Drunken Exquisiteness

The two of them were busy making delicious food, and Qing Chen took a bowl of porridge and went to the room. Out of the doctor's habit, she stretched out her hand to try the temperature of the person's forehead, but stopped in mid-air, and a mask coldly cut the distance between the two.

The light was dim, and he looked like he was asleep. Qing Chen hesitated for a moment, and finally gave up the curious thoughts in his heart. He was hesitating whether to wake him up. He raised his eyes and found that he had opened his eyes for some time. There was a tired look in his dark eyes. Can't cover up that kind of natural coldness.

Qing Chen and him stared at each other for a moment, and the feeling that the whole person was seen through again came into his heart, as if that gaze could penetrate everything, leaving no room for reservation. She didn't evade, raised her eyebrows lightly, and turned to serve the porridge: "Are you awake? Let's eat something."

The man closed his eyes and shook his head slowly.

"If you don't eat, you won't be able to regain your strength, and it will not benefit your injury." Qing Chen persuaded.

I thought it would take some more talking, but the man only paused and closed his eyes quietly for a while, without any objection: "Okay."

Qing Chen helped him to lie down and tried the temperature of the porridge. The porcelain spoon touched the edge of the bowl with her wrist, making a faint sound. The person looked at her for a while and said lightly: "The mask is for the enemy to see. Take it off."

"Ok?"

Qing Chen stopped the movement in his hand, trying to figure out what it looked like behind the mask. For some reason, he was a little nervous. After a while, he said, "Then, I took it off?"

The man stopped talking, so she stretched out her hand and gently took off the mask.

Behind the mask showed a well-defined face, no **** color due to his injuries, it looked a little pale, indifferent and calm. Not as handsome and unrestrained as he imagined, but Qing Chen was stunned, as if he had seen this stern face thousands of years ago.

The moment of trance made her seem to sink into a dream, time passed, and she fell into an unknown reincarnation.

Suddenly looking back, the person was there, dimly lit.

Such strange emotions spread in my heart for no reason. The two looked at each other silently, and the bottomless darkness in that person's eyes reflected her slender figure, and a faint light passed quietly.

Qing Chen suddenly came back to her senses. The glass of wine just turned into a passion and suddenly burned her face. She hurriedly turned her eyes away from his eyes, put the mask aside, and brought the porridge.

The person didn't pick it up. After a moment of puzzlement, Qing Chen thought to himself that he was really careless. After thinking about it, he took a spoonful and brought it to his lips. He calmly allowed her to serve, without any discomfort, he had a kind of noble demeanor, as if it should be so naturally.

After only drinking half a bowl of porridge, he shook his head and didn't want to drink any more. Qing Chen didn't force it, and asked, "Are there any other discomforts?"

"No." He replied without wavering, clearly lacking in energy, but he could still see the bottom of people's eyes.

"Yeah." Qing Chen also stopped talking. The room was quiet all at once. Once it calmed down, no one would break the atmosphere. She felt that all the language with him seemed to be superfluous. After drinking the medicine, he fell into a drowsy sleep.

The moonlight outside the window is like water, and some flower shadows are spilled in through the thin bamboo window lattice. As the night darkened, Eleven also lay outside and fell asleep. For some reason, Qing Chen didn't feel tired at all.

She was alone in the empty night, facing everything that was strange in such a strange world. Confusion took advantage of the dark night to quietly breed, she sat down aimlessly in front of the bronze mirror, picked up the comb to straighten out her long hair with her dangling shoulders, the shadow of a figure was faintly reflected in the mirror, and the dream was still not cleared.

Qing Chen raised his head and looked out the window, the moon was like practicing, the cold shone in the long night, and the shining and falling shadows quietly covered his heart, with endless coolness and darkness. A feeling of loneliness came to my heart suddenly, and weeds spread and grew, and it gradually made people feel suffocating. She wanted to call eleven to talk to herself so as not to think about it alone. It was obvious that he was sleeping so hard and couldn't bear to wake him up. Instead, she found a thin quilt and put it on his shoulder.

What can he say even if he wakes up? Who would believe such a story, even she herself couldn't figure it out. Maybe this is really just a dream. They are all dreamers, they will wake up in the blink of an eye, and they are just memories from then on.

The person on the couch has not been sleeping very securely, so she walked over lightly and reached out and tried his forehead. Xu is the effect of the medicine. He didn't open his eyes like the previous few times, but slightly frowned his eyebrows, his skin tentacles hot, and it was burning after all.

Qing Chen stood in front of the couch with a frown. With the methods she knew before, some medicines that could have been more effective are now nowhere to be found, and the treatment of wounds is not as expected. The current situation is also expected. After pondering, she went to the courtyard to fetch a basin of clean water, and then fetched the jar of wine she found on the eleventh.

In summer, the well water was cold and bitter, and it was just right. Qing Chen dipped the cloth towel on the person’s forehead, changed it later, kept it cool repeatedly, and put the cold cloth towel on the back of his neck and underarms. After a while, he carefully wiped his body with wine.

This method of cooling down is simple but effective. When she rolled up the sleeve of the man, something slipped down his wrist. Qing Chen looked through the candlelight and saw that it was a string of black spar beads. She immediately recognized that it was a string of extremely pure obsidian, with a calm luster. Each bead had double-sided rainbow eyes, deep in the silent night. Glowing faint shimmer.

The candlelight was shining, and the tourmaline beads on Qing Chen's wrist flowed through the colorful rays of light. She couldn't help but think of the so-called nine-turn exquisite formation and the mysterious forbidden magic of the witch family. Since different spars were activated together Nine ranks exquisite formation, then if she finds these nine crystals, will she be able to return to the original world again?

This thought made her agitated, and she was thinking about it, and the person suddenly moved slightly. Qing Chen was afraid that he would turn over and move to the wound, and hurriedly pressed his hand, but he suddenly held it tightly. Qing Chen was taken aback, tried to pull his hand, but felt that he was holding it very tightly, as if he was enduring some kind of intense pain, his heart softened, and he did not move.

While changing the cloth towel on his forehead, he was thinking about what happened in a mess. After so much trouble in the middle of the night, when the sky was getting bright, Qing Chen finally couldn't hold back to fall asleep in front of the couch. When I woke up, the morning light had faintly spread all around. The thin quilt that had been draped on Eleven did not know when it was over her shoulders, and her hand was covered under the man’s slender finger, which was kind of protected. feel. She gently pulled out her hand and put his hand in the quilt. He looked as if his fever had gone down and he was asleep.

Qing Chen was relieved and said softly: "It's great."

"What's so great?" Eleven's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Qing Chen was taken aback, turned around and glared at him: "Why are you cringing, scared to death!"

Eleven didn't quarrel with her like before, instead smiled and whispered: "Thanks for your hard work last night."

Qing Chen knew that he was tired for days, and actually didn't sleep peacefully last night, and didn't mind, just casually said: "Well, remember that you owe me a favor."

Eleven put his hands on his chest and smiled and asked, "How can you pay it back?"

"I haven't thought about it yet, let's talk about it after you think about it, you owe it first." Qing Chen said.

"Yes, I owe you what I owe you." Eleven said freely, "Don't use this rare opportunity casually. I can easily not agree to other people's requests."

Qing Chen glanced at him, his face full of disapproval. Eleven followed with a smile and said, "I'll take a look outside and get some game back by the way."

"Okay!" Qing Chen was also curious about the surrounding environment, and said casually, "I will go with you."

Eleven shook his head, made a begging gesture, and pointed to the couch.

Qing Chen looked back, raised his eyebrows, then turned his eyes brightly, and said, "Two requests."

"Take advantage of the fire." Eleven chuckled softly, but didn't refuse, "As long as the fourth brother is innocent, what are the two demands?"

Originally, Qing Chen was only joking with him, but when he saw that he had agreed, he couldn't help but smiled: "Ha! Go, there is me here."

Eleven showed a hearty smile, turned and left.

Qing Chen watched him away through the window. The bamboo house was built on the hillside, half hidden in the forest and bamboo. The summer mountain breeze was slightly cool, and the sky was blue as washing outside, the sun was like gold, and the sky was lightly covered.

She stood in front of the window and stretched out her hand, as if trying to hold the glimmer of light flowing through the window, the light fell into the heart of her eyes, a little stinging.

Even the sun feels so strange.

She let out a sigh, sat down next to the case bored, and played the guqin casually. The strings tremble for a long time at the fingertips, making a subtle sound that seems to be absent. This piano is very different from what she has seen before, but those strange memories are like a tide, and once again rushed to the heart, the two intertwined, as if they merged with a new self. She was curious for a while, so she raised her hand to wipe the strings and slowly explored how to play.

The strings move the piano, as if faintly visible silhouettes in white clothes, pink all over the mountain, the sound of the piano one after another in the depth of the light rain, and the falling flowers one after another.

The flowers fell like snow, the sound of the piano was illusory, some sadness and nostalgia, tenderness and attachment, that was a feeling she had never had before. In the sound of the piano, the shattered light and shadow are not clear, and the past is messy into pieces, but the feeling is as deep as promised, it is unspeakable sadness and touching. The sound of the strings was extremely light and light. At the end of the song, she raised her hand and pressed the strings in a daze, trying her best to grasp the erratic fragments in her thoughts, and suddenly heard a cold voice saying: "Shangyin goes slower when it goes to the corner. ,will be better."

Qing Chen turned her head back unexpectedly, but saw that the man had woke up some time ago, and was leaning on the couch listening to her playing the piano.

"Did I wake you up?" She calmed down and stood up.

"What tune?" He asked instead of answering her.

Qing Chen smiled slightly: "Just fiddle."

The man stopped questioning either, but said lightly: "It's a bit misty and rainy, and it's interesting to see flowers outside the world."

Qing Chen raised his eyes to look at him, and listened to his tone.

The man said again: "If this song uses Xiaoxianghe, it should be good, you can try it."

"Can you blow?"

"meeting."

For a while, the two seemed to have nothing to say, one leaned quietly and the other stood quietly.

Qing Chen feels that being with this person is always very quiet, unlike Hexi, who can chat and laugh casually. However, even Eleven had a serious look at him. It was not that people became quiet, but the place where he was there would naturally quiet down. There seems to be a strange temperament in him, a bit of indifferent silence, a bit of cold nobility, which makes people afraid to play arrogantly in front of him.

She thought to herself, raising her eyes unintentionally, when she met the person's gaze looking at her, with a thoughtful and judgmental expression in her eyes. And when she looked back, she could only see endless depths, like an ancient well, only he swallowed others, and no one could not explore him.

I couldn't see through, and couldn't stand it any longer, Qing Chen turned back to the piano and said casually: "If you are not too noisy, why don't you just listen to me practicing?"

"How can it be too noisy for a beautiful woman to play the piano?" That humane seemed to be in good spirit.

Qing Chen sat in front of the piano, faint thoughts and memories flowed into the fingertips along the sunlight, and the faint waves slowly settled into the clear spring and still water, reflecting and blending with the clear time between the piano. She plucked the string lightly, looked up to the window, and slowly adjusted the rhyme, and a melodious piano sound came up.

The tune is low and gentle, Shen Yuan is flat.

"Countless rivers and lakes and tens of thousands of peaks, the boundless vastness of my heart, I traveled from the Central Plains to southern Xinjiang, watching my great wingspan. The magic way is rugged and the roads are difficult to navigate, and tomorrow’s green hills will be heavy. Life and destiny are different. ......" Singing in a low voice, Pingchuan rides a horse, the sky is high and the earth is wide, and gradually spread out.

Suddenly, a golden sword shadow faintly emerged from the originally gentle and broad string, with a pressing momentum: "The power is like thunder, the mountains and rivers are moving, the sword is like a white rainbow, and the culprit is out of the sheath..."

The domineering is strong, but it turns into a finger and silky softness, as her soft voice reveals affectionateness: "There is also a deep feeling, why should we meet again, since ancient times, heroes are so lonely, and they will be innocent..."

At the end of the tune, the remaining sound curls up, lingering in the light sunlight in front of the window, floating and sinking slightly, slowly dissipating. Sitting down in front of the piano, she felt that all thoughts were flowing in her heart, like a tide. Sorrow, love, hatred, and hatred, through this seven-string ice silk, it seems that there is a story that was sealed in the world thousands of years ago. I was suddenly shocked by the sound of the piano, but it was fleeting, leaving only a faint trace, endless threads. .

I was in a trance, suddenly I heard someone outside the house clapped his hands and said: "Good piano!" The curtain moved, and eleven fresh fish came in with a lively tail, "Good words and good songs, very much in line with my intentions!"

When Qing Chen heard the sound, he raised his head, saw him approaching with a smile, and asked, "You played the piano just now?"

"Yeah." Qing Chen got up and responded softly.

"Life and destiny are different, but hope to stand tall in the world!" Eleven nodded, "Yes, it's not like a woman's hand."

"Life and destiny are different." Qing Chen came back to his senses and couldn't help but smiled, "It is said that human life is determined, but if one sentence of destiny can dominate everything, what does it mean to live?"

When she said this, her expression was a little strange, the person on the couch glanced over her face without a trace, but eleven looked at her and stopped slightly, and suddenly said, "Hey, can you be a fish?"

His smile was so bright, as if he could melt all depressed emotions. Qing Chen raised his head, startled, then raised his lips and said, "I can eat fish."

Eleven laughed loudly: "That's troublesome, I will only eat fish, I don't know if I can eat the fish I made."

"I think it's a bit hungry." Qing Chen thought for a while, "Otherwise...we roasted it? I tried this before. There should be spices in the backyard."

"Ha, good idea!" Eleven immediately agreed, "Fourth brother, rest, wait for the fish to eat later. Go, come and help!"

Qing Chen looked back at the man, and followed him with a smile.