Chun Feng Du Jian

In ancient legends, there is a kind of illusion called "obscurity", which can change a person or an object into another appearance, which is enough to confuse the real one, but once it is seen through, it will immediately restore the original appearance.Wen Heng now wonders if he has also fallen victim to Xue Qinglan's blindfold. He was so confused before, but now he is so stunned. Those details that he accidentally caught and slipped away are clearly clues to uncover the entire blindfold. , but he missed opportunities again and again, until he was awakened by the delirious Xue Qinglan himself, and finally cleared the fog barrier.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Wen Heng stared at his face, brushing his eyelashes trembling uncomfortably with his palm, and after the huge shock dissipated, there was an indescribable depression.He thought in a daze, "Did I disappoint you?"

Xue Qinglan was in a coma for several days, and occasionally woke up during the period, but they were very short-lived, as if he was trapped in a dream, and he couldn't lift his eyelids. He could only feel Wen Heng patiently passing the rice soup and medicinal soup one mouthful at a time.Sometimes when the body suddenly feels cold, there will be a warm current pouring in from the back of the heart, suppressing the turbulent cold for him.I don't know what method Wen Heng used, the frequency of the chills in his body became less and less frequent, while the originally weak true energy remained, like water receding and revealing rocks at the bottom of the river.The dark wounds and dry meridians were first warmed by Wen Heng's strong and gentle internal force. Later, his own internal force began to operate, and he gradually regained control of his limbs. Finally, he woke up one day and struggled to open his eyes. .

It was late at night when he woke up, Wen Heng was about to turn off the lights and go to sleep, when he called out "Brother Heng", his hands trembled, his fingers flicked crookedly, and the flame of the candle flickered violently, but it did not go out just then.Xue Qinglan only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and saw him leaning over, his long hair flowing down from his shoulders to his chest, the dim candlelight cast a soft halo on his brows, like an ancient painting that has passed through the ages .

"Wake up? How are you feeling?"

Although Xue Qinglan was still weak, his internal injuries were gradually healed, and he was much better than when he was injured. He stretched out his hand to ask him to sit up and asked, "Where is this?"

He looked around, and saw that the room was very large, but the furnishings were unfamiliar. He was lying on the bed under the gauze tent, wearing a clean white single jacket, with a soft brocade quilt on his body, and another pillow beside him.The room was filled with a faint medicinal smell, but because Wen Heng was sleeping next to him, there was a vague fragrance of green bamboo lingering in the tent, like his silent companionship.

"I rented a small yard in Wuning City." Wen Heng observed Xue Qinglan's expression, and saw that Xue Qinglan was not moved, probably because he forgot his dream in the carriage, "You have slept for nearly five days, looking at your complexion today It's better, has the injury improved? Is your chest still hurting?"

Xue Qinglan lowered his head and opened his clothes, glanced at his chest, and saw that the black and purple palm prints had faded, leaving only a layer of gray marks. He shook his head and said, "It doesn't hurt, I'm much better, Brother Heng, thank you."

Normally, Wen Heng would have told him to eat the word of thanks on the spot, but today after hearing this sentence, he didn't say a word for a long time. After pondering for a moment, Fang asked, "Are you hungry? Go cook you a bowl of porridge to satisfy your hunger."

Xue Qinglan hurriedly said: "I'm not hungry, so don't bother me at night."

Wen Heng pressed on his abdomen through a layer of unlined clothing, then brushed up his long hair again, stood up and said, "No trouble. Just wait for me, it will be fine soon."

The water and rice in the kitchen are all ready-made, Wen Heng quickly set up a pot to boil the water, thinking that the taste is boring, so he peeled a few chestnuts and threw them in to cook with the rice.The fire in the stove was dancing, and he was slowly stirring the porridge with his hands, but he was obviously absent-minded, and there was a rare bit of bewilderment in his eyes.

These five days are enough for Wen Heng to think through every bit of Xue Qinglan related to Xue Qinglan in the past seven years. He is very patient and very cautious, so he finally has the answer to some things that puzzled him in the past: for example, why did he When I saw Xue Qinglan, I felt familiar at first glance. Another example is why Xue Qinglan was obviously withdrawn back then, but he was willing to risk his life for someone he just met.

But at the same time, he also realized that Xue Qinglan was deliberately hiding this matter from him—hiding it for seven years—there was certainly some luck behind it, but more of it was a secret and profound pain that no one could complain about. Once he asked the exit, he would inevitably touch these wounds, and even forcibly tear open the scars that were hidden by him.

Xue Qinglan has always been a very independent person since she was a child. At best, she has good ideas, but at worst, she is stubborn and self-determined. When it comes to big things, she will go her own way. She will not discuss with anyone, let alone listen to advice.And Wen Heng was able to realize this point precisely because he himself had similar traits.He escaped from the wind and snow, so he knows better than anyone that Xue Qinglan's "independence" is not a bad thing, on the contrary, for those of them who lick blood at the edge of a knife, if they are not arbitrary and domineering, sometimes it is useless. way to survive in a harsh environment.

So he was not sure what kind of words and attitudes he should use to recognize Xue Qinglan, so that he would be careful enough not to shake the foundation of his standing, nor to hurt his branches and leaves.

While he was meditating, the door hinge behind him turned, and there was a "squeak" sound. Wen Heng looked back and found that Xue Qinglan was wearing his outer robe, and was slowly walking in while leaning on the wall.He hurriedly put down the spoon, stepped forward to hold the person, and his tone was soft like water waves as soon as he opened his mouth: "Why did you wander out by yourself? You are just a little bit better, so be careful. It will be a pain in the ass. The porridge needs to be cooked for a while, it is smoky here Liao, I'll accompany you back to lie down, okay?"

Xue Qinglan supported his hand, and said with a low laugh: "Brother Heng, you are too careful, am I just paper, and it will break if you touch it?"

His words just touched Wen Heng's mind. Wen Heng stared at him condemningly, his eyes seemed to be asking "otherwise", Xue Qinglan couldn't help laughing, and comforted him: "I don't run around, and I don't want to run around. To make trouble for you, I'll just stay here to see you for a while, after all, I haven't seen you for five days, it's strange."

Wen Heng stared at him helplessly, there was nothing he could do about it, so he could only say: "It seems that it is really good, and I am in the mood to amuse me again—forget it, come as you like, the kitchen is stuffy, I'll go Open the window."

As he spoke, he turned and pushed open the wooden window on the east wall. The cool breeze in early autumn diluted the sweltering smoke in the room instantly. Xue Qinglan looked out the window and saw two lush green trees planted in the courtyard, with The fruit is so gratifying, he asked with a smile, "Is there a jujube tree in the yard? It grows really well."

Wen Heng straightened his clothes and tucked the neckline tightly so as not to be blown away by the wind: "When I arrived in Wuning, I asked someone to find a small yard for me. The two jujube trees were very eye-catching, so I rented this place."

Xue Qinglan nodded with a smile, and looked out of the window again, with a sense of sadness in his eyes: "I see, do you like jujube trees very much?"

"I can't say I like it." Wen Heng paused slightly with his hand arranging his clothes, and it just stopped on his heart, and then he said in a calm and authentic tone like gossip: "I just remembered that you and I met under such a jujube tree back then. "

Xue Qinglan suddenly turned her head and looked back, her heart almost jumped out of her throat, and her voice suddenly split: "You—"

"Well, I see."

Wen Heng pressed his heart lightly, feeling his heartbeat beating against his palm, and immediately said in a deep voice: "Exhale slowly, don't worry. Don't panic, your internal injury is just right, don't get too excited .”

Xue Qinglan's eyes went dark for a moment, and belatedly realized that his blood was surging just now under the agitation of his mind. He was hugged by Wen Heng for a while, and his violent heartbeat slowly calmed down.However, his heart stopped beating, and he was still flustered. He didn't even dare to raise his eyes to meet Wen Heng's, and his throat was sore: "How...how did you find out?"

"When you were in a coma a few days ago, you said you slipped the tongue." Wen Heng sighed, "It's also my fault that I have no eyes and no eyes, and I get along day and night, but I didn't recognize you."

Xue Qinglan understood when he thought about it, he probably accidentally showed his appearance in the delirium when he was in a daze of fever, and Wen Heng is so smart, as long as there is a little reminder, he can immediately follow the clues and guess eight out of ten. .

"You probably don't know that you have face blindness. You told me before that you can distinguish me from Ah Que, and you won't think of me as him." He grabbed Wen Heng's hand before he had time to let go, obviously wanting to He laughed and joked, but for some reason, as soon as he opened his mouth, tears rolled down his face, "Even Zong Fan recognized me, but you have never recognized me. I wanted to keep this secret , I will tell you suddenly one day, so that I will scare you...I didn't expect to be bluffed by you..."

When he bowed his head and sobbed, he was more like Ah Que back then. He had a huge grievance hidden in his heart but couldn't speak it out. He would only swallow all the pain silently.Wen Heng's heart throbbed with tears burning, and he couldn't help but want to do something to coax him, even if it was to feed him a piece of candy and let him sweeten it for a while.

"It's my fault, I should have found your...A Que earlier."

He gently lifted Xue Qinglan's chin, lowered his head and kissed it, from the corner of his tearful eyes to his soft lips, and the tip of his tongue melted a little bit of bitter tears.

The night wind blows through the courtyard, rustling the branches and leaves of the trees, and occasionally there is a muffled sound, which is ripe dates falling from the branches, awakening the little sparrows nesting on the branches, chirping like raving——

Candlelight illuminates the two people embracing each other, reflecting a blurry silhouette on the ground, extending to the shade of the jujube tree, like a trek that started in the winter snow, and finally settled in the autumn wind.

Everything in the past has been fulfilled.