No matter how dazzling the fireworks are, the fireworks will eventually pass, but the night will still be there, and the cold wind will still be the same. Lu Jingxing leaned against the square pillar, his hair fluttering in the wind, and the snow fell all over his body. He looked up at the snowflakes flying in the dark night sky, and finally slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the cold wind that carried the snow. Perhaps this is the only way to sober him up.

"Young Master Cousin, you can go in." Que'er opened the door, said to the tired Lu Jingxing, and then went to the dining room with a basin.

"Go back to your room and rest, I'll do it." Lu Jingxing lifted the bead curtain, looked at the lonely and tired shadow lying on the edge of the bed, and persuaded weakly.

The crisp collision sound of the bead curtain echoed in the quiet room, and such a beautiful sound came to Jiang Tingxue's ears, but it made her feel so harsh. She didn't respond to Lu Jingxing's words, but stared intently at Ling Xiao's cheeks, which had turned crimson from the high fever, as always.

Lu Jingxing knew that it was useless to persuade him, just as Jiang Tingxue persuaded him, he also did not listen to Jiang Tingxue's persuasion and went back to the room.

A cup of warm water was taken to the head of the bed by Lu Jingxing, and spoonful by spoon was fed into Ling Xiao's mouth. Water is probably spilling from the corners of the mouth, but it's better than nothing.

After a few tosses, Ling Xiao actually returned to the dream realm. However, this dream is different from the previous ones, the world in the dream is barren and vicissitudes, the ground is not a single grass, she is like coming to a Gobi under the scorching sun, wandering barefoot in the red rocks, the vast earth, no living creatures can be seen, she is as small as an ant. Desolation, loneliness, and heat overwhelmed her, and she couldn't escape.

"Where is this? Why am I here? Ling Xiao asked in her heart, she knew that no one would answer her question, but she still wanted to ask. People are like this, knowing that there are some things that cannot be answered, but still holding on to a glimmer of hope, wanting to know the answer that cannot have an answer, even if it ends up with bruises, it is not hesitating. She wandered aimlessly, and in an instant, a raging fire burned all around, and domineering tongues of fire attacked her, as if to devour her. She opened her arms and volunteered to throw herself into the arms of fire. What is the meaning of life to her, maybe death is a real relief, she is already a person who has died once, what is there to fear this time. When she closed her eyes, she vaguely heard the sound of the flute, which was both illusory and ethereal, and slightly desolate and sad, floating in the sea of fire, echoing in her mind. The sound of the flute is not familiar, but it is well understood.

Ling Xiao's closed eyes opened again in an instant, and she began to struggle, struggling to escape from here, because she heard Lu Jingxing's flute, she knew that Lu Jingxing must be waiting for her, and she didn't want to lose the person who made her finally willing to open her heart. But how can there be such an easy thing in the world, it is not that she can get out if she wants to. The tongue of fire is like a spirit, desperately entangled with her **'s hands, feet and waist, the flames licked her skin greedily, and gradually, the tongue of fire has drowned her.

A person who has the desire to survive will always try to survive by all means, even if he is in a desperate situation. Ling Xiao's desire to survive at the moment is Lu Jingxing, and the only belief she wants to live is to meet the person who always invisibly cares for her and warms her. A flash of light flashed in Ling Xiao's mind, who was trying to survive in the cracks. She suddenly became enlightened, all things are mutually reinforcing, and this fire is naturally afraid of ice. Since it can't break free, then let it retreat. It is said in the "Cold Heart Sutra" that as long as you practice it to the third level, you will no longer be afraid of cold and heat, and she is now the second level, so why not give it a try for her now. She overcame the shackles of the tongue of fire with difficulty, meditated in the sea of fire, exercised her exercises in the sea of fire, and quickly recited the mental method in the sea of fire.

Eventually, little by little, the raging fire let go of her, and gradually receded, until it finally disappeared without a trace, but the sound of the flute did not stop. In the barren Gobi, green grass gradually appeared, then shrubs, and finally a big tree grew, and under the big tree was a cave, in front of which a man in animal skins was sitting on the grass weaving fishing nets. Next to her was a woman also wearing animal skins, holding a wooden drill for making fire, which was the most primitive method of drilling wood to make fire. Ling Xiao took a few steps closer, and when she saw the man's face clearly, she was surprised, how could it be Lu Jingxing? Ling Xiao asked rhetorically in his heart. When she fixed her mind and wanted to see who this woman was, she suddenly lost consciousness in front of her.

"Cousin, don't blow it, Xiao Xiao's fever has subsided." It was almost dawn, Jiang Tingxue, who was sleeping on the edge of the bed, woke up, probed Ling Xiao's forehead with his hand, and was suddenly overjoyed, shouting at Lu Jingxing, who was playing the flute a few days ago.

Lu Jingxing seemed to be dreaming, stumbling over, and he was as reckless as Lu Ci, not at all like the steady Lu Jingxing on weekdays.

After so many days, Ling Xiao had never slept so peacefully as she did now, so stable that Lu Jingxing didn't want to disturb her. The heart that had been hanging in the past few days could finally be put down, and Lu Jingxing breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Cousin, go and rest, a big man, always stays in the woman's boudoir, and he is not afraid of jokes when he spreads it." Jiang Tingxue suddenly felt relaxed, and at this time he joked that Lu Jingxing was coming.

"Alright then, Ling Xiao woke up and called me." Lu Jingxing finally walked out of the room with peace of mind. Jiang Tingxue saw Lu Jingxing disappear at the door, changed to a comfortable position and lay down again, and fell asleep with confidence.

After a night of snowfall, the outside of the house was white again, white and dazzling, pure and flawless. Ling Xiao's eyelids moved, and the small fan on the eyelids also fanned, and finally opened his eyes that had been locked for many days. Looking at the familiar surroundings, she wondered how she had come back.

Jiang Tingxue was lying on the edge of the bed and sleeping peacefully at the moment, breathing evenly, this was the first good sleep she had in so many days. Ling Xiao looked at her red eyes, and there was a tiredness on her face, and the discomfort and emotion in her heart were overflowing.

"Sister Xue, I'm worried about you again this time." Ling Xiao's voice was very small, so small that only she could hear it. She slowly reached out and gently held Jiang Tingxue's slender jade hand beside the quilt.

Jiang Tingxue was made by Ling Xiao like this, her loose eyes also woke up, she shook her numb arm from the pillow, and lowered her eyebrows, and saw Ling Xiao looking at her and smiling. A smile from the heart always gives someone a sense of delight. Jiang Tingxue was excited, the hand that was held by Ling Xiao was now holding Ling Xiao's hand tightly. "Xiaoxiao, you're finally awake." Jiang Tingxue's eyes overflowed with tears again.

"Sister Xue, I'm sorry for worrying you." Such Jiang Tingxue, no matter how cold Ling Xiao's heart was, she was still hot in the end.

"I'm sorry to say anything, if I want to say it, I'm the one who caused you to be like this, you know? You almost can't wake up. Jiang Tingxue's tears were like ice drops on plum branches that gradually melted under the sun, falling drop by drop.

"Don't you think I'm talking to you right now? Don't cry, it's not only not pretty, but it hurts. Ling Xiao raised his powerless arm to wipe away Jiang Tingxue's tears, and the warm tears touched Ling Xiaobing's cold fingertips, which were indescribably warm and comfortable.

"Xiao Xiao, why are your hands so cold, it can't be that there is still cold in your body, right?" Jiang Tingxue shook Ling Xiao's hand like this, and only then did she react to the coldness of her hand. I was nervous again.

Jiang listened to Xuexue's words and made Ling Xiao think about it in her mind for a moment, and she was suddenly happy in her heart, she herself never thought that she would break through the third layer of the "Cold Heart Sutra" in her sleep, which could be regarded as a blessing in disguise. "I'm fine, my hands are cold just because I practiced the "Cold Heart Sutra"." Ling Xiao's face was still pale, and he didn't have the strength to speak.

"Second Miss, you're finally awake." Finch pushed the door in, and she heard a voice on the side of the bed, and even if this voice was weak, she could still hear that it was Ling Xiao's body voice.

"Finches, go and inform your cousin." Jiang Tingxue was so excited that she almost forgot what Lu Jingxing had told her when she went out.

"I'll go." The finch was shrouded in the flying snow and mist, and hurried to Lu Jingxing.

There were only the two of them and a pot of charcoal fire that had not been extinguished for several days, and the charcoal fire burned so vigorously that the whole room became warm and comfortable under its effect. Jiang Tingxue had stopped her tears and said calmly: "My cousin has been guarding your bedside, and you had a high fever last night, and Mr. Duan said that you have to rely on yourself to get through." My cousin sat in front of the desk and played the flute in the middle of the night. ”

"It turns out that the flute I heard in my dream is real." Ling Xiao muttered to himself. She couldn't believe that Lu Jingxing's flute had really entered her illusory dream, so it was Lu Jingxing who saved her.

Jiang Tingxue sighed: "These days, you have been in nightmares, and we are helpless so we can only wait, but we finally escaped." Jiang Tingxue had a smile on her face that had survived the catastrophe.

Lu Jingxing stepped into the house with the wind and snow, although he was tired, he couldn't hide the joy in his heart. He was already silent, but he was so excited at this time that he couldn't even say half a sentence, his eyes were as gentle as cotton, quietly looking at Ling Xiao who was lying on the bed and smiling at him, and his pale face seemed to have lost a lot of weight in Lu Jingxing's eyes. The whole person is like using this snowflake in the sky, untouchable, as if it will shatter and melt when touched.

"I said you're wood, and that's not wrong at all. Don't be stunned there. Jiang Tingxue got up and reminded Lu Jingxing.

Lu Jingxing reacted, his voice was still a little hoarse: "Is it better?" ”

The bloodshot in his eyes remained unabated, and Ling Xiao knew that this was the result of his many days of sleeplessness. "It's much better." Ling Xiao didn't know what to say for a while, and his heart was both excited and moved. She felt that it must be God's favor for her that made her meet the right person in the wrong world.