Baishou loses Shaohua

Chapter 5 What If Someone Cares?

It takes one and a half months to travel from Mausoleum to Jiuyan Mountain, and about three months to go back and forth. After careful consideration, Ye Nanqing decided to make arrangements for the Ye family's affairs within a few days before starting the journey.

In the evening of that day, Ye Nanqing hosted a banquet in Tongfulou and invited merchants of all sizes in Mausoleum to discuss with him the matter of borrowing goods.After dinner, with nothing to do, Xuan Lie wandered around the back garden of Ye Mansion, looking at the bright moon in the sky, he couldn't help but think of Ji Yinghan.A few days ago, I hurriedly said goodbye, and when I returned to Ye Mansion, I met Liao Kun who was killed. It was only at night that I remembered that I hadn't brought back my bamboo flute. I thought that person would take care of it for me temporarily.Now that he's leaving Mausoleum in the next few days, it's time to go get it back.

Thinking of this, Xuanlie has already left the gate of Ye Mansion.

In front of the East Han Building, Ji Yinghan was dressed in white and danced with a long sword. Wherever the sword touched, white plum blossoms fell like stars in the sky, making a silhouette even more chill and dusty.In the end, he threw the sword forward with his right hand. There was no shadow of the sword when it flew out, but the white plum blossoms on the plum tree in front of him rustled down. Ji Yinghan stared intently and then took half a step to the left. He stretched out his left hand to pick it up.

All in an instant, the hilt of the sword hit the palm of the hand but the force was still undiminished. Ji Yinghan felt a huge pain in his left shoulder, as if being torn apart, and the left wrist trembled, and the blade turned and stabbed towards him.

In the blink of an eye, there was a sound of "ding--", something hit the blade, the long sword flew out and landed on the ground, half of the dark finger rolled to Ji Yinghan's feet, the pain in his left shoulder made him He could hardly stand still.

"Are you okay?" A pair of hands lightly supported Ji Yinghan's shoulders from behind, and there was a clear and distinct fingerprint on the thumb of his right hand.

Ji Yinghan turned his head and met Xuan Lie's worried eyes, he was startled suddenly, and gently broke away from his hands, "Why are you?"

"If it wasn't for Mr. Xuan, I would have come here to collect your corpse!" Yun Xin's face was not very good-looking, and he was really frightened just now, "You haven't healed completely yet, what kind of pretense are you trying to do!"

"I'm fine." Ji Yinghan said lightly, clutching his left shoulder.

Yun Xin was out of breath, and stopped talking, and walked into the house while tugging on Ji Yinghan's sleeve.Xuan Lie picked up Ji Yinghan's long sword, picked up half of the finger on the ground and put it in his arms, followed the two into the house.

In the room, Yun Xin asked Ji Yinghan to sit under the lamp, opened the cabinet next to the bed, took out the medicine box, and tore off Ji Yinghan's clothes to check his injuries.There were already some bloodstains on the white cloth that had been bound up, but after the white cloth was untied, a cross-shaped wound on the white skin of the left shoulder that was injured by a sharp weapon sank deeply into the flesh, and the wound was still slightly oozing blood.Xuan Lie couldn't help frowning, what was it that hurt people so badly.

Yun Xin took out a soft cloth from the medicine box and poured some sore medicine on it, and deliberately pressed a little force on Ji Yinghan's wound. Ji Yinghan frowned, his face turned pale and he didn't make a sound, but a drop fell from the corner of his forehead Beads of sweat come.

"See if you're still trying to be brave?" Although Yun Xin spoke harshly, his hands relaxed, and with the other hand, he went to search in the medicine box, but found that there was no white cloth for bandaging.Seeing Xuan Lie standing aside, he said, "Mr. Xuan, please press his wound. I'm going back to Liuyun Pavilion to get some white cloth."

"I'll just do it myself." Ji Yinghan raised his right hand but accidentally touched the wound, and gasped in pain.

"Don't move!" Yun Xin slapped his right hand off without any politeness, and then said to Xuan Lie who came up to him, "I'm sorry for your inconvenience, Mr. Xuan."

"It's easy to do." Xuan Lie raised his right hand and lightly pressed on Ji Yinghan's shoulder, replacing Yun Xin's hand.

After Yun Xin left, the room fell silent.Xuanlie's palms were pressed against the soft cloth on Ji Yinghan's shoulders, and his fingers seemed to touch the skin of Ji Yinghan's shoulders, the creamy and slightly cool touch crept up along his warm fingertips, hitting directly chest.

Ji Yinghan's long dark hair was lifted up from his right shoulder and hung down to his chest, revealing a large naked and beautiful back that was soaked in lustrous light under the candlelight.His skin is extremely fair, probably due to his long-term martial arts practice, and his physique is thin but not weak.Xuan Lie's eyes lingered on this moon-like back, as if there was an extra drumstick beating in his heart, faster and faster, more urgent.

Xuanlie secretly recited the Qingxin Mantra in his heart to calm his almost out-of-control breathing, but his mind was like a runaway wild horse running non-stop in his chest.

Ji Yinghan didn't notice Xuanlie's distracted mind, and looked at his left hand with half-down eyes, the palm of which had just been hit with a red mark by the hilt of the sword.Ji Yinghan's slightly dazed look made Xuanlie's mouth even more parched.

After thinking about it, Xuan Lie decided to say something to break the peace.

"Who were you playing the piano for that night?" Xuan Lie felt his body stiff under his palm, and he became more cautious when speaking, "Can you... tell me?"

Ji Yinghan was silent for a long time, so long that Xuan Lie thought he would not answer.

"For dear ones," he said.

Xuan Lie was taken aback: "Sorry."

"It's okay."

"How did this injury come about?" Xuan Lie changed the subject. If the cross-shaped wound under the palm is not clear, it may become his heart disease.

"The enemy is chasing and killing."

"What kind of enemy, why is it so cruel."

"Cut weeds and roots, of course you have to be ruthless." Ji Yinghan's answer was flat and natural, as if he was not talking about his own terrible injuries.

He heard Xuan Lie's long sigh behind him, and it seemed that he wanted to arouse the most sour and lingering emotions in his heart.

"You seem to... always be so indifferent to yourself."

Ji Yinghan was taken aback: "Young master, why did you say that?"

"You always hurt yourself." Xuan Lie's tone was a bit distressed, "And you always...don't take your own life seriously."

Ji Yinghan was silent for a while, seemed to think about it seriously, and then said quietly: "It seems... there is nothing to care about?"

This answer made Xuan Lie feel mixed feelings.For some reason, with an obviously calm tone, he could hear the loneliness and loneliness in Ji Yinghan's heart.And these made him feel bad.

"What if someone cares?" Xuan Lie asked a little eagerly, and his subordinates lost some strength.

Ji Yinghan's body trembled, he didn't know if it was because of the pain or Xuanlie's words.

Xuan Lie didn't wait for Ji Yinghan's answer, Yun Xin came back.As soon as he entered the room, Yun Xin felt that the atmosphere in the room was a bit unusual. He looked at the two of them and thought of what happened in the small alley next to the teahouse a few days ago, and immediately made a guess. A seven seven eight eight.

"Master Xuan, let me come."

Xuan Lie took his hand away and took a step back.

"Mr. Xuan, thank you for your rescue today." Ji Yinghan turned his back to Xuan Lie, who couldn't see the expression on his face, "It's getting late, your flute is on the table in the north, you put it Take it back."

Anyone could hear that Ji Yinghan issued the order to evict the guests.Xuanlie walked to the table in the north, and his Xiao was lying quietly on a stack of books.He put the flute into his arms, and the flute seemed to be infected with Ji Yinghan's breath, the cold feeling penetrated into the chest under the skin, making Xuanlie very uncomfortable.

"Farewell."

Until Xuan Lie walked out of the room, Ji Yinghan didn't look back at him.

"Why bother? He's a nice guy." Yun Xin helped Ji Yinghan bandage up, covered him with clothes, and sighed helplessly, "It's hard to find someone who cares about you."

"Isn't there still you?" Ji Yinghan said lightly.

"That's different." Yun Xin said.

"What's different?" Ji Yinghan asked knowingly.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to care about you." Yun Xin left angrily.

Ji Yinghan still sat there in that posture, motionless, hiding his face in the shadow of the lamp.

Where is it different?

The seemingly non-existent temperature on his left shoulder reminded him.

But he and him have only met three times, and this kind of difference is too sudden, too rude, too... unbelievable.

Before Ji Yinghan walked to the table in the north, Xuan Lie had already taken the flute.He stretched out his hand to gently touch the cover of the book that was originally under the flute, but even the cover was covered with that person's warm eyes.

Ji Yinghan walked out of the door and walked into the white plum garden in front of him. The bitter cold wind was blowing from all directions, blowing his clothes, and blowing away the remaining warmth on his body little by little.This is the temperature he is used to, he has survived in this cold for too long, no matter how the seasons change, the numb and throbbing living thing in his chest is only this temperature.

He doesn't expect warmth, nor does he long for caring, those things are harmful to him.

It doesn't matter if the cold water is boiled until it boils, it still needs to be cooled in the end.

Ji Yinghan stopped suddenly, something was stepped into the soil by him, he lifted his foot, and half a dark finger was lying there, reflecting the moonlight and stars in the sky, shining green.He bent down to pick it up, the quality of fine emerald green was warm in the palm of his hand.Feeling around, there seemed to be something engraved on the broken part of one side. When I went back to the house and took a picture under the lamp, it seemed to be a word, but only half of it was left, and it was already unclear.

This half finger seemed to have a small claw, and he scratched it gently in his heart.