The tent of the ink silk showed a faint light from the sky, dark and cool, as if it was stained with rain.

Chen Shao opened the medicine box.

It is still the same shape as before, and the box lid is filled with an illustrative envelope, which is divided into two rows, each row of ten pills.

He stared at the ash pill.

The round ash ball is not as clear as snow and frost, nor pure as porcelain jade, lifeless, like mocking white eyes.

He pursed his lips, leaned down to pick up the small envelope, opened it and glanced at it, lowered his eyes again, and slowly picked up a pill.

The pill was at the end of the first row, and on the surface, it was no different from the one next to it.

Chen Shao crushed the sealing wax.

A small note rolled into a roll rolled down the bed.

He stared at the note, and gradually, a sweet, sad smile appeared on his face.

He held the note in his hand, clutched it tightly, and closed his eyes slightly, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world.

Then, he opened his eyes and, slowly, slowly, turned his head.

His body still maintained its original sitting position, and even the movement of holding the note did not change at all.

Only the head, like a mechanical puppet, turned at an extremely slow speed to the side of the bed tent against the wall.

At that moment, his warm eyes were as black as a deep hole, as if the last trace of light in the room had been swallowed up.

"Have you seen enough?" His voice was extremely cold, wet, and clinging to people's eardrums.

"Come here, I have something to say." He said again. As if talking to the air, his dark eyes looked straight to a certain place in the curtain.

There is no sweetness, no sorrow, no cherishing of treasures.

These talents were still full of emotions on his face, as if they had been erased in an instant by an invisible hand.

His face was very pale, dark as deep holes, but his lips were dazzlingly red, like a ghost who had just sucked blood, and at the corner of his lips, he smiled slyly.

This lonely man like a moonlit night, at this moment, is creepy.

"Your master should have told you what to do." The straight voice spat out from his bright red lips, like a ghost.

With that, he raised his hand.

With a "snap", the medicine box was knocked over by him with a palm, and the ash pills rolled all over the bed.

He curled his lips, still whispering into the air: "I really thank your master for not drugged me to death." ”

He didn't look at the note, he threw it in his mouth and swallowed it, then spread out his arms, "bang", lay down on all fours, and then closed his eyes.

"I'm tired, you move quickly." He closed his eyes and changed to a more comfortable position, as if he really wanted to fall asleep.

After a small half cup of tea, there was a sudden sound of peeling pecking on the door.

Very light and careful, if the drizzle carries the wind, it beats on the door.

"What?" Chen Shao still closed his eyes, and his voice was clear, like a lover whispering.

"Back to the master, Xingwei is here." The little guy said worriedly, and his voice was almost covered by the wind and rain.

Chen Shao has two elders around him, a line of reeds and a wild goose, and the line of reeds is more important.

"Come in." The voice in the room was loud, and there was no depression.

The little guy outside the door stuck out his tongue, glared at Xingwei, and scolded: "Your uncle, you really dare to ask to see at this time, but the master is not annoyed, otherwise, it doesn't matter if you are beaten, I can't eat with you?" ”

Xingwei is a thin young man, just looking at his face, he seems to be a round older than the little guy, the whole person is gray, and there is a little bit of whiteness.

In fact, looking at his facial features, he is also called delicate, but he is full of twilight, and as soon as he speaks, he is full of arrogance: "I am a long-term follower, you are a small guy, each is different." I can eat your hanging, and you can't afford to eat my hanging. ”

The little guy rolled his eyes in anger, and before he could speak, he had pushed the door open, and the flat voice surged with the curtain: "Watch your door." ”

The little guy quietly "bah", secretly said that he was unlucky, and he didn't dare to say any more, closed the door with his eyes closed, and honestly guarded the door.

Xingwei was expressionless and walked into the ear chamber.

In the ear room, only a round window is opened on the east wall, covered with bamboo and green plain clouds, and when the sky light penetrates, the autumn colors are washed into spring.

He looked up at the bed.

The veil hung low, and the figures in the tent were full of shadows, and it was not clear to see.

"I'm coming." He said coldly.

There was no greeting ceremony, let alone a "slave", just a few words, raised his sleeves and brushed the hem, a few raindrops, and turned into wet stains with his movements.

"You go upside down, get up." Chen Shao's voice came from the tent, flat and stiff, without emotion.

"You called me here, I can only come." Xingwei is still very cold.

There was no answer.

A hand stretched out of the tent, slender and pale, with a corner of the gauze tent on his fingertips, lifted it up, and hung it on a silver hook.

Chen Shao stretched his legs and sat on the edge of the bed, his face expressionless.

Xing Wei frowned and looked directly at him: "You called me, what's the matter?" ”

"The letter." Chen Shao yawned, propped his hands behind his back, a few strands of hair fell inadvertently, attached to the pinna, and the loose neckline revealed a line of soot.

"What letter?" Xingwei didn't understand, frowned and asked.

Chen Shao hooked his lips and smiled.

The dark eyes lit up with a faint light, and then went out, then raised his head, yawned, raised his hand to loosen his clothes, and said in a lazy voice:

"Let's skip the drama of you pretending not to know what I'm talking about, and I pretending to think that your pretending to be true, so I carefully explain my speculations, the details of the matter, and then I question you angrily, and you quibble in every possible way. I believe that you are not stupid, and you will not be sent by your master to follow me for more than ten years. I ask you questions, you answer directly, and we will leave all those mysteries behind. ”

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Xing Wei, his eyes were shining, like a spring breeze stirring water waves: "Your master loves to watch and act, you only go to your master to see, I am really tired." From now on, let's just say it. ”

He stretched out his arm, knocked on the wall that he was looking at, and said with a smile: "You like to dig holes and peep so much, this is also what your master ordered?" ”

Xingwei lowered his eyes and said in a rigid tone: "The master ordered to keep an eye on you, and it is easier to dig a hole." ”

"Oh." Chen Shao nodded, bent his elbows and propped up his chin, his eyes were half-raised, and his handsome face added a little curiosity: "When I lived in the pillow frost house, you also dug a hole to see it, I took the medicine box into the tent, and cried and laughed at Zhang Po Note, you must have truthfully reported your master." ”

He tilted his head, and the corners of his lips smiled slightly: "How, I acted well?" Is your master very satisfied with your report? ”

His expression changed suddenly, his dark eyes flashed with sadness, his eyebrows furrowed, and the corners of his lips curved in a miserable arc.

It was a sweet and sad smile, bitter and desolate, as if it contained infinite affection.

Xingwei's mouth was pursed into a straight line, and his eyes swept lightly over him, without the slightest fluctuation.