black pupil

Song Yan was shocked, and hurriedly hugged him to the corner and put him down, patted his shoulder and called him: "Intoxicated, intoxicated."

Shen Zui didn't agree.

His face was frighteningly pale, and Song Yan touched his forehead with his hands, but there was no trace of heat.

Song Yan rummaged through the things in the hall, found some wooden tables and benches and chopped them into pieces, preparing to use them as firewood.

After he prepared the firewood, he hurried to look through the fire book, only to realize that he didn't bring it with him when he went out.He went to search for the intoxicated Huozhangzi again, but he couldn't find it when he searched left and right, and then he remembered that the intoxicated Huozhangzi had fallen into the underground cave.

He found a thicker pillar and pulled out the "star beam" to drill, but there was no way to get fire in a while, not to mention that he was so nervous that his hands were shaking.

He tried for a while, but he couldn't get out, so he had to give up.

Shen Zui's face was already translucently white, the blue veins on his forehead were visible, and a thin layer of hoarfrost even began to form on his eyebrows.

Song Yan didn't hesitate anymore, he hugged Shen Zui into his arms, trying to warm him with body temperature.

Shen Zui was shivering from the cold, when he suddenly touched something warm, no matter what it was, he tried his best to lean towards Song Yan, like a cat rubbing against someone.

Song Yan hugged him tighter again.

But it doesn't seem to be of much use.

The frost on Shen Zui's eyebrows accumulated more and more, and even frost began to form on his hair.

Song Yan felt that he was shaking more and more, and was very panicked.Gritting his teeth, he raised his hand and began to pick off his clothes.

He took off his coat and middle coat three times and five times, and then began to take off the intoxicated clothes one by one.

His hands were crisp and sharp, but his heart was beating faster and faster for no reason. He wondered if it was too stuffy in the hall, and he felt a little out of breath.

Song Yan undid the tie on his waist for the last jacket, pulled the collar down, revealing his intoxicated shoulders defenselessly.

He has fair skin and has practiced martial arts since he was a child. The lines of his shoulders and back are tight and smooth. At this time, because of the cold, the muscles of his whole body are tense, and the lines are more distinct.

The lines of his whole body came into Song Yan's eyes, but he remained motionless as if someone had tapped his acupuncture points.

He found himself reacting.

He was stunned as if struck by lightning.

He just sat there, staring blankly at Shen Zui for a few seconds, until a thunderclap woke him up, and he suddenly reacted and turned his head away, as if it would be sacrilege to take another look.

He slapped himself hard in the heart, quickly put the jacket back on him, and hugged him tightly into his arms.

The cold air came from Shen Zui's body, and Song Yan's feverish brain finally calmed down.

The words that the man in purple said echoed in his mind, "Who said men can't like men", "A man's falling in love violates the rules of human relations", "49 arrows that destroy gods", "falling into hell forever", every word is like thunder Like knocking on his heart.

He also thought of the interested look in the purple-clothed man's eyes when he looked at him, and the two people who turned into powder in the end.

He was still intoxicated in his arms, Shakyamuni Buddha was still benevolent and smiling, and there was pouring rain and rumbling thunder outside the door.

Thousands of thoughts rushed into my mind at once.

In a daze, he suddenly remembered the first time he encountered intoxication.

At that time, he killed his adoptive father, and people around him called him "heartless" and "heartless". He was chased and beaten from one street to another, and then he couldn't stay any longer, so he left his hometown and started wandering.

He was only eight or nine years old at the time, a black-eyed child who had neither money nor strength, and could only live by begging. He was stared at all the time, had to fight beggars many years older than himself, and competed with stray dogs for food. .At that time, he felt that he was born to be a bad life that no one wanted, and he was only worthy of dying in the wild to feed the dogs, until he met Shen Drunk.

To be precise, he crashed into the intoxicated carriage.

Seeing that he had black eyes, the coachman whipped him a few times and scolded him to "get out of the way".

Shen Zui opened the curtain when he heard the movement, and sternly stopped the coachman.

Song Yan has never seen a person who looks as good-looking as him, the dough is as cute as snow, the flowers on his forehead are exquisite, and the facial features are also exquisite, so exquisite that he dare not take a closer look, he just thinks that his white clothes are like temples. Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva.

Shen Zui got off the carriage and asked him if he was okay, but he couldn't even say a word, didn't dare to look up, just stared at his snow-white boots, waited for Shen Zui to stuff a gold leaf into his hand, and then sat down. After walking away in the carriage, he came back to his senses.

He clenched the golden leaf tightly, gritted his teeth and crawled out of the pit of despair. He had only one thought, he must see this young man in white again.

That gold leaf has been carried by him ever since, and it has become something he desperately protects.

Later, when he was fighting with someone, he was shot by an arrow from the back. The gold leaf in his arms blocked the arrow for him. There was a hole in the gold leaf, so he found a thread and carefully hung it around his neck.

That gold leaf is still attached to his chest, like a cluster of flames, and also like his second heart.

***

The moment Shen Zui closed his eyes, there was only one thought in his mind - he was finished.

His cold poison must have picked such a time to attack if he was going to die, there is no hot spring here for him to recuperate.The familiar cold air began to flow out uncontrollably from the bones, and pierced the skin through the flesh and blood.Tomorrow there will probably be another ice sculpture in this hall, he thought so, and felt that his heart was colder than his bones.

His consciousness was gradually blurred, he was shaking involuntarily, his limbs were numb and stiff from the cold.

He began to dream drowsily. In the dream, he chased his brother desperately and fell down while running. His brother hid in his mother's arms. A face called him up.

Later, he didn't know if it was extremely cold, but he actually dreamed that he was leaning against the sun, and his back was warm, not the hot and humid feeling of hot spring water, but a pure dry warmth, as if he had always longed for it but always The embrace I never had.

He rubbed back and murmured "Mother".

***

It was already the second day when Shen Zui opened his eyes, he found that he had saved his life again, he was very happy, after being happy for a while, he found that Song Yan was hugging him, warming him with his own body temperature.

He has never enjoyed maternal love since he was a child. After suffering from the cold poison, he lost all his internal strength, and his relationship with his father became more and more tense. The only person who treated him well was his uncle.Being held in Song Yan's arms at this moment, a strange feeling spread.

Seeing that he was awake, Song Yan let go of his arms and went to pick up the clothes next to him to wear.

Shen Zui saw the gold leaf hanging around his neck, felt familiar, and asked him: "Where did you get this gold leaf?"

Song Yan said: "You gave it."

Shen Zui smiled and said, "When did I give you the gold leaf? Why can't I remember?"

"Of course you don't remember. Second Young Master Shen is like a money tree covered with gold leaves. I don't know how many people I have given the gold leaves to. How can I remember them all?"

After saying this, Song Yan himself felt a little awkward, so he added: "It happened when I was a child. About ten years ago, when I was eight or nine years old, I was wandering in Wannan City and ran into your carriage."

Only then did Shen Zui suddenly remember, and said: "I said you looked familiar, it was indeed an old friend. At that time I was eleven or twelve years old, older than you, you should be called brother."

Shen Zui smiled, he had no younger siblings as playmates since he was a child, and no one called him brother, so he found it quite new, "Why don't you recognize me as a righteous brother."

Song Yan seemed to be choked by something suddenly, and coughed violently.

Shen Zui said: "What's wrong with you, you haven't eaten or drank any water, you can still choke if you're fine. Come, come, call brother to listen."

Song Yan turned his head and ignored him.

Shen Zui laughed and cursed: "Little wolf boy."

Song Yan put on his clothes and asked him, "Didn't you say that the illness has been cured?"

Shen Zui was stunned for a moment, and said nonchalantly: "There is no cure, this is the cold poison of Beiming Xie family. My uncle has the title of king of medicine, so he still can't cure it."

Song Yan clenched his fists: "So, is it Xie Yun?"

Shen Zui didn't answer if he did, but said: "Song Yan, do you know that I was very good at swordsmanship when I was 11 years old, and I already had my own saber called 'Treading the Moon'. But , for a son who is not the eldest son, especially for a son who is neither the eldest son nor the legitimate son, being too good is not a good thing."

"Is what the man in purple said true?" Song Yan asked him.

"What are you talking about?" After speaking intoxicated, I remembered that the man in purple clothes said that he would not live long, so he laughed and said, "Don't listen to his nonsense. When I was 11 years old, my uncle told my father that I After suffering from the cold poison, I lost all my internal strength, and I couldn’t hold a sword or use light kung fu. Moreover, the cold poison would attack several times a year, and my skin would turn white every time. They also said that I couldn’t survive. Now I’m 21 years old. If not, live well."

"If you have no internal strength, you can still learn bone shrinking technique, you can learn 'Liufeng Glimpse', killing people may not be very good, but running away to save your life is still very good. Besides, life and death are up to fate, so care about what to do."

He said this big article because he was afraid that Song Yan would be worried, but Song Yan just gave a faint "hmm".

Shen Zui rubbed his head and said "little wolf cub".

It had rained all night and had stopped. The two of them hadn't eaten all day and were both hungry.

Shen Zui said: "Let's go down the mountain, we need to find something to fill the Wu Zang Temple." He stood up while speaking.

After the attack of cold poison, his body was weak, and he wobbled unsteadily when he stood up. Song Yan quickly reached out to help him.

"I'll carry you on my back." Song Yan said.

"No need." Shen Zui refused.

"I didn't ask you if you need it or not." Song Yan said and memorized Shen Zui.

Intoxicated and helpless, he had no choice but to let him go.