As soon as the sky brightens, the window paper reveals gray and white.
Qin Zhao was awakened by the coldness of the wine jug around his waist. The word 'scum' stuck to the skin, as cold as a piece of iron. He opened his eyes, and the tent was still half lifted. The scene of Ji Xue being covered with a green cloth hood last night shook in his mind. He immediately closed his eyes, turned over, and pretended to continue sleeping.
useless
The dark mark on the left wrist is still hot, like a soldering iron sticking to the skin, reminding him step by step - she laughed, he sealed it, ten years.
He suddenly sat up, grabbed the wine jug and took a sip. Strong liquor burns my throat, but I can't suppress the tightness in my heart. He raised his hand and touched his left wrist, one, two, three times, rubbing his fingertips against the dark mark, as if confirming something.
There is movement outside the door.
The footsteps are light, but familiar. Stepping on the loose slate in the yard, it creaked and stopped.
He knows who it is.
He didn't turn back or speak, only placing the wine jug towards the bedside with excessive agility. He put on his boots, shook off the hem of his robe, and the whole set of movements flowed smoothly, as if he had practiced it a thousand times.
The door has opened.
Ji Xue leans against the door frame, still wearing a plain white tunic, but her belt is fastened, her long hair is tied back to her ponytail, the broken star chain hangs over her ear, and the lightning birthmark on her right eye tail flashes in the morning light, just like last night.
She didn't carry the bamboo basket in her hand, nor did she have any peaches.
Just empty handed, smiling at him.
Good morning, Brother Qin, "she said in a clear voice, like freshly opened well water." How did you sleep last night
Qin Zhao's hand on the waistband paused.
He didn't answer, just gave her a cold glance, his gaze so hard that it could shatter a stone.
Don't bother me, "he said in a hoarse voice, as if he hadn't had any water all night." I'm not interested
After speaking, turn around and leave.
The sole of the boot rolled over the threshold with a click, as if stamping the sentence.
Ji Xue didn't move.
When he reached the stone steps in the courtyard, she followed slowly and caught up with him, a few steps behind him, so close that you could smell the residual alcohol smell from the corner of his robe.
She suddenly leaned closer, her nose almost touching his neck, and her breath sprayed hot onto his earlobe.
Brother Qin - "She dragged on the tune with a hint of coquettish weariness," When you sealed my smile... my heart was beating so fast~
Qin Zhao's footsteps paused.
The fingers in the sleeve clenched tightly, and the nails were squeezed into the palm of the hand, causing real pain.
He didn't turn back or stop, he continued walking forward.
Ji Xue chuckled behind him, not very much, but like a fine needle, climbing up his spine.
He quickened his pace, trying to shake her off.
But just as he turned around to step out of the hospital, the corner of his eye swept away——
On her left shoulder, there was a small patch of dark red on the plain white undershirt.
It's not the blood stains that are so glaring, it's the old red color that has been soaked in water and dried, with black edges and irregular shapes hidden in the folds of the fabric. If you don't look closely, you won't be able to detect it at all.
That's an arrow wound.
The arrow she blocked for him the night before last was left behind.
Qin Zhao's pupils suddenly contracted.
My breath paused for a moment.
He immediately averted his gaze, as if he had been scalded, walking faster and almost taking big strides towards the outside.
But that dark red stain pierced his mind like a nail and couldn't be pulled out.
He remembered how fast the arrow came, remembered the force she exerted to knock him away, and remembered the muffled sound of her knee hitting the ground when she landed.
He said, 'Don't block me next time.'.
She said, 'Then you owe me your life.'.
Now she's wearing this outfit to come find him, her shoulder wound is not bandaged, and she hasn't changed clothes. She's just showing off so generously, as if saying, 'Look, I'm hurt for you, but you're still pretending?'?
Put on a fart.
Qin Zhao gritted his teeth and pulled out a gold card from his waist jade card. Without even looking at it, he swung it backwards.
Jinka drew an arc in the air and headed straight for the Ji Xue Face Gate.
He didn't look back, only dropping two words:
Get lost
Jinka flies fast and fiercely, like a blade thrown out.
Kejixue didn't even blink her eyelids.
She raised her hand and gently pinched her two fingers, firmly catching it.
With the card facing up, the talisman flickered slightly, casting a golden glow on her fingertips.
She lowered her head and looked up at Qin Zhao's back, then suddenly smiled.
Come to my yard tonight, "she said lightly, as if inviting someone for supper." Let me teach you how to 'get out'~
Qin Zhao did not respond.
It didn't stop either.
Just with heavier footsteps, every step feels like stepping in mud, unable to pull it out.
He walked out of the yard and stood at the street corner, his face covered with dust in the morning breeze. He raised his hand and touched his left wrist.
The dark lines are still hot.
He stared at the empty street ahead, his mind filled with the dark red on her shoulder.
Why can she still laugh when he clearly shook the card and said 'get out'?
Why did she dare to be certain that he would go?
Isn't he crazy about criticizing? Isn't it the ability of money to walk horizontally and the master of who provokes and kills whom? How can you say such a vague 'get lost' to a woman?
He impatiently tugged at his collar, and the wine jug collided with his belt, making a muffled sound.
Damn it, "he cursed softly, not knowing who to curse at.
Is it cursing her for understanding him too well?
Or should I scold myself for pretending to be the worst in the world despite being heartbroken?
He stood for a moment, but ultimately didn't go far.
Standing under the stone steps outside the courtyard, with his back to the door, his figure stretched straight like a taut bow.
He thought this would make him appear resolute.
No one saw his hand in his sleeve, rubbing the dark lines on his left wrist over and over again, as if confirming whether the golden light ball was still there.
Inside, Ji Xue leaned against the door frame, her fingertips gently caressing the edge of the gold card.
She didn't put away the card, just pinched it and watched Qin Zhao's stiff back, her mouth slightly curled up.
She knew he was waiting.
Wait for her to speak first, wait for her to back down, wait for her to beg him to stay.
But she doesn't.
She stood here, wearing injured clothes, holding the card he threw, laughing like a cat catching a mouse.
A few sparrows flew over the eaves, chirping twice.
She suddenly lifted her hand and stuffed the gold card into her sleeve, then leaned her hands against the door frame, leaned out, and shouted at the back of his head:
Qin Zhao
This is not called 'brother', it's called 'full name'.
Qin Zhao's shoulders trembled imperceptibly.
He didn't turn back.
If you don't come - "she trailed her tune, her tail rising," I'll take that light ball and use it as a marble to hit
Qin Zhao finally moved.
He slowly turned his head, his profile cold and hard, and deep in his pupils, a dark purple color slowly rose up, like ink dripping into clear water.
He stared at her with eyes so fierce that they could kill someone.
Ji Xue is not afraid.
Instead, he tiptoed and lifted his ponytail with one hand, revealing the string of lightning beads behind his ears and gently swaying them.
Did you hear that? "She laughed." Pinball - hit - "
Before the last word could be spoken, Qin Zhao suddenly raised his hand, picked up the wine jug, and smashed it to the ground.
The wine pot was not broken, but the lid of the pot broke open, and the remaining wine spilled all over the ground, flowing down the crevices of the stone and soaking the tips of his boots.
He stared at her and said word by word, "Try it
Ji Xue blinked as if she had heard the funniest joke.
Okay, "she readily agreed, then turned around and slammed the door shut.
At the moment when the door panel closed, she added through the door, "Then I'll wait for you
The room fell silent.
Qin Zhao stood still, staring at the tightly closed door, and stood for half a stick of incense.
He didn't leave.
I didn't knock on the door either.
Just stand there like a statue.
The slanting morning light cast his shadow long and lonely on the bluestone slab.
He raised his hand and slowly stroked the faint golden crack on his left eyebrow bone.
It's a bit itchy there.
Like someone gently scratching with their fingertips.
He suddenly let out a low laugh, laughing self deprecatingly and holding back.
Are you pretending to be trash? "He muttered to himself, his voice so low that only he could hear it." Okay, I'll pretend
Anyway... you can wear it too
He withdrew his hand, took a deep breath, turned around, but didn't leave.
But instead, he moved to the side, leaned against the courtyard wall, hugged his chest with both arms, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.
The passing vendor glanced at it, shook his head and walked away.
Everyone knows that this man - openly rushing people, secretly waiting for the door to open.
Inside the wall, Ji Xue didn't go far.
She stood behind the door, her ears pressed against the door panel, listening to the movements outside.
I heard him smash the wine jug, I heard him sneer, I heard him move against the wall.
She curled her lips and lightly tapped the door panel with her fingertips.
Stupid, "she whispered," who's pretending to show it to when your heart beats so fast
She took two steps back, pulled out the gold card from her sleeve, and held it up in front of her.
The flow of talismans made her eyes shimmer with golden light.
She took a gentle breath and tucked the card into her arms.
Tonight, "she said to the empty room," I'll let you know what it means to roll pretty
Outside the courtyard, Qin Zhao still leaned against the wall with his eyes closed.
The wind blew the corners of his robe, and the wine jug swayed gently.
He didn't move.
But no one saw it. His right hand, placed on the side of his leg, was unconsciously curled up and released, as if recalling the feeling of holding her wrist last night.
He thought he was acting.
The body is more honest than the mouth.
He clearly wanted to escape, but stopped here.
She said to leave, but waited for her to open the door.
He's not a scumbag.
He is a fool who is soft hearted to the bone.
The sun has risen.
There are more people on the street.
He still hasn't left.
Ji Xue didn't come out again.
One person is pretending to be cool outside the wall, while the other is secretly laughing behind the door.
No one will puncture it.
This scene has just begun.
Qin Zhao opened his eyes and stared at the steaming heat rising from the breakfast stall across from him.
He suddenly raised his hand and touched his left wrist.
The dark lines are still hot.
He whispered, 'Ten years... it's really long.'
After the words fell, he didn't move again.
Just leaning against the wall, like waiting for someone who will never be late.