Lonely tree in the north

Mo Xun didn't say anything, and he didn't speak anymore, because the other party knew that it was useless to say anything.

The wind was very strong that night, and the footprints left by the footsteps in the snow could not be healed for a long time.

Just before returning to the inn, a blue shadow rushed out.

"Gu'an!"

When Yi Fengyue's voice came, Mo Xun slowly came back to his senses.

Seeing the two people at the door, Yi Fengyue paused for a moment, then strode forward and asked anxiously, "Did the injury on your foot recur again? Didn't you bring medicine?"

When a certain person heard the word relapse, he couldn't help frowning slightly, and then he wanted to lower his head to look, and saw that the person in his arms had already struggled to get down.

Yi Fengyue stepped forward to help, and pushed away Si Ye's hand that was about to reach out, rolled her eyes coldly, and said, "Why does Gu'an get hurt every time I meet you, stay away!"

"........."

He seemed to want to say something more, but Mo Xun seized his hand tightly, signaling to stop talking nonsense.

When he turned sideways, Mo Xun was already holding the red silk tied to his foot, he stretched out his hand hesitantly, and said slowly, "Since you said not to continue, I will give you this back."

"..." Si Ye frowned slightly, the red threads reflected in his eyes became more and more blurred, he turned his face away slightly, and wanted to say something, but the things were forced into his hands.

When he looked up again, he had already gone upstairs with Yi Fengyue's support.

Yi Fengyue said: "Gu'an, where did you go? If anything happens in the future, you have to tell me in advance, otherwise I will be very worried!"

"How will you be here?"

When Yi Fengyue's voice fell, it reminded him of meeting him in Kuidong, and he asked this question.

At the beginning, I thought he was looking for me, and at the beginning, I thought he was just trying to get angry with me, and those words were just a moment of anger.

But these assumptions are not true.

Seeing that no one answered, Yi Fengyue became even more worried, "Gu'an? Is there something wrong with you? Gu'an? What are you thinking?"

"Ah?" His thoughts were pulled back, Mo Xun was at a loss, looked at Yi Fengyue who was approaching for a long time, Mo Xun suddenly strode into the room, and directly locked him out.

boom--

"..." Yi Fengyue stood there stunned, feeling very uncomfortable for this inexplicable move.

"I'm tired, let's talk about something tomorrow." Mo Xun leaned wearily against the door and tried his best to make a sound.

The people outside the door felt uneasy, although they wanted to accompany them, but judging by their posture, they might not be able to persuade them.

What's more, I don't know what happened.

After being silent for a while, Yi Fengyue lowered her head and sighed softly, "Okay, then you have a good rest, I'm next door, if you have something to do, just knock on the wall."

After all, Mo Xun vaguely heard the sound of him leaving, and he was relieved until the door of the next room was closed.

All the strength seemed to be released at this moment, and Mo Xun sat down along the edge of the door weakly.

He didn't dare to cry aloud, for fear that someone would hear him, so he tried to raise his head, for fear that the tears in his eyes would not stop flowing down.

Immediately afterwards, the hand that wiped away the tears tightly covered his mouth, his whole body twitched uncontrollably, his red eyes were full of disbelief, as if he was surprised by his current reaction, while the other one did not He kept grabbing the corner of his clothes, trying to control his emotions at the moment.

The night gradually deepened, and the night and sleep enveloped the earth, and everything was silent.

The wind blows into the tightly closed window, and the dark room is abnormally quiet. Under the moonlight, the shadow under the curtain flashes by.

There was a slight sound of footsteps, and when they stepped over, the veil was blown by the wind, and the person on the bed who was curled up under the quilt could only see a trace of black hair.

The person standing by the bed looked at it for a long time, and finally stopped slowly, and cautiously reached into the bed with one hand, trying to grab the little feet that had shrunk somewhere.

Perhaps the wind caught in the quilt, and the feet that were huddled in the quilt suddenly shrank away without a trace.

Si Ye was startled, and became slightly vigilant, afraid that what he had done just now would have woken him up.

After staying motionless for a while, he began to explore under the quilt again.

It took some effort to pull his feet out, and he hastily tied the red silk in his arms again. Before the last step, he suddenly turned over and kicked his feet violently, and the red silk fell off the ground. .

"..." This habit of sleeping and moving around should be changed.

Si Ye sighed helplessly, and quietly picked up the quilt to help cover him up. Suddenly, he was sweating profusely, his face was abnormally rosy, and his brows were furrowed.

Regardless of whether he was afraid that he would wake up, Si Ye hurriedly stroked his forehead and found that it was very hot.

"Cold..." The people on the bed huddled together, saying it was cold, but they wanted to kick off the quilt on their feet.

"Mo Xun? Mo Xun, wake up!" Si Ye hurriedly tried to call him softly, but he seemed to be completely unconscious, and he looked uncomfortable and didn't know what to do to get better.