Lou Shuitian looked at his appearance and knew what he was afraid of. But I didn't ask sincerely, and I didn't expect his explanation.
She was willing to save him, she thought, because of their years of friendship.
It has nothing to do with whether he is a Yunxianshan person.
"Young Sect Master..." Jiang Yusheng said for a long time, "I have been... looking for you."
"Is he also in Luzhou?" Lou Shuitian's eyes were sharp.
Jiang Yusheng shook his head.
"I don't want him to know my whereabouts." Lou Shuitian's voice was still cold.
Jiang Yusheng looked at her for a long time and said, "Young Sect Master...it's very difficult..."
But Lou Shuitian didn't wait for him to finish, and raised his hand to touch his forehead, which was indeed very hot.
Otherwise, why would you start talking nonsense?
She turned around, twisted a veil, and covered his forehead.
Jiang Yusheng was interrupted and knew that she didn't want to hear it, so he could only choke on his words.
He was seriously injured and groggy, but he kept trying to keep his eyes open to look at her, as if he was afraid that she would disappear again.
Lou Shuitian dressed up as a boy, his face covered with dust, and it was difficult to see the shadow of his past. But those eyes were still familiar, as cold as ever.
Seeing that Jiang Yusheng kept staring at him, Lou Shuitian smiled again, but the smile was clearly on the surface and did not reach the bottom of his eyes: "I have been living in exile in the past few years, and I have been living in hiding."
The meaning was clear, Jiang Yusheng lowered his eyes in disappointment.
Later he became unconscious again. Unconscious, he allowed God to arrange things. He began to have a painful expression, frowned, and whispered something.
Lou Shuitian watched from a distance and did not get closer to listen. After changing his veil several times, the high fever gradually subsided.
After practicing martial arts for many years, I still have some foundation.
When it got dark, Lou Shuitian left a few coins on his pillow and left.
Lou Shuitian did not go back to the inn to look for Jiang Yusheng. She did not ask whether he had recovered from his injury or whether he had left.
Of course she never told Uncle Chen. From the beginning to the end, Uncle Chen only knew that she was a wanderer with nowhere to go, and knew nothing about her past with blood on her hands.
The days are still going on so step by step.
It's just that the number of times I dreamed about the boy in my memory increased unknowingly.
In the dream, he was as gentle as ever, and said gently: "I came with sins. The master gave me the word Jingtan to hedge against it, and also warned me to be restrained and tolerant when encountering difficulties." His beautiful eyelashes closed slightly downwards. He stood up, blocking the light in his eyes, looking extremely humble and pious.
"What is sin?" Little Lou Shuitian was very confused.
The corners of his mouth curved beautifully and he said, "Sins are bad things."
"Are children also guilty?"
"have."
"But you are very good." In Lou Shuitian's mind, he was once the gentlest boy in the world. He was as humble as dust and as kind as spring water.
Every time she went to the meditation hall where he burned incense and read scriptures with scars all over her body, he would always show a slightly surprised expression and touch her gently with his fingers that seemed to be able to heal everything, never feeling dirty.
At that time, Lou Shuitian only knew his name was Jiang Jingtan.
Jiang Jingtan looked at her tenderly, getting closer and closer until it turned into darkness and an abyss.
Lou Shuitian woke up with a start, like a drowning person, and sat on the couch to recover for a long time.
Her black hair was flowing like water, her face was snow-white, and her brows were clear, like the morning dew at dawn, shrouded in a clear halo.
She looked out the window. It was still dark and it was rare that there was no rain. There were a few stars hanging in the sky.
The light in Lou Shuitian's eyes grew colder inch by inch.
