When the thorn stabbed back into the house, Su Fufeng was still medicating okra's wound, while Lou Qianshan used a clean silk cloth to wipe away the blood that was still oozing from her wound. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Senior sister," Lou Qianshan said softly, "do you really not remember anything at all? even if he made a move, said a word...... Aren't you impressed?"

Hearing that Okra didn't answer, the stinger stepped forward and said, "Miss Lou, it's no wonder, Sister Qiu has been asleep for the past few days, and the poison injury last night was not solved, of course, I don't know what happened." ”

"Really......" Lou Qianshan reached out and gently stroked the wound and purple mark on Okra's back, and muttered, "Didn't you say that you hate him the most, how can you tolerate him...... Allow him to ...... What about touching you like that?"

"Alright, let's dress her up. Su Fufeng finished taking the medicine and didn't raise his head, "Last night, her life was in danger, no matter what happened, she had no choice but to do it, and this matter was not rude." ”

Thorn Thorn took clean clothes and came over and changed them for okra, only to see that her eyes were open, she looked a little stunned, and said unconsciously: "Sister Qiu is weak, even if she can't sleep, she still closes her eyes and recuperates for a while, I will go to decoct you in a while, and then get some food for you to replenish." ”

Okra's eyes moved, glanced at her, and said, "Thorn, I'm asleep...... Three days, right?"

"Yes, Sister Qiu, but now that you're well, don't think about that. Thorn said.

"The Gu poison in me, isn't it...... Are there a lot of bugs in my body?" asked okra.

Thorn had to say, "Yes, at that time...... It really scared the hell out of me. ”

"Is that bug...... So long, dark black?" Okra raised her hand and roughly gestured to a length.

“...... Sister Qiu, what's wrong with you?" said Thorn Worried, "That worm, we haven't seen what it looks like, we just know that it is parasitic in your body, sucking your muscle and blood, you...... Don't think about that bug!"

Okra let out a soft "oh" and lay down on her side. "None of you have seen it, so...... Where did I see it?"

Thorn's heart skipped a beat. "Did you see it last night?" Sister Qiu, do you remember something about last night?"

Okra thought about it for a while, but still shook her head.

"Let Miss Qiu rest first. Su Fufeng smiled and said, "Miss Qiu, even the fear of how she was poisoned is still vague, so she wants to think about the detoxification, how can she come?"

Thorn had no choice but to nod, "Yes, I'll go and fry the medicine first." ”

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Alone in this room, the sun poured in through the half-open window, and it was a bright day.

But okra can't sleep. Not because of the pain in my back, but because of ...... Those scattered memories. She couldn't tell anyone, because none of the memories answered their questions. She really didn't know where Shen Fengming had gone. When she woke up by a low tree, the morning light had not yet risen, and the mountain wind was like a song, only a cloak separated her bare from the night.

She didn't know where she was for a while, and an inexplicable sense of rebirth made her forget that she was confused and scared of her embarrassing situation. Later, she gradually sobered up, and her long-lost sanity merged back into this world of life, and she ran to the village in her memory in a panic. She just wanted to see the people she relied on as soon as possible - she had forgotten, or didn't even know that she was almost dead, and she didn't want to delve into the pain and the sounds that lingered in her ears came from.

— but am I really trying to forget?, she asked herself. When Lou Qianshan asked like that, she always felt that she did remember something, but she couldn't say anything.

She looked at the head of the bed, a rectangular spot of light cast by the half-window. ......She was in a trance. It was like another feeling of déjà vu, familiar, but I couldn't remember it clearly.

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The fourth day of the seventh month, last night.

When Shen Fengming picked up okra in the house, she was still asleep. The acupuncture technique of stabbing made her pain slightly lessen, and it also gave her a quiet night's sleep on the last night before the poison.

He carried okra on his back and scurried up the hill along a narrow path. Even at night, you can clearly see the beauty of the summer night on this unknown hill.

It's just that Shen Fengming doesn't have time to appreciate it.

He walked halfway up the mountain in one breath before turning back—he was already seven or eight miles away from the village where he had settled. The trail is rarely gentler here, the dirt is scarce, the ground is hard, and it should be a large flat rock that makes this place a resting place on the way up. A few improvised barns were set up nearby, and in the middle of the night, empty.

There you are. He put okra on a flat place. The unsupported, delicate body easily leaned back on the stone, and the moonlight hit her face, and the black veins almost covered her face—a face that once haunted her, now fears even ghosts.

Her eyes were closed, still asleep. He hoped she wouldn't wake up, because—it wasn't time yet. It will take another hour or two for all the poison to be released, and if you wake up half a moment late, you will be able to suffer less from half a moment of purgatory.

He rolled two slender reed leaves into a container and went to a nearby mountain stream to hold water. It backfired, and when he returned, Okra's eyebrows had begun to become uneasy. Maybe I shouldn't have expected my sleep to be able to bear that kind of pain. He sat down, lifted her body a little, and leaned into his arms. In this way, at least you don't have to be hard and cold by the rocks in this long wait.

Once upon a time, he held her like this—not long after he first met her in Huizhou City, he teased her in the side room of a small inn, and once took her into his arms like this. At that time, he played with her, and now when he thinks about it, he still can't help but smile. Although he knew that so many unquenchable hatreds in the future would be caused by that day, if the old time returned, he expected that he would still do the same thing.

"Because, Madame Xiang......," he murmured, "if I am indifferent to you, I ...... It can't be done. ”

He sighed. It seems that there is no point in talking about that time and that day today.

I don't know how long I sat quietly like this, and suddenly my lips turned white, and I suddenly let out a voice. I don't know which larva struck a wisp of strange pain into the veins of her neck, as if all the nightmares were activated in an instant.

She opened her eyes in pain—a white crescent moon hung in the flawless sky.

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That memory—it was moonlight! At this time, the okra on the couch of the village house lying on his side suddenly became clever, and his body trembled. The sunlight still shone silently on the ground at the head of the bed, just as the distant moonlight of last night also shone on the rock.

She remembered that she had woken up under a crescent moon, and that she had lost her mind in severe pain, and that she had somehow remembered the color and shape of the moonlight that night. The sense of checkmate was so strong, and what terrified her more than death was such an undead. She wanted to die but couldn't, she wanted to cry, but even the juice in her eyes had dried up, and even the sourness in her nose was no longer luxurious.

Suddenly, a cool sensation fell on her lips. She didn't care to think about why there was water, instinct had caused her to open her mouth greedily, sucking all the coolness into her lips and tongue.

- At that time, it was Shen Fengming, okra tried hard to recall, but still couldn't recall anyone's appearance. She closed her eyes in agony, and she also closed herself to the bright sunlight. How could I have the strength to care about the people around me and others, and even more so to recognize him? But if I knew that the person who poured the water into my mouth was him, I would rather die immediately than take a sip?

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On the fourth day of the seventh month, it was still last night.

The water slowly seeps into the gumra lips under the protection of the reed leaves. A drop in the bucket, there was nothing to save her empty blood, but that trace of moist coolness finally calmed her burning despair for a short time. Survival or death, it didn't seem to matter for a while, she was groggy and fell into his arms again.

"Bear with me a little longer. Shen Fengming could only say this to her. He didn't know if she had heard. The night is quiet again, the rich trees in the mountains exude the fragrance of pure leaves, and the sound of the streams along the path is even more cheerful. But in the time of waiting, he was the only one left again.

He knew that time was running out, so little that it felt more strange than the eve of the battle for the gold medal of Tiandu Peak, the eve of the meeting of the three branches of Dongting Mountain, and the eve of countless adventures waiting for death over life. For there has never been a result that is as certain as tonight. Even though he has experienced so many gambles of "death is greater than life", at least, he knows that there is still "life". And this time?

He looked at the okra in his arms. This time, it was only death. It's either you or me.

He still sighed unconsciously. He is a person who yearns for freedom and freedom, everything just wants to go with the flow, and he never thinks about who he wants to die for, but sometimes, the world can't fulfill his wishes. Sometimes he didn't know if he really liked this woman, because he didn't seem to be in a hurry to have her, and even if she always hated him, he didn't pay much attention to it. But the moment the dragonfly stabbed its long tail into her fingertips, he suddenly understood that he didn't care much, but because he felt that they still had endless time, enough time for her to go from the other end to this end, without him having to force her. And now, they don't have endless time. No matter which of them lives or dies, everything he may have with her will be broken, and it will never be too late.

"I always thought that I would finally have a chance to reconcile the song "Divine Dream" with you without having to compare the magic sound, and fulfill your long-cherished wish, and I always thought that I would finally have the opportunity to sing the "Lady Xiang" to you, and would not let your "Xiangjun" go unanswered......" he muttered, suddenly smiled and shook his head. "I don't know if you're too conceited or I'm too conceited, in the end, I didn't even get close to you, and even your hatred can't be eliminated......"

He paused, and pressed his lips to the side of her ear. "After all, I can only be so ...... when you have nothing to resist and no way to refuse"

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- What was the sound that lingered in my ears this morning, and Okra thought that she would never remember it. However, the breeze behind lying on the couch and closing her eyes was like the soft sound of last night, and she had the illusion that she remembered a song.

This tune, she listened to Shen Fengming play more than half of it at the meeting of the three branches, and it was in harmony with her "Xiangjun", but she had never heard the lyrics in it, why did she suddenly remember it at this moment, and it was so clear, as if someone had just sung this song into her dream last night.

She dreamed that she was the only one who could hear his low singing, ten miles of barren mountains and a shallow moon.

"The emperor descended to Beizhu, and his eyes were sorrowful.

The autumn wind is curling, and the Dongting is under the rippling leaves.

Ascend to the white sage and look forward to it, and the good time is in the sunset.

What is the bird, and what is the wood?

Yuan has Zhixi and Lan, and Si Gongzi did not dare to speak.

Looking far away, watching the flowing water.

What is the elk in the court, and what is the water descendant.

Towards the gallop Yu Ma Xi Jiang Gao, Xi Ji Xi Xi.

Wen Jiaren is summoned and will pass away.

Build a room in the water, and cover the lotus.

The purple altar of the wall is sown, and the pepper is sown.

Gui Dong Xi Lan Lu, Xin Yi Linxi Pharmacy.

Reckless lixi for the curtain, and the shelf is open.

The white jade is the town, and the sparse stone orchid is the fragrance.

Zhi Xi Lotus House, Du Heng.

Hebai grass is a solid garden, and the door is built to be fragrant.

The nine peaks are colorful and welcome, and the spirit is like a cloud.

Donate the rest of the river, and leave the rest of the river.

If you are far away, you will be far away.

Don't be sudden, talk about it!"