Between the paper windows, the sunlight shone in with a layer of golden light. Sheng Xuanyuan took Qiong Yi out of bed and placed her at the table to comb her hair.
Her curly hair reached her waist, was fluffy and felt good to the touch. He slowly combed it down for her, and then put her hair in a half bun and half braid. Qiong Yi sat quietly, like a doll that he played with.
In the past, the braids she braided were always loose and loose, but the braids he made for her were thinner and neater. He said: "Qiong Yi, comb your hair."
"Let's go out and bask in the sun. If we walk slower, we won't hurt the wound." Sheng Xuanyuan took her hand and pulled her up: "Come on."
Qiong also stood up. He picked up a light green shirt and put it on her, then opened the door and took her out.
After a "squeak" sound, the wooden door opened, and the two of them were bathed in the sunlight.
It's a nice day today.
Qiong Yi walked very slowly, and he guided each step.
In the wounded camp outside the hut, some people saw them coming out and cast their eyes on them. This was the first time that Yang Xiaosi, who had just recovered from a serious injury, saw the fifth senior sister after waking up. She heard about Qiong Yi's symptoms. When she saw it with her own eyes, she still covered her mouth in disbelief to prevent herself from making a sound for fear of further stimulation. When she reached Sheng Xuanyuan, her tears couldn't stop falling: "Senior sister..."
Lu Li supported her and let her lean on his shoulder, but her sobs were louder than Yang Xiaosi's. He finally understood what Mo Yungu meant by "never waking up again".
It is a "death" that is more cruel than sleeping.
Sheng Xuanyuan took Qiong Yi away from the place where he was recovering from his injuries and walked towards the village behind. He asked her, "Qiong Yi, are you hungry?"
He continued: "Well, I know, you don't like eating grains, and there are some taboos for healing your wounds, but we won't eat plain porridge. You don't like it, I remember that."
The sun shone on the path between the villages and on her bright green skirt. Some passers-by looked at them sideways, but Sheng Xuanyuan only had Qiong Yi in his eyes.
When he came to the stall, he ordered two bowls of rice porridge. One bowl was sweet and had a lot of chopped peanuts in it. He scooped up the sweet porridge, cooled it slightly, and then handed it to her mouth. Qiong Yi didn't open her mouth, but just looked at him blankly. Sheng Xuanyuan's hand paused for a long time before taking it back, and scooped up another spoonful of warm porridge. I fed him something hot, but she still didn't respond.
Sheng Xuanyuan lowered his eyebrows, chuckled, and put the spoon back into the porridge bowl. He took out a handkerchief and wiped her mouth: "It's okay. If you don't like it, don't eat it. If you meet a candy seller later, I'll buy it for you." , you can eat whatever you want, just tell me."
"Just tell me..."
After settling the bill, he led her slowly through the village.
The war has been going on for a long time, and there should have been rogue bandits everywhere, and the world was in chaos, but the five tribes clung to the front line, and the villages and towns in the rear were actually living in peace. The village is not busy with traffic, but there are a lot of people walking around. There are small stalls and a market. When Sheng Xuanyuan passed by the stall, he heard the vendor selling his goods diligently and said, "Buy a silk flower for your little lady."
The silk flowers were so exquisite that Sheng Xuanyuan didn't know which one Qiong Yi had chosen. Her eyes were empty and there was nothing there, so he asked the vendor, "Are there any pomegranate flowers?"
The hawker scratched his head: "No, if you want pomegranate flowers, I will go back tonight and learn how to make them. You can come tomorrow and you will have them."
Sheng Xuanyuan said yes, and casually bought a magnolia hairpin and put it in her braid. Qiong also looked ahead, turning a blind eye to what he was doing. Seeing that her behavior was different from ordinary people, the vendor asked kindly: "Uh, sir. , are you a member of the clan who is recuperating from an injury at the other end of the village? This lady, what’s wrong with her? "
"She is asleep for now and will wake up." Sheng Xuanyuan pulled her and walked forward.
"Aniang, the flowers this sister is wearing are so beautiful." A passing girl pointed at the silk flowers on Qiong Yi's head and said.
Seeing that Qiong Yi looked wrong, the woman took two steps back with the child in her arms, and asked Sheng Xuanyuan: "You, you are not the kidnapper, are you? What happened to this girl?"
"No. This is me..." Sheng Xuanyuan was suddenly startled, and after slightly pursed his lips, he replied: "This is my wife, she is sick and is recuperating."
Seeing the little girl staring directly at the silk flower in Qiong Yi's hair, Sheng Xuanyuan took it off and handed it to her. The little girl shook her head: "My sister is gone, I will be sad."
Sheng Xuanyuan glanced at Qiong Yi and said, "If she were awake, she would give it to you too."
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From then on, as long as the weather was fine, Sheng Xuanyuan would take Qiong Yi around the village, point to the sky for her, feed her water, hold her hand and stroke the Xinge Sword over and over again, even if Qiong Yi never No response was given to him.
The monks in the healing camp couldn't bear it and could only sigh secretly: Lu Xiyan was poisoned by the soldiers, and Sheng Xuanyuan also went crazy because of her.
Sheng Xuanyuan didn't think Qiong Yi really knew anything about the outside world. He took the doctor to see her several times, saying that her eyes were clearing day by day and the expression she showed from time to time. The doctors shook their heads and dared not speak. As long as Qiong Yi didn't speak again and regain consciousness, she would be considered numb no matter what.
Yang Xiaosi and Lu Li would cry and swell their eyes every time they came to see Qiong Yi. Sheng Xuanyuan was very tired of people crying around her and would tell them to go back early and go to the front line after their injuries were healed, so as not to disturb people here.
Su Ye and Yan Tingshen, whom he wanted to hide most, finally saw Qiong Yi's symptoms. Su Ye grabbed Sheng Xuanyuan by the collar and pushed him against the wall, but no matter how angry he was, there was nothing he could do. No matter how they called, they couldn't wake her up. There were many people offering condolences, but only Sheng Xuanyuan stayed with Qiong Yi.
Maybe it really has to be like this for the rest of its life.
Sheng Xuanyuan closed his eyes tightly, the corners of his eyes were red, and the hand holding her knuckles was trembling. Qiong Yi blinked and gently held him back.
He was so wrapped up in his grief that he didn't notice it.
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Being with her every day, Qiong gradually started to move more. When she was resting in the same bed, she would lean towards Sheng Xuanyuan almost instinctively; when she went out, the hand held by him would also feel a bit like a back grip; when Sheng Xuanyuan was feeling sad, she would gently put her hand on his on the shoulders.
These movements were very subtle, but he could see them in his eyes and never feel despair in his heart.
He still talks to her for a long time every day. Qiong Yi's eyes are still empty, but his shadow gradually appears.
She seemed to be used to this man shaking her up early in the morning, washing herself, and changing her dressing; she was used to him kissing her on the back of her hands and forehead; she was used to him holding her hands and mumbling to himself; she was also used to being held in his arms as she fell asleep.
He was everything she perceived about the outside world.
Today, after Sheng Xuanyuan applied medicine to her wound, Qiong Yi sat quietly on the bed, as if waiting for him to take her out to look at the sky.
Sheng Xuanyuan turned his back to her and was writing a letter at the table. These days, three of the ten factions in Jianghu have surrendered. Although they are the last faction, they have new help. He is writing a letter to Su Ye to discuss whether to continue to pursue Xirong.
These things were not enough to worry him. The most terrible thing was that Zhu Yunluo heard the news from somewhere and knew that Qiong had become an unconscious stupor. He desperately wanted to see her, but was detained by Lu.
Sheng Xuanyuan pinched the center of his eyebrows, feeling extremely heavy. He turned back and glanced at Qiong Yi: Zhu Yunluo and she are each other's most important people in the world. If Sister Zhu knew that Qiong Yi had become like this and was unaware of it, she would have consequences. How uncomfortable.
Qiong Yi met Sheng Xuanyuan's gaze and tilted her head.
But Sheng Xuanyuan didn't come to hold her hand as usual, let alone take her out.
The sunshine outside the window is very good and bright. It is already after the summer solstice. In the villages in the mountains of Western Xinjiang, the temperature is not too hot and is just right for comfort. Qiong also stared at the fine dust flying in the sun, like golden pebbles. She liked going out. Although she didn't know what she liked, the person writing beside the desk always knew it.
The sun shifted outside the house, and the shadow at her feet slowly shortened and moved to the right. Qiong Yi was still looking at the window in a daze.
Until the shadow of the sun disappeared from the room, and she could no longer see the shiny particles or the dazzling golden window lattice, she quietly lowered her head.
She didn't know what sadness and sorrow were, so she silently walked out of bed, walked to Sheng Xuanyuan, stretched out her arms and hugged him, because when he showed such an expression, he would do this to her.
It was not like Qiong had never run around before. Sheng Xuanyuan just rubbed her head: "Huh? What's wrong?"
The response to him was the expected silence.
Sheng Xuanyuan put her in his arms and continued writing while holding her. Qiong Yi couldn't speak and wouldn't disturb his thoughts. He was used to it.
Qiong Yi pinched her braids and sat up after seeing him write the last word on the letter. Only then did Sheng Xuanyuan realize that she had moved a lot today. He explored the wound on her waist and found that the scab was almost healed. He didn't want her to have scars, so he still needed to apply sore medicine and kissed her cheek gently: "Qiong Yi, come here, I'll give you some more medicine."
Qiong Yi looked at his dark eyes, raised her head, stretched her neck, and kissed his face.
Sheng Xuanyuan smiled slightly, but his brows turned down: When she was in good condition, she would learn her own movements and give back to herself, acting like a child.
"Qiong Yi, you..." He was mute, unable to read any emotion from her eyes. He was choked with sobs and couldn't say: "When...will you remember me..."
Qiong Yi just looked at him.
"It's okay." Sheng Xuanyuan wiped the corners of her eyes hastily and stroked her long hair: "It's okay..." I don't know if he was comforting her or himself.
Qiong was also led to the counter, where he took off his shirt, applied medicine, and then put on his clothes. Sheng Xuanyuan led her back to sit on the bed, and was about to go out to deliver a message to Su Ye.
Qiong was also stunned.
She watched blankly as he walked out alone and locked the door without taking him with him.
She didn't understand, not at all.
She ran to the door in a few steps, but she didn't know how to open it, and the door was already locked. She was scratching at it with her nails, and she was helpless. She knocked on the door a few more times, but with little force. Sheng Xuanyuan, who had already walked away, did not hear her. Qiong Yi was very anxious, bit her lip, and opened her mouth to make a hoarse "ah" sound. She wanted to call him, but she opened her mouth. Only later did I realize that I had no idea what his name was, nor could I remember what he was called or who he was.
"Woo!" Qiong Yi was lying on the door, beating hard on the dilapidated wooden door, a low and hoarse cry flowed from his throat, which was not pleasant at all. He was beating and crying at the same time.
Sheng Xuanyuan, who was walking dozens of meters away, heard the noise and was startled. He quickly turned around and opened the door for her. Qiong Yi was knocking desperately inside, but was pushed down by the inward-opening wooden door and fell to the ground with a "plop". Her eyes were filled with tears, no longer empty, but truly reflecting herself.
Sheng Xuanyuan's breathing stopped. The moment he stretched out his hand, Qiong Yi moved forward to meet him and threw herself into his arms.
"Ugh..." Her shoulders twitched and she pulled him tightly. The voice in her mouth was very confusing, as if she wanted to call him over and over again, asking him to find out who he was and who she was. But the more she wanted to know, the deeper she wanted to know, the more she wanted to know. The hole is bigger.
Sheng Xuanyuan seemed to understand and held her shoulders: "I am Sheng Jin, Qiong Yi, I am Sheng Jin!..."
Qiong Yi opened her mouth and tried to call him, but the words were blurred: "...Jing..."
When he heard her say the words clearly, he felt excited and the corners of his eyes turned red: "It's 'Sheng Jing', Qiong Yi, it's me..."
Qiong also looked into his eyes: "...Sheng...Jing..."
"Yes, it's me... Qiong Yi, you finally remembered me..." Sheng Xuanyuan cried with joy, hugging her tightly and hearing her call again and again: "Sheng Jing, Sheng Jing..."
