Gu Weikong's cold eyes swept towards the woman, but he saw that her forehead was oozing blood, and her blood-stained hands were trembling, but she still stubbornly refused to let go. The worry and nervousness in those eyes were too strong, and they looked straight into his heart, making him instantly stunned.

"Childe, you're injured and need to see a doctor—" The woman in pink said in a trembling voice. The big peach blossom's eyes were full of worry and persistence. A face that looked a little pale because of fright and pain became more and more pitiful.

Gu Weikong looked at the woman in front of him, and finally reached out to break her tightly knit fingers one by one, and said softly: "Thank you for the kindness of the girl, but there are extremely important people in this water, and you have to go down." ”

The blood-stained pale fingers were torn apart, and in the exclamation of the woman in pink, Gu Weikong's body suddenly jumped into the cold and biting lake, splashing a ripple, which was engraved straight into the heart of the woman in pink.

Suddenly, the little guy who was driving the car came in a hurry, and when he saw the woman in pink, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped forward and said worriedly: "Seventeen princess, seventeen princess, how are you!" ”

The woman in pink looked straight at the lake as if she hadn't heard it, hoping that the cyan figure would surface.

In the later time, the seventeenth princess was still thinking that if she hadn't met at the beginning, maybe her life would have been passed in a hurry, and there would be no hope and no unforgettable disappointment!

How piercing the lake water is in the depths of winter, the moment the ancient painting fan just entered the water, she thought she had experienced it, but the longer and longer immersion and downward immersion made her feel that the cold feeling of eroding bones was still deepening.

His eyes were already a little blurry. Although it is open, it can no longer see. My brain was groggy and I finally lost consciousness.

――

It's nightfall. A fire rises in the mountain meadow, illuminating a meadow.

A sky-blue robe was on the body of an ancient painting fan dressed in white, and at this moment she was asleep, sleeping quietly.

Next to him is Gu Weikong, who is dressed in green clothes, is leaning next to the tree trunk at the moment, his entire back is completely exposed, and An Deyang, who is wearing a sky blue shirt behind him, is holding a sharp knife that is burned red by fire and inserting it straight into Gu Weikong's back, 'snorting'. Gu Weikong gritted his teeth fiercely, his brows furrowed. Sweating coldly.

An Deyang skillfully slashed, and a piece of porcelain buried deep in Gu Weikong's back revealed a head. An Deyang said softly without raising his head: "Bear it!" ”

Suddenly, stretch out two fingers and pinch the tip, and quickly pull it out. A string of blood beads came out.

"Hmm-" Gu Weikong snorted, cold sweat dripping on the grass and disappearing.

An Deyang glanced at the porcelain pieces at least five inches long in his hand, and then threw them aside, and there were at least a dozen broken porcelain pieces scattered on the ground on the side, all of which were bloodstained.

An Deyang got up and picked up the placket that had been dried on the fire, tore it into strips of cloth, walked behind Gu Weikong and wrapped it around his body, and the blood immediately stained the strips of cloth red. But it can't. The wound medicine that he carried with him had already been lost in the rapids, so he could only bandage it briefly.

Gu Weikong stretched out his hand to tie the strip of cloth into a dead knot, and then draped the placket on his body.

"Thank you! In the lower antiquity there is only emptiness. Gu Weikong bowed to An Deyang. Said softly.

An Deyang walked to the fire and added some branches, and chuckled when he heard this: "No thanks!" In Lower Andeyang. ”

Immediately, An Deyang looked at the ancient painting fan that was sleeping on the ground, and the corners of his mouth were lightly raised.

Gu Weikong looked at this scene, and then said, "Thank you for my little sister." ”

An Deyang looked at Gu Weikong in surprise but understanding, and then nodded: "It turns out that you are her brother." ”

"Gongzi An and Xiaomei know each other?" Although it has already been guessed. But Gu Weikong still asked.

An Deyang chuckled, his eyes looking at the dancing flames in front of him. He said softly, "Yes, yes—"

These two sentences are recognized, but they seem to have exhausted everything, but they are obscure.

Gu Weikong saw that he didn't want to say more, so he didn't ask more, lowered his head to look at the quiet sleeping face of Gu Huafan, and reached out to brush the hair on her forehead.

An Deyang looked at Gu Weikong's gentle movements and gentle eyes through the firelight, and then looked at the sleeping face of the ancient painting fan, and an inexplicable feeling arose.

The corners of his lips were lightly raised, and he sighed lightly in his heart, Miss Gu, you have finally found your relatives, and he loves you very much. That way I can feel a little more at ease.

On a cold night, the ancient painting fan opened his eyes dimly, and he was greeted by the starry sky and the dancing flames beside it.

Turning his head to look, he saw that next to the flames, An Deyang, who was dressed in a single coat, was looking at the void and was distracted, and his figure had an indescribable loneliness.

moved his arm, but found that his hand was tightly held by a big hand, and when he looked down, it was Gu Weikong, who was leaning next to the tree trunk, closing his eyes and frowning slightly.

Gently took his hand down, and the ancient painting fan sat up slowly, but he felt that his breath was not flat, and his chest was stuffy, and he coughed.

Although it was already suppressed, it still woke up Gu Weikong and An Deyang.

The two of them looked at the ancient painting fan in unison, and the surprise in their eyes was overflowing.

"Little sister, are you awake?"

"How does it feel?"

Two inquiries came, and the ancient painting fan rubbed his forehead and said softly: "I'm fine, it's okay-"

Gu Weikong wanted to step forward to investigate, but when he moved, he touched the wound on his back. Immediately drenched in cold sweat and frowned.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Seeing this, the ancient painting fan hurriedly asked, and then walked around Gu Weikong's back.

"It's fine." Gu Weikong tightened some of the coats on his body and said softly.

"What is this? Brother, how can you have blood on your back! "The ancient painting fan saw the bloody porcelain pieces scattered on the ground. asked in surprise, and then saw Gu Weikong on his back with a blood-soaked coat. Exclaimed again.

"It doesn't matter, it's just some skin trauma." Gu Weikong said softly, still pulling the placket of his clothes and refusing to let her take a look.

The ancient painting fan flicked the blood oozing from the spots, and frowned at An Deyang, who was walking slowly.

An Deyang walked to the side of the ancient painting fan and stopped, squatted down and said, "It's okay, it's just some skin injuries, just take care of it for a while." ”

Gu Weikong pursed his lips and looked at Gu Weikong's back, wanting to reach out and touch it, but he was afraid that it would hurt him, so he immediately retracted his hand.

With a big sigh, the ancient painting fan looked at An Deyang and said softly: "Brother An, how are you doing these days?" ”

"It's also comfortable, and I'm used to being unrestrained and lazy all day long." An Deyang chuckled.

Seeing that he was smiling heartlessly, Gu Huafan pursed his lips and said softly: "I said goodbye in a hurry last time, I didn't know when I would stay next time, but I didn't expect to meet here." I miss you very much, Brother An. ”

She's really concerned, really missed. Now she has finally found her own brother, but she has never forgotten this little brother An who is like an elder brother.

Hearing her say this, An Deyang's eyes hidden in the dark flashed, and finally only the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and he said softly: "No need to be conceptual." ”

Such a simple and calm answer, Gu Huafan pursed her lips, remembering that he was full of alcohol when she met these two times, she didn't know what he was awkward about, and what he was thinking.

In fact, sometimes she also thinks that no matter what, no matter how long it takes to meet, or never to meet, as long as they can be fine, it is enough. (To be continued.) )