The furnishings of the room, as before.

A simple carved table and chair, on which is placed an unfinished endgame, and the chess pieces are scattered.

He lay on the bed, his eyes covered with a white cloth, and the smell of medicine emanating from his room.

I quickly turned my head and put the medicine on the table, wanting to leave.

He suddenly rolled over, and the quilt fell off the bed. By this point, I had one foot out of the threshold and had to go back.

His back was badly burned, and the large wounds that had not yet scabbed were plastered with ointment, and in some places they had suppurated, mixed with blood and stained the snow-white sheets.

I know how painful burns are, and the burning and pain have been with me for years. I don't know how he endured it, why, why he rushed into the fire.

I picked up the quilt and didn't dare to put it on him for fear of touching the wound.

The sourness of fine cotton and linen spreads from the mouth of the heart, and the eyes seem to have entered the sand, and tears fall when you blink your eyes.

He seemed to be asleep, and his face was quiet and beautiful, except for the blindfolded eyes. Everywhere, from the bridge of my nose to my lips, has been engraved in my heart.

Involuntarily stretched out his fingers, trying to trace his outline.

Before he could touch his eyebrows, he had to withdraw his hand.

I can't go on like this, if I don't leave, I'll really be doomed, and it's hard to recover......

Will get up, wrists are grabbed hard.

"Who?"

His voice was hoarse, as cold and vigilant as ever.

I froze almost to the ground, not daring to breathe or inhale. Hundreds of methods and schemes to escape were turned over in my mind, and I denied them one by one.

Finally, I clicked on the acupuncture points in my throat, and when I struggled to make a sound, I was so hoarse that I couldn't even make out the voice.

"Slave, come and deliver medicine."

It took a long time for him to let go of his hand, and the curvature of his lips loosened a little. Tired, he leaned back on the edge of the bed and asked, "What time is it?" ”

"It's already time." It was dark, so dark that the haze invaded my heart.

"What's your name? I haven't heard your voice before, which yard is it? He coughed twice, his index finger against his lips, blood staining from his lips to his knuckles.

I took out the handkerchief, sat down on the edge of the bed, and helped him wipe the blood off his fingers and lips. There was a little blood on the snow-white handkerchief, like a cold plum blooming.

It's a lie to say that I'm not sad, I just feel distressed, and all the suffering he suffered is imprinted in my heart one by one.

I tried to keep my voice as low as I could, for fear he would recognize me. "The slave has an inflammation in her throat, so her voice is hoarse. The slave maid is in the back kitchen, and because Sister Xiaoya is sick, she comes to replace her. ”

His eyes fell on the medicine on the table, thought about it, and brought it over. "The slave's name is Xin'er."

He reached for the medicine, and his fingers knocked over the spoon, and the brown liquid in the spoon stained the bed.

I was afraid that he would get burned, so I hurriedly checked his fingers, but fortunately they were only slightly red.

"Let the slave help you." I wiped the spoon clean and re-scooped it to his mouth.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally obediently opened his mouth and drank the medicinal soup.

At this moment, it is rare to be quiet.

Watching the bowl decrease little by little, I also felt slowly relieved.

After the last scoop was gone, all of a sudden he leaned forward, the tip of his nose touching my hair.

His heart almost stopped, and if he found me, he would have to knock him out and leave......

Time passed slowly, and his scorching breath was mixed with tea and medicinal fragrance, slightly surrounded by the bitterness of the warm sun.

"You smell a lot like a person." The corners of his lips slowly rose, and it was that cool arc again.

There is a sigh in this sentence, which seems to be helpless and self-deprecating.

I shifted my position back, pulled my hair and asked, there was no special smell.

"Taste?" I wondered how I never knew I had any special breath.

He said, "It's the smell of rose after the rain." ”

He used to be a man of few words, unwilling to speak much, unwilling to let others guess his intentions from his words. And now, he easily talked about his thoughts to a little girl who couldn't see her face.

"Then, the person the prince said...... Yes, is it the princess or Miss Luo Yu? "Like him, I was suspicious and suspicious, and I took every opportunity to try. I know it's stupid to do this, but I can't help but ask this sentence more.

Actually, I hope he said the name of one of them, so that he can be considered to have broken the thoughts that should not be there.

He was topless and didn't shy away from it. Slowly get dressed and get out of bed.

"It's a person who is very important to me. You don't know her, and you haven't met her. ”

He sat on the edge of the bed again, his weakness preventing him from standing up, and he could only gasp lowly. But he seemed to think of some good memories, and the curvature of his lips became more and more gentle, just like the warm sun.

"How important?"

He didn't speak, as if he was thinking seriously about the question.

Just when I thought he didn't want to answer, he said, "It's so important that every breath hurts because of her, and every thought is her shadow." It's just that by the time I realized the problem, I had lost, forever, her. ”

Eventually, tears broke down and my vision blurred. It was as if the heart had been hit with a hammer, defeating all disguised masks fiercely.

I want to tell him that I'm there for him. But the words froze between the lips and teeth, crushed and swallowed.

I can't do that, and at the end of the day, I can't let him know that I exist. Dexin is not Su Jin, and his Su Jin will never come back.

"Do you know how to make tea?" He said.

I quietly wiped away my tears with my sleeve and whispered a low response. For fear that he would find out that my voice was choked, I could only respond with the simplest words.

"Brew a cup of Xianju Green, and the tea is on the first shelf."

Xianju is green, the tea in his cup when we first met in the deep palace, and he asked me if I could know what kind of tea was in the cup.

From the very beginning, our proximity was driven by the city-government game and interests, which may not be destined to end well.

The brown color is clear and the aroma is pervasive.

Tea leaves float and sink in the water, stretch the branches and leaves, and dye a cup of clean water.

Putting the tea in his hand, he took it and sat silently.

"Stand down."

"Yes."

Turn around and take a step. I told myself in my heart not to look back, not to think about him.

Beiyu Jinchen, may you and I be well, and never see each other again......

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