Hibiscus

Fusang probably had a dream. In the cramped light, she had to see the shadow that burst out by an inch of light. She hurriedly chased after it, and the light poured out of the torn mouth shrank back little by little. The figure blurred another inch, and Fusang crawled over in fright, and the light and shadow left a long imprint, which seemed to disappear when she turned her head. Slowly, waves of ink rolled up her eyes, Seeing nothing, Fusang broke out in a cold sweat,

When Fusang woke up, he saw Xihe coming in with a handkerchief. Fusang glanced at her and asked, "Where's Jiang Yun?"

Xi He frowned slightly, and kept looking into Fusang's eyes. After a long time, she said slowly, "In the backyard."

Fusang's pupils shrank, and he said angrily, "What did you do to her?"

Xi He raised his eyebrows, put the towel aside, and said calmly, "It's burned."

Fusang jumped up, and immediately took the quilt and threw it on her, "Who allowed you to burn her, you asked me."

Xi He kept looking at her in silence, the blue under his eyes was like an oil lamp covered with dust, "Jiang Yun is dead."

Fusang gave her a strange look, "She's not dead, she's not dead."

Xi He was shocked, and hurriedly held her hand to see, Jiang Yun was still lying comfortably in a coffin, "Look clearly, Jiang Yun is dead."

Fusang shook her head in pain, the warm sun shone down, and she was so bloody. In Fusang's eyes, she just fell into a deep sleep, perhaps a sweet dream.

Xihe held her in his arms, Fusang's face was blurred with tears, "It's not your fault, Ah Qing."

Fusang cried all day and all night, and sometimes he looked a little uneasy, so he would go outside to look at Jiang Yun for a few moments. Looking up at Xi He, he would ask, "Where's Jiang Yun?"

Xi He just looked at it without saying a word, then Fusang turned his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Why does she sleep a lot lately, her body will break down like this."

Xihe lowered his head and remained silent, then raised his eyes a little bit to look at her, and Fusang continued to speak on his own, "She is so pitiful, remember to talk to her more, she is so small People, that place is cold and humid, so she is not afraid." Fusang looked at the dazzling bamboo leaves in the green field outside the window again, as if its greenness could leave a mark on her eyes.

Fusang turned her eyes again, and glanced at Xi He, "She told me in her dream that bugs kept biting her, and she didn't like it. She said she liked fire."

The flames were slowly devouring, and the fireworks rushed straight up in an instant, as if they reached the sky. Jiang Yun seemed to be looking at her with a smile in the firelight, just like when we first met, she borrowed the light of the candle and dyed her eyes. A little smell of rouge, looking into her heart little by little.

Fusang has been in a trance recently, and she always asks some strange questions. She occasionally looks at Xihe and asks in confusion, "Is Jiang Yun dead?"

Xi He still didn't say a word, she watched the tea leaves floating on the water, and only concentrated on picking them up, but Fusang couldn't wait for her answer, so she asked again in a daze, "Is Jiang Yun dead?"

Xi He stopped his hand for a while, then put the teapot aside, finally raised his eyes to her a little bit, and said neither sad nor happy, "Dead."

Fusang's eyes dimmed all of a sudden, and the gray pupils became almost transparent. She just looked at it like this, as if she could look into the extremely deep blue sky.

Fusang has been recuperating recently, Xi He was by her side, and occasionally said some irrelevant words, and Fusang occasionally responded with a few words, and then she didn't have much energy and became sleepy.

Xihe went to Zhongli's to ask for medicine, and sat in her room to drink tea for half a day. Zhongli grabbed a few patches of medicine and handed them to her, "It's not like her illness will be cured in a moment."

A few pieces of tea leaves floated in the teacup, Xi He blew on it, lost interest, put the teacup down, Zhongli saw Xihe's haggard face, so he could only comfort him, "This medicine treats the symptoms but not the root cause, she can take it well If there are too many, it will not be good for her spirit."

Xi He nodded, his eyes were a little heavy and he said, "She's been emotionally unstable recently, I'm afraid she won't be able to think about it."

Zhongli tinkered with the medicinal materials for a while, and couldn't bear to say, "She is suffering in her own heart, you have done a good job, it mainly depends on how she gets out of it."

Xi He frowned, staring silently into the distance, and said with some uncertainty, "Then what if she can't come out."

Zhongli hesitated for a while, then changed the subject and said, "Is it true that Jiang Yun won't survive?"

Xi He turned the lid on the tumbler, and frowned slightly, "I went to ask Gui Jun, and he said that Jiang Yun is not in his life and death book."

Zhongli was a little puzzled and said, "Is there such a rare thing?"

Xi He nodded, "He also finds it strange that the Jiang family's fate has been changed beyond recognition since Jiang Yun was born. erased from the book."

Zhongli was still amazed over and over again, but Xihe only lowered his eyes, thinking a lot.

Xihe would stay by Fusang's side from time to time, she knew exactly what Fusang did and said, but recently her conversations became smaller and smaller, sometimes she could not speak for a whole day, just staring at her dryly, Then he closed his eyes and fell into a drowsy sleep.

One day, when Xi He fell asleep lying beside her bed, he heard a strange movement, and saw Fusang hiding in a corner, half hidden in the darkness, the candlelight shone under her skirt, and it was cut in two , Xi He glanced at her, and the words she blurted out were, "She came to look for me."

Xi He moved the candle to look at her eyebrows, and saw Fusang's eyebrows flicker, grabbed her hand, and crushed it gently, "I'll take you home, Jiang Yun."

Xi He was silent for a while, until the light in his eyes gradually went out, then he gently held those hands and said softly, "Okay, Fusang."

Fusang suddenly opened his eyes with a foolish smile, and slowly hugged Xi He into his arms.

As soon as Fusang saw Xihe coming in, he stuck to her body, chuckled and said, "In the past, you didn't like to go out very much, let's go for a stroll today."

Xi He nodded, Fu Sang made a gesture to hug her, Xi He blushed and said, "I can walk by myself."

Fusang's face was covered with a smile, without saying anything more, he bent her elbow and walked out the door with a smile on his face.Fusang also specially changed her clothes today, a long green skirt with a string of emerald palace sash tied around her waist. Every time she took a step, it swayed in an arc, swaying into the lake of Xi He's heart. There were layers of ripples.

As Fusang walked, she kicked the ground, and lightly knocked down Xi He's arms. Xi He swayed, and saw Fusang lowered his head and gently rubbed against her toes, Xi He shrank his feet again, Fusang hid her face in her hands, laughed non-stop, and looked at her with a slit eye, "Do you like it?"

Xi He didn't speak, but Fu Sang hugged her hand tightly again, flattering her, "Don't be angry anymore, I just don't want to annoy you." Xi He shook his head, took her hand again, and said helplessly "Why haven't you noticed that you are so childish?" Fusang rubbed her shoulders back and forth, "I thought you would be happier, maybe you think I'm doing something stupid." Xi He smiled, "I I'm glad you're like this, but I'm too late to be happy." Fusang tapped her lightly with her fingertips again, "I've been trying to trick me with good things, but I still think I'm like a child, just thinking I'm easy to fool." Xihe caught her She held her hand, and her smile became brighter and brighter, "You are my little ancestor, you can't be fooled."

Fusang crossed her feet, kicked her, and said angrily, "I'm getting more and more shameless." Xi He blinked and smiled like honey, "Seeing you makes me happy even if I'm not happy. "

The two talked and laughed and walked all the way, Fusang suddenly stopped, saw a red tassel on her wrist, and asked curiously, "You didn't carry this before, where did you get it?" Holding hands, some hesitated to speak, "I wear it for fun." Fusang smiled, "You are not fond of studying Buddhism, I will give you a string of Buddhist beads someday." Xi He didn't say yes or no, just She narrowed her eyes, and the warmth just now only felt half cold.But Fusang didn't seem to notice it, and said in a low voice, "I don't see you reading Buddhist scriptures today, I just pretend that you have returned to the vulgar." Xi He's eyes flickered for a moment, hesitatingly said, "You will be lazy if you think I'm cheating." She suddenly raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, "Why do you look at me so carefully?"

Fusang covered her face and cast a reproachful look at her, "It's just pleasing to the eye." Xi He gently slapped her hand away, only thinking that her complexion was delicate and charming, and she was still on the verge of talking, but he didn't feel that she was a little crazy looking at it. Fusang put his arms around her neck and pressed her down little by little, and the two of them couldn't help but stick together. Xihe kissed her lightly, and then put his arms around her slender waist, feeling like he wanted to embed her in his arms. Li just give up.When they parted, seeing her cheeks flushed and tender, she became more and more obsessed, and the two couldn't part each other for a while.

They walked along the mountain road, and when the irises all over the mountain fluttered in the wind, they released a fragrance again. Xi He took a closer look at the hibiscus, and brought a flower, which was about to be inserted into her temples. Seeing that The wiping rhyme was so white that it dazzled a little, Xihe handed over the flowers and put them in her palm, smiling meaningfully and said, "People are more delicate than flowers." Fusang gave her a reproachful look, took the flowers and carefully After looking at it, I felt a burst of joy, "What does this flower mean?" Xi He turned his eyebrows lightly, "It means lovesickness, thinking of you as before, and only you as one." Fusang smiled and pushed her for a while, "Could it be Buddhist scriptures can also teach you to talk about love, you are really more glib." Xi He's eyes lightened a little, and he could only force a smile, "I will know you when I see you, it's not what they taught you."

They walked all the way, and they didn't return home until dusk. Fusang sat on the head of the bed, and seeing Xihe's wet hair after a bath, he waved to her and said, "Come here, I'll wipe it for you." Wipe." Fusang wiped her hair little by little with a towel, and pinched it with her fingers, as if her long hair had come alive, inch by inch, between Xihe's bowed head, revealing her tender neck, Fusang brushed her fingers intentionally or unintentionally, Xihe's body trembled, but she never turned around, Fusang followed her hair down again, and the fragrance of soap came from between her fingers. When it came loose, Fusang twirled one and slowly wrapped it around her fingertips, twirling it again and again, she pulled back slightly maliciously, Xi He turned his eyes to look at her in pain, and saw The ends of her hair were gently wrapped around her fingertips, rubbing them bit by bit, but seeing her smile coquettishly, "Are you willing to look at me?" Xi He remained silent, so she simply threw away the kerchief and lightly Untying her belt, she saw her peach cheeks slightly drunk, her delicate body faded, a bay of nephrite jade, two autumn lotus petals, Fusang arched her body towards her, Xi He felt a fire in his heart, When it burst open, the pot of water was gurgling and steaming. The fire ignited more and more, but the water was sucked up little by little. She felt her mouth was dry, and Fusang touched her waist again. Xi He rubbed the soft flesh between her waist lightly or heavily, and Xi He put her down on the ground, and asked with puzzled eyes, "What are you doing?" Fusang smiled foolishly at her, "Sleep, Ah Yun." The fire in Xihe's heart was extinguished at once, and his heart was filled with coldness, but he felt a burst of anxiety in his heart, "You go to bed first." Xihe got out of bed and tucked her into the quilt corner, and backed out.Fusang stared blankly, as if looking into the depths of the silent corridor, or there seemed to be a pair of green eyes staring at it, and did not stop until his scalp became numb.