Small Lingzhi

The two were silent for a moment.

The fire that Lingzhi left in the cave was burning brightly. He was always afraid of the cold during these days of fear, and at the same time he was worried about chilling the injured Xiao Yan, so he kept adding firewood to continue the fire, heating up Xiao Liang's body. , but his fingertips still couldn't warm up.

Seeing Xiao Yan sober at this moment, after the sentence that seemed to be tinged with awkwardness and resentment was finished, his face, neck, fingertips, and toes spread a layer of heat with lightning speed.

Noticing that Xiao Yan's gaze was always on his face, Lingzhi turned her back, wanting to explain something to the other party, but when the words came to her lips, her mind went blank, like a wilting flower.

What to explain, he did cry for a long time.

Thinking of this, Lingzhi became more and more distraught, he was introverted, even if he got angry, he would just find a corner to stay in a corner like a rabbit, swallowing his sadness and grievances silently in his stomach.

Of course Xiao Yan couldn't see Lingzhi's appearance like this, he reached out and touched Lingzhi's shoulder.

Lingzhi pushed him, and quietly moved further away.

Seeing this, Xiao Yan stretched out one arm, and the range of movement increased slightly, which affected the wound.

His face was forbearance, he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, a short and hoarse murmur overflowed from his throat, and soon, he met a pair of wet and red eyebrows.

He was both distressed and helpless, and when he was helpless, there was an unstoppable joy in his heart.

Xiao Yan said hoarsely: "Don't cry, I'm fine."

Lingzhi pushes and hits the unbandaged place on Xiao Yan's body discouragedly, the force is so light that it can't cause any harm.

"It's about to bleed."

Xiao Yan lowered her eyes, and glanced at the few wounds in front of her body as if nothing had happened. The wounds had scabbed over, and Lingzhi was just bluffing him.

But Xiao Yan followed Lingzhi's words and pretended to be unwell. His expression was forbearing and deep. When Lingzhi became nervous, he hurriedly put his arms over and helped Xiao Liang to lie down again.

Qing Lingling's black eyes were full of worry, and Lingzhi reached out to check Xiao Yan's body temperature.

The young man's fingertips were covered with heat, which burned straight into Xiao Yan's heart.

Xiao Yan clasped his palms together, lightly grasping Lingzhi's wrist.

He was not willing to let go, Lingzhi's eyes flickered and he did not move.

There was another silence.

After a while, Xiao Yan finally said: "You have lost a lot of weight, and I have worked hard for you during the days when I was in a coma."

Lingzhi tensed her face and shook her head, staring at the hand held by Xiao Yan.

Perhaps because of the emptiness he lived during this time, when Xiao Yan grasped his hand tightly, he felt at ease.

The real touch dispelled the illusion that made him frightened in the dream.

Xiao Yan asked him, "Are you tired?"

Many evasions suddenly disappeared without a trace at this moment, Lingzhi lifted her heavy eyelids, hesitated for a moment, then nodded, and said softly: "Tired."

He had never had a good night's sleep, and the slightest movement could wake him up from his nightmare.

He looked at Xiao Yan, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why did you save me at that time..."

He was a little sad: "If only I knew how to water."

Xiao Yan said: "It's not your responsibility. In that case, even if you know the water, there is no chance of escaping."

He was worried that Lingzhi would be left alone and something would happen, so he quickly rushed up.

He just happened to catch up with Ling Zhi when he was washed away by the flood. If he was a step behind, he couldn't imagine what would happen.

At that time, at least he was able to do his best to keep Lingzhi within the scope of his own protection. It was not easy to survive the sudden natural disaster. For the first time, he felt grateful for the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

Xiao Yan knew how afraid Lingzhi was of water.

Regardless of the injuries on his body, Xiao Yan wanted to hold Lingzhi in his arms desperately at this moment.

But he looked down at his bandaged body that looked "in pieces" and felt the stubble growing from the side of his lower jaw.

Xiao Yan had no choice but to restrain herself and patted the place next to her lightly, and said softly and hoarsely, "Come up and rest."

Lingzhi's body was on the verge of falling, Xiao Yan stretched out an arm and drew it from his waist with very light force.

Lingzhi didn't struggle much, and limply followed the strength to lie on the same wooden board as Xiao Yan.

The board was just right for two people, Xiao Yan turned his face sideways, and his warm breath blew on Lingzhi's bun.

Long and slender fingers combed Lingzhi's messy locks of black hair slowly, and Xiao Yan coaxed the young man whose eyelids were constantly moving with a soft voice: "Go to sleep."

Lingzhi closed her eyes obediently, Xiao Yan thought he was asleep, but suddenly saw him open them again.

Xiao Yan's face was reflected in his dark eyes, and he asked, "Why didn't you sleep again?"

Lingzhi looked at Xiao Yan intently, and then closed her eyes again.

After repeating it several times, Xiao Yan clenched Lingzhi's hand tightly, her heart rippling and intertwined with his fingers.

"Don't be afraid anymore."

After tossing and tossing for half a night, Lingzhi just fell asleep in a state of fear after being tired, but Xiao Yan had been lying down for ten days, and now she felt refreshed.

He stared at Lingzhi's sleeping face, the boy's brows and eyes were obedient and fragile, with a little imperceptible attachment, the slender fingers clasped in the palm of his hand, gently clasped his in his sleep.

Lingzhi's weak response made Xiao Yan roll his Adam's apple, and his throat tightened.

In a trance, he seemed to be dreaming back to the days when he was rescued by Lingzhi back to the cave when the snow was falling in his Zen mind. It would have been fine if everything that followed hadn't happened.

There was no misunderstanding, no harm, no redemption that he wanted to make up for, and no clever avoidance.

But if none of those things happened, how could he meet Lingzhi?

The world says that two things are difficult, but Xiao Yan doesn't believe it. In any case, even if he was about to die, he didn't let Lingzhi go.

Xiao Yan sighed lowly, he leaned close to Lingzhi's body, wantonly letting each other's body temperature and breath pass and blend.

Gradually, he felt at ease, tired, and kept clasping the other person's fingers when his consciousness sank. Even though he was injured in embarrassment, he seldom had a good sleep.

The next day, Lingzhi woke up later than Xiao Yan.

His body was soft and his palms were warm.

The blurred and black eyes opened and closed, and the next moment they suddenly opened up, staring blankly at the face close at hand.

Xiao Yan lay on his side, he didn't know when he had taken care of his appearance, his handsome appearance was thin, with a bit of haggard injury, but he was always smiling, this haggard appearance didn't damage his beauty, he was as gentle as a banished immortal for nine days, With fireworks, it is within reach.

Xiao Yan asked, "Did you sleep well?"

Lingzhi leaned back subconsciously, and tightened her fingers, but Xiao Yan put one hand around his waist, and the other hand interlocked with his fingers, tightly pulling him back to his original position.

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Lingzhi's voice was dry, perhaps because his fingers had been in the same position for too long, and the hand that was tightly clenched with Xiao Yan was a little stiff, so that he couldn't withdraw it in time, but talked with Xiao Yan in an intimate posture.

He looked awkward, and asked in a low voice uncomfortably, "Is your injury all right?"

After his rough observation, Xiao Yan's lips were still pale, and he obviously hadn't recovered, why could he laugh so much.

Xiao Yan said: "I haven't fully recovered, but some places are more comfortable than when I was healthy."

"Oh..." Lingzhi moved the hand tightly held by Xiao Yan, "Then can you let go of your hand?"

Xiao Yan did as he said, he got up first, Lingzhi saw that he got up, so naturally he couldn't lie down any longer.

He got up slowly, his fluffy black hair messily scattered behind his back and in front of him.

Xiao Yan grabbed a strand of Lingzhi's hair, straightened it patiently with her slender fingers, and before Lingzhi avoided it, she said, "I feel much more energetic when I tie my hair up."

Lingzhi stopped her hands in embarrassment.

After floating along the flood to this place, Lingzhi was so focused on taking care of Xiao Yan that she didn't have the time to tidy up her appearance.

But when he heard what Xiao Yan said, his face became tense, and his ears were slightly red.

He hung his hands helplessly, put his fingers on his knees and pinched them one by one in turn, and asked, "Are you ready?"

The voice was a little fluttering, Xiao Yan combed his hair moderately, like smoothing a cat's fur, it was extremely comfortable, from the scalp to the back, it was so comfortable that it was numb.

Xiao Yan let go: "Okay."

Lingzhi let out an "oh", unaware that Xiao Yan was looking at his two small red earlobes.

He said: "Thank you..."

Without a response, Lingzhi turned her head suspiciously, and soon got out of bed in embarrassment and ran away.

Qianqian cave ran to the entrance of the cave in a few steps, Lingzhi's mind was full of the way Xiao Yan looked at him just now, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

He said, "I, I'm going out to find some food."

Lingzhi walked absent-mindedly along the path with lush mountains and grass, feeling depressed and clamoring.

Xiao Yan is already an injured and sick person, why should he look at him like that.

Lingzhi rubbed her face red and hot, holding a large leaf wrapped fruit in her arms, hesitantly wandered outside the entrance of the cave.

The man said from inside: "Why don't you come in when you're back?"

As soon as Lingzhi entered the entrance of the cave, the sky was bright, shining on the man on the haystack.

He pursed his lips, awkwardly, but raised his eyes to look at each other one more time.

Xiao Yan, why is he still so good-looking when he is injured.

The author says:

Late night update.

Try to get the two back together this week, and next week I can write something that adults can watch when they are in love! !

感谢在2022-06-0223:58:31~2022-06-0404:32:36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Gululu Gululu; 585878681 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!