Touch the cold

Mo Zijin huddled in the shadows in the forest, not knowing whether to retreat or advance, even his breathing became difficult.

Qin Yi waited for a while, but did not see any movement, so he got up and looked towards the place where Mo Zijin was hiding.

Seen by Qin Yi, Mo Zijin shrank back again, touched the two thick branches with snowflakes and dead leaves hanging beside him, and covered his body indiscriminately, as if trying to hide himself, but Qin Yi became more and more The sound of approaching footsteps entered his ears, and he couldn't cover it up.

The sound of footsteps stopped in front of Mo Zijin, and the first-falling snow made a difficult "squeak" sound before regaining his composure. Mo Zijin hid under the branches without even daring to blink his eyes.

Qin Yi paused for a moment in front of the pile of dead branches that were about to be concealed, bent over to pick up those dead branches, threw them on the snow beside him, looked at Mo Zijin who was huddled on the ground, and looked at him with a trace of panic on his face. The expression on his face was almost the same as when the two met for the first time. It had been several years, as if nothing had changed.

Mo Zijin didn't dare to raise his head to look at Qin Yi, for fear that the extremely close gaze would tear open the scar that he had hard-fought to scab, and then bleed and fester again, repeating the cycle.

The surrounding air was terribly cold, yet surprisingly quiet, even a dead leaf on Mo Zijin's shoulder could break the quiet air.

Qin Yi finally chose to squat down, and embraced Mo Zijin, who had been shrinking with his head down, in his arms.

The thick robe wrapped around Mo Zijin's body, and the robe smelled of incense and a hint of ink. On a cold winter night, the warmth radiated from Qin Yi's body. What's more, Mo Zijin is not Han Bing, he is just one of the mortal beings, and he is still the most unpromising one.

But this most unpromising person still has a bit of twisting energy, only to Qin Yi's twisting energy.Mo Zijin rested his head lightly on Qin Yi's shoulder as before, but turned his head, facing the side of Qin Yi's neck, and bit hard.

This bite took so much effort that even Mo Zijin was shocked, the blood seeping from the broken skin dripped onto the tip of his tongue, it was a little salty and a little bitter.

Qin Yi, however, seemed unconscious, didn't even frown, just wrapped Mo Zijin in his arms, and remained silent.

Mo Zijin let go, with some blood still on his lips, under the pale moonlight, this man looked like a devil.Seeing that Qin Yi hadn't moved, Mo Zijin raised his face to look at him, looking into his cold eyes as always.

This is where he loves Qin Yi and where he hates Qin Yi.He loves those eyes that are as clear as frost and the moon, but also hates the calm indifference in those eyes.

Those eyes were also looking at him, carefully memorizing all the details of the face in front of him. When Mo Zijin was in a daze, the owner of these eyes pressed him down on the soft snow, and found his lips with his own blood on them. , and kissed it.

The coldness of the snow came from his back, but there was a fiery temperature on his lips, which made his lips numb from the scorching heat.Mo Zijin struggled to grab a handful from the snow, but he only grabbed a handful of Baixue into his palm. The temperature of Baixue's touch on his palm melted, and in the end, there was nothing left.

"You let me go!"

Mo Zijin managed to break free from Qin Yi's lips, and roared hoarsely in the silent night.

Qin Yi stopped his movements, rubbed his lips with one arm, and the white cat let out a "meow" behind the two of them.

"Why are you leaving?" Qin Yi didn't get up, still pressed Mo Zijin, and asked him with gestures.

The wound on the side of Qin Yi's neck bitten by Mo Zijin was still bleeding, and the blood wetted a small piece of clothing. Mo Zijin closed his eyes, and felt a sharp pain in his heart. Then he pushed Qin Yi away, and fell from his body Bottom crawled out and left him.

Qin Yi didn't chase him, he knew that Mo Zijin would definitely come again, he knew that he would know an answer eventually, and he would give an answer eventually.

Mo Zijin came out of the temple and staggered through the woods. Halfway through the journey, he suddenly knelt down and sat on the ground. He grabbed two balls of white snow and stuffed them into his mouth. The cold snow water slipped from his mouth. Next, it cools the heart.

He didn't know how he should face Qin Yi, the person he loved and hated so far and couldn't give up.

Mo Zijin wiped his mouth and coughed twice, got up again and walked slowly, his mind was empty, and his heart was also empty.

After that day, Mo Zijin fell seriously ill and became unconscious with a high fever. It took two days for him to wake up.

Qi Shuang wrung out a piece of cloth soaked in warm water in the tub, walked up to Mo Zijin, snapped the cloth onto his face with a "slap", and then wiped the wet cloth on his trousers. Then he picked up the cloth covering Mo Zijin's face, folded it into strips, and spread it on his forehead.

"Where do you take care of people like this?" Mo Zijin said weakly with half-closed eyes.

"Just let it go." Qi Shuang pushed Mo Zijin's two legs into the couch to make room for a place to sit, and continued, "It would be nice if I can take care of you here."

"Hmm..." Mo Zijin let out a long breath, closed his eyes and said, "I really have to thank you."

"Look at your half-dead appearance." Qi Shuang folded her arms and said with curled lips.

Mo Zijin smiled with curled lips.

Qi Shuang looked at Mo Zijin's weak appearance, and it was not easy to run him down, so he only asked with concern: "How did you make yourself like this? Did you fall asleep on the roof in the middle of the night again, or was it the middle of the night?" ran out again."

"It's just cold." Mo Zijin opened his eyes again and said, "It's really cold."

Qi Shuang looked at Mo Zijin with squinted eyes like a cat, and said, "Sometimes I really don't want to care about you, and there must be a limit to how I behave myself."

Mo Zijin smiled lightly and said, "Brother Qi, I really don't want you to take care of me, but there is something I can only ask you to do."

"Stop doing this." Qi Shuang frowned and said, "If you have anything to say, hurry up."

"I regret it." Mo Zijin said, "I don't want to take over this place, can I entrust this yard to you?"

"You don't want to worry about something wrong?" Qi Shuang asked with a picky tone, "Why didn't I know that you are such a timid person?"

"No." Mo Zijin shook his head slightly, "I want to go, I want to leave here."

Hearing what Mo Zijin said, Qi Shuang raised his eyes immediately, and said, "Mo Zijin, don't look at you being sick now, if you dare to say again that you were a pickpocket halfway through, I will still greet you with my fist."

"I said I don't want to accept this place, can I entrust this yard to you? I want to leave here." Mo Zijin repeated what he had just said.

"You..." Qi Shuang was annoyed by Mo Zijin again, grabbed his lapel and lifted him up, causing the cloth on Mo Zijin's forehead to fall to the ground.

"Mo Zijin, let me tell you." Qi Shuang gritted her teeth and said, "If you want me to take over this mess, unless you die in front of me."

As soon as the words fell, the door of the room was pushed open, Ling You came in from the door, and asked anxiously while pushing the door: "What's the matter?" As soon as he looked up, he saw Qi Shuang grabbing Mo Zijin's skirt, while Mo Zijin's head was hanging down, looking powerless.

Ling You stared blankly at this scene for a while, then quickly drew the sword on his back, pointed the tip of the sword at Qi Shuang's throat, and asked, "What are you doing? Let him go."

Qi Shuang is a person who takes soft things rather than tough ones, and in her heart she always thought that Ling You was an outsider attracted by Mo Zijin, so she stared at him and replied, "Are you meddling in our affairs here?"

"I tell you to let him go." Lingyou's stubbornness broke out again, and he gritted his teeth and said word by word.

"Okay." Mo Zijin said at this moment, his voice hoarse, "Lingyou, put down your sword, there is nothing wrong here."

"But...but he looks like this..." Lingyou hesitated.The point of the sword is still pointing at Qi Shuang.

Hearing Mo Zijin's voice, Qi Shuang sighed heavily, then slowly let go of her hand, allowing Mo Zijin to lie back on the couch again, and bumped into Lingyou staggeringly when she brushed past Lingyou's side , opened the door and walked out, then slammed the door again.

Lingyou turned around and stared at Qi Shuang's back, then put away the sword in his hand, walked to Mo Zijin's couch, picked up the piece of cloth that fell on the ground, soaked it in the water, and applied it again On Mo Zijin's forehead.

"Thank you." Mo Zijin said in a low voice.

Ling You pursed his lips and replied in a low voice, "You don't need to thank me."

Mo Zijin forced a smile, closed his eyes and passed out.

Lingyou exhaled lightly, and tucked the corner of the quilt for Mo Zijin. Afraid that he would be cold like this, he took off his thick robe, covered it on the quilt, and stretched out He sat down on the chair and stayed in Mo Zijin's room.

Qi Shuang was made unhappy by Mo Zijin that day, drank a lot of wine, and every time he finished drinking a bowl of wine, he had to smash a bowl severely.

With Qi Shuang like this, no one dared to persuade him, they all hid far away, for fear that the wine lunatic would take their anger out on them.Later Qi Shuang didn't know how much wine he drank, all he knew was that there was a pile of tiles from the earthen kiln in the house, Qi Shuang saw his anger, and then stepped on the pile of tiles again.

Mo Zijin is sick in bed these days, and it is difficult to even turn over, let alone go to Qin Yi again.

Qin Yi has been a little confused recently, but on the surface it is still calm, but no matter how calm he is, there will be a trace of abnormality that cannot escape the eyes of the old monk.

"Benefactor." That day, the old monk sent Qin Yi a few volumes of scriptures and asked him to help copy them, but the white cat was clinging to him and refused to let him go. The old monk rubbed the cat's belly while asking Qin Yi : "The benefactor is waiting for someone these days?"

Qin Yi's ink pen paused for a moment, then nodded.

"Hmm..." The old monk turned over the cat in his hand, nodded thoughtfully, and then said, "It's really rare for a benefactor with such an indifferent temperament to be worried about someone."

Qin Yi raised his eyes and glanced at the old monk, and stopped talking to him. The old monk was also sensible, and only played with the white cat in his hand.However, Qin Yi was a little distracted by the old monk's words, and copied many wrong words in a row.

However, after a few days, Qin Yi still did not wait for Mo Zijin to come, because the person who came was actually Qi Shuang.