Chunyin

Of course, besides the loneliness, I also remembered one other thing.

When I was tortured by Fu Huan until I looked like a human being or a ghost, Zhuang Heng came to see me.I was out of my mind and he probably thought I didn't know it was him.But I do know, as soon as I catch his rain-soaked sleeve.Only he would get his sleeves that wet on a rainy day.

However, it doesn't matter whether I know it or not, and it doesn't matter whether he knows it or not.

That insignificant incident also happened on a rainy day.

In March, it may have rained for a long time.The straw pile in the cell was very damp, and the ragged quilt wrapped around my body was not warm at all.I had a high fever for three days, and I was dizzy from the fever. The jailer did not torture me for two days out of concern for my life.

I huddled in a damp corner of the cell, with a large ball of damp and smelly rags stuffed into my mouth—Fu Huan was very thoughtful in order to prevent me from biting my tongue and committing suicide.I was filthy and huddled in a dark dungeon to die.Or I would have been dead by then, with my wounds festering and festering, no different from a rotting corpse.

That's when Zhuang Heng came.

I heard the clang of the chain, and the door of the cell was thrown open.Reluctantly opening his eyes, he vaguely saw a half-green and half-gray figure walking in through the slits of his eyes.He stopped at the door first, in a beam of light cast by the skylight, far away, like a phantom.I thought I had passed away, and the gods saw that I was too miserable, so they came down to pick me up.Just why are the gods like that?

The phantom came out of the light, and the immortal became a mortal, and slowly walked up to me. A line of sight seemed to be cast from a very high place, looking at me calmly.I smell a fresh smell of rain.My throat rolled, and I really wanted to ask him if it was raining hard.

He sat down beside my bed, raised his hand and removed the rag from my mouth.My mouth was full of accumulated saliva. After the cloth ball was removed, my jaw was sore and I couldn’t close my mouth. I tilted my head like an old man who had a stroke. Saliva flowed from the corner of my mouth and flowed down my neck to the dirty prison clothes. to go.

Seeing this, the movement of his hand stopped, but the hand that was about to move away turned away and fell back to my neck and jaw.I felt ashamed, and turned my head back with difficulty——Zhuang Heng was too stupid, and he didn't say anything about pulling the corner of the quilt and using a sleeve, his cold fingers soaked by the spring wind and rain lightly landed on my neck , slowly and meticulously wipe off the excess saliva for me.

I feel the finger stiffly all over my body, from the neck, jaw, and slowly to the edge of the mouth.Time passed extremely slowly, almost more difficult than when I was beaten.

He said nothing.

I don't think it's necessary or worth it.

So he moved reluctantly, reached out his hand from under the quilt, and grabbed his sleeve.

The wet and limp Confucian shirt was loosely held in his hand, he grabbed it, and pulled it down dejectedly, restraining his movements.

I closed my eyes: "Don't wipe it."

At this point, what can this decency save?

Then he stopped, and after a moment of silence, he raised his hand again, leaned over, and gently brushed the messy hair sticking to my cheeks behind my ears.That action was exactly the same as what he did to Lan Yao at the moment.

Then I heard him sigh.

Thinking of this, I also sighed.

——Zhuang Heng always speaks inappropriately, causing people to misunderstand.

I have never had a chance to ask Zhuang Heng why he came to see me, and what does that sigh mean—do you think I am stupid?Others have tried their best, but I am still naive.Still feel sorry for me?The high-spirited son, fell into this situation.You don't think I'm loyal and unyielding, do you think I'm full of pride?Liang Shizi is obviously used to being slippery, and he knows how to take advantage of it best. When disasters are imminent, he insists that Qingshan will not relax, and he will not let the immediate benefits go.

I have too many answers to Zhuang Heng's sigh.Can his true intention escape these mediocre answers? I don't think so.

That night, Zhuang Heng borrowed at Huang Lao Tao's home.I was tied by that inexplicable red thread, and of course I couldn't go anywhere else.

While there was nothing wrong with staying by his side, there was something humiliating about this bloody red string like a dog leash.So I brought Huang Laodao and a few monsters over. The goblins, ghosts, and strange-looking people gathered around the table. I stated the facts and reasoned: "This restricts the freedom of my ghost body and insults the power of ghosts."

Zhuang Heng drank tea and didn't speak.

Huang Laodao quickly grasped the key point and asked, "Do you want life or power?"

Butterfly Yao is very knowledgeable about current affairs and said, "I think fate is more important."

I was very disdainful: "It's the kid who makes the choice. We old ghosts want both."

Zhuang Heng put down his teacup, happily: "It's easy to handle. If you beat me, I'll untie it for you."

I raised a question mark: "What's the matter with you?"

Zhuang Heng raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong with me?"

I said: "Xiao Yu, you have learned badly. You have learned to bully the weak with your fists."

Zhuang Heng said calmly: "I bully you, I don't need fists."

Me: "...what?"

Xiaodie Yao whispered to Huang Laodao: "Master Li, what Mr. Li said is so strange... Did I make a mistake?"

The author says:

Liang Xiaolan: Do you count as winning in bed?