【Xue Xiao】Prisoner in the deserted city

The high fever lasted for two days and two nights, and Xue Yang stayed with Xiao Xingchen for two days and two nights.Holding his hand all the time, sending spiritual power to him.

The gauze on Xiao Xingchen's eyes and hands, as well as the clothes on his body, had been replaced with new ones. The original ones had been torn to pieces, and Xue Yang threw them all away.

Xiao Xingchen was restless even in his lethargic sleep, as if he was constantly having nightmares.He was in a coma, but his nerves were still not relaxed, as if he was still screaming and struggling in his body.Sweat dripped from his forehead and trickled down his cheeks.

Xue Yang soaked the towel and wiped it for him over and over again.

Xiao Xingchen was too weak, just lying here, as if he was about to disappear.

Xue Yang put the towel aside, supported Xiao Xingchen's shoulders, supported his upper body, and hugged him in his arms.

Xiao Xingchen was unconscious, let Xue Yang manipulate him, and obediently lay on Xue Yang's shoulders, the wide sleeves of the Taoist robe hung down to cover Xue Yang's black clothes, his long hair was smoothed out, cascading down his back like a waterfall .

"Xiao Xingchen, why haven't you woke up yet?"

In the silent room, Xue Yang said silently.

He was looking forward to Xiao Xingchen's waking up, and wanted to tell him everything.Those things that could not be said in the past, covered by his sharpness, and covered by layers of injuries, seemed to be brightened in an instant, and nothing was impossible.

Xue Yang hugged Xiao Xingchen, his face was no longer the usual smile or twisted violence, but a calmness he had never had before—not never before, he had it in those three years, but since Xiao Xingchen woke up after killing himself with a sword, this kind of calm completely disappeared from his face, just like those years when he never met Xiao Xingchen three years ago, he played out his distorted face in a presumptuous way. Life.

Smart as Xue Yang, but he just doesn't understand this kind of emotional change.He only knew that it would be nice if he could hold the person in his arms like this all the time.

He thought, if this person could stay by his side all the time, then he would never hurt him again.

Nightmare and reality are intertwined, constantly tormenting and tearing.

On the third day, Xiao Xingchen woke up.

The fever has subsided almost completely. After the serious illness, I feel weak all over, my head still hurts, and my whole body is sore.

He was conscious, but he didn't move, as if he had lost all the ability to move, curled up limply in the corner.

The brain went blank like self-protection, and even the nightmare in a coma was automatically blocked.Everything is fake, nothing happens, nothing changes.

However, with the recovery of body functions, what happened that night is still emerging in your memory inch by inch, like broken pictures, coming from all directions in pieces, making it impossible for him to avoid, and finally converged irresistibly into a complete picture , brutally soberly told him everything that happened that night.

However, that is false.

Xiao Xingchen lay there in a daze, almost wanting to laugh, he, who was like a pussan, actually started to deceive himself and others.

For some reason, after he woke up, Xue Yang didn't come over for two days. He only put liquid food into his mouth in the middle of the night when he was unconscious due to weakness, and then fed him some tonics for recovery. When he woke up, he disappeared without a trace.

Xue Yang was leaning on the beam outside the attic, with one leg hanging down and the other bent, with his arm resting on his knee, biting a bright red apple.

In the carved beams and painted buildings, the sound of laughter and chasing is endless.The veil is drooping, the red jade is broken, the sweet smile is sweet, and the music of silk and bamboo orchestra is overwhelming, stirring up a wave of spring water in people's hearts.

Xue Yang never liked these things. During the two years at Jinlintai, he followed Jin Guangyao to the Firework Lane frequently.As long as Jin Guangyao can fight with Jin Guangshan inside, he can wait on the verandah for as long as he can habitually turn his head to look at the scenery outside the window. .

He watched Jin Guangshan coldly being invited out of the warm pavilion by his son, and sneered in his heart.Such a person is also worthy of being the head of the family, which really makes people laugh out loud.

Lianfangzun said, Chengmei, you are still young, and you have never experienced the beauty of the bed.He also once found a young woman with a coquettish physique, delicate and exquisite, with a face like a peach blossom, eyes like spring water, her eyes turned a thousand eyebrows, and with a cry, her body was soft and her heart was crisp.

Xue Yang accepted them one by one with a smile, cursing in his heart that I broke my body at the age of 12, what kind of nonsense you are saying there seems to be very understanding, and you don't need to be courteous for nothing, I don't have any kind of woman I want.

Xue Yang is a well-known hooligan in Xiezhou, who does many evils, but has always been indifferent to beauty, unless he has physical needs, and occasionally has sex, otherwise many women will be ruined by him.

Some of the women who had sex with him before were courted and presented, and some took the initiative to throw themselves into his arms.After all, a handsome young man can be regarded as young and promising in another sense. Even if he is a big devil who kills without blinking an eye, there are still countless women who want to climb up to him and hope to be with him.

Of course, most of them didn't know what kind of disgusting thing Xue Yang was doing behind his back. If they knew, no matter what kind of person he was, they would definitely stay away from him, and they would be so frightened that they were out of their wits.

Hearing the ambiguous sounds inside, Xue Yang suddenly felt very disgusted.Thinking of the woman who was tossing and turning under me before, it was really boring. Of course, there was pleasure, but compared with that night, it was as if I was giving voluntarily.

Xue Yang cursed, threw the finished fruit shell casually, and jumped off the beam.

Xue Yang was in a good mood, he bought some vegetables, and stopped by Yaohe's tailor's shop to pick up a coat.

Yaohe Tailor Shop was not called by this name before, but Xiaohe Tailor Shop, which Xue Yang saw when passing by.Seeing this rough shop owner with the same surname as Xiao Xingchen, Xue Yang became very impatient, and threatened him not only to change the name of the shop, but also to change his surname. He waved his dagger viciously and said that he might as well remove half of the character that day and change it to Yao. At least half of the words were left, which is considerate enough.

Facing the murderous Xue Yang, the unlucky shopkeeper had no choice but to do so, and was also responsible for Xue Yang's and Xiao Xingchen's clothes.

"Yao" the shopkeeper said to Xue Yang tremblingly: "Didn't you just order a Taoist robe two days ago, and you still come to pick it up today, we really won't be able to come to work for a while..."

Xue Yang always tore and stained Xiao Xingchen's clothes, thinking that he was always clean and tidy, so he always came here to order Taoist robes.

The shopkeeper couldn't figure out how a lawless hooligan could get involved with a Taoist priest. This world is really bizarre.

Xue Yang said, "What's the matter, can't I have new clothes?"

Xue Yang was in a very good mood. He used all his abilities to prepare a table of dishes. Originally, they were very bland radish, vegetables, and tofu, but after he passed them, they became delicious. move.

After finishing these, Xue Yang put on new clothes, bit the hair tie between his teeth, and brushed his hair a few more times, and tied it into a high ponytail.

Xue Yang is also really good looking.He is slender, with all his hair tied up, revealing a handsome face, with only a few strands of hair hanging lightly on his forehead.The eyes are big and bright, and the smile is full of childishness, which is very easy to make people feel good and want to get close.

Xue Yang passed by the front hall happily, walking lightly to Xiao Xingchen's sleeping place, and kindly invited him out for dinner.

After these days of observation, he feels that Xiao Xingchen's body has almost recovered, he is still a little weak, but he can already eat.

Xiao Xingchen was dragged by Xue Yang all the way to the dining table. Xue Yang opened the chair for him, supported his shoulders and pressed him lightly on the chair. Push a few green vegetables that he usually likes in front of him, and surround him with delicious food.

Xue Yang said sweetly: "Congratulations to the Taoist priest on his recovery. To celebrate, I made your favorite dish. Come and try it."

Xiao Xingchen sat there as if he had never heard of it, Xue Yang blinked his eyes, and looked at Xiao Xingchen's state slightly closer.

Xue Yang said, "Why, Daoist, do you still have no appetite? Or...you are still used to letting me feed you?"

Xiao Xingchen was in a daze, and finally picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and brought them to his mouth numbly.

It might be that the porridge was too sticky and soft, Xiao Xingchen felt sick to his stomach just after taking a few sips.

Xue Yang on the opposite side kept talking, while adding more food for him, Xue Yang's breath was all around him, surrounding him like a tide.

Xue Yang said: "Daozhang, why don't you eat vegetables, haha, don't worry, I didn't add any more meat this time."

Xue Yang said again: "Actually, I think, people have to live happily, right? What happens to others is other people's business, and it has nothing to do with us. No, I just want to say, it's not as good as the Taoist priest You just, uh... how do you say it?"

Xue Yang's verbal skills are quite good, and he walked all the way through the cold and warm of human relationships. As long as he wanted to, he could talk about the dead as alive.But at this moment, he racked his brains and scratched his stomach, but he couldn't find a suitable sentence to continue, and he didn't know if the candlelight was too bright, which made his face reddish.

Xue Yang said in a deep voice: "In short, no matter what happened in the past, since we are already like this, then I won't hurt you anymore, maybe we can try..."

Xue Yang was still talking there, Yang Xiaoxingchen managed to swallow a mouthful of porridge, and couldn't bring it in any more. He felt his stomach churn, put down the bowls and chopsticks with a bang, pushed the table aside and lay down to retch stand up.

"Xiao Xingchen?"

Xue Yang quickly ran over to support him, and patted his back to give him comfort.Xiao Xingchen vomited for a long time but didn't vomit anything, his whole body trembled slightly as if he had collapsed.The place Xue Yang supported seemed to be scalded, Xiao Xingchen pushed him away, then took two steps back in a daze, vomiting too much, leaning against the door frame dizzily.

Unexpectedly, Xue Yang was really pushed away.Xue Yang's eyes widened, he didn't realize what was going on, and suddenly looked at Xiao Xingchen.

No expression could be seen on that plain face, but disgust and disgust were clearly written on it.

Xiao Xingchen's stomach was still sour, he couldn't bear it, turned over and retched again.

The smile on Xue Yang's face seemed to be frozen, it was still there, but it lost the warmth.

He looked at this person coldly, and finally waited for him to breathe a sigh of relief before walking over and squatting down calmly in front of him.

Xue Yang said almost intimately, "Master Daoist, what's wrong with you?"