man in suit

There were not enough dead branches in the cave to keep warm. There were quite a few dead branches and leaves on the ground outside the cave, but they were all soaked by the heavy rain, and it was useless to pick them up.

The satellite signals of the entire Eleventh District are blocked, even if there is a communicator in hand, there is no way to communicate with the outside world. Sometimes Mingchen likes the historical imprint of the eleventh district’s backward technology, and sometimes he doesn’t like this backward technology. various troubles.

Like now.

He Wenxuan leaned against the wall of the cave. He didn't know if it was because of excessive blood loss. With the help of Ming Chen, he took off his rain-drenched clothes. In front of him, he was busy, picking up dead branches and firewood to make a fire for a while, and picking up the bag on the horse's back for a while to open it.

"A little fever."

Probing He Wenxuan's forehead with the back of his hand, Ming Chen took out a disposable reagent and gave He Wenxuan an injection. After he finished his work, he was still wearing the wet and cold clothes soaked in rain.

The clean and tidy hair is slightly messy, a few strands of bangs hang on the forehead, and occasionally a crystal clear drop of water drips, the nerves of the whole person are tense, and Mingchen who is concentrated has a unique charm, but he is attracted by him. Those focused and serious eyes will be hooked at a glance.

"Take off your clothes and change them, you'll catch a cold."

Having already changed into a spare set of clothes, He Wenxuan gently shook Mingchen's cold fingers.

It was not the first time that he changed clothes in front of He Wenxuan. Ming Chen turned his back and took off the rain-soaked clothes one by one. Like a thin water film, there is a lustrous and cold luster, and the faint firelight projects Ming Chen's figure on the wall, slender and beautiful.

When he turned around after putting on his clothes, he met He Wenxuan who had been staring at him. If the guy hadn't been injured, he might have come over just now.

"Where do you like me the most?" Ming Chen asked lightly, his seemingly casual words carried a devil-like allure.

"your heart."

What a boring answer.

"It's not romantic at all, He Wenxuan." He stood at the entrance of the cave and looked out. The heavy rain was still falling, and the weather in winter was not so pleasant.

He likes the rain, but the premise is that he can stay in a warm house instead of a cold and hard cave, and there is an injured He Wenxuan with a high fever beside him.

He Wenxuan's slightly weak voice came from behind Ming Chen.

"The task has been completed. The death of the religious leader... will bring about a real change in the eleventh district. I have to stay and watch. Coupled with the injuries on my body, I think... I can't accompany You went to District [-] to find Altaïr's body."

He Wenxuan was silent for a moment, pursed his lips slightly, and said in a deep voice: "The map is in the bag, and there is a sandwich when it is opened, and there is an envelope in the middle, and there is what you want in the envelope."

There is some helplessness, but there is no way to have to compromise.

It doesn't feel good to help the man I love to find another man that Ming Chen values, not at all.

He Wenxuan even hoped in his heart that Ming Chen could not find Altaïr's body when he went to District [-], or that the guy was completely dead when he found Altaïr's body and would never be resurrected.

After hard work, I can’t get the response I want. Even if I’m prepared in my heart, I can’t feel nothing. For a moment, it’s like a mottled and fallen gray tree trunk in late autumn. It no longer has color and vitality, and even the entire sky is gray.

Without the strength to open his eyes, and without the motivation to live on, he fell into the black hole of time, as if his feet were stuck in the mud and he couldn't extricate himself.

"Accompany me to find Altaïr?" Ming Chen walked to the backpack that He Wenxuan mentioned, he squatted down and opened the zipper, and said jokingly while searching inside, "Altaïr is not Is it your rival in love?"

He Wenxuan laughed immediately, and the sudden involvement of the wound made him gasp in pain.

Ming Chen looked back at He Wenxuan, holding an envelope in his hand: "Don't be so excited, you will only be the one who hurts."

"How should I put it, you are such a vicious... nasty man," He Wenxuan closed his eyes forcefully, wondering if it was because Mingchen gave him an injection, suddenly he felt a little sleepy, he He lowered his head and pinched the center of his eyebrows lightly, and murmured, "I'm a little sleepy."

"There is a sleeping ingredient in the potion, and the fever will subside when you wake up from sleep."

Ming Chen spread a thin blanket on the floor, and he let He Wenxuan lie on it, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and He Wenxuan vaguely saw Ming Chen looking down at the map not far away.

When he closed his eyes, there was a ripple in his heart, a ripple called regret.

And it is.

……

There are no icy caves, and no restless rain.

When He Wenxuan opened his eyes, the first thing he felt was warmth. He was surrounded by a familiar environment. This was his residence in District [-], a sky garden villa on the top of a mountain city. He looked towards the curtained balcony After taking a look, he opened the curtain and walked out of the bedroom. Standing on the platform, he could overlook the scenery of the main city of the eleventh district.

"He's gone?" He Wenxuan's voice was slightly hoarse, he licked his dry lips, and the air was filled with the incense of tranquility and rejuvenation.

"He set off a signal flare, and when we rushed over..." He Hongxue walked to the bedside and helped He Wenxuan sit on the bedside, lifted the water glass on the bedside table and handed it to He Wenxuan's mouth, "You two hug each other."

"And then?" He Wenxuan took two sips to moisten his throat and felt much better, but there was still some burning pain deep in his throat.

"Then he left you alone after he handed you over to me." He Hongxue put down his water glass and slowly sat on the chair beside the bed. He sank into the back of the chair as if he had put all the weight of his body on the chair. Almost paralyzed there.

There were no candles in the room, and the gloomy and cold light fell on the ground through the gaps in the windows, like rainwater that couldn't be grasped and touched, with a sense of coolness.

He Hongxue looked very tired, but in fact he was really tired.

After the religious leader was eliminated, he still had to clean up a lot of mess, and there were still many things waiting for them to do, but these things were not enough to break He Hongxue.

He's just a little...tired.

"He even left you behind. This ending is very embarrassing. No living person can compare to a dead person." Looking at the expression on his face, what He Wenxuan could feel besides the deepness seemed to be the only deepness.

"The last time you asked me about Wen Han...I have already sent someone to find him."

"Where is he?"

He Hongxue chuckled lightly: "I told you before that it would be other people who will be unlucky if He Wenhan goes out. He is very good, but you have to know that it will be difficult for him to accept the matter of Mingchen for a while."

Wenxuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a hint of doubt in his voice: "You let him go to Mingchen?"

"The trouble should end it."

"It's not that simple, is it?" He Wenxuan understood He Hongxue, he had been with this cruel man for so many years, and he understood his brother better than anyone else.

"It's not just because of Ming Chen's relationship. Have you considered the problems that Altaïr will cause once he is resurrected? After all, he is the illegitimate son of the royal family. It is difficult for me to guarantee that Altaïr will not intervene in the war between us and the royal family. It’s also hard to imagine a situation where the snipe and the clam are fighting for the fisherman’s profit.”

He Hongxue sighed lightly, rubbed his chin with his fingers, and continued: "At this stage, Altaïr is very important to Mingchen. That man is both Mingchen's mentor and lover, an illegitimate child of the royal family and an extremely An excellent agent, and the other is Mingchen who is ruthless and knows us very well, none of us can guarantee whether Mingchen will stand on our opposite side."

"Maybe Mingchen just wants to revive Altaïr and fulfill one of his wishes."

As soon as He Wenxuan said these words, He Hongxue laughed, and the low laughter echoed in the empty room, filled with unbelievable ridicule: "When did you become so innocent and cute? Do you still remember what our three brothers said before? If so? As long as we have the ability, there is nothing we can’t get, we can work together to avenge, overthrow the rule of the royal family and let the He family become the new masters of this world..."

He paused, straightened his back slightly, looked at He Wenxuan and whispered, "Can't you even get a man?"

The entire dimly lit room fell into silence, and the cold wind lifted a corner of the curtain slightly.

Seeing that He Wenxuan didn't know what he was thinking, He Hongxue said: "If he fell in love with one of our three brothers, I would be happy to quit, but you have seen the fact that he left you to find Artest alone Er, Wenxuan, Mingchen has destroyed the relationship between our three brothers, he is the one who caused it, but at the same time he can bring us back to the past, what do you think?"

"What are you going to do?" He Wenxuan pursed his lips slightly, with a trace of worry in his eyes, he said softly, "I don't want to hurt him."