Burning Heart[ABO]

In the middle of the night, Ye Huaining woke up from the cold, put on his coat and stood up, opened the curtains to look outside, the blizzard had arrived as expected.

The snow in the yard was very thick, and it looked extraordinarily heavy in the night, covering everything up.Ye Huaining looked at it for a while, and was a little worried, such a big snow mountain road would definitely not be able to walk, he suspected that he might not be able to go down the mountain tomorrow.

He picked up the tongs and turned the charcoal basin to make the charcoal fire burn more vigorously, then went to the cabinet to get an extra quilt, Ye Huaining lay back on the bed and closed his eyes.

Before falling asleep in a daze, he heard a faint knock on the door outside, which came from the front yard, intermittently and indistinctly.Ye Huaining listened quietly for a while, sure it wasn't his illusion, so he got up again and went to open the door.

The person outside the door was bent over, his bleeding hand resting on the door frame, his whole body was covered with snow, and he was in a state of embarrassment.The person under the big hat of the down jacket slowly raised his head, Ye Huaining froze when he reached the point of his mouth, his brows were already furrowed.

Ji Rao's eyes lit up when he saw him: "Huai Ning, you are indeed here..."

Ye Huaining's expression faded: "What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

Ji Rao's throat rolled, and he explained in a hoarse voice: "I heard that you went up the mountain. The weather forecast said that it will snow tonight. You haven't gone back. I was worried that something might happen to you, so I went up the mountain to find you."

Ye Huaining looked at him expressionlessly, Ji Rao forced a smile on his frozen face, Ye Huaining coldly withdrew his gaze and turned back.

Ji Rao chased after him, he had just fallen several times on the mountain road, and he was so cold that his whole body ached, he couldn't keep up with Ye Huaining's pace, and he deliberately didn't get too close to Ye Huaining, so as not to upset Ye Huaining in the middle of the night.

Ye Huaining closed the door, took off his coat and lay back on the bed again, without any thoughts in his mind, turned over and quickly fell asleep.

Ji Rao stopped outside the door, and stood silently for a moment, until the snow that fell rustled and piled up on his shoulders again.

After sighing, he went to the empty room next door.

That whole night Ji Rao didn't sleep well, there was no heating equipment in the room, he woke up sometimes, and developed a low fever in the middle of the night.

The electricity in the temple stopped at the back, Ji Rao propped himself up, went to the kitchen to boil a pot of hot water with firewood, rummaged through the box and found a handful of candles and matches, set them on the window sill outside Ye Huaining's room and lit them.

Ye Huaining is afraid of the dark, if he wakes up again before dawn, he will definitely feel uncomfortable when he finds out that the electricity is cut off.

Afraid that the candle would be knocked over, Ji Rao didn't dare to go back to the room, rubbed his hands, held a cup of hot water in his hand, and sat down outside Ye Huaining's room door.

At five o'clock in the morning, the teacher's father pushed the door out, and Ji Rao was still sitting under the eaves, motionless and almost frozen.

Hearing the movement, Ji Rao came back to his senses in a daze, dragged his numb legs to get up, and went to thank the teacher and father.

When Ye Huaining walked into the kitchen, the old master was helping Ji Rao to bandage the wound on his hand. One hand was scratched by Ye Huaining's dagger the night before, and the other hand was bloodied by a tree branch last night.

After the dressing was finished, the teacher and father told him quietly: "Take the antipyretics and go to sleep first, you can't go down the mountain if the snow doesn't stop."

Ji Rao looked up at Ye Huaining who came in, Ye Huaining ignored him, greeted the teacher and father, and went to boil water.

In the morning, teacher and father still went to the front Buddhist hall to read scriptures and meditate, Ye Huaining went to accompany him, and chatted with him to pass the time when he was free.

"Does it often snow here in winter? Once it snows, you will be isolated from the outside world and have no way of contacting the outside world. Are you not afraid of any accidents by yourself?"

Facing Ye Huaining's question, the teacher and father calmly asked him: "If the person inside didn't come last night, you and I would be left, both isolated from the world, would you be afraid? If you were afraid, you shouldn't have come up yesterday. "

Ye Huaining shook his head: "It's quite quiet here, there is nothing to be afraid of, and it has nothing to do with other people."

"The power went out in the middle of the night last night. That person lit a row of candles outside the window sill of your room and kept watch until dawn, but he was not the one who called you after you went up the mountain yesterday." The teacher said firmly.

Ye Huaining guessed it, he got up early and found that the electricity was out, and saw the candles outside the window sill, he already guessed what Ji Rao did.

It’s not without touch. Last night when he opened the door and saw Ji Rao coming in a snowstorm, there was indeed a subtle change in his heart, but it was only for a moment. Compared with the so-called wavering, he just rarely had a little curiosity outside of his heart. , this person he seems to have never really known in the past three years, how far can he go, and what is the point of doing this?

Ye Huaining's eyes moved, and the corners of his lips floated slightly: "How can you see that?"

Teacher and father looked into his eyes: "Emotions are different, you should be the one who understands best."

Ye Huaining was stunned, raised his head, and swallowed those laughs that he wanted to laugh but felt meaningless: "I thought I didn't have emotions anymore..."

"When a person is alive, there will always be seven emotions and six desires." The teacher said lightly.

Ye Huaining thought for a while and asked him: "Then do you have one? If you have one, how can you live alone in this place?"

"I ask for peace, and that's what I want."

Teacher and father ended the topic: "You don't have to force yourself, just follow your heart."

Ye Huaining nodded: "I know, it's useless to force it, I have to make myself happy."

At noon, teacher and father went back to the back kitchen to cook, Ye Huaining took a Buddhist scripture and went back to his room to read.Ji Rao woke up after a good night's sleep, feeling much better. He originally wanted to help in the kitchen, but his hands were wrapped to prevent them from getting wet, so he had to give up and went to tinker with the circuit.

Because of the blizzard last night, the power line was broken, so the power was cut off in the middle of the night.

The snow hasn't stopped, and they probably have to stay here tonight. If there is no electricity, not to mention anything else, even cooking and boiling water will be a hassle.

After finding the broken wire and looking it over carefully, Ji Rao breathed a sigh of relief. He used to live alone for many years, and this kind of simple circuit repair can be done.

Fortunately, there are still useful tools in the temple.

Ji Rao crouched in the snow tinkering with wires, stopping to rub his hands from time to time.

Outside the window, the wind kept pouring in through the cracks of the window. Ye Huaining got up and wanted to close the window more. He saw Ji Rao, who was squatting on the ground in the corner of the yard with his back to him, with a pile of tools at his feet, from time to time. Bending down, carefully inspecting the wires and tinkering carefully.

Ye Huaining's mind was a little erratic.

Such Ji Rao made him feel very strange, why did he come, why did he do these things, what exactly does he want?A series of questions came to my mind.

But soon, these thoughts were scattered again.

Whatever this man wants to do is none of his business.

After drawing the curtains, Ye Huai calmed down and continued to read Buddhist scriptures.

The vegetarian meal at noon was still so bland that he couldn't even taste the taste, Ye Huaining talked to the teacher and father, took the food and went back to the room to eat.

Ji Rao silently lowered his head to pick up the rice.

From last night until now, Ye Huaining didn't even give him a look. Even so, he was glad that Ye Huaining was not alone here.

The master put down his job and said softly, "You shouldn't have come."

Ji Rao was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "I didn't think so much, I'm here."

"When the snow stops, let's go."

Ji Rao replied: "I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

The teacher and father shook his head: "It's not me who got into trouble."

Ji Rao knew what he meant, the smile on the corner of his mouth restrained, and he lowered his voice: "...I did something wrong, and I may not be able to ask for forgiveness, but I can't bear it in my heart. I just hope that he can be happier again."

The teacher was silent for a while: "If you are willing to persevere, there will always be opportunities, but being too persistent may not be a good thing."

Ji Rao didn't say anything more.

He didn't know what would happen to him and Ye Huaining in the end, and whether there was even a slight possibility, but he didn't want to give up.

After dinner, Ji Rao continued to fiddle with wires.

Ye Huaining fell asleep with the book in his arms, and when he woke up, it was dusk, and the lights in the room were turned on again.

Ji Rao and the teacher's father were talking outside the window. Ji Rao was proposing to the teacher's father that he wanted to help re-nail the broken window frames in several rooms.

When making dinner, Ye Huaining took the initiative to help in the kitchen, he couldn't cook, so he could only help the teacher and father.

From time to time there was a sound of ping-pong-pong outside, Ye Huaining was a little annoyed when he heard it, and he didn't say a word.

After dinner, Ye Huaining sat back on the bed and continued to read the half-read Buddhist scriptures in the afternoon.

Ji Rao knocked on his door.

"Huai Ning, can you open the door? I'll just say a few words to you, and it won't take you too long."

Ye Huaining turned over a page of scriptures, Ji Rao's voice came from outside the door, it sounded unreal, he didn't want to move, but the man persisted and kept knocking on his door.

Ye Huaining's indifferent face appeared behind the suddenly opened door, Ji Rao withdrew his hand, and handed him the hot water bottle in his arms: "I just found it in the drawer of my room, filled it with boiling water, you If you are afraid of the cold, take this foot warmer at night, and you will sleep more comfortably."

Ye Huaining didn't answer and looked at him coldly.

Ji Rao sent the things forward again, with a softer voice: "You take it."

After a moment of stalemate, Ye Huaining finally reached out and took the thing.

He will not make things difficult for himself, he has no glands, his resistance is weak, and he gets sick easily, which is really needed in such a cold day.

Before Ye Huaining closed the door, Ji Rao hesitated and asked: "Huaining,...is your estrus coming soon, do you have inhibitors on you?"

Ye Huaining frowned, and closed the door directly.

Sitting back on the bed, Ye Huaining took out the inhibitor from the pocket of his down jacket. Fortunately, he took this and the medicine he needed to take every day with him. Ji Rao's words reminded him that his estrus period is indeed for these two days. He had to take the inhibitors ahead of time just in case.

Swallowing the inhibitor whole with water, the food that was considered unpalatable before can now be swallowed without changing expression.

Curled up in the bed, with that hot water bottle, it was indeed a lot better.

Ye Huaining closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.