Half-dead paulownia

The touched soul, the deeply buried forbearance, the more I can't forget it, the more I want to hide it desperately.

There was no response to Duguao's words, but Xiao Jinmo finally slowly opened his eyes, and gradually began to relax his tightly clenched hands, until he slowly let go, and then stretched his hands directly to the pillow, maybe this morning It had become his habitual action, and he would take out the important secret that he said after waking up from sleep.

Seeing Xiao Jinmo's movements, Guiyue immediately understood what he meant, and then handed him the box in her hand.

Xiao Jinmo looked at the moment when Guiyue brought the things to him, but he showed doubts in his eyes. He seemed to hesitate, but he still took it, and stared at this delicate box in puzzlement, trembling a little. His hands slowly opened.

What surprised everyone was that they thought there would be some treasure, but they didn’t expect it to be a scroll full of words. Xiao Jinmo just looked at the scroll full of words in surprise, slowly opened it bit by bit, and read the words on it. Word.

I didn't know what was written on it. I just watched Xiao Jinmo's expression change from doubt to surprise to pain and then to sadness, but from time to time there was joy and excitement. Finally, the moment he put down the scroll, his face was full of happiness the taste of.

"Again... I made you worry again, and it's all my fault." Xiao Jinmo finally said.

"Xiao Jinmo, are you really awake?" Guiyue asked excitedly.

"Well, I just feel a little tired, other than that I don't have any discomfort." Xiao Jinmo replied weakly.

"Are you sure you're really okay, and your body doesn't have any other discomfort?" Ziye stared at Xiao Jinmo intently, and asked suspiciously.

"Well, everything is fine." Once again, he answered affirmatively, as if there was really nothing wrong with him other than being weak.

"Seeing that Young Master Xiao is safe and sound, I'm naturally happy to congratulate you. I won't bother you here anymore. I also ask Young Master Xiao to take good care of your body. It seems that Anling Yuhao is not the only one who cares about you." Duguao on the side Looking at Xiao Jinmo who was awake, he said.

Seeing not only the expressionless face, but also the somewhat indifferent Duguao, Xiao Jinmo said with relief: "It seems that I should be the one to say this sentence, but thank you for being able to wake up."

Duguao frowned, but left without saying anything.

Seeing that Xiao Jinmo's condition was getting better day by day, everyone decided to leave for Anling as soon as possible. This was everyone's most impatient wish.

"Jinmo, I don't know what we're writing tomorrow... what are you writing?" Ling Zining saw that Xiao Jinmo's door was open, then walked into the room and suddenly saw that he seemed to be busy writing something.

"No...it's nothing." Xiao Jinmo heard someone coming in, and even hurriedly closed the things in his hands in a panic, as if he was afraid of being seen.

"Are you writing something? You are so mysterious, so you can't wait to write a letter to Yu Hao right now?" Ling Zining continued to ask curiously.

"I have nothing to do in my free time, I just write something casually." Xiao Jinmo explained. "By the way, you just said what happened tomorrow?"

"Oh, I forgot, I came here to ask you, can we really leave tomorrow?" Ling Zining couldn't help but have a worried tone, "I heard they said that you insisted on leaving tomorrow, I'm afraid of your The body can't bear it."

"No problem, it's just a few days' journey. Look, I've recovered very well these few days." Xiao Jinmo said in an affirmative tone.

Ling Zining looked at Xiao Jinmo's resolute attitude, "Forget it, just take more rest on the road, we don't need to be too anxious, then I'll go back and ask the maid to pack up, and we'll start tomorrow!"

"Well, I'm also going to prepare." Seeing Ling Zining's promise, Xiao Jinmo's face showed anticipation and excitement.

Watching Ling Zining leave, Xiao Jinmo quickly came to the table and chair, carefully rolled up the scroll placed there, put it carefully in his clothes, and left in a hurry.

"Young Master Dugu, I wonder if it's convenient for me to come in?" Xiao Jinmo, who was standing outside Dugu Ao's door, politely knocked on the door and asked.

There was no answer from inside, just when Xiao Jinmo was hesitant to leave, the door opened slowly.

"Young Master Dugu, are you there?" Xiao Jinmo stood cautiously outside the door, looked at the open door, and tentatively looked inside.

Before Xiao Jinmo could see what was going on inside, he felt a strong force pulling him in. Before he could stand still, he fell into a warm embrace.

Knowing that something was wrong, Xiao Jinmo hurriedly broke free from his embrace, but it was not as strong as the arms that hugged him firmly. Xiao Jinmo, who was pressed tightly to his chest by his strong hands, was almost out of breath. .

"Just for a while, just be quiet in my arms for a while?" He whispered softly in Xiao Jinmo's ear, as if it was more of a kind of pleading, telling the sadness in his heart.

Xiao Jinmo really didn't continue to struggle, just let him be hugged in his arms quietly like this, without any other words, but he seemed to understand the voice of his heart, as if something had slipped onto his fair and delicate face, but it was revealing. The slightest coldness, it turns out that once some things leave, they can no longer retain the residual warmth.

Xiao Jinmo couldn't help wrapping his hands around his waist, tightly hugging the pretendingly strong man, a little sad that not everyone understands.

Finally feeling a little bit of relaxation of strength, Xiao Jinmo looked up at Duguao who had recovered his calm face, and said in a soft and slightly regretful tone: "Although I couldn't see your face clearly, the one just now was the real one. you."

Suddenly being pushed away forcefully, Xiao Jinmo couldn't help taking a few steps back. Duguao's expression changed subtly in an instant, and he seemed to be about to stretch out his hands in panic, but he still ignored it in the end.

"I was just... probably because I was injured more seriously this time, so my mood was a little unstable." Dugu Ao suddenly spoke, as if he was trying to explain something, but his tone was much more relaxed.

Xiao Jinmo didn't care about Duguao's behavior at all, whether it was gentle like warm wind or cold like cold wind, he could bear it all.

"I just wanted to come here and ask you if you would like to go with us to the Imperial City of Anling tomorrow?" Xiao Jinmo still spoke gently, as if nothing had happened.

"Absolutely not." Duguao gave an answer without even thinking about it, even in a harsh tone.

"Then where are you and Lao Wu going?" Xiao Jinmo's face was troubled, because the Qingping Gang no longer existed, so what should he do?

"You don't need to worry about this, Young Master Xiao. Is there no room for me, Duguao?" Duguao turned around and sat on the chair, took a sip of a cup of tea, "But I believe that we will return soon." we will meet.

"Are you really unwilling to walk with us?" Xiao Jinmo wanted to be confirmed again, and seemed a little unwilling.

"Why do you want me to be with you so much?" Dugu Ao put down the tea, and looked at Xiao Jinmo with a bit of banter and evil spirit.

Being shot by Duguao's eyes, Xiao Jinmo suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, "Because...that's because I think you are not a bad person, and there is no suitable place for you now, so everyone can take care of you, and you don't care about your skills. Or do I admire his wisdom, maybe he can serve the country and benefit the common people?" Xiao Jinmo himself explained with some guilt, but it was also some of his thoughts, and the real reason was that he would never say it out loud. of.

"If you beg me, I might agree to go with you." Duguao got up and walked in front of Xiao Jinmo, lifting his chin, "Can you do it?"

Xiao Jinmo didn't resist, nor was he angry, "What do you want me to do?"

Duguao raised his eyebrows, and looked at him with evil eyes: "I want you to leave Anling Yuhao?"

Xiao Jinmo laughed, showing a slight smile on such an innocent and pure face, but he was helpless: "Let him taste the taste of losing me? In fact, there is no need to bother so much. That day Maybe it will come soon."

After saying a word, Duguao's hand froze there, and his expression became somewhat unnatural, "Go back, I'm not the same as you, a bandit will be a bandit after all, for the rest of my life."

Xiao Jinmo looked at Duguao's back, wondering what kind of mood he was in right now, how many seeds of hatred he had planted deep in his heart, "For me, every day is like a new life, so I will cherish it. Every day, don't be blinded by your mind, I hope the next time I see you, you will leave a smile in my memory."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Jinmo walked out of Duguao's room silently. A gust of cold wind blew by. The autumn outside the Great Wall was really extremely cold and desolate, and he couldn't help shivering a few times.

"Why didn't you rest so late?" A man's words came from behind, and there was no sound at all when walking.

"It's Ziye, I just wanted to ask about something." Xiao Jinmo looked at Ziye behind him, "Why didn't you sleep?" "Thinking about leaving here tomorrow, I still have some nostalgia. It's strange, I always think of his benefits when I'm about to lose, but I didn't expect that after a long time, I would start to care about these trivial things." Ziye sighed.

"Yes, as long as a person has feelings, no matter what he has experienced, it's just that some people have learned to hide it." Xiao Jinmo's tone was full of approval. "It's getting cold outside, do you want to go into the room? It's rare that tonight is the last night in this barracks. Hearing what you said, I'm sleepless.

"Alright, I also have some things I want to ask you about." Ziye agreed.

The two then came to Xiao Jinmo's room and lit the candlesticks. The smudged light seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist. On such a quiet night, this was a rare candle-lit conversation between Ziye and Xiao Jinmo.

"Did you just say you wanted to ask me something?" Xiao Jinmo closed the door, then remembered what Ziye said just now, and couldn't help being curious.