, but Wen Heng's hand on his waist clapped it twice unhurriedly, like a noise The child closed his eyes and asked, "It's fine to peek at me while I'm sleeping. What do you mean by sighing? How can I not satisfy Mr. Xue?"

Xue Qinglan was scratched by him, so she immediately smiled and rolled towards him.Wen Heng hugged him into his arms, half-opened his eyes and stared at him: "Now you're making a fuss again, aren't you still asleep?"

Xue Qinglan leaned on his shoulder and lazily said: "I was sleepy just now, I can't sleep now."

Wen Heng sighed: "It's too delicate, you can't even hug it when you sleep, and you have to try to coax it. Come on, what do you want me to do?"

Xue Qinglan thought about it, because she had never been coaxed before, so she couldn't think of anything for a while, so she said: "It's still like when I was a child, Brother Heng, just say a few words."

"say what?"

"Say what's on your mind."

Wen Heng laughed lowly, and said: "I was thinking about Xingcheng, if I say it, I'm afraid you'll be too annoyed to go to sleep, or I'll recite an inner strength method for you? This will definitely work quickly."

Xue Qinglan bumped his head on his shoulder: "Don't listen!"

With how much strength he can exert, Wen Heng felt like being pawed softly by a kitten, and his chest trembled with laughter: "If you can't sleep, you plan to knock yourself out. It's not a bad idea. I'm afraid there will be an egg on my forehead tomorrow." With a big bag, it’s not easy to go out and meet people.”

He is also very good at running people, Xue Qinglan kicked him lightly under the quilt before saying anything.It is strange to say that the two of them chatted one after another, and after a while, sleepiness spontaneously arose and quickly occupied his mind. Wen Heng was still talking here, while Xue Qinglan seemed to be afraid of the light on the other side. She leaned sideways and buried her head in the hollow of his shoulder, already falling asleep.

As soon as Wen Heng stopped speaking, he seemed to be aware of it, and asked in a daze, "Brother Heng?"

Wen Heng pulled up the quilt for him, and replied gently: "Here."

Xue Qinglan was wrapped in warmth all over her body, so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyes, she still insisted on babbling vaguely: "Don't go..."

"Okay, don't go." Wen Heng lowered his head, touched the tip of his nose lightly on the top of his hair, and restrained his attachment, "I'll stay with you, go to sleep."