Touch the cold

Qin Yi closed his eyes, as if he had been thinking alone for a long time, then ignored Mo Zijin's injuries, dragged him up by the lapel of his clothes, and asked with gestures: "Did Song Boyi tell you about this?"

Mo Zijin took a deep breath, cold sweat dripped down his forehead and temples, he shook his head feebly, put on a pale smile and pretended to be relaxed and said: "It's not what he said, it's just that I met the guy who just transferred back to Beijing by chance. Mr. Chen, after seeing me, was so shocked that he almost sat on the ground."

Qin Yi slowly let go of the hand holding Mo Zijin's skirt, his eyes gradually calmed down, and asked again: "Then how much do you know about him?"

Mo Zijin shook his head, looked away with half-closed eyes, and said, "I don't know at all."

Qin Yi looked at him with cold eyes, stretched his hand to Mo Zijin's back, caressed the scar on his back, and gestured: "Just for such a name, you want to make yourself like this? "

Mo Zijin smiled wryly, "I just want to know, if I die, will you find someone who looks like me again?"

Qin Yi narrowed his eyes and raised one corner of his lips, "Yes."

Mo Zijin lowered his eyes, he couldn't tell whether it was anger or the truth, but then he stretched his neck forward, touched Qin Yi's lips lightly, and said with a nonchalant smile: "I'm sleepy, sleep Bar."

After that night, Mo Zijin seldom took the initiative to talk to Qin Yi. Although Qin Yi took good care of him every day as always, for some reason, Qin Yi's face was always cold, like the twelfth lunar month.

Mo Zijin's injury has healed a lot. When Wu Xun came to check that day, he saw that most of the injury on his back had healed, so he helped Mo Zijin pull out the white wax needles that fixed the wound one by one.

A dozen or so white wax needles were pulled out from the flesh. Wu Xun was afraid of tearing the wound, so he slowed down the movement, but Mo Zijin just groaned from the beginning to the end, and looked at Qin Yi intently. Changes in complexion.

Qin Yi stood beside him, only watching the pewter needles being taken out bit by bit, with a calm expression on his face.Only when the last white wax needle left Mo Zijin's wound, Qin Yi closed his eyes slightly, and seemed to let out a long breath, Mo Zijin pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled secretly, fell forward, and fell on the ground. on the couch.

A few days later, the injury on Mo Zijin's back was no longer serious, and the broken bones on his body had almost healed. After spending so many days on the couch, he was finally able to get out of bed and go for a walk.

It's just that after being weak for a long time, it is impossible for him to walk like flying. Mo Zijin could only move slowly while supporting the wall.

It's late autumn, only a few chrysanthemums are still blooming in the courtyard of the Qin Mansion, and the rest of the plants have lost their vitality.

Qin Yi followed Mo Zijin a step away, instead of helping him, he just followed.

Mo Zijin walked into the corridor, hugging one of the vermilion lacquered pillars. He was only wearing a thin layer of clothes. The autumn wind blew through, and he shuddered and coughed involuntarily. One sound.

Mo Zijin turned his head to look at Qin Yi, saw that his eyes were looking at him with the usual coldness, so he raised the corners of his lips and smiled at him.

Qin Yi looked at him and sighed, turned around and went back to the house. When he came back again, he had a thick fox fur robe in his hand, and walked over to put it on Mo Zijin.

When the fox-fur robe fell on him, Mo Zijin froze for a moment, and gradually tightened his arms holding the pillar.

"It will be fine after a while, the old injury is still not healed, don't catch a cold again." Qin Yi tied the fox fur robe around Mo Zijin's body, and then gestured.

"Then you can hug me again. If you hug me, I won't be cold anymore." Mo Zijin smiled with his arms around the pillar, half joking and half serious in his smile.

Qin Yi looked at him for a moment, but he really hugged him. Mo Zijin was stunned, and after a long time, he slowly let go of his arm around the pillar, and grabbed Qin Yi's clothes, but his heart was overwhelmed.

In fact, he doesn't want much, just a little sincerity.

"Warm?" After a while, Qin Yi asked Mo Zijin gesturing.

Mo Zijin nodded, "It's much better."

At this time, Qin Yi let go of his hand, Mo Zijin swayed for a while, and did not dare to help Qin Yi, but hurriedly supported the pillar again.

"Walk back by yourself when it's warm." Qin Yi gestured calmly, and then ignored Mo Zijin, but turned around and walked into the house, throwing Mo Zijin who was unable to walk steadily on the spot.

Mo Zijin lowered his head and smiled wryly, the cold feeling hit him again, this time from his heart.After staying alone for a while, stroking the fox-fur robe on his body, Mo Zijin gritted his teeth, leaned on the wall and walked back, walked to Qin Yi who was sitting in front of the desk, stretched the ink pen and paper on the table and put them in front of him .

Qin Yi looked up at Mo Zijin, asking with his eyes.

Mo Zijin smiled at him, and asked what he had been holding back for a long time: "Qin Yi, whether it was before or now, do you have any real feelings for me?"

Qin Yi was stunned for a moment, then slowly lowered his raised head, reached for the ink pen on the table, dipped it in the ink, hung the pen on the paper, and remained silent for a long time.

Qin Yi also asked himself this question, and the answer was evasive and erratic, but he felt that there was only one word that could be given to Mo Zijin in the end.

No.

It is false to promise too much, and it is false to promise too little. Of the two answers, Qin Yi still chose the latter.

Mo Zijin stared blankly at the word on the paper, engraved every stroke of the word in his heart, then picked up the paper, rolled it into a ball, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it wantonly. .

Qin Yi raised his face to look at him, his cold eyes were a little more sad, he picked up the warm teapot on the table, poured a cup of tea, got up and brought it to Mo Zijin.

Mo Zijin's expression was very painful, not just because of the word, but also because of the piece of paper that was hard to swallow. He rubbed his throat, took the teacup in Qin Yi's hand, poured the tea into it in a few mouthfuls, and leaned on it. desk case, bent down and coughed continuously.

Qin Yi patted Mo Zijin's back lightly, but every time he patted Mo Zijin's heart.

Mo Zijin coughed for a long time before he recovered, straightened up and looked at Qin Yi, and said with a smile: "I won't ask this question again in the future, if one day, you change your mind, you must tell me in time, Don't make me wait too long."

Qin Yi lowered his eyes and nodded.

Mo Zijin looked at Qin Yi's nodding and heaved a sigh of relief, as if he was satisfied with just that.

Qin Yi then raised his hand, covered Mo Zijin's face, and stroked it lightly, his slightly cool fingertips skimming over the contours of Mo Zijin's face.Qin Yi smiled with the corners of his lips hooked, there was a bit of relief and a bit of bitterness in the smile.

Mo Zijin stared at him blankly, as if possessed.

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Besides, on that day, Song Boyi still went to see Cheng Rin with two pots of high-quality Huadiao wine, still stuffed the silver ticket in his hand, and still just asked, "Is everything okay?" It's just that Cheng Rin didn't Nodding, gulping down two pots of Huadiao, shaking his head.

The smile on Song Boyi's face froze, and he hurriedly asked, "He ran away?"

Cheng Lin still shook his head, "He has nowhere to run, and he can't."

"What do you mean by that?" Song Boyi was a little anxious, stepped forward and grabbed Cheng Rin's collar, and asked fiercely.

"Maybe I shouldn't have told you." Cheng Rin said calmly, but his expression was a little more unbearable, "But I know that if I hide it from you, you might kill me in a fit of anger."

"Say!" Song Boyi was too lazy to listen to what Cheng Rin said, he just wanted to know what happened to Yan Bei, so he yelled at Cheng Rin: "If you talk nonsense, I'll kill you as well."

Cheng Lin sighed, and finally said: "Yanbei, he may be dying soon."

Song Boyi was stunned after hearing this, and slowly let go of Cheng Rin, fell down and sat on the ground for a long time, then got up from the ground like crazy, and said in his mouth: "I'm going to see him, I have to go See him." After standing up and turning around, he asked Cheng Lin again, "Where is he? Take me there."

After Song Boyi handed Yan Bei over to Cheng Lin who was still working as a turtle slave in Yicui Tower, he no longer took care of him, and he never asked Cheng Lin where Yan Bei lived, because he was afraid that he would not be able to help looking for him, and he was afraid that before All efforts are in vain.

"Are you really going?" Cheng Lin asked very calmly after seeing Song Boyi like this.

Song Boyi nodded fiercely, his eyes no longer had the wildness of the past, and now they were full of worry and anxiety. Cheng Rin felt that Yanbei might be the only person in the world who could make Song Boyi show such an expression.

"Come with me." Cheng Lin said afterward.

When Song Boyi arrived, Yan Bei was counting the wine jars, and they put them in a pile in front of the courtyard, very proudly.Song Boyi was standing in the distance watching, not seeing each other for seven years, but Yanbei's behavior was still familiar to him, but this person is now so thin that he can't even support his clothes, shaking in the wind.

"Aren't you going?" Cheng Rin asked, "You just want to watch him here?"

"He... why did he become like this?" Song Boyi asked, his voice trembling.

"You have to ask him yourself." Cheng Rin said, "By the way, there are also the pile of wine jars in front of him."

Song Boyi gritted his teeth fiercely, almost shattering them, and finally walked over. He didn't want to mention the past, and he didn't want to let go of the present.

Cheng Rin did not follow, but still stood watching from a distance, he knew that this matter no longer needed his involvement.

Yan Bei was still counting the wine jars, he hugged a full wine jar in his arms, and was about to take a sip.

"I didn't know before that you can drink like this." Song Boyi looked at these wine jars and said calmly.

Yan Bei froze, turned his head and stared at Song Boyi for a moment, then smiled and said, "Bookworm, are you finally willing to come see me?"

Song Boyi lowered his head and smiled, Yan Bei's words were familiar to him, he was still the kid who was joking in the Qin Mansion back then, but when he looked up, Yan Bei had changed, and he had changed too.

"Did Cheng Lin tell you?" Yan Bei asked softly, leaning against the wooden door outside the courtyard.

"Probably." Song Boyi nodded.

Yan Bei shook his head and smiled, "Why, you want to come and see me off for the last time?"

Song Boyi turned his head sideways, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, but when he turned around, he smiled and said, "Don't you welcome me?"

Yan Bei just laughed, picked up the wine jar in his hand, and drank himself drunk again.