Snow Float

The cut flower branches are placed in a light-colored jade box.

The jade color is bright white, the flower color is lavender, and there is a faint white air on the warm and moist jade, like silk and cotton, like clouds and fog, rendering a little bit of purple, just like the little purple air on the top of the mountains when the sun is just rising.

The slender fingers stretched out towards the smooth jade box, and the moment they touched it, the young man let out a soft "hiss", and then quickly withdrew his hands back.

"cold?"

Questioning meaning, but affirmative tone.

Gu Xueyi nodded, her fingers were immediately held by someone, and a wave of warmth poured in along the skin-to-skin contact, dispelling the cold fingertips immediately.

This is a jade box sent by Fang Jibai. The jade is pure white and lustrous, but it is hollowed out and polished from a whole piece of cold jade. He took it as an apology and gave it to Gu Xueyi.

This cold jade box can't do anything else, but it happens to be suitable for storing flowers, vegetables and fruits, and it also happens to be able to store that branch of Yutangchun.

The two of them came down Junshan, just when Fang Jibai invited them to have a talk in his own courtyard.Fu Shaotang was noncommittal, but Gu Xueyi was seriously injured, and the boat they were on was adrift on the water, so it was definitely not suitable for recuperating.Therefore, Fu Shaotang thought for a while, and accepted Fang Jibai's invitation.

As for Gu Xueyi, from the beginning to the end, he did not raise any objection.

The bright pearl is faint, as big as a pigeon's egg, hanging above the bed, illuminating the world.The young man on the wooden couch was in a prone position, his clothes were messy, and he couldn't stop playing with the flowers and branches in the jade box.

Fu Shaotang pressed his fingers down: "Don't move around, your hand is still injured."

Gu Xueyi first obediently withdrew her hand, and after a while quietly went to play with the flowers and branches.Fu Shaotang took a look, shrank his fingers, and then said in a low voice: "The only thing that was removed was my hands, and my fingers were not injured."

Fu Shaotang glanced sideways at the scratches on his fingers, and said coldly, "You have reason!"

Gu Xueyi immediately fell silent, shrank her head, and stopped her fingers obediently.

Then that touch is clear and lingering.

A little zhenqi condensed on the fingertips, and with a swipe, the clothes on the young man's body were ripped apart soundlessly.The skin under the clothes has not seen the sun for a long time, the skeleton is slender, the body is thin, and the body looks sick and pale.

Fu Shaotang frowned slightly.

Gu Xueyi has a beautiful back, but her skin has absolutely nothing to do with the word "beauty".The injury he had dealt with in Mucheng before, and because of his own tossing, appeared shocking on his back.The scabbed whip wounds, and the cuts made on Junshan, large and small scars are all over this thin body, and it is difficult to find a piece of intact skin.

With a low sigh in my heart, my fingers became softer and softer.Fu Shaotang stripped off the tattered clothes on his body, threw them on the ground very quickly, took the clean cloth towel that had been prepared, and carefully wiped the young man's back, bit by bit, wiping off all the dirt and blood.His fingers brushed over the old wounds, feeling a little astringent in his heart, he could only lighten his strength, and deliberately gathered a ball of true energy at the fingertips to warm the young body.

All the things he did were just to relieve Gu Xueyi's pain a little bit.

After waiting until it was finally wiped clean, Fu Shaotang raised his head, only to see Gu Xueyi turned his head around at some point, his pupils were black and white, and he was quiet and focused when gazing at people.Seeing him looking up at each other, the boy's eyelashes moved slightly, and he turned his head sideways.

Gu Xueyi has a pair of extremely beautiful eyes.

He usually hides his eyes in the depths of his messy hair, and his pupils are restrained, so as not to attract half of attention.So self-obscure, it is difficult for people to see his true face.When Fu Shaotang bandaged him for the first time, he didn't care about it, so he only saw it clearly at this moment.

A little pupil color is distinct, black as lacquer, white as fresh snow, as if a pure white moon hangs in the deep night, the extreme contrast makes the pupil color clearer.Her cheeks were pale and thin, which made her pupils feel abrupt, and her slender eyelashes fluttered like butterflies. When they fell down, they covered the eyelids tightly, and there was some misty water vapor in them.

With a thought in Fu Shaotang's mind, he moved his finger towards the boy's eyes.

"pain?"

However, Gu Xueyi's eyes were moist, but her hands did not feel moist.The moment they touched, the boy closed his eyes, seeming to be timid, but rubbed against his palm again.

Thin and soft, fluttering lightly in the palm of the hand, such a slight and delicate touch, like the spring breeze blowing over the most delicate branches and buds, almost softens the heart.

"It doesn't hurt."

However, these wounds looked hideous and frightening. How could there be no pain when they were inflicted on him?

Fu Shaotang knew it clearly.He had never liked the slightest injury to be known to everyone, but the young man was bruised and bruised and denied it, but it made him feel pity in his heart like a tide.

"Be patient, if it hurts, just say it."

The boy's pupils were clear and clear: "Wouldn't it hurt if you say it?"

He shook his head, breaking the illusion: "It won't hurt."

So Gu Xueyi frowned slightly, looked at him, as if saying, what's the use of saying it.

Fu Shaotang's voice was flat: "If you say it, it won't hurt, but I will know." He said slowly: "You will never be alone in the pain."

After the descendant of Yuanshan said this, he clearly saw the stupefied look on the young man's face.

It seemed that this sentence was beyond the young man's cognition, and his expression became bewildered.His lips parted and he muttered to himself, his voice was like a gnat, but he could hear it clearly.

"Not alone?"

Crying but not crying, half smiling but not smiling, the young man pulled the corners of his lips suddenly, trying to say something, but his eyes turned red at that moment.

He turned his back abruptly, and the young man could not see the slightest expression on his face.

At this moment, I am very grateful that the other party has been gentle in every move since the beginning of Junshan, and I will definitely not forcefully turn his head over at this moment.

However, Gu Xueyi's heart was full of vigorous and joyful emotions, like new buds blooming in spring, arching the green bud tips out of the moist soil bit by bit, stretching in the gentle breath.

Such vigorous emotions were almost irresistible, and he wished to find a place to express them, so he fiddled with another branch of Yutangchun.Even if the jade box is still cold, it is not as difficult as before.

If Fu Shaotang knew his mood changes, he stroked his loose long hair gently.The thin lips curled slightly, but the mouth seemed to reprimand softly: "Don't make trouble! You have broken your hands for a hundred days, and you still don't know how to protect yourself?"

Gu Xueyi pursed her lips, as if about to speak, but finally swallowed it back into her stomach.

The room was quiet, except for the sound of the cloth towel wiping the body and rubbing against the skin, there was no other sound.

"Why are there so many injuries?"

The boy muttered: "Anyway, you saw it when you were even more embarrassed..."

It doesn't matter.

Fu Shaotang let out a low sigh.

When he took out the good wound medicine and treated the young man's wound, there was a soft knock on the door, and the maid brought warm soup and medicine.

Fu Shaotang stirred the medicine bowl with the handle of the spoon, sat on the edge of the bed, scooped it up and blew it to a suitable temperature, and when he looked up, he saw Gu Xueyi looking at him eagerly.

Reaching out and handing the spoon to the boy's mouth, Gu Xueyi drank very naturally without frowning.

Fu Shaotang was a little surprised, the medicine was extremely bitter just by its color, but Gu Xueyi drank it without changing his expression.He scooped up another spoonful and handed it over, and the boy drank it cleanly with his mouth open.

"Aren't you afraid of suffering?"

Gu Xueyi shook her head, looked at the steaming bowl of soup, and said in a low voice, "The days of drinking medicine are better than myrrh, and it doesn't matter whether he suffers or not!"