Shimmer Forest

Knowing that he won't get a response, he can only rely on that name to get through this hellish day.

Time seemed to have passed for a long time, and when he was about to forget the name, he suddenly heard an extremely familiar voice that he had been looking forward to.

"Are you calling me?"

He was stunned for a long time, all kinds of thoughts echoed repeatedly in his mind, and turned into a blank again.He raised his head and saw a hole was opened where there was a gap on the roof.A large swath of sunlight poured in, and what was hidden behind the sunlight was an extremely familiar yet unfamiliar face that he had been thinking about day and night.

With a dark complexion and a resolute face, her childishness has faded, and she has become very mature and reliable.

"Ah... this is a dream..." Tears dripped down her cheeks, it was hard to tell whether it was touching or sad.Never thought, never imagined, in this extremely distant past, in the cracks of time that can no longer last, I could meet him again, the person I have been thinking about for a long, long time.

He once thought that he would stay in this war-torn era forever, living alone with his thoughts on him.It's not that I didn't expect extravagantly, it's not that I didn't look forward to reunion.It's just that the long time has wiped away his last ray of hope. He no longer dares to think about it, doesn't feel like giving himself any hope, and tries hard to make himself calm.But this extravagant hope, when he abandoned all light and fell into endless pain, gave him hope of living again.

"Are you injured?" The man jumped down from the roof and saw the iron chain wrapped around his chest, his brows were all knit together: "Wow, who is so cruel, I will help you untie it."

The pain caused by the iron chain rubbing against his body could not dampen the joy in his heart.He leaned his head on the broad shoulders, and the familiar breath came to his face, with the smell of fine sawdust.The warm temperature gave him incomparable peace of mind and melted away the strong icy breath in the darkness.

"...Are you crying?" Tears seeped through the thin shirt and onto Wu Hao's shoulders, scorching hot, with an indescribable sense of nostalgia.He relaxed the movements of his hands, even though he didn't know the person in front of him, he still felt very distressed: "Does it hurt?"

"No...it doesn't hurt at all..." Su Jin closed her eyes, tried her best to feel his warmth, and the smile on her lips was gentle and satisfied: "Even if it's a dream...it's great to meet you... …Very good."

Wu Hao's hand paused, almost instinctively, he hugged him back.

How strange.Even if time made a big joke and got the order of meeting wrong, even in that distant and strange time, I can still recognize you.

After a night of fine and long rain, the woods in the early morning became extraordinarily quiet and peaceful.The light of the morning sun spilled down through the wooden windows, covering the sleepy people on the bed.

He is a very thin and fair man, with long eyebrows and clear features, he looks like a scholar, gentle and delicate.

Wu Hao found him while logging in the mountains.At that time, he was looking for a place to shelter from the rain when he heard someone calling his name in a trance.

And almost instinctively, he followed the call of this voice and searched for it.

Probably because he was too concentrated, he didn't notice the fog slowly rising around him at all.By the time he realized it, he was already deep in a thick fog.

I can only vaguely see the weeds under my feet, and the mist seems to seep from the weeds, transpiring on the leaves, swaying left and right.

No sound of wind, no sound of rain, no sound of insects.It was as quiet as if everything was isolated by fog, stranded him in a space of stagnation.

Probably because he was fatigued after staying in the chaotic space for too long, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.It seemed that someone was leading his steps, and his body moved forward involuntarily.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the fog gradually thinned.He came back to his senses suddenly, and found himself outside a very dilapidated and gloomy looking house.The sound of calling stopped abruptly here. He walked around the house, but found no doors or windows. The house was like a sealed, huge box, very scary.

But curiosity overcame fear, and he searched patiently for a long time. When he climbed up to the roof, he found that a board was broken. He just used the carpenter's tools he carried with him to pry the roof open.

Not surprisingly, I saw the man covered in scars.

At that moment, he was suddenly so distressed that he couldn't speak, as if he could feel the pain in his chest.

It's so strange, it's obviously just a stranger, why does it make him feel this way?

He is a person who acts according to instinct, so he brought this person back to his residence without thinking too much.

So now the question is, what should I do after I bring it back?

The man's chest was covered with wounds layer upon layer, and all of them were fatal wounds piercing the heart with a sword.Normally, he would have died long ago.

But he is indeed still alive, but his body is extremely weak, and his breath is so weak that it may be cut off at any time.

The village has always resisted the entry of outsiders. If he knew of his existence, he might be sacrificed as a sacrifice, and he had no way to find a doctor for this person.

If you just let it go... such a serious injury, you will definitely die.

When he was at his wit's end, the drowsy man suddenly woke up gradually.

Wu Hao met his confused gaze, and his voice was slightly joyful: "Are you awake?"

Surprisingly, the young man's first sentence was not asking where he was or who he was, but "Thank you."

This thank you came so suddenly that Wu Hao didn't know what to say for a while.

Not all because of guilt, but more of an inexplicable touch and sadness.

Why is it sad?He didn't know it himself, he only knew that when he saw this person waking up, he was so moved that tears almost flowed out.

While still thinking, the man tried to get up.Maybe the movement was too big and the wound was involved. Halfway up, he frowned and covered his chest, making a slight groan.

Wu Hao couldn't get used to his appearance, so he pushed him back a little forcefully, with a serious face: "You can't get up yet."

"But, I have to go back..." Su Jin didn't have the strength to resist, but his eyes were extremely firm.He thought that he had fallen into a sweet dream, and after waking up, he would still suffer the pain alone in that lonely, dark and cold room.This gentle dream, after waking up, will only make him feel more pathetic.

He could no longer bear the sense of despair when his hopes were shattered.

"I don't care, you are a patient now, you must listen to me." Hearing that he was leaving, Wu Hao became inexplicably anxious.

"You were still so unreasonable in your dream." The man smiled unexpectedly, the smile on his lips was a little relieved and a little tired.

"What..." As if dissatisfied with the other party treating him as a dream, Wu Hao stretched out his hands and patted the man's cheek vigorously: "Are you awake now?"

"Huh?" The touch of the palm was very clear and real, Su Jin was startled, and his mind became much clearer.He stared blankly at the person in front of him, tears welled up without warning, mixed with his broken words, and fell down his cheeks: "Isn't this... a dream?"

"Hey? Don't cry, did I hurt you?" Seeing the other party's tears, Wu Hao suddenly panicked and hurriedly comforted him.

"No... I'm just too happy..." Those pains and loneliness that have been suppressed for a long time poured out when they saw the person in front of them.It seems that only this person in the world can make him show the most vulnerable side, let him cry, laugh, and face the most real and fragile self.

Wu Hao comforted him with nagging for a long time, but Su Jin may only have listened to a part of it, or he may not have listened to a word.The drizzle has passed, and the sun is bright and full, covering the humble and warm hut.The poplar trees outside the house are lush and green, and the crystal water drops exude a crystal luster.They seem to have returned to the time when they were young, and on a plain and warm afternoon, they promised each other forever.

Staring at that handsome and unfamiliar face for a long time, when Su Jin met his gaze, he instinctively looked away, scratched his head cautiously, hesitated for a long time before opening cautiously: "That... you He seems to know me... have we met?"

"Ah, probably." He lowered his head slightly, with a faint smile on his lips.In the soft tone, there was no sadness or disappointment, but only unspeakable joy.

His cheeks became inexplicably hot, and Wu Hao didn't care about the ambiguous answer.He continued to scratch his head awkwardly, thought for a while, and continued to ask: "...what's your name?"

"...Su Jin." The smile on the corner of her lips deepened, Su Jin watched him, and read out her name word by word.

"Hey, well, whether we knew each other before or not, we know each other now anyway." Wu Hao stretched out his hand to him, and grinned: "My name is Wu Hao, I need to teach you more in the future~"

The temperature of each other is entangled and intertwined in the palms, conveying irreplaceable warmth.

Wu Hao placed Su Jin in that hut, told him not to go out, and insisted on buying medicine for decoction regardless of his obstruction.

Carefully stirring the soup with a spoon, the person on the bed was watching him all the time, his gaze seemed to have warmth, making his ears burn.When he was boiling the medicine in confusion, he suddenly heard the person on the bed muttering softly: "It should be a human..."

Wu Hao's hand holding the medicine bowl froze for a moment, knowing that this person probably thought he hadn't woken up from his dream, and then looked at him with displeasure: "Mr. Su, do I look like a ghost? "

So Su Jin looked at him very seriously. His slender eyebrows, narrow eyes, and straight nose, although he exudes a kind of country bumpkin's breath, he looks much better than when he was a child—if It's too evil to be able to imitate even the temperament of a lonely ghost.