Light cold, it's him.

I slowly walked up to him and looked at him, he seemed to be unconscious, just sitting there, but seemed to be very uncomfortable, kept pulling the neckline with his hands, and after a while a few buckles were torn open by him, revealing a large area of his neck that was a little red.

The smell of wine came from him.

Moreover, he seemed to have drunk a lot, and his body exuded an anxious aura, as if he wanted to fight with someone.

I slowly crouched down in front of him, looking at his blushing face, darkened, emaciated, and emaciated by the dim light and the distant firelight. I don't know if it's my delusion, as if I'm tired, my cheeks are slightly sunken, and there is a dark halo in the corners of my eyes that can't be hidden.

His brows were also tightly twisted, twisted into a pimple, as if there was some knot in his heart that could not be untied.

I looked at it for a long time, and finally raised my hand and reached over, and gently touched his forehead with my fingertips, as soon as the cold fingertips touched his hot skin, it felt as if there was a spark with a snap, and my heart trembled, and the temperature that belonged to him spread to my heart with my fingertips in an instant.

My face seemed to be boiling hot, too.

However, my hand did not retract because of this, but continued to stay there, gently, gently rubbing his eyebrows.

He seemed to have some feelings, the anxious look on his face slowly faded away, but there was a dazed, as if a newborn baby-like expression appeared on his face, looking a little innocent, but also a little helpless, his dry lips muttered something, but his voice was so low that even the wind was suppressed, and he couldn't hear anything.

For a moment, I didn't seem to say anything, and I didn't want to do anything, but his hot fingertips slowly slid down from the center of his eyebrows, along the bridge of his high nose, and then gently stroked his cheeks.

He muttered twice, as if he felt something, and as if he didn't have the strength to open his eyes to see, it was so soft in my palm, and he muttered, "Light ......"

My heart jumped, my fingertips trembled slightly, and I looked at him with wide eyes.

"Light...... Profit ......"

“……”

"Light ......"

Just when I was stunned and couldn't react at all, he slowly opened his eyes.

Those clear eyes were still bright in the night, reflecting the distant firelight, flickering, I don't know whether it was awake or blurred, they kept looking at me, looking at me silently, as if they were struggling to identify who I was.

I spoke, my voice trembling a little: "Light chill......"

"......" he looked at me for a while, and spoke, his voice as soft as a gust of wind, passing by my ears.

"Light...... Profit ......"

"It's me."

"Light ......"

“……”

"Light ......"

I realized that although he was calling me, he didn't seem to see me, and the two words that he was repeating over and over again in his mouth were so long and distant that they seemed to be memories of a long time ago, and they were out of reach, and only in such a half-drunk and half-awake dream could they have the opportunity to touch them.

I crouched down in front of him and looked at him, only to feel that my eyes were also stabbed a little by the distant firelight, and a wave of wetness welled up, and then he gently raised his hand and stroked my cheek.

At this moment, I shuddered again.

His fingers, as hot as his breath, as if a flame was burning in the body in front of me, made me shiver.

And just when I was trembling, he suddenly woke up and looked at me with wide eyes: "Light-Qingying? ”

I didn't know what to say for a while, so I just looked at him: "......"

The next moment, as if he had been burned, he suddenly retracted his hand.

"It's you?!"

It was as if he had just drunk outside my tent, and the person who had been calling my name was another person, and when he came to his senses, his face was a little haggard and stunned, and he hurriedly struggled to get up from the ground, and I was still squatting there, and he looked at me condescendingly, this time more as if he was a little frightened, and took a few steps back, and was about to turn away.

I bit my lower lip and said in a deep voice, "You don't want to see me so much? ”

He didn't say a word and kept walking.

I still squatted there, without raising my head, but said slowly, "If you don't want to see me, why do you get drunk and run to me?" ”

"......" His footsteps faltered and stopped in front.

I slowly stood up, turned around, and saw him standing in front of him, his broad shoulders shaking. I walked up behind him and said, "Or do you only dare to come to see me if you're drunk?" Why dare you touch me? ”

"Drunk......?"

When he heard these two words, he slowly turned to look at me, his eyes that were a little red from being soaked in alcohol, and at this moment they were as black as the night around them, and they were so deep that they could not be broken. He looked at me, with a smile on his face that was almost cruel, and for a while, he said word by word: "I have never been so sober......"

“……”

"Look at yourself soberly, sink like this......"

My heart jumped: "Light chill! ”

"Enough!" He interrupted me suddenly, the corners of his mouth still curled, as if he were smiling, but there was not the slightest smile in those eyes, just a cold look at my heavily bandaged hand: "If I really am not awake enough, then this- is enough to make me sober." ”

I was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood what he meant, and hurriedly said, "Light cold, this-"

"You don't have to explain." He looked at me coldly: "I don't want to hear it. ”

“……”

"There's no need to listen to it anymore."

“……”

After saying this, he glanced at me, and his originally red cheeks were now pale and indifferent, only in those eyes, there seemed to be something in them, and there was still something in the smell of wine. Then I saw him slowly raise his hand.

The rough feeling left by that hand, which had just touched my cheek and touched my skin with thick calloused fingertips, seemed to remain on my cheeks, but this time, he didn't, and a smile almost mocking appeared on his face, and he lowered the hand.

He muttered, "I'm really drunk. ”

After saying this, he had already turned around and walked away without looking back.

His back soon melted into the night.

I was still standing where I was, and the wind from the prairie, with the coldness of the dew and the roughness of the sand, blew past my face, and soon dried the dampness on my face, leaving only a few traces of dryness.

But I still stood there, watching where he had left.

The night, which was already so deep that it was like layers of heavy, pitch-black curtains, surrounded me, and I couldn't open it, and I couldn't see the light in front of me, as if it was about to swallow people.

I don't know how long later, there was the sound of the curtain being lifted from behind, Shui Xiu rubbed his eyes, and stood at the door muttering: "My lord? I said, why didn't I see you? Why don't you sleep well? Adult, adult? ”

She walked around to me, looked up and saw my face, and immediately said, "My lord, what's wrong with you?" ”

I looked down at her, "Huh? ”

She hurriedly stretched out her hand and almost hugged me, anxious and distressed: "Your body is obviously very poor, how can you still stand here and blow the wind?" What should I do if I catch a cold? ”

“……”

"Quick, come back with me!"

“……”

I was a little wooden, I was carried by her and stumbled back, just walked past the place of the stake, only to feel that my feet were soft, and I sat down suddenly, Shui Xiu was so frightened that she hurriedly hugged me: "My lord! Are you alright, my lord? ”

"I, I didn't ...... Thing-"

I muttered, my palm scratching the sand and gravel on the ground, and it hurt a little, and I was about to wipe off the sand on my hand, but as soon as I raised my hand, I froze.

“……！”

Shui Xiu looked at me from the side and was suddenly stunned, a little strange: "My lord." ”

“……”

"My lord? What happened to you? ”

“……”

I didn't speak, just looked at my palm in a daze, suddenly stood up, fell down and jumped down, but saw me hurriedly enter the tent and light the candlestick, looked at the candlestick for a long time, and then walked out with the candlestick, standing at the door of the tent, the whole person seemed to have been drained of the soul, frozen there.

Shui Xiu became more and more frightened, looking at my slowly pale face, she was frightened, and hurriedly grabbed my sleeve and shouted: "Adult, adult!" What the hell is wrong with you? ”

"......" I only felt that my teeth were knocking, and after a while, I slowly turned my head, and suddenly stuffed the candlestick in my hand to her, turned around and walked out, Shui Xiu hurriedly said: "My lord, what are you going to do?" ”

I didn't answer her words, and I didn't even have time to explain anything, I just waved my hand hastily behind me, and Shui Xiu knew that I must have my own reasons for doing this, so I could only stand there with a worried look on my face while holding the candlestick.

There was only one bonfire in the distance in the whole camp, and a few little eunuchs watched, and the rest of the place was very dim.

I didn't have a candlestick, but I walked through the camp as fast as I could, because the candle flame burned in my heart—as if it were burning my heart.

I've never felt so anxious and scared, even more than I've ever been before.

As soon as I walked in, it seemed that he had heard my footsteps and turned around, and in front of him, a figure flashed and disappeared immediately.

He stood there, his face full of wine, but he looked at me with a little surprise, as if he didn't expect me to catch up, frowning slightly: "What are you doing?" ”

I walked up to him and looked in front of him, and there was no tent at the other end, it was the edge of the camp.

After the fence, it is already the road to the mountain.

I gritted my teeth and looked back at him, "You, what are you doing?" ”