[Basic three] Help, wait for me

Nan Jiu agreed to take him home, but she thought she couldn't let him go back in such a dirty state.He wrapped Mo Zhichen carefully in a cloak, carried him on his back, and walked towards Jiangjin Village.

After finally walking to the entrance of Jiangjin Village, Nan Jiu was a little exhausted, his hands were sore and he didn't hold him tightly, and Mo Zhichen slid off his back weakly. Fell to the ground.

The gravel ground was very uneven, Nan Jiu took Mo Zhichen in and apologized repeatedly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"

I couldn't move anymore, so I had to hug him and rest for a while.

No one paid any attention to him, but he talked to himself, "You used to hug me before, but I must eat more in the future, so that I can hug you when I am strong."

The sparse villagers looked at him curiously. They saw that the face of the person in his arms was as pale as paper, motionless, and his exposed hands and feet were stained with dried blood. They could tell that it was a corpse, a corpse that had just died. , while he was still talking to the corpse.

They pointed behind him, Luo Dao has not been peaceful in recent years, they have seen a lot of people like this, they are just sad because of the death of their relatives, and there are not a few who can't accept the fact and go crazy.

Finally, a gray-haired aunt came over and patted Nan Jiu on the shoulder, "Young man, my condolences are in order, the dead cannot be brought back to life, so let's go to the ground sooner for peace."

When Nan Jiu looked up, he was a little dazed, as if he couldn't understand the meaning of mourning, but after hearing the second half of the sentence, he raised his hand to stroke Mo Zhichen's half-length hair, and replied with a smile, "Well, is he dead?" gone."

The woman was taken aback by his smile, and she came to her senses for a long time. How could anyone laugh while hugging a dead body? She didn't know whether to ask or not, but she couldn't help being a little curious, so she asked cautiously, "He...is your enemy? "

Nan Jiu shook his head, "He is my lover."

Lover, what a charming title, probably only when Mo Zhichen is dead can he call him lover so blatantly, but Mo Zhichen will probably never hear it again.

That's not bad, he has so many nasty words, he dare not have the cheek to say them out, now no matter what he says, no matter how much he says, Mo Zhichen will not refute or reject him, he will only listen lightly.

The woman thought he was insane, so she didn't intend to go any further and turned around to leave.

"Ma'am," Nan Jiu stopped her suddenly, "Can you lend me a basin of water and a pair of clean clothes? I want to wash him up so that I can take him home."

The woman looked at the corpse and hesitated for a long time, but it is human nature, and she couldn't bear to refuse such a request. In this troubled world, there are too many such poor people. If I lend him a basin of water today, those who beg for water in the future will become I can't even tell myself.

Kindly took him home, when the woman's son saw Nan Jiu carrying the corpse, he immediately lost his temper, scolded him for being unlucky, said that he was going to bring dead air into the house, and firmly refused to let him in.

Nan Jiu didn't speak, just listened to his scolding, and occasionally sprang out a sentence or two of obscenity, Nan Jiu didn't seem to hear it, but turned around and whispered to Mo Zhichen hanging on his shoulder, " Look at how patient I am."

After making a noise for a long time, the old woman finally said to him in embarrassment, "Only the firewood room at the back can be borrowed from you, and the clothes are probably only from my deceased old man."

Nan Jiu nodded and thanked her, "The firewood room is fine, and the clothes are also fine, thank you Ma'am."

After fetching water and collecting clothes, Nan Jiu closed the door of the firewood house. There was no window in the small room, thin light came in through the crack of the door, and the air was filled with the smell of decayed and dead wood for many years.

Nan Jiu carefully peeled off Mo Zhichen's dirty clothes from the wound. The wound soaked by the rain was a little swollen, while the shallower one was congealed. The deep wound was still bleeding, especially the blood hole on the chest. The sticky feel made Nan Jiu tremble.

He scrubbed gently, as if he was afraid of hurting him, but he knew that even if Mo Zhichen's head was removed now, there would probably be no response.

He told himself over and over again that Mo Zhichen was already dead, and he couldn't die any more. Seeing so many knives, so many holes on his body, and so many pieces of skin blackened by poison, it would be unreasonable for such a person not to die. up.

Nan Jiu wiped every inch of his body, meticulously like a Buddha statue, until he cleaned up Mo Zhichen, then tore his bottom shirt into strips, tied up his wound, and then put it on for him Put on that old gray shirt.

Mo Zhichen lying on the ground was still so handsome, no matter what he was wearing, no matter what his expression was, Nan Jiu thought he was good-looking, but now he was paler and looked lifeless.

So he bit his own finger, and lightly daubed the red on his fingertips on his lips. The white skin and red lips felt too bright, and sure enough, Mo Zhichen was still as good as before, with warmth, He is blood-colored, and his chest is always warm. What he does most often is to caress the top of Nan Jiu's head and call him "Ah Jiu".

Nan Jiu wiped off the red on his lips, "Mo Zhichen, please call Ah Jiu again, your voice is so beautiful, if you can't hear it in the future, I'm afraid I will chase you to listen to it."

When the light and shadow changed, it reflected on Mo Zhichen's face as if he was angry.

After being quiet for a long time, Nan Jiu smiled to himself, "I'm lying to you, I won't die. If you don't want me to die, I won't die." Until you come to tell me, until you call me Ah Jiu again, I will I've been waiting for you like this, until you can't bear to let me live again.

He pressed against Mo Zhichen's forehead, and smiled to himself, not knowing what he was talking about, nor what he wanted to say, but he felt that there were too many things he didn't tell Mo Zhichen, and Mo Zhichen also hid too many secrets refused to tell him.

So what can he do, Mo Zhichen is so stubborn, so stubborn that he lost his own life, does he have to lose his life to hear his truth.

"I'm tired, can I rely on you to sleep for a while?"

Nan Jiu asked him this question, but without waiting for an answer, she slowly lay down beside him, with her head resting on his shoulder, and one arm around him, just like the posture of holding him to sleep every day, just closing her eyes and resting .

He was still beside him, and there was still a faint fragrance of Longjing tea in his breath. The only difference was that it was colder, no matter how warm it was, it would not warm Nanjiu's hands and feet that were always cold.

An hour later, the old woman saw that there was still no movement behind her, and when she knocked on the door to inquire again, the small woodshed was empty, without any sign of anyone coming, only an empty basin was placed in the middle of the room, A small ingot of broken silver was placed in the basin.

After walking out of the woodshed, the old woman just sighed softly and forgot about it within a few days.

Nan Jiu walked around with Mo Zhichen on his back, he was a little dazed, but he still remembered that he was going to send him home.Someone on the road kindly asked him where he was going, and he only answered Yangzhou, to Zangjian Mountain Villa. When others showed him the way, he nodded, but he didn't go in that direction at all.

He didn't sleep, just walked forward blindly, he didn't hear what others said.

When he came back to his senses, it was already a few days later, but he himself didn't remember how long it had passed, and he didn't know where he had gone. Looking up, it was not the freshness of Yangzhou, but it was still gray-brown land, reddish The sky is so desolate, as if it has never walked out of Luodao.

Not too far away, there is a half stone tablet obliquely inserted on the ground, with Luoyang engraved on it.

Luoyang, he went the wrong way.

He wasn't discouraged either, but he was too exhausted to walk anymore, so he hugged Mo Zhichen and leaned against the stone tablet to rest.After resting for a while, he suddenly remembered something, gently lifted the cloak, checked Mo Zhichen inside and out, and confirmed that there was not a single corpse spot, let alone any signs of rotting, before wrapping it up again arms.

His cold face pressed against Nan Jiu's neck, but he hugged Mo Zhichen even more tightly. After a long while, he said to himself and laughed in a low voice, "Mo Zhichen, what good food did you eat before, embalmed? The work is so good, I was afraid that if you can't reach the hidden sword, you will die, what will you do?"

"It would be great if you were like this all the time, and never corrupted." Then he would not send him back, but always carry him, no matter how heavy, no matter how far away; so that Mo Zhichen is his and will always be with him By his side, no one will come to tear you apart.

"How wonderful..." Nan Jiu murmured.

"He won't be corrupt, at least not in the near future." A crisp girl's voice sounded beside her.

Nan Jiu shook her eyes to look for the source of the sound. Seeing that it was just a little girl, she didn't show any expression. She thought she heard a joke, no corpse would last forever.

The little girl bent down to look at Nan Jiu's face carefully, and suddenly exclaimed, "Ah! Why is it you?"

Nan Jiu didn't want to talk to her, and just hugged the "corpse" in her arms.

The little girl was a little unconvinced, and said awkwardly, "Why are you still alive, who cured you?"

Nan Jiu couldn't understand what she was saying, so she just pulled down the cloak covering Mo Zhichen's head, fearing that he would be bored.

Mo Zhichen's face was revealed, and the little girl started to scream again, "Ah! Why is it him?"

Nan Jiu still ignored her.

But she screamed even louder, "I saw him last time and he was fine, what happened today? In Kunlun..."

In the end, she ignored her, and she just wanted to talk endlessly, until Nanjiu's last remaining good temper was worn away. The inexplicable sadness, coupled with the continuous days and nights of trekking and hunger and cold, all became depressed. When he got angry, he burst out all of them, staring at her and shouting, "What the hell are you going to do?!"

The little girl was startled for a moment, then she giggled and said, "You still know how to get angry, which means you're not stupid yet."

"You are stupid!" Nan Jiu still yelled at her.

"If you're not stupid, why didn't you respond?" The little girl stood with her waist pinched, shaking the bone flute in her hand, "I told you he won't be corrupt——"

Nan Jiu wanted to reprimand her for being unreasonable, but her mind went blank after being shocked by the second half of her sentence.

"—because he wasn't dead at all."

Nan Jiu straightened up suddenly, and asked her in surprise, "What do you mean by that sentence just now?!"

"Which sentence just now?" The little girl smiled, and the bone flute in her hand made a beautiful flower gesture.

"You said he's not dead?"

The little girl nodded, "It's not dead!"

"Don't be joking!" Nan Jiu said sharply.Mo Zhichen obviously couldn't breathe, his body was cold, and he didn't respond no matter how he was called, how could he not be dead.

"I won't lie to you, he's still alive, even though he's dying." The little girl's tone was very affirmative, with a kind of confidence that one couldn't believe.

Nan Jiu couldn't react to this sudden surprise for a long time, and stayed on the spot, just thinking that such an unreasonable thing really happened, he is not dead, he is really alive...

"Last time I couldn't save you, I'm very ashamed," the little girl looked down in her pocket for a long time before she took out a small box, "You Central Plains people talk about reciprocity, today I will save him and return it to you gone."

Nan Jiu heard her talking in a mess, her accent was strange, and she even used strange idioms. It took a long time to understand that she was trying to save Mo Zhichen.

"What is this?" Nan Jiu watched her squatting beside Mo Zhichen, tinkering with the small box in her hand.The box opened with a snap, and a wisp of frosty mist slowly dissipated. Nan Jiu could clearly see a snow-white bug lying inside.

Nan Jiu couldn't believe it, could it be... Gu? !

She pulled out Mo Zhichen's hand, and snapped the exquisite box into his palm, and when she took it back, the snow-white bug had disappeared, leaving only a tiny white spot in Mo Zhichen's palm.

"Ice Silkworm Gu." The little girl spoke after retracting the box.

The cold silkworm condensing silkworm Gu, such a miraculous move, such a miraculous Gu, can only be the Ice Silkworm Pulling Silk of the Five Poison Sect.

"Are you... Wudu?" Nan Jiu was very happy. She didn't wear obvious Wudu costumes, so he always thought she was just a little girl who liked to make fun of others and trouble others.

"That's right," she replied after confirming that the planted Gu worms were working, "Oh yes, my name is Tuyi."

It didn't take long for Nan Jiu to feel the breath on the side of his neck. Although it was faint, Mo Zhichen was indeed breathing, and each breath was more obvious than before. He was alive, indeed alive.

Nan Jiu, who had been holding back all the way, finally couldn't restrain the surging emotions in his heart, and suddenly burst into tears, holding Mo Zhichen in his arms, wiping his nose and tears on the cloak that wrapped him , crying is called a shocking weeping ghosts and gods.

Not long after crying, he started laughing again, laughing wildly, with tears all over his face, holding Mo Zhichen's face and kissing him many times, scolding him while laughing, saying what Baling wanted to scold him Thinking about it all, he threw it at Mo Zhichen.

This erratic energy made Tuyi back several steps in fright.

For a long time, Mo Zhichen still didn't wake up, and there was no improvement except for that weak breathing, but Nan Jiu was still very contented, and could laugh out loud just hugging him.

When Nan Jiu finished crying, laughing, scolding, Tuyi was going to hug her too sleepy and fell asleep, and woke up after a nap, seeing Nan Jiu happy, although I felt very disappointed, I was very sorry for him , but still poured cold water on his head, she said, "He's not alive yet."

"...he will die soon."

Nan Jiu just felt that God must be playing tricks on him.