[Grave Raiders Notes bg] Lost Notes 2: Heavy Fate

In the seven days after that day, Zhang Yuetong should have been the most distressed period in her life. She had never been so bald even when the boy was released from the wild and lay dying in Zhang's house.

After the blood exchange, Nan Xing's body temperature was terribly low, the stove was at its peak, and the whole room was as hot as a steamer, but Nan Xing's whole body was still as cold as ice, and even wisps of water vapor froze around him.

Zhang Qiling said that it was because Nan Xing's body hadn't adapted to accept the new blood, and hadn't recovered the blood circulation, so his whole body was cold. There was no other way but to wait.

Zhang Yuetong nodded while listening, finally relieved, and then almost paralyzed on the ground by Zhang Qiling's next words——

In the case of no blood circulation for a long time, whether Nan Xing's body can withstand the hypoxic state for seven consecutive days directly determines whether she can wake up after the effect of the Tibetan sea flower.

"What if you can't wake up?"

Zhang Yuetong questioned Zhang Qiling incoherently, but he stopped answering.

During these seven days, Zhang Qiling hadn't eaten any rice, and had been guarding by Nan Xing's side. Every morning when Zhang Yuetong came in, he kept the same posture, and he didn't even seem to blink his eyes.

By the night of the seventh day, Nan Xing's body temperature began to rise slowly.

In the early morning of the eighth day, after the medicinal effect of the Tibetan sea flower faded, Nan Xing's body finally fully adapted to the new blood and regained consciousness.

When she opened her eyes, Zhang Yuetong hugged Zhang Ruixue next to her and cried loudly, while Zhang Ruixue silently gestured to the door, indicating that those sorceresses she invited to call Nan Xing's soul just in case could go back. rested.

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When the attention of the Wang family was temporarily diverted from the Zhang family, Zhang Qiling began to organize the Zhang family to build a fake bronze door in Medog according to the construction method of the bronze gate recorded on the scroll, so as to confuse the Wang family's sight in the future.

This will be a huge project, ten years, decades, or even a century.

"I think I'm wasting my time." Nan Xing sat at the table, put away Zhang Qiling's blueprints with a sad face, "The reason why Wang's family was hit hard is to save my little brother from being bound by these things, but he is far away More foresight than I knew."

"You see that you are dishonest again. Isn't the purpose of your busy work to embrace the beauty? Now the beauty is yours," Zhang Yuetong was half lying on the bed next to him, holding a plate of melon seeds, crunching and chewing, his mouth was vague Qing, pointing at himself while speaking, "Abducted a kind-hearted little fairy by the way, you obviously made money."

The corner of Nan Xing's mouth twitched invisibly, and he drove Zhang Yuetong off the bed, and snatched the melon seeds from her hand, "Snatch me back to eat my snacks and sleep on my bed? I want to return this kind of fairy."

"You obviously weren't like this when you slept next to me last night, Nan Xing, you really..." Zhang Yuetong suddenly glanced towards the door and exclaimed loudly, "Ah! Nan Xing, why did you forget to drink the yak milk that the patriarch prepared for you again?!"

When Nan Xing heard that something was wrong, he glared at Zhang Yuetong, and picked up the bucket of milk on the table with lightning speed to destroy the evidence. At the same time, the door was pushed open with a creak. Frozen in mid-air for a second, forced a smile, "Brother... Morning."

Zhang Yuetong quickly put the melon seed plate in Nan Xing's hand, and ran out of the door.

Zhang Qiling was expressionless, looked at Nan Xing for a while, and asked Nan Xing in a flat tone: "Have you finished drinking?"

Nan Xing burst into tears, "Of course, of course, it's so delicious, I can even have another bucket, I deeply regret that I didn't drink well a few days ago..."

Zhang Qiling nodded, as if he believed Nan Xing's nonsense, and after careful consideration, he said, "Doubling tomorrow."

Nan Xing burst into tears, "No...don't be so polite..."

"Okay, double it."

Nan Xing didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "...Are you serious?"

"Your condition has not stabilized yet. This is an effective way to help you maintain your body temperature." Zhang Qiling decisively took the plate of melon seeds from Nan Xing with a face of denial, "You are not allowed to eat these, I will Take the ones you hid under the bed, too."

Nan Xing raised his hand and swore: "It's not mine, it's all hidden by Zhang Yuetong."

Zhang Qiling looked at her, although he was completely calm, Nan Xing still read the soul torture of "What's the difference?" from his iceberg face.

"In order to prove my innocence, I voluntarily hand in all the melon seeds, and I will never hide a melon that slipped through the net!" Nan Xing lifted the bed board, and moved out the whole drawer of melon seeds hidden underneath, just like the one above. The tributes were all piled up in front of Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling was not polite to Nan Xing at all, took the suitcase and walked out the door, at this moment the hem of his clothes was pulled, and when he turned his head, he saw Nan Xing looked up at him eagerly.

"Are you leaving again? How long will you be going this time?"

The tone softened inadvertently, "Two days."

The location of the fake bronze gate needs to be very rigorous. Every time Zhang Qiling enters the mountain, it takes at least three or four days. This time it only takes two days. There is only one possibility, he has already found the place.

Nan Xing was overjoyed, "Have you already chosen?"

Zhang Qiling nodded, "Yes."

The next step is to determine the excavation plan and the construction of the temporary residence.

"Then I'll wait for your return."

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In the blink of an eye, the next night, Nan Xing finished washing, wrapped himself in thick clothes and sat at the table studying the blueprint of the bronze door, next to Zhang Yuetong, a bored eater.

Maybe it was because I didn't eat a good dinner, and I was a little powerless to do this kind of mental activity. Nan Xing was drowsy in the sound of Zhang Yuetong cracking melon seeds next to him.

She had a strange dream.In the dream, she suddenly turned gray overnight, like a tragic heroine in a TV drama whose face is too old to recognize the male lead.

The powerlessness of the rapid passing of life swept over the sky, and she couldn't wake up from the nightmare.

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It was already late at night the next day when Zhang Qiling returned to the Medog Archives after finishing everything.

The archives are very quiet, everyone should have fallen asleep.

After Zhang Qiling washed and changed into clean clothes, he planned to visit Nan Xing again the next morning.

But passing by the door of Nan Xing's room, he found a few rays of warm gleam from the crack in the door.

Gently pushed open the door, and sure enough, I saw that familiar silhouette pillowed on the desk, as if he had fallen asleep.

Although Zhang Qiling's footsteps are very light, Nan Xing's vigilance has been trained to be as sharp as a cheetah during the years of running with him, but he is abnormally unaware of his approach.

He looked down at Nan Xing for a moment, his gaze was blurred by the lights into a handful of soft and warm light, which fell on her.

She was wearing a night sky blue silk cheongsam—the very one he had bought her in Changsha.

The slim cheongsam made her curves extremely smooth and graceful, bathed in the light, like a charming dream that cannot be grasped or kept.

Nan Xing frowned, as if she was trapped by a nightmare and wanted to break free, Zhang Qiling was trying to wake her up, when suddenly she raised her arm, and swept a plate of melon seeds next to her off the table.

Zhang Qiling caught the plate in the air with one hand, and Nan Xing also opened her eyes in the sudden movement, subconsciously thinking that it was the movement of Zhang Yuetong eating melon seeds that allowed her to escape the frightening dream: "Yuetong, why are you still eating melon seeds in my room... ..."

Immediately, he caught a glimpse of Zhang Qiling's figure, and his voice stopped suddenly.

Zhang Qiling stood in front of her, just looking at her like this, his whole body was covered with a layer of warm golden soft light, but his eyes were as bright as cold stars, and the fear of invading reality through dreams was also dispelled by him.

After staring at him for a while, Nan Xing lowered his eyelashes, looking at the plate of melon seeds that he put back on the table, "I didn't eat..."

Looking at her slightly moist eyelashes, Zhang Qiling replied softly, "I know."

"Then don't add more milk to me, okay?" Nan Xing sat up straight and was about to get up, when the corners of his eyes suddenly felt warm, and it was Zhang Qiling's fingertips that fell lightly.

His voice was as gentle as the warmth from the corners of his eyes dripping into the skin: "It's cold outside, you don't wear too much."

"My clothes are all washed, so I had to take out this one from the bottom of the box." Nan Xing laughed silently, "Why don't you lend me one?"

Zhang Qiling looked down at her for a moment, then slowly withdrew his hand and turned around: "Okay."

Nan Xing grabbed him, raised her head and looked into his eyes that were close at hand, "Actually, it doesn't need to be so troublesome." Then she put her arms around his neck to pull him closer, and kissed him with her head up.

The cold air at night was really heavy. Even though Nan Xing was wearing a cheongsam in a room where the stove was burning, his arms were still covered with chills.I don't know if it's because Zhang Qiling's palm is too warm, or her arm is too cold, that's why every inch of skin touched by him can't help but tremble, and at the same time, an unexplained emotion twists and turns in his heart.

"Next time, take me there." Nan Xing closed his eyes in Zhang Qiling's arms, "I'm not afraid of anything, but one day I will still..."

Just like in a dream, it will still disappear in your life.

Zhang Qiling patted her back comfortingly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Nan Xing shook his head, not daring to think any more, grabbed his lapel, and kissed him hard.Zhang Qiling paused for a moment, and then fulfilled her, bringing a storm.

The long hair was scattered, twisting and winding in his palm, the breath was entangled, and the warmth penetrated from the folded arms.

Nan Xing couldn't help thinking that when she was in Changsha, she said that she wanted to be closer to Zhang Qiling, even closer.

Now, she was finally close enough to him as she was in her previous life.

She focused on the eyes that were as clear as the early winter morning in front of her, her lips moved a little, but she hesitated to speak.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Qiling lightly stroked Nan Xing's wet cheeks, and kissed her trembling lips.

Nan Xing still looked at him, his chest heaved but he couldn't speak. After a few seconds, he bit his lip and pressed his trembling voice close to his ear: "I love you."

There was an extremely pious and gentle gleam in her eyes, and in the next second, her body was tightly held into Zhang Qiling's arms, as if expressing an emotion he had never had before, strong and urgent, yet with gentle comfort.

Nan Xing raised her head subconsciously, her eyes were burning red, and when her mind went blank, she heard his slightly hoarse voice: "Me too."

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