Now, it's quiet again. Lan Jing'an sat on the edge of Xie Weining's bed, looked at him, and then turned his head to look at the interior layout. She took his hand and whispered to him, "You want to take me back, and now I'm back with you." Yanping, you see, is it all the same? As soon as you wake up, you can see. ”

The person on the bed was motionless, his eyes that always led her to make the wrong choice were tightly closed, and the two words that scared her would never spit out in his noisy mouth again: Chang'an.

Lan Jing'an's tears dripped on their intertwined hands, and she sniffed and continued, "Yanping, I'm not afraid of death. But I don't want to die here. If you really give up like this, I won't see you again for the rest of my life. For my sake and for your own sake, I beg you to live. ”

Xie Weining's hand flickered, and Lan Jing'an didn't know if he was twitching unconsciously or if he could really hear her words. She held him back tightly, calling his name over and over again, but he didn't respond.

Lan Jing'an let go of Xie Weining's hand and sat down on the side of the dining table. The various dishes on the table have long been cold. Lan Jing'an picked up the wooden chopstick, picked up the wooden bowl, and ate the dinner he had carefully prepared for her one bite at a time. Those dishes are all her favorites, they are all made by him, and they are all things she thought she would forget, but she couldn't forget them.

She had never told him, and she had thought that if the person she met first was him, would the person in her heart be him. She knew he longed for a home, a home that belonged to her and him. That cramped hunting lodge was not only his, it was hers.

On the wooden bowl she was holding was her own name. At this time, the wooden bowl on the opposite side was also carved out by himself. And on her heart, she has already left traces carved by that time.

Lan Jing'an gave himself another bowl of water cakes, and the dough cakes had turned into a lump, sticky and radish beef mixed together, losing the original deliciousness. Lan Jing'an ate as she thought back to the cold night when she first ate it. At that time, he cautiously asked herself if she could be friends with him, and she could not remember how she had answered at first. The only thing she remembered was his lonely and lonely figure standing quietly on the stove.

She reached out and poured herself half a glass of wine, and as expected, it was the taste of plum wine. She remembered the text message she received with only two sentences: an inch of acacia and an inch of gray, and the plum wine is especially mellow and looking forward to returning. Lan Jing'an's heart suddenly hurt, how painful he should have been at that time, but he still didn't blame her, but left her these two sentences.

Lan Jing'an really regretted it, what she owed to Brother Qingyun, she also owed him. But until this moment, he had not been able to hear a word from her, and she was also attached to him.

Lan Jing'an covered her heart, moved back to Xie Weining's bedside, she leaned into Xie Weining's ear in pain, and whispered, "Yanping, what you said is right." It's my duplicity. It's really a wrong step, a wrong step, and to this day, it is difficult for you and me to turn back. If God lets us die here, we will die as we deserve it, and no one will lose. ”

As she spoke, she began to weep again: "But, we said that we would live together." Have you forgotten? You said you wanted to spend the day happily with me, how could you lie here and leave me alone? ”

Her tears wet Xie Weining's sideburns, and Lan Jing'an hurriedly wiped off the wet marks for him. His forehead was hotter now, and his face had turned from bluish to red, but he never sweated. Lan Jing'an got up every once in a while to change his wet handkerchief, and the rest of the time he sat on the edge of his bed and kept talking to him and himself.

By the time Chou Zheng Biluan and Su Mei trembled and shouted her name outside the door, her voice was already a little hoarse. Bi Luan saw Lan Jing'an, who came to open the door in person, and her hanging heart was half relieved. Su Mei cooperated with Lan Jing'an, fed Xie Weining Yu Zhensan again, and then checked Xie Weining's situation.

The three of them waited for most of the hour, but Xie Weining still showed no signs of waking up. Su Mei saw that Xie Weining's convulsions were more frequent than those a few hours ago, and the temperature did not go down at all, her face was wrinkled, and she was anxious. She trembled for a long time, but she still didn't dare to say the words that prepared for the future.

Su Mei noticed that Lan Jing'an's voice was a little hoarse, and even her eyes were red, and she was distressed, and said to Lan Jing'an, "I'll go and give you water to moisten your throat." Wait. With that, he went out first.

Lan Jing'an saw Su Mei's expression after seeing Xie Weining, and there was nothing she couldn't guess. Just muttered to himself: "The second serving." ”

Bi Luan hugged her body and comforted her with a choked voice: "Isn't there a third suit?" After that, you'll be fine. Don't worry. ”

Lan Jing'an patted her: "Who said it wasn't?" Back then, in Xiangyang, it was so difficult, didn't you survive it? He once said that until the last moment, who can say whether to win or lose. He is so proud that he will not admit defeat so easily. So many conspiracies and tricks couldn't hurt him back then, and thousands of troops couldn't hold him, how could he lose on a small spasm? Wait, wait, he'll be fine. ”

Lan Jing'an asked Feng Shen about the situation again. Knowing that Feng Shen had already made arrangements to rush back, she finally had one last thing on her mind, but instead had a sense of calmness. Calmly accept the final verdict of fate.

Bi Luan saw her calm as if there was nothing serious, but she was even more uncomfortable, and the tears that she could not hold back flowed again. When Su Mei came in with the throat potion, she saw Biluan wiping her tears, and the sense of panic in her heart was even heavier, but the two people in the room obviously showed no signs of wanting to explain to her, and she could only guess wildly.

Lan Jing'an took the medicine bowl, drank a few sips, and let Biluan and Su Mei go out. If Xie Weining really couldn't hold on, she didn't want anyone to see their final embarrassment. She wants to give him dignity and give herself a dignity.

At this time, it was already four watches, and it was the darkest time outside. A green light in the room gave Lan Jing'an only a little light. But she didn't dare to put the lamp next to Xie Weining's bed, in addition to being afraid that the smoke of the lamp oil would smoke him, she was even more afraid that she would see his current face clearly.

After saying a lot of words, Lan Jing'an also felt tired, but she couldn't stop. She never knew she could be such a verbose person. It's like she never knew she would shed so many tears for him.

The lamp ran out of oil, and the last shred of light left her. Lan Jing sat on the ground, half-bent beside Xie Weining's bed, but he was reluctant to get up.

Her hand was on his arm, and in the darkness she seemed to be back to the time when the two of them were in the hunting lodge, when the panic of losing him in the dream struck again. She grabbed him tightly, and finally cried and said the words: "Yanping, don't leave me!" ”