In autumn, Fanjing Mountain is as cool as water at night, and the room has been lit with a stove, and the hot and dry is also very comfortable.

Ke bent his legs and sat on the low couch reading a book, his body was a gray and white deep robe, and the small crown of white jade on his head tied up half of his long hair and hung it down behind his head. The candle had burned a lot, but the book in his hand had not yet turned a page.

"Brother," Qingfeng's figure walked in, compared to Ke's light clothes, Qingfeng was draped in a thick coat, "Why haven't you slept yet?" ”

Ke took Qingfeng's hand and spread out the small quilt that was originally behind him to cover her body. A little angry: "What are you doing on the ground so late, beware of catching a cold." ”

"No, I used charcoal fire here just after autumn, and my clothes and quilts have been changed to thick ones, you don't have to worry." Qingfeng sat down next to Ke, habitually wrapping one of Ke's arms in his arms.

"He is empty, but he is also attentive." Before Ke's words landed, Qingfeng sighed: "If he can turn a blind eye, I can actually be much better." ”

Qingfeng is rarely so serious, and only when he talks about it here, can he have such a sad look. The past flies by in a flash. The past is like smoke and dust.

Ke reached out and stroked Qingfeng's head, and then held her hand in his own hand and covered it. "If your body is weak, your hands and feet are easy to get cold, so use some ginger slices to bubble up. If you have chilblains in winter, you can use orange peel to dry a compress on the fire, and it will get better quickly. ”

Qingfeng tilted her head and listened to him, this was a little different from what she remembered in the past, such a daily detail, how could he be so good? "Who told you this? You seem to be paying no attention to such small things. ”

"Ahh Ke Wenyan was stunned for a moment. Some smiled self-deprecatingly, but did not speak.

"It's a woman, isn't it?" Qingfeng stepped forward with a smile in her big eyes, "I feel a little different when you come this time." ”

"Oh? What a difference. Ke asked lightly while helping Qingfeng tuck the quilt.

Qingfeng took Ke's hand, opened the cuffs to reveal a half-open lotus pattern embroidery, "light gray cuffs, the pattern is selected with dark gray thin lines, and the faintly open stamens are mixed with some faint pink silk threads, which not only maintains the harmony between the pattern and the clothes, but also does not rigid, such a meticulous and outstanding embroidery, I have never seen it before, the embroiderer is delicate, and he also understands your preferences." ”

"There are embroidery girls in the Duancheng embroidery workshop with excellent handiwork and a blue heart, what does this mean?"

"I know you're hard-mouthed," Qingfeng chuckled, "If that's the case, I don't have anything to say, but you see," he said, turning over the neckline of the cloak that covered his body, revealing a lotus pattern as well. But unlike before, it is a flower that has already bloomed, and even the lotus leaves are embroidered very delicately. "Every pattern is different, and it has its own novelty. If you say that this craft is made by the embroidery lady in the embroidery workshop, I believe it. But this ingenuity is not something that everyone can do. Brother, what do you say? ”

I didn't seem to notice much before, but she actually ...... Ke looked down at the patterns that were turned out by Qingfeng, and he had every piece of clothing like this. or one, or two, or in full bloom, or with buds. I remember that what she liked seemed to be peonies, peach blossoms and other gorgeous and delicate flowers, but they were not as well embroidered as lotuses. She seemed to have embroidered a brocade handkerchief according to the lotus pond in the courtyard, but before she could embroider it, it was already ...... Ke's long eyelashes flickered slightly. It's been a few days since he went up the mountain, how is she with the red vermilion in her body?

Qingfeng on the side looked at Ke in a daze, but he was secretly surprised in his heart. Her brother has always been moody, especially after the mutiny, his mind is even more hidden. In order to protect himself, he has never said anything about him to himself for many years, even so, Qingfeng knows in his heart that he is not having an easy life. The more indifferent the face, the more things are squeezed in the heart. It's been years since I've seen a loss like this. Qingfeng is very curious, what kind of woman is there by Ke's side? If there is someone in this world who can untie the knot in his heart, it will not be a good thing. But he must not be in a hurry, for Ke, his heart is tired enough.

"I can see that he is a clever and meticulous person, which really makes me feel ashamed of being clumsy."

A smile appeared on the corner of Ke's mouth, as if he had thought of something interesting, "Where is what kind of ingenious and careful person, and being stupid makes people helpless." ”

"Whether she is smart or stupid, in short, she can make your brother laugh, and in this regard, she is no longer an ordinary person." Qingfeng held Ke's hand, leaned on his shoulder, and took a deep breath, she hadn't slept so late for a long time, and the tightness in her chest made her a little short of breath.

Qingfeng's words made Ke slightly stunned. Since when did He Ge become a person who can control his emotions? On the night of Heming Mountain, he asked himself this question, but he couldn't get it. Now that even Qingfeng said the same, Ke was a little scared. The path you choose is destined to be lonely and difficult to walk, and without strong faith and restraint, you will bring the people around you into danger at any time. He couldn't, and wouldn't dare to, let himself be entangled in something. If you really have feelings, you should cut it off as soon as possible.

Qingfeng and Ke grew up together, experienced life and death together, and depended on each other until now, they know him the deepest, and they are also the people who feel most sorry for him. She touched the lotus pattern on the cuffs, and said slowly: "My brother has always worked hard, and he is tired and sad. If this girl can accompany her brother, wash her hands and soup, and become happy together, it will also be a matter of Feng'er's heart. Floating and vast, you can get a person with one heart, and everything can be thrown away. At the emotional point of the words, he recalled the sad things in the past, and Qingfeng couldn't mention it in one breath, which led to a series of sharp coughs. Ke hurriedly helped her to calm down, and it took a while before slowly stopping.

"I'm still young, how can I talk old-fashioned. Your sister is like my elder. Ke knew Qingfeng's thoughts, but he didn't want her to hurt her mind too much, so he picked the conversation and diverted it. It was late at night. I'll help you go back to your room to rest, didn't you promise to make new tea for me tomorrow to taste? ”

Qingfeng smiled and nodded, didn't say anything else, and helped her back to the room.

In the hall, on the dark wooden table was a tea stove that had been extinguished. It was pitch black inside the furnace. Ke reached out and sat down on the teapot beside him. The first time I saw the girl, I used the same tea stove as this one, and the one in the library had been wiped clean by her, and the charcoal fire was always neatly prepared and put aside, and it was easy to get it when I used it. She didn't know anything about tea, she always begged for a cup to drink when she made tea, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked when she was happy, and the smile in the corners of her mouth was about to overflow. She seemed to be easily satisfied.

The night in the mountains is always quiet, Ke stood in the empty hall, listening to his heartbeat and the buzzing in his ears, and began to miss someone a little without concealing it.