Lights on the other side

When Sheng Wuxia opened his eyes, his mind went blank and he didn't remember anything.

When he got up, his body was in pain, and his body was covered with a thin layer of quilt. It was already dawn, and the white sunlight came in from the half-open window, and he felt a little uncomfortable for a while.

He seemed to wake up, but he didn't know where he was.

He looked at everything around him a little blankly.

Tables, chairs, cups, bowls.

A man came in and examined the wound on his body.

"who are you?"

"Ginger love."

The man removed the gauze from his body, and it was stained with blood.

"Who is Jiang Qing?"

The man stopped what he was doing, didn't speak, but looked up at him instead.

The corners of Jiang Qing's eyes were crimson, and she looked very pretty. When she raised her eyes, she raised them slightly, and when she lowered her eyes, she had another style.

"Why am I here?"

"You are hurt."

His head hurt a little, his memory seemed to be emptied, and he could only see this person.

"Then who am I?"

"Sheng Wuxia, your name is Sheng Wuxia."

"Which words?"

"Prosperous and prosperous, white and flawless."

Sheng Wuxia held his forehead, showing a painful expression.

"Don't think about it any more."

Jiang Qing took his hand and put her own on his forehead, Sheng Wuxia suddenly felt better.

After putting on a new gauze, Jiang Qing went out.

Sheng Wuxia was the only one left in the room.

He got out of bed, his leg didn't seem to be hurt badly, and he was able to walk around.

Pushing open the door, Jiang Qing was in the yard. He was wearing white clothes, with loose hair, leaning against a tree, looking into the distance, and only moved when he realized that Sheng Wuxia had come out.

"What are you thinking?" Sheng Wuxia went up and asked.

"It's nothing."

Jiang Qing turned around, looked at him, and said, "Feel better?"

"Yes, thanks to your care."

Jiang Qing smiled slightly.

"In that case, go out for a walk, you have been lying in the house for two days."

Here is a small village with beautiful mountains and rivers, with white apricot flowers blooming everywhere, gurgling streams, and a few small silver fishes swimming through it

"I'm a little thirsty."

Sheng Wuxia came to the stream and wanted to drink some water with his hands.

"Your hands must not touch the water."

Jiang Qing stopped his hand, Sheng Wuxia's hand had several cuts horizontally, and it was still wrapped in gauze.Jiang Qing thought for a while, then picked up the water with her hand, and brought it to Sheng Wuxia's mouth.

Sheng Wuxia was a little nervous for no reason, held Jiang Qing's hand, lowered his head, and took a few sips.Water flowed out from the crevices of Jiang Qing's fingers, and despite being careful enough, Sheng Wuxia's lips still accidentally touched his fingertips.

After the two went to the town, there were more people in the town.

Sheng Wuxia had a sense of novelty about this place, and the people who came and went seemed like they hadn't seen each other for a long time.

"what is that?"

He pointed to something hanging on a stand next to him.

Jiang Qing glanced at it, and said lightly: "Jianli."

"What?"

"Fishing things."

The two were walking on the street. This is not a prosperous town, but a little deserted.

"This is Huangdi Town."

Jiang Qing actually didn't like talking very much, but seeing that Sheng Wuxia was puzzled, it was rare for him to introduce a few words.

They ate a bowl of plain noodles at a small noodle shop nearby, bought a few books and bundles of rice paper, and went back.

"If you still want to come, you can come tomorrow, or you can go to other places. Zhaocheng is not far away."

Jiang Qing spoke concisely, and Sheng Wuxia nodded.

When returning, Jiang Qing gave the paper and books to Sheng Wuxia.

"It's okay to copy it."

"how?"

"Calm your mind and calm your mind."

Sheng Wuxia put it away as she said.

At night, all sounds are silent.

He was naked and lying on the bed.He knew he was hurt, but he didn't know why.And who is Jiang Qing, I don't know if he has other relatives and friends.He plans to ask about these tomorrow.

After lying down for an unknown amount of time, Sheng Wuxia finally felt sleepy.

Between half-dream and half-awake, many things sneaked in unconsciously.A woman was humming and coaxing a child in her arms, while he watched quietly from the side, like an indifferent outsider.

A sword pierced the woman's body, blood splashed out, the woman fell down without a sound, and the child fell to the ground with blood all over his face.

Even so, he still couldn't see the person holding the sword clearly behind him.

Immediately afterwards, the man came up to him and pierced his throat with a sword.He couldn't make a sound. In the darkness, something seemed to bind him tightly, and he couldn't move his hands and feet.

Under the severe pain, he bit his lips tightly, and a bloody smell poured into his mouth.

A pair of cold hands caressed his forehead.

"Let go."

Sheng Wuxia's consciousness suddenly came back, and his nerves were not so tense.Opening his eyes, he saw Jiang Qing sitting beside the bed, and he said, "Don't be nervous."

"Ginger love."

Sheng Wuxia sat up and touched his lips with his hand. He had already bitten his lips, bleeding out, and he wiped them quickly.

"Have a nightmare?"

"Ah."

"How was it?"

Jiang Qing asked a little casually.

Sheng Wuxia was also a little absent-minded, he said: "I just think that woman shouldn't die..."

Jiang Qing smiled, her eyes were deep: "What woman?"

Sheng Wuxia shook his head, grabbed the quilt tightly, and said, "I can't remember."

But she was still calling his name when she was humming nursery rhymes.

Flawless, little flawless.Unattainable tenderness.

Jiang Qing kept smiling, replaced that tenderness in a trance, and said, "No matter what, it's all fake."

After a brief moment of hesitation, Sheng Wuxia lay down again.Jiang Qing stretched out her hand to tuck the corner of the quilt for him, and said, "Keep sleeping, I'm next door."

"it is good."

Hearing this, Sheng Wuxia smiled slightly.

The night passed like that.

He asked Jiang Qing, he had no living relatives, nor any good friends.

"Then you and I..."

Sheng Wuxia's fingers moved back and forth between him and Jiang Qing.

"us?"

Jiang Qing looked at him and said slowly: "We have known each other for many years."

Then, he withdrew his gaze, was silent for a while, and said again: "Don't think about it."

When he lowered his eyes, he withdrew all his emotions, like an ancient well without waves.

Jiang Qing stayed here for a few days, every day was very leisurely, and Sheng Wuxia's wound was also healing.

"It will be fine in a few days."

Jiang Qing lowered her head and bit the gauze with her teeth.

Sheng Wuxia stood up and moved his shoulders slightly, so that it would not hinder the movement too much.

Jiang Qing walked to the window, opened it, and the cool wind blew in leisurely, bringing a few wisps of apricot blossom fragrance.

"I'm leaving for a few days."

Sheng Wuxia raised her head and looked at Jiang Qing in front of the window. Outside was the green mountains and white waters, she was absent-minded for a moment.

"Where?"

"Take care of something." Jiang Qing answered irrelevantly.

He turned his head and said, "You wait for me here."

"Yeah." Sheng Wuxia nodded.

Jiang Qing's expression relaxed a little, he looked down at the apricot blossom in the palm of his hand, and said softly: "When I come back, everything will probably be over."