One Pillow Huaxu

Zhang Qiling took Wu Xie and quickly left the crack.Wu Xie's state was fairly stable, and he even woke up very briefly a few times in the middle.That crack is too closed, which is not conducive to wound recovery.Besides, Zhang Qiling has no way of knowing whether those people are still on it, and taking Wu Xie away as soon as possible is the best choice.

For Wu Xie, this was a arduous siege battle. All the dangers rushed towards him the moment he entered Medog, and he had to survive.

What Zhang Qiling has to do now is to let him live.

Along the bottom of the canyon, Zhang Qiling stepped on the rocks and snow and walked towards the shelter.He could have followed the cliff to the top path, but the climb required going over a variety of steep rocks.With Wu Xie on his back, he tried his best to choose a smooth path, trying to avoid these large movements.

Wu Xie rested his head on Zhang Qiling's shoulder, and he could see the other's eyeballs shaking slightly under his eyelids from time to time when he turned his head.This is the performance of people falling asleep under extreme stress.

This scene made Zhang Qiling feel familiar, but Wu Xie was even more silent at this time.He did not talk in sleep, nor murmur indistinctly.This seems to be a habit he developed during this period, allowing him to clench his teeth in his sleep, not to make unnecessary sounds, and to avoid the leakage of some words caused by unconsciousness.

Zhang Qiling lowered his eyes, and as he turned his head, his lips touched Wu Xie's forehead.He didn't turn his head back, but put it forward naturally, and at the same time raised his hand to put the hat on Wu Xie, so that he would not be hit in the face by the wind and snow, just like he did before.

Wu Xie's current situation is obviously more suitable to stay in the hospital, but he can't go back to the city yet.Zhang Qiling needs to keep him away from those interfering factors and ensure that he can recover in an environment free from encirclement and suppression.

They walked along the bottom of the valley for two days, and the altitude gradually began to climb, and the surrounding vegetation also increased.Zhang Qiling carried Wu Xie on his back to a stream, and the flowing water flowed down from a distance with unmelted ice and snow. Farther away were mountains covered in white snow, surrounded by layers of mist.

Zhang Qiling looked at the sky, the weather was not good these days, and the gloomy clouds were getting lower and lower.He frowned, as if this was a bad omen.

He slightly lifted the sleeping Wu Xie up, and quickened his pace a little.In order to take care of Wu Xie, he didn't walk fast. Fortunately, the bottom of the valley was almost at the end at this time, and the surrounding terrain eased a lot.

After walking a little further, Zhang Qiling found a dark shadow in front of him.

It was an abandoned mud house, made of brick and mud.He pushed open the crumbling wooden door hanging at the door. It was empty inside, only a few pieces of old furniture, and a thick layer of dust had accumulated.This seems to be a resting place for local herdsmen, but judging from the current situation, no one has been here for a long time.

Compared with that crack or tent, the conditions here are much better.That night Zhang Qiling camped here, and in the middle of the night, the wind rang outside the house.Zhang Qiling opened his eyes at the moment when the sound of the wind grew louder. He lifted the tarpaulin at the door to block the wind, and by the faint light of the charcoal fire in the room, he saw that snow began to fall outside.

It was pitch black outside, except for the light from the cracks that yellowed a small patch of rough ground nearby.The wind whimpered, swirling and swirling snowflakes into the deeper darkness.

Zhang Qiling quickly closed the door panel, and at the same time covered the tarpaulin more tightly, trying to block the air leakage gap as much as possible.When he finished these, he noticed a line of sight behind him.Turning his head, he saw that Wu Xie had opened his eyes and was watching him silently.

Wu Xie was tightly wrapped in a sleeping bag by Zhang Qiling, only showing a pale face.At this time, the light from the charcoal fire hit his face, reflecting a trace of warmth, and even softened the edges and corners of his thin face.

He looked straight at Zhang Qiling, his eyes were dull like when he first woke up, but he soon regained his clarity.Wu Xie opened his mouth, but only uttered a few vague syllables. Immediately, he realized that the wound on his neck caused the edema of the throat, which affected his vocal cords, and he was unable to speak for a short time.

So Wu Xie gave up speaking, and instead asked the person in front of him with his eyes.Zhang Qiling walked up to him, did not rush to answer, but took down the lunch box on the fire, poured hot water into a cup, and added some cold water into it.He tested the temperature, then helped Wu Xie up, and brought the water to his mouth.

Wu Xie glanced at him, as if he was thinking about something, and after a few seconds, he pursed his lips, lowered his head and drank water from his hand.

Although Zhang Qiling has helped him feed water and moisten his lips in the past few days, people who just wake up often have a strong sense of hunger and thirst.Wu Xie drank extremely slowly, he seemed to know very well that the urgency brought about by thirst would make him choke, so he tried hard to control himself, trying to keep his actions as calm as possible.

Zhang Qiling lowered his eyes, tilted the cup according to his speed, and at the same time succinctly described their current situation.In addition to the knife wound, Wu Xie also had a lot of fall injuries. Although he seemed to have made some preparations before falling off the cliff, he just landed on a piece of soft snow, and the fall injuries were not fatal.

Even so, those falls have kept him from making big moves in the short term, so for now they'll be in this place for a while.

Wu Xie listened quietly, without any other reaction, but ate a little more with Zhang Qiling's hand.Zhang Qiling touched his forehead, confirmed that his physical condition was stable now, let him lie down again, and at the same time dimmed the fire.

The house has been in disrepair for a long time, and there are some gaps in the walls. The cold wind blows in through the gaps, and the heat that is not much is taken away.Zhang Qiling adjusted his position, put Wu Xie inside, and sat in the direction of the wind.

When doing this, he felt that Wu Xie was still watching him, but when he cast his gaze over, the other party had already closed his eyes.Zhang Qiling silently helped him cover the sleeping bag, turned sideways to block the wind more tightly, and then closed his eyes.

It was snowing continuously outside, and they stayed here for several days.Wu Xie's waking time began to gradually lengthen. Zhang Qiling confirmed that his condition was completely stable, and it was only a matter of time before he recovered, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

During this time, Wu Xie was very silent.It wasn't because he couldn't make a sound, he seemed to have a lot of things to ask, but he didn't seem to know where to start, so he kept sorting out his thoughts in silence.

Zhang Qiling under the human skin mask also continued to play a taciturn and responsible guy, until one day he opened his eyes and found that Wu Xie was not in the room.

He knew that Wu Xie was at the door.Wu Xie has recovered a lot, but she still has trouble moving.When he moved towards the door with difficulty and slowly, Zhang Qiling had already noticed it.Although Wu Xie moved very slowly, his movements were very light. Zhang Qiling understood that he didn't want to disturb him, so he still closed his eyes.

It wasn't until Wu Xie sat at the door for half an hour that Zhang Qiling felt that it was too cold outside and he had stayed too long. Then he opened his eyes and got up as if he had just woken up, and walked out of the room.

The snow has stopped today, and it is rare to see some sunshine.It had been snowing for a period of time before, and at this time the outside was a vast expanse of white.Wu Xie sat on the stone at the door and smoked, wrapped in the overcoat that Zhang Qiling had put on for him. The color of this overcoat was not dark, it could even be said to be bright.

Wu Xie sat in a piece of white snow, just like a spot of conspicuous paint smudged in the white paper.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the stream not far away. His face was expressionless, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.Light passed through the gap between his eyelashes, casting a very faint shadow, and the occasional exhaled heat and smoke made his face a little blurry.

Wu Xie's clothes were not tightly wrapped, and from Zhang Qiling's angle, one could see his exposed neck, which was slender and extremely graceful, but at this time a hideous wound passed through it, with irregular stitches sewn on it, The wound has faintly begun to form darker blood scabs.

Zhang Qiling walked to Wu Xie's side.Hearing the sound of footsteps, Wu Xie turned around and raised the cigarette in his hand towards him, then pouted at the backpack in the house.He found it out of the equipment bag, Zhang Qiling didn't say much, but walked a little closer, looking down at the wound on Wu Xie's neck.

Wu Xie looked at him, squinted his eyes, put away the cigarette case after smoking one, then patted the stone next to him, signaling him to sit down.

Zhang Qiling sat next to him, Wu Xie brushed the snow in front of him, revealing the dark ground below, and began to write.

Wu Xie wrote in a beautiful thin golden script, and now the handwriting fell on the snow with a different charm.Wu Xie wrote: I have been thinking about a question these days.

"What's the problem?" Zhang Qiling asked.

Wu Xie rolled his eyes, seemed to be thinking for a while, and then he continued to write: I was wondering if there is a possibility of sudden occurrence of some impossible things.

After writing this, he seemed to feel that writing on the snow was a bit cold, so he shrank his fingers.Seeing his movement, Zhang Qiling spread out his palm to him.These days, when Wu Xie is recuperating from his injuries, he often writes and communicates directly on Zhang Qiling's palm.

Wu Xie seemed to glance at Zhang Qiling's fingers again, and then began to write on the open palm.His fingertips had just touched the snow, and there was a hint of coolness when they touched Zhang Qiling's palm.

Wu Xie didn't continue the topic just now, but very slowly stroked Zhang Qiling's palm with his fingers, and wrote a sentence: You are like someone I know.

He raised his head and glanced at Zhang Qiling, with pointed eyes, paused for a few seconds, and continued to write: But to be honest, you don't look alike.

Zhang Qiling cast a questioning look, Wu Xie let out a breath from his nose, as if he was laughing, and then Zhang Qiling felt that his fingers had exerted some force, which brought a little itchy touch.

Wu Xie wrote word by word: Probably you are a dedicated and patient care worker, and you seem to be more humane.

Zhang Qiling was silent for a moment. He knew that this topic could be over at this time, but he still raised his head and continued to cast his searching gaze on Wu Xie.

As if knowing what he was thinking, Wu Xie suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and laughed, then pulled Zhang Qiling's hand towards him, and continued to write with his mouth hooked:

The man I know, Dou Wan, is the same as you, and his surname is Zhang.

He stopped and looked up at Zhang Qiling, and the corners of his mouth were raised again, with a sense of ridicule and undisguised deliberation.

Wu Xie wrote: That man is bald.Made a mistake and went in.Now this bastard is still in confinement.

It seemed that he was suddenly in a better mood. He laughed out of his nose and continued: Of course, he is bald. You have more hair than me now. You are not bald.Can you two be the same?

After writing this, Wu Xie withdrew his hand, as if intending to end this topic.He patted the soot and snow on his sleeves, and planned to get up and go back to the house.Seeing his unsteady gait, Zhang Qiling shook his head, stood up and put his arms on his shoulders, almost carrying him into the house.

Wu Xie glanced at Zhang Qiling again, brushed his hand over the other's side face as if unintentionally, and finally put it quietly on the shoulder below.