Snowflakes are flying and the ground is covered with cashmere. The howl of the shuofeng is endless and shrill in my ears.
I had a cold dream for a long time.
In the dream, it was about separation between life and death, but when I woke up, I was looking forward to it.
Sobbing, my face felt wet, itchy, and cold.
When I opened my eyes in sleepless nights, my mind was filled with Du Sheng's poem, "The quilt has been as cold as iron for many years."
He climbed up shivering, wiping the tears from his eyes after crying. His vision gradually changed from hazy to clear, then blurry from time to time, and finally he was able to see clearly.
Some blood-stained coarse cloth fell on the ground, hard and dry.
In winter, we don't like flowing liquids, trying to make everything quiet. Ye Wumian picked up a piece of cloth and smelled it. The inert smell still told him that it was his own blood.
I touched my back with my backhand and found gauze wrapped several times and tied to my chest; there were also traces of treatment on my left leg. It seemed that someone had bandaged the wound for him.
He was stunned for a moment, then realized it later and asked: "I, I am still alive, someone saved me?"
Live, rescue...
Sluggish thinking finally produced the last picture before unconsciousness.
From Chu Changgong's desolate and compassionate move of "worry before the world's worries", it triggered the vision of the world, turned into a thick sword energy, and was unstoppable to crush him, to Yue Buqi, who was like a lone bird in the sky, flying closer. He rescued him. Scenes...
He seemed to have returned to his childhood, watching the social drama of his hometown clan under the stage in his hometown in Henan.
The difference is that when I was a child, I was looking at the behaviors of others in the world, but now, I am looking at my own life.
"If there is no accident, it should be Yue Buqi who saved me."
He repeatedly picked up the fragments of memory and finally came to a conclusion.
"I just don't know why he wanted to save me!"
It is difficult to know other people's hearts and unpredictable.
But in such a desperate situation, under a certain death situation, he was actually rescued and survived in the end. No matter what the other party's motives were, it was joyful for the time being.
After looking around, the room was simply furnished, with the roughest tables, chairs, and benches, and no teapots or cups.
He was now thirsty and wanted to get some water to quench his thirst, but he couldn't find it.
At first glance, I saw a person lying at the door of the house. He looked strange and was dressed in simple clothes, which could not protect him from the cold.
At a glance, there was a trace of blood on the neck, and the flesh seemed to be turned outwards.
Ye Wumian frowned, moved closer, squatted down and examined it carefully, only to see that the wound on the neck was very hideous. The throat and blood vessels were cut, and the blood that flowed out was frozen and turned into a black lump.
I lay straight at the door, with the wind and snow blowing outside, and my eyebrows turned white.
The body has long been stiff. This is a corpse that cannot be dead anymore. I am afraid it has been dead for several days.
Ye Wumian was surprised and said to himself: "Who threw such a corpse in my room?"
A voice suddenly said: "You are wrong, this is not your room, you occupied the room where this body was."
Ye Wumian started up with an "ah" sound, stood up quickly, and took two steps back.
After seeing clearly who was coming, he said slightly nervously: "Yue, Yue is not bully!"
The person who came was none other than Yue Buqi. He might have deliberately restrained himself. Today, he didn't have the slightest sense of coercion from the Qinsui realm.
But I saw him wearing a black suit, exposing the bronze skin on his chest. The thin clothing obviously does not intend to give the most basic respect to winter.
The most conspicuous thing about the broad black iron blade carried on the back is the handle. The handle is wrapped with non-slip burlap. The hemp cloth is stained with new and old bloodstains, and is even a little white.
Yue Buqi's eyes were firm and cold. When he looked at Ye Wumian, he was no different from looking at the corpse on the ground. But deep in the eyes, there is still a stubborn light burning, which will not go out all night long.
Only through sleepless nights could one see the light in his eyes.
Yue Buqi's face has resolute lines and a kind of handsomeness that makes people secretly fond of him.
Ye Wumian was a little afraid of him, but also felt a bit of sympathy for him. After taking two steps back, he stabilized his body and no longer feared.
Yue Buqi looked at the corpse on the ground and said indifferently: "Zhao Liu claims to be a distant relative of Prince Ji's Mansion. He can't climb the high branches of Prince Ji's Mansion, but he is still a ruffian in this place with a radius of about ten miles. He has done many evil things for three days. Before, I killed him and placed you here."
"Then...don't you take care of his body?" Ye Wumian asked tentatively.
Yue Buqi looked at him: "I kill people and never dispose of corpses."
I had a sleepless night and felt a little nauseous for a while.
Three days, three days after Zhao Liu died, he and his corpse lived together in the same room for three days.
"vomit……"
Maybe he woke up from a long coma, or maybe he was still injured, but now that he was awake, his keen sense of smell had returned.
All kinds of psychological and physical discomforts broke out at the same time. He bent down and retched, spitting out a few drops of stomach acid and pulling at the yellow thread.
Until I was trembling from vomiting and couldn't spit out anything anymore. My mouth was filled with a sour and sour taste, and my nose was soaked with mucus mixed with it.
"laugh……"
He blew his nose, and without caring much, picked up a piece of burlap stained with blood, wiped it randomly, raised his hand, and begged: "Let me carry this body out first, and then we can talk."
Yue Buqi asked coldly: "Are you planning to stay in this room forever?"
Ye Wumian was stunned for a moment, not knowing what he meant by asking like this, and hurriedly said: "I am not prepared for this. I just want to leave as soon as possible. How can I talk about staying for a long time?"
The awakening light flashed, and then he patted his forehead, clasped his fists and said, "In that case, can you move to a place where the smell of corpses is not lingering? I have many questions for you."
Yue Buqi turned his body to one side and walked out without saying a word, followed closely by Ye Wumian.
As soon as I went out, the whistling cold wind blew in my face, turning the snot stuck on both sides of my body to ice. Ye Wumian couldn't open his eyes, so he quickly used up his internal strength to feel better.
I once heard that in a bitterly cold place outside the customs, when you pee in the winter night, it can instantly turn into ice. You can't sleep at night without a chance to see it. This matter of nose turning into ice is something that I often experience whether I am in Hunan or Henan.
He was still wearing the maid's clothes, which were tattered and baggy. There was a gauze bandage on his chest and back, which had obviously been taken off. The clothes are not thick and cannot keep me warm in this winter.
Ye Wumian thought to himself, "If Yue Bu had taken off my clothes, I'm afraid he would have discovered that I was a boy." He was a little embarrassed when someone discovered that he was dressing up as a woman.
Looking up, snowflakes are flying in pieces, and the earth is covered with plain clothes. It is hard to tell where is the field and where is the road. Only the hills and barren mountains are still guarding the faint green spots in the vast white atmosphere.
Ye Wumian looked carefully, this should be a mountain village. Covered with heavy snow, there are few shoe prints, showing that it is inaccessible and shows a desolate and dilapidated scene.
There are two thatched houses in the distance. The sloping roofs are covered with layers of snow, which are a little crumbling under the weight. They may be in danger of collapse over time. They are only supported by short yellow earth walls.
"Creak..."
The two of them arrived on the snow, stepping on the soft new snow. The sound of their shoes rubbing against the snow was clearly pleasant to their ears.
Looking back, I saw a series of shoe prints left in succession, which were very conspicuous in the snow. But this is from a close distance; the footprints from further away have been covered by the falling snowflakes.
Just like the journey in the world, those long-lasting things will be faded and blurred sooner or later...
