Lights on the other side

In a vast expanse of heavy snow, walking a woman with a sword and a boy of thirteen or fourteen.

"Sheng Wuxia, are you wearing unlined clothes?"

"Ah."

"Why are you so disobedient?"

"Senior sister also dresses like this."

"You two are both disobedient and don't know how to be hot or cold. Let me tell you, if you get sick from cold, let her take care of you."

Just as Wan Liushuang was saying this, Xiao Sheng Wuxia suddenly stopped talking.

"what happened?"

"Mom, look there."

"Look at what?"

"There, there is someone."

"people?"

Wan Liushuang looked in the direction Sheng Wuxia pointed, and there was indeed a person curled up in the corner.

The two of them walked over quickly, only then did they see clearly that it was a young man in a thin layer of single clothes, with scars all over his body.

"Hey, wake up, don't sleep here."

Wan Liushuang leaned over and gently pushed the boy's shoulder.

The boy opened his eyes and gave them a very cold look.

"Why are you here alone?"

The boy didn't speak.

Wan Liushuang was helpless, seeing the boy's faint breath, she hugged him horizontally.

The boy did not resist, and there was no emotion in his pair of dark eyes.

The three came to a small town, and Wan Liushuang found a family to stay overnight.

"He's injured, I'll go outside to get some medicine, Sheng Wuxia, take good care of him, understand?"

"know."

After Wan Liushuang finished speaking, she went out, leaving only the two of them in the room.

Sheng Wuxia glanced at the young man lying on the bed, thought for a while, and asked, "What's your name?"

"..."

"Are you cold? There is another quilt here, do you want it?"

"..."

"This snack is very sweet, with red beans in it, do you want to try it?"

"..."

Seeing that the boy ignored him, Sheng Wuxia resentfully put down the pastry in his hand.He was a little bored by himself, so he wandered around the room for a while, as if realizing something, he went outside to fetch a basin of warm water and took another towel.

"Come on, let me clean it for you."

Sheng Wuxia soaked the towel in warm water, then wrung it dry, and gently wiped the boy's face.

"Hiss..." The boy gasped as he rubbed against the wound.

Sheng Wuxia stopped immediately, a little nervous, and said, "Does it hurt? Sorry, I will pay attention."

The boy's eyelashes moved slightly, but he didn't say a word.

After washing his face, Sheng Wuxia reached out to pull the boy's skirt, wanting to clean his body as well, but unexpectedly, the boy grabbed his wrist.

The boy was very thin, with little strength, and his fingers were icy cold.Sheng Wuxia didn't dare to act rashly.

"I will do it myself."

This was the first sentence he said, and his voice was a little unsteady.

"Okay, so your injury doesn't matter?"

"It doesn't matter."

The boy got up and took the towel from Sheng Wuxia's hand.

"I'll go outside and find you some clothes."

Sheng Wuxia saw that the young man was still unwilling to do anything, and felt that he was hindering him, so he turned and walked out.He borrowed a suit of clothes from the male owner of the house, unfolded them, and found that they were too big, so he couldn't help feeling a little bit difficult, but that was all he could do.

When he returned to the room, the boy had already washed his body and lay down again.

"Clothes." Sheng Wuxia handed the things in his hands to the boy.

"You put it on first, I poured some water out." He turned around and picked up the basin, walked outside the house, and poured the water out.

The young man in the room had already put on his clothes, his thin body couldn't support the big clothes at all.Sheng Wuxia had no choice but to roll up his sleeves and trouser legs for him.

There were red marks one after another on the boy's white arm, and there were scratches on his calf. Sheng Wuxia couldn't bear to look any further, but when he looked up, he found that the boy was looking at him motionless.

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Wan Liushuang walked in with a pack of medicine.

"Really, doesn't Xuetian open the door? Does Xuetian have no patients? I have no sense of responsibility, and I have to go to a neighboring town."

She asked Sheng Wuxia who was beside her, "Wuxia, can you cook medicine?"

"will not."

"That's right, go learn."

Sheng Wuxia worked hard to build a fire and put the pot on.He was choked by the smoke, coughing all the time, finally made a small bowl of medicine, and quickly took it.

Wan Liushuang was also in the room, she asked, "Do you have a name?"

The boy shook his head, and then said, "My father's surname is Qu."

Wan Liushuang thought for a while, and said, "How can I do without a name? It's snowing so much today, why don't you call me Xuese, it just has a commemorative meaning."

She patted Sheng Wuxia again, and said, "His name is Wuxia, and I also chose the name. The combination of your two names is Xuese Wuxia."

After hearing this, the young man was stunned for a while before nodding his head.

The snow outside the window is boundless.

Qu Xuese was seriously injured and had been ill all the time, so Sheng Wuxia had to decoct medicine for him every day.Once, he secretly tasted a sip of the medicine he decocted, and spit it out as soon as it reached his mouth.

"so bitter."

He asked Qu Xuese: "Don't you feel bitter?"

The boy said truthfully, "I think so."

"Then how can you drink it?"

"Because you fried it."

"What?" Sheng Wuxia didn't hear clearly for a while.

"It's nothing."

Since the kitchen was really not well ventilated, Sheng Wuxia borrowed another fan from the host's house and stared at the fire in a daze while fanning.

Wan Liushuang unexpectedly appeared from behind him.

"Good son."

"Mother." Sheng Wuxia came back to her senses.

Wan Liushuang pulled a small bench, sat down beside him, and said with a smile, "Do you mind having one more senior brother?"

"You mean Snow Color?"

"Well, I observed that child in the past few days. His bones are very good, and his growth is not bad. It is really a treasure."

"I have no opinion."

"That's good, there will be someone to play with you in the future."

At night, because the host's room was limited, Sheng Wuxia and Qu Xuese could only live in the same room. Wan Liushuang simply made a bed for him on the floor, but the floor was cold and hard, and Sheng Wuxia tossed and turned. can't sleep.

"Flawless."

"Huh?" Sheng Wuxia noticed that Qu Xuese woke up at some point.

"Come up and sleep." Qu Xuese said as she pushed back the quilt.

Sheng Wuxia hesitated for a moment, feeling the coldness beneath him, said "Okay", and climbed onto the bed and got under the quilt.

Qu Xuese moved in, leaving enough space for Sheng Wuxia to lie down.He covered Sheng Wuxia with the quilt and lay down himself.Sheng Wuxia was really sleepy and fell asleep after a while.

The two of them stayed like this until dawn.

"The host's cooking here is really delicious. I have to learn it when I have time."

"Mom, you better not want it."

"What? I don't learn from you?"

Sheng Wuxia immediately lowered his head to eat quietly.

They had been here for about ten days, and they didn't leave because they were worried that Qu Xuese's health would not be able to withstand the torment.

During the meal, Wan Liushuang received a biography of spiritual texts, she immediately became serious, got up to go out, and when she came back, her face was very bad, she said: "Wuxia, we have to go back immediately."

Sheng Wuxia glanced at Qu Xuese and said, "Then Xuese?"

"Xuese will stay here for a few days first, and we will come back after the matter is settled."

Qu Xuese ate the rice silently, without speaking.

On the day we left, the sky had cleared up.

"Xue Se, don't send it away, it's too cold here, you go back quickly, we will be back soon."

Qu Xuese nodded.

Sheng Wuxia laughed and waved at him: "Wait for me."

"it is good."

Sheng Wuxia's head hurt more and more, and those memories surged without any scruples.

You obviously promised that he would come back, why can't you remember later?Just leave him there alone?

The white gauze was covered with blood, and he couldn't see Jiang Qing's face clearly at the back.He suddenly remembered that he had seen this face before, not now, but when he was 13 years old.

It was he who killed his mother.

At that time, Jiang Qing was still a teenager, not a few years older than him, but she struck fiercely and decisively, and half of her clothes were stained red by the sprayed blood.

Sheng Wuxia rushed up, but was kicked back by the boy.

"Forget it, I won't kill you."

The young man came over.

"You're still young, so it should be easy to control."

The young man leaned down and lightly touched his forehead with his fingers. Suddenly, a burning sensation spread to Sheng Wuxia's brain.

He passed out at that time, and when he woke up, all the memories of the past ten days were gone. He forgot about Qu Xuese and his mother's death.

And the person in front of him is that young man back then, he is Jiang Qing, Jiang Bitter Wine, the source of everything.

Sheng Wuxia smiled, and tears rolled down his eyes unconsciously.He bowed his head, and said to the person who didn't know if he was still conscious: "15 years, Qu Xuese, I'm sorry."