Between the paper windows, a layer of golden light covered with sunlight poured in, and Sheng Xuan took Qiong Yi out of bed and put her on the side of the table to comb her hair.

Her curls were waist-high, fluffy, and felt good, and he slowly combed her hair, then half in a bun and half in a braid, and Joan sat quietly, like a doll he had only fiddled with.

In the past, her own braids were always loose and loose, but the braids he knotted for her were thinner and neat. He said, "Qiongyi, comb it." ”

"Let's go out and bask in the sun, if we walk slowly, we won't get wounds." Sheng Xuanyan took her hand and pulled her up: "Come on." ”

Joan also stood up, he picked up a light blue coat and put it on her, then opened the door and led her out.

After the sound of "squeak-", the wooden door opened, and the two of them bathed in sunlight.

It's a good day.

Joan also walked very slowly, step by step, all guided by him.

In the wounded camp outside the hut, when someone saw them come out, they all cast their eyes. This is the first time that Yang Xiaosi, who has just recovered from a serious injury, has seen the fifth senior sister after waking up, she heard about Qiong Yi's symptoms, and when she saw it with her own eyes, she still covered her mouth in disbelief, not letting herself make a sound, for fear of stimulating Sheng Xuan's resentment again, but the tears couldn't stop falling: "Senior sister......"

Lu Li supported her and let her lean on her shoulder, but the sobbing was louder than Yang Xiaosi. He finally understood what Mo Yungu meant by "never wake up again".

It is a "death" that is more cruel than sleep.

Sheng Xuanyan pulled Qiong Yi out of the place where he was recuperating and walked to the village behind, he asked her, "Qiong Yi, are you hungry?" ”

He continued: "Well, I know, you don't like Bigu, and it's a bit taboo to recuperate, but we won't go to eat porridge, you don't like it, I remember." ”

The sun shone on the path between the villages, sprinkled on her bright green skirt, and some pedestrians looked at them sideways, but Sheng Xuan's eyes were only Qiong Yi.

When he came to the stall, he asked for two bowls of rice porridge, one bowl was sweet, and a lot of crushed peanuts were put in it. He scooped the sweet porridge, and after blowing it slightly, he handed it to her mouth, Qiong didn't open his mouth, just looked at him sluggishly, Sheng Xuan's hand paused for a long time before withdrawing it, and scooped a spoonful of warm food again, but she still didn't react.

Sheng Xuan's eyebrows drooped slightly, he chuckled and put the spoon back into the porridge bowl, and took out a handkerchief to wipe her mouth: "It's okay, if you don't like it, you won't eat it, if you come across a candy crisp seller, I'll buy it for you, you can eat whatever you want, just tell me." ”

"Just tell me ......"

After settling the bill, he led her slowly through the village.

When there was a lot of war, there should have been a lot of exile and chaos in the world, but the five clans were stuck to the front line, and the villages and towns in the rear were actually living quite comfortably. The village is not full of traffic, there are not many feasible people, there are stalls and markets, Sheng Xuanzhi passed by the stall shop, listened to the hawker diligently selling, said: "Buy a silk flower for your little lady." ”

The silk flower was exquisite, Sheng Xuan didn't know which one Qiong also fancied, her eyes were empty, there was nothing, so he asked the vendor, "Are there pomegranate flowers?" ”

The peddler scratched his head: "No, if you want pomegranate flowers, I'll go back tonight to learn how to make them, and tomorrow you come, and you'll have it." ”

Sheng Xuan complained and said okay, and bought a magnolia hairpin in her braid, Qiong also looked ahead, turning a blind eye to what he was doing, and the peddler saw that she was behaving differently from ordinary people, and kindly asked: "Uh, Childe, are you a member of the clan who is recuperating from injuries at the other end of the village?" This young lady, what's wrong with her? ”

"She's asleep for the time being, she'll wake up." Sheng Xuanyan pulled her and walked forward.

"A-Niang, the flowers that this sister wears are so beautiful." The girl who passed by pointed to the silk flower on Qiong Yi's head and said.

Seeing that Qiong Yi's expression was wrong, the woman took two steps back with the child in her arms, and asked Sheng Xuan, "You, you shouldn't be kidnapping, right?" What happened to this girl? ”

"It's not. This is my ......" Sheng Xuan was stunned suddenly, pursed the corners of his lips slightly, and replied: "This is my lady, she is sick and recuperating from her injuries." ”

Seeing the little girl staring directly at the silk flowers in Qiong Yi's hair, Sheng Xuan took it off and sent it to her, the little girl shook her head: "My sister is gone, I will be sad." ”

Sheng Xuan glanced at Qiong Yi resentfully: "If she is awake, she will also give it to you." ”

*

After that, as long as the weather was fine, Sheng Xuanyan would take Qiong Yi around the village, point to the sky to show her, feed her water and food, and take her hand and stroke the string song sword over and over again, even if Qiong never gave him a response.

The monks in the recuperation camp couldn't bear it, so they could only sigh secretly: Lu Xiyan was poisoned by the Rong people, and Sheng Xuanyan was also crazy because of her.

Sheng Xuan didn't think that Qiong Yi really knew anything about the outside world, and he pulled the doctor to see her several times, saying that her eyes were clear every day, and that she sometimes showed expressions. The doctors shook their heads and didn't dare to speak, as long as Qiong Yi didn't speak again and regain consciousness, then she would be counted as a stupor.

Every time Yang Xiaosi and Lu Li came to see Qiong Yi, they would cry and swollen their eyes once, Sheng Xuan was very tired of being surrounded by people crying and crying, so they would go back early, and go to the front line when they were injured, don't bother people here.

Su Ye and Yan Tingshen, who he wanted to hide the most, finally saw Qiong Yi's symptoms. Su Ye grabbed Sheng Xuan's resentful collar and pressed him against the wall, but what could he do with anger, he couldn't do anything about it, no matter how they called her, they couldn't wake up. There are many people who condole, but only Sheng Xuanzhi can stay by Qiong Yi's side.

Xu is really going to be like this for the rest of his life.

Sheng Xuanyan closed her eyes tightly, the corners of her eyes were red, and the hand holding her knuckles trembled uncontrollably, and Qiong also blinked and gently held him back.

He was in grief and did not realize it.

*

Accompanied by the daily body, gradually, Joan also has more movements. When resting in the same bed, she would lean almost instinctively towards Sheng Xuan's side; And when he went out, the hand he was holding also had a sense of retraction; When Sheng Xuan was sad, she would gently put her hand on his shoulder.

These movements are very subtle, but in his eyes, his heart is not desperate.

He still talks to her for a long time every day, and Qiong Yi's eyes are still very empty, but gradually there is a shadow of him.

She seemed accustomed to this person waking herself up in the morning, freshening up, and changing her dressing; accustomed to him kissing on the back of his hand and forehead; Accustomed to him holding himself and muttering to himself; I am also used to being held by him to sleep.

He is everything she perceives about the outside world.

Today, after Sheng Xuanyan applied medicine to her wounds, Qiong also sat quietly on the bed, as if waiting for him to take her out to see the sky.

Sheng Xuanyan turned his back to her and was writing a letter at the table. In the past few days, three of the ten factions in the rivers and lakes have surrendered, although they are the last faction, but they have always had a new boost, and he is writing a letter to Su Ye to discuss whether to continue to pursue Xirong.

These things were not enough for him to worry about, and the most terrible thing was that Zhu Yunluo heard the news from somewhere, knowing that Qiong had also become an unconscious zombie, and wanted to come to see her alive or dead, so she was detained by the Lu family.

Sheng Xuan pinched his eyebrows, extremely heavy, he glanced back at Qiong Yi: Zhu Yunluo and she are the most important people in the world, if Sister Zhu knows that Qiong has also become like this, she is ignorant, how uncomfortable she will be.

Qiong also tilted her head at Shangsheng Xuan's resentful gaze.

But Sheng Xuanyan didn't come over to hold her hand as usual, let alone take her out.

The sun outside the window is very good, sunny and bright, it is already after the summer solstice, the temperature in the villages in the mountains of western Xinjiang is not hot, and the comfort is just right. Joan also stared at the fine dust flying in the sun, like golden gravel, she liked to go out, although she didn't know what she liked, but the person who wrote by the desk always knew.

The sun shifted outside the house, and the shadows at her feet slowly shortened and moved to the right, but Qiong Yi was still looking at the window in a daze.

Until the projection of sunlight disappeared from the room, she could not see the shiny particles, nor could she see the golden window lattice, and quietly lowered her head.

What was sad and sad, she didn't know, so she silently got out of bed, walked to Sheng Xuan's side, stretched out her arm and hugged him, because when he showed such an expression, he would treat himself like this.

It's not that Joan hasn't run around, Sheng Xuanren just rubbed her head: "Huh? What's wrong? ”

He was met with the expected silence.

Sheng Xuanyan took her into his arms, hugged her and continued to write, Joan would not speak, nor would he disturb his train of thought, he was used to it.

Joan also pinched her braids, saw him drop the last word on the letterhead, and sat up. Sheng Xuanyan realized that she had moved a lot today, probed the wound on her waist, the scab was almost better, he didn't want her to have a scar on her body, he still needed to apply sore medicine, and kissed her cheek lightly: "Qiong Yi, come here, I'll give you some medicine." ”

Joan also looked at his inky eyes, looked up and stretched her neck, and kissed him on the face.

Sheng Xuan smiled slightly, but her brows were downward: when she was in a good state, she would learn her own movements and give back to herself, and she would act like a child.

"Qiong Yi, you ......" He was dumbfounded, unable to read any emotion in her eyes, choked up in his throat and couldn't say: "When... to remember me......"

Joan just looked at him.

"It's fine." Sheng Xuan resented that after hastily wiping the corners of her eyes, he stroked her long hair: "It's okay......" I don't know if I was comforting her or comforting myself.

Joan was also led to the counter, where he took off his shirt and put on his medicine, and then put on his clothes. Sheng Xuan resentfully led her back to the bed and wanted to go out to deliver a letter to Su Ye.

Joan was also stunned.

Dumbfounded, he watched him walk out alone, locked the door, but didn't take himself with him.

She didn't understand, didn't understand at all.

She ran to the door in three or two steps, but she wouldn't open it, and the door was already locked, scratching with her fingernails, helpless. knocked on the door a few more times, not much force, Sheng Xuan, who had already walked away, did not hear it, Qiong was also very anxious, bit her lip, opened her mouth and made a hoarse "ah" sound, she wanted to call him, but after opening her mouth, she found that she didn't know what his name was, and she couldn't remember what his name was, and who he was.

"Whew!" Joan also leaned on the door, slapping the broken wooden door hard, and a low cry flowed from her throat, which was not good at all, and she was slapping and crying.

Sheng Xuanyan, who walked out dozens of meters away, heard the movement, his body was stunned, and he hurriedly turned around to open the door for her, Qiong also knocked desperately inside, and was pushed down by the wooden door that opened inward, and "plopped" and sat on the ground, his eyes were full of tears, no longer empty, but really reflecting himself.

Sheng Xuan's breathing stopped, and the moment he stretched out his hand, Qiong also moved up to meet him and threw himself into his arms.

"Woo......" Her shoulders twitched, and she dragged him tightly, and the voice in her mouth was very chaotic, as if she wanted to call him over and over again, ask him, find out who he was and who she was, but the more she wanted to know, the more hollow her heart became.

Sheng Xuanyan seemed to understand, and held her shoulder: "I'm Sheng Jun, Qiong Yi, I'm Sheng Jun!" ……”

Joan also opened her mouth and tried to call him, but her voice was indistinct: "...... ......"

When he heard her say the words clearly, his heart was excited, and the corners of his eyes were red: "It's 'Sheng Xuan', Qiong Yi, it's my ......"

Joan also looked into his eyes: "...... Flourishing... ......"

"Yes, it's me...... Qiong Yi, you finally remember me......" Sheng Xuan cried with joy, hugged her tightly, and listened to her call again and again: "Sheng Xuan, Sheng Xuan......"