Yu Zhiwei thought that when she saw Yu Jingning, she would cry uncontrollably, but in fact, she didn't.

She just calmly took the handkerchief in the hands of her own soldiers and wiped Yu Jingning's face - his face was covered with sweat.

Then he waved his hand and let the whole group go down.

Mingdu said that Yu Jingning's fever had subsided, and Yu Zhiwei touched his forehead, but it was still a little hot.

Liar, obviously still having a low-grade fever, Yu Zhiwei said in his heart.

She used her forehead to test Yu Jingning's temperature, just like when they were imprisoned together and she took care of him alone.

Fortunately, it didn't burn high.

Yu Zhiwei washed a handful of handkerchiefs, folded them three times, and put them on Yu Jingning's forehead. It was cold water in early winter, and my hands were soaked in water, and my bones hurt from the cold.

With her hands on her knees, she sat next to Yu Jingning and looked around, this was an abandoned Buddhist hall. The big Buddha had no head, and he felt like he had been blown off by a cannonball, but even so, he was still solemn and solemn, and he was making a Buddha name to Yu Zhiwei.

Yu Zhiwei laughed softly.

No one has ever crossed me, I have always saved myself.

When Yu Jingning had a low-grade fever, he had some dreams in his mouth, a father and a mother, crying and laughing for a while, crazy, I don't know what kind of dream I was having.

Yu Zhiwei sat beside him, paying attention to the handkerchief on his forehead, while listening to his upside-down dream words completely.

Until Yu Jingning's mouth popped out: "Little Liu." ”

Yu Zhiwei's whole body froze, she didn't even dare to breathe, she listened to Yu Jingning's small and fragmented voice, and called her name again and again.

She finally couldn't take it anymore, buried her head in her knees, and began to cry.

Yu Jingning's tossing and turning dream talk and sometimes high and low fever lasted until the evening of the second day, Yu Zhiwei never dared to close his eyes, and then saw his eyelashes tremble slightly.

Yu Zhiwei half-helped the man up and fed him a little water.

Either he was about to wake up, or because the water was too cold, Yu Jingning actually opened his eyes.

Yu Zhiwei stared at him intently, and Yu Jingning also stared at her intently, her eyes full of tenderness.

However, this tenderness only lasted for a while, and then he became confused and his heart was like ashes, and he was stunned and said, "Am I really going to die?" I had such a good dream. ”

Yu Zhiwei was full of tears in his eyes, and was about to burst the embankment, but he was angry and laughed at Yu Jingning's words: "Do you still have the ability to think about dying?" ”

She withdrew the hand that was padding Yu Jingning's head, and rested him on the cold and hard thing that could barely be called a pillow: "Does your head hurt?" I didn't dream when it hurt. ”

She didn't hear Yu Jingning speak, so she added to herself: "I heard everything you said." ”

"What?" Yu Jingning asked rhetorically.

"You call my name." Yu Zhiwei turned his head to look at Yu Jingning, when he usually had a fever, his face was sickly flushed, and after the fever subsided, it was miserable white, and it looked extraordinarily red at this moment, from the head to the tips of his ears.

Yu Zhiwei was taken aback: "What's the matter?" Burning again? She reached out and touched his forehead and neck socket, touched it twice, but felt that something was wrong.

It's hot, but it's certainly not a fever.

Yu Zhiwei felt that her face should be burning like this, and I don't know when, Yu Jingning grabbed her hand: "I'm sorry." ”

Yu Zhiwei blinked.

"It's that I can't stop you." Yu Jingning took Yu Zhiwei's hand, stared at Yu Zhiwei word by word and said, "I shouldn't ......"

"What shouldn't you?" Yu Zhiwei seemed to be angry, and even spoke faster, "Shouldn't you be emotionally emotional to me?" Have you ever asked me what I mean, why do you say that you can't live with me? ”

Yu Jingning suddenly became frightened, and wanted to retract the hand that was holding Yu Zhiwei.

"Don't hide!" Yu Zhiwei was really angry, and the tears were all angry, "I told you not to hide!" Yu Jingning, you are a bastard, you have to be a standing man, you will make it clear to me today. ”

Yu Zhiwei lowered his head, and tears fell on Yu Jingning's face one by one, cold and silky.

After a long time, Yu Jingning asked: "When you were in the Gu family, what was your name?" ”

Yu Zhiwei was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect him to ask such a question: "Qiaoxi, Gu Qiaoxi." She hadn't mentioned it in eleven years, and now it came out of her mouth as if it were someone else's name.

She seems to have forgotten that among the six ceremonies of the wedding, there is a procedure called asking for names.

The Yu family of the king of Pingshuo and the Gu family of the king of Shaoyang, in the peaceful years when there was no disease and no disaster, should have been the family of the in-laws.

"I made a note of it." Yu Jingning stared at Yu Zhiwei's eyes and smiled at her, "If there is an afterlife......

"If there is an afterlife? Your uncle's afterlife! When Yu Zhiwei heard this, he was so angry that his scalp was about to explode, "What do you want in the next life!" ”

After saying that, she didn't care about it, leaned down and kissed Yu Jingning's lips and bit it hard.

Yu Jingning immediately felt that something in his heart and brain was broken, and something exploded, and a wave of heat rushed to the top of his head along his backbone, so that both ears were buzzing.

He must have had a fever again, all over his body, not only on his face, but also on his head.

The smell of the two people was intertwined, the smell of blood, the smell of sweat, the medicine drunk, and the smell of gunpowder choking on the nose were all rubbed together in a chaotic manner, and for a while I didn't know what day and night were in the sky and on the earth. He couldn't react to what he was doing for a while, and after reacting, he knew very well that he should push her away, but he was drowned by Yu Zhiwei's small kiss, he didn't push away, but tightly hugged her.

Yu Zhiwei shouted something in his ear in pieces, but every sentence was broken, not into a sentence, it sounded a bit like scolding, but it seemed to be muttering, whimpering, like a wounded little beast.

The words of a high voice and a low voice shattered in Yu Jingning's ears, and there was an indescribable feeling, which made people feel swelling and painful.

He thought he was crazy, even her, and the places where they were attached were sometimes cold, sometimes hot.

He dismantled her flesh and bones, and kneaded the person into water again, and melted into his own body, as if then she belonged to him forever.

Before, later.

The two men had not spoken all the time, they did not need to speak, and no love words were allowed to disturb such a noble and filthy moment at such a time.

There is no love word worthy of them.

The headless Buddha watched all this quietly, feeling compassion for these two objects that could be called "sentient beings".

I can't cross them, no one can cross them, the sin is too deep, but obviously both of them are so innocent.

We can only save ourselves.