The bright moon sits on the ground

This is another silent summer, and I came to the appointment with heavy steps.

It's damp, sweltering, ? a few thunderclaps, ? a storm brewing.

Waiting for a storm, the deep and long wound from the shoulder to the waist began to hurt, and the flesh and blood stuck to the clothes. If you try to tear it off, you will only feel heart-piercing pain,? Smell The rusty smell of the knife edge mixed with the smell of blood.

Sometimes Nie Qiu was in a coma, and sometimes he was sober. He didn't know what night it was, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

He was woken up by the pain of the rain soaking into the wound, his eyes were foggy, and he could only hear someone asking him: "Are you awake?"

It was the voice of a young girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old. Although the tone was cold, it was not difficult to hear the concern.

Nie Qiu's chapped lips moved, and the rain slid down his cheeks into his lips and teeth. He tasted a fishy smell. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak, as if a hole had been dug in his throat. Dried up more and more, he thought to himself, he must be dumb already.

The girl didn't wait for his response, but continued to say, "Go back to Master with me when you wake up."

Nie Qiu seemed to have finally realized something, and choked a few times, his lips parted and closed, without uttering a single word.

The Hanshuang and Fire-Drinking Swords were held in his arms, with the unique cold texture of metal, reminding him all the time.

The master is dead, he said, senior sister, where are you taking me?Did you come to let me go with you?

When the thick fog cleared, Yin Qingqing's figure disappeared without a trace, as if she had never set foot on the bottom of the cliff.

This was the first time he had such hallucinations, but it wouldn't be the last.From Shenyun Pavilion back to Nie's mansion, during the wind and rain, through the scorching sun and rainstorm, Nie Qiu is very familiar with such hallucinations, but he never feels relieved, because the softer the voices are, the more familiar they are , the more he misses it, the more he knows that those people are gone forever.

However, no matter how much Nie Qiu asked, no one answered him whether they came to take him away.

His consciousness is not so clear, and he is often trapped in this kind of prison, as are those hallucinations, which come and go in a hurry, refusing to respond to him, refusing to stop because of his entreaties.Once, he had a high fever, and those phantoms seemed to be closer, Chang Deng, Yin Qingqing, Wen Yunshui, Wen Wu, Wen Er... hovering in front of his eyes, their lips opened and closed, saying something to him.

"Are you here to take me away?" Nie Qiu said vaguely, and he didn't know what to say. His voice was hoarse and low, and the words were sad, not like the voice that a young man could make. "Sorry, but I can't go yet."

As soon as the words fell, those afterimages scattered like birds and beasts, retreated, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Nie Qiu wanted to find out their whereabouts, and also wanted to find out the purpose of their actions, but his eyelids were heavy, as if they weighed a thousand catties, depriving him of the scene in front of him bit by bit, his consciousness gradually disappeared, and finally completely fell into Dark, fainted.

When consciousness came back again, Nie Qiu thought it was raining.

Because he felt the long-lost moist breath, the clear water slid into his throat along his lips and teeth, caressing his dry throat.

He turned his burning head with difficulty, thinking, but the wounds on his body didn't seem to hurt.

Nie Qiu swallowed a few times, choking and coughing, feeling drowsy, and subconsciously raised his hand to cover the sudden rainstorm, but before he could lift his hand, another hand stretched out and moved Gently pressed his arm down.

The rainstorm also stopped abruptly at this time. Nie Qiu tried to open his eyes, but he could barely see a figure shaking in front of him.

He heard a sigh, long and deep, the sound was very familiar, but he couldn't think of anyone.

At this time, it has been nearly half a month since I left Shenyun Pavilion, passing through large and small towns along the way, Nie Qiu couldn't figure out where he was at this time, and it was always the way back to the imperial city, but when he was young, he basically How did you know this person without leaving the house?

Or maybe, this sense of familiarity is just an illusion, because he lost his head, so he mistook the kind-hearted people passing by?

That's right, Nie Chi might not even recognize him, let alone anyone else, with his current embarrassed appearance.

While he was thinking about it, the warm palm had already loosened Nie Qiu's wrist, brushed away the broken hair on his forehead, pushed the messy and shapeless hair behind his ears, and then touched Touching his forehead, he murmured, "It's burning so badly."

It took a few seconds for Nie Qiu's sluggish nerves to convey the message to his brain: he was lifted up by the back of his neck.

"Hey! Don't, don't struggle." The man said so, but kept moving. He helped Nie Qiu up almost forcefully, and it took him a while to lie on his back. Nie Qiu took deep and shallow breaths It was all scalding hot, so that his limbs and bones seemed to be flowing with magma. He heard a muffled voice from his back and said, "Go through this alley and you will be able to reach the medical hall."

This is not a strong man, he thought, otherwise it would not be difficult to carry such a weak man behind his back.

Why save him?He was only wearing a thin unlined garment, neither embroidered with the cloud patterns of Shen Yunge nor the family crest of Nie's family. The clothes were covered with blood and mud that could not be washed cleanly, and there were even holes. He couldn't find any silver taels, and he didn't have any jewelry such as jade pendants as collateral. The only valuable things on his body were two knives, which he wrapped tightly around his body with cloth strips.

He was worried that Hanshuang's drinking and fire knives would be snatched away by someone who planned to do something wrong, so he didn't dare to sleep, and bit the tip of his tongue to force himself.

This person's clothes should be very clean, with a faint scent of grass and trees, which is reassuring, but if you want to carry an unkempt and muddy wounded person like him, no matter how careful you are, this clothes will not There is absolutely no way of escaping it.

Nie Qiu leaned on the man's shoulder, following his every step, walking unsteadily forward, walking.

"Thank you." After drinking the water, his consciousness became clearer, and he said, "May I ask your benefactor's name?"

He noticed that the person's footsteps stopped, and he couldn't hear any sound for a while, only the rising and falling breathing in his ears.

No matter how dull Nie Qiu was, he knew that he probably said something wrong. He guessed that this person had something to hide, or it was inconvenient to reveal his identity, so he coughed a few times and stopped asking, "If it is not convenient for the benefactor to disclose, Then I won't ask."

The benefactor didn't speak, just took a step and continued to walk forward. Nie Qiu, who was terrified by his silence, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't dare to slack off until the moment he saw the hospital, so he had to force himself to talk to his benefactor, his throat was so sore that it was almost cracked, and there was a bloody smell, "I'm really sorry, I'm not neat and clean, if Dirty benefactor's clothes..."

The man lifted his body up and said: "No problem, I insisted on carrying you, and it has nothing to do with you."

Seeing that he finally had an answer, Nie Qiu followed his words and asked tentatively, "Why did my benefactor rescue me?"

The man replied: "This question is not difficult to say, and it is easy to say. The reason why I rescue you is because of you."

The tide of consciousness gradually fell again, but the hot temperature never slackened, Nie Qiu was dizzy, almost fainted, and after a while, he said: "It's because of me... Could it be that my benefactor recognizes me? Or have you ever heard my name?"

The man smiled: "It has nothing to do with your name, you are you, even if you take a flowery name, I will recognize it."

Nie Qiu still wanted to ask something, but he was too sick to show mercy. When the medical clinic came into view, his hanging heart finally fell, and the last bit of consciousness was completely wiped out. Devouring, it pulled him into endless darkness in an instant.

When he woke up again, Nie Qiu opened his eyes, took off the wet kerchief on his forehead, and felt that the fever on his body had subsided.

He was lying on the straw mat, and there was a strong bitter smell in the somewhat dilapidated room, which came from herbs, no different from the taste in Nie Qiu's mouth. He had a vague impression that he seemed to be in a daze. He drank the medicinal soup in the bowl.

Both Hanshuang Knife and Drinking Fire Knife were there, presumably the benefactor didn't bother to snatch his knives. Thinking of this, Nie Qiu felt guilty.

He took the medicine pot, swallowed the last bit of soup and medicine dregs, then tore off a piece of cloth, dipped a branch into the coal ash, and wrote a few lines on the cloth, about " Thank you for saving me, my benefactor will use this proof to come to Nie’s house in the imperial city, and Nie will thank you very much”——Nie Qiu didn’t stay too long, left this note, and took a pair of knives, opened the window and left.

But Nie Qiu didn't know that shortly after he left, the door creaked and a crack was exposed. After realizing that the building was empty, the people outside opened the door boldly and walked in a few steps. He reached out to take the note and read it.

After carefully reading every word, the man took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

He put away the tattered cloth strips, took out the silver from his sleeve, and put it on the straw mat, right in the middle, so you could see it as soon as you entered the door.After finishing these things, he waited in the room for a while, and only left when footsteps sounded.

The medical center has been busy since before dawn, and the new girl was so busy that she was about to cry, spinning like a stone top, her legs and feet were swollen with pain, she rested for a while, and remembered that There was a man with a high fever lying in the side room in the backyard. He came last night. She was afraid that Master would blame him, so she fetched a bucket of water and hurried over to see how the man was doing.

In the end, when she pushed open the door, she realized that the room was empty, where was anyone?

Taking a closer look, there was still a lot of silver on the straw mat. The little girl frightened the barrel away, turned around and called for Master.