Yan all over the world

Chapter 84
My heart twitched slightly, and a deep apology surged up. It was all because I was worried about He Lanyou. I stayed in the inner room for a long time, and I really didn't know what Mu Xin would think... Suddenly I remembered that the hand that touched Mu Xin was cold, I was anxious, he must have caught a cold, right?

Walking over quickly, I stretched out my hand to touch Muxin's wrist, and my fingertips were about to touch it. He moved slightly, as if he wanted to let go, but he stopped moving immediately, and let my fingers touch his cold wrist veins.

I was startled by the abnormality of the veins in my lower wrist. I looked up at Mu Xin's complexion. His posture was not good. His skin was so cold, but his face was flushed. His body was intertwined with cold and heat, and he really had a cold.

After Han Quan was wet, he fought the snow lion again before he could get rid of it, and then blew a cold wind for a long time by the window in this deep Kunlun valley—he thought he was made of iron?

I looked at Mu Xin's face, his face was still hidden in the flickering light and shadow, the outline was clear and clear, but his expression was far away, and the brilliant starlight sprinkled in his eyes that were hard to understand, his eyes were more intense than the sea of ​​stars. Few.

I lowered my eyes, my heart was ups and downs, but I couldn't tell him what happened just now, it was He Lanyou's secret, how could I explain it?Tell Mu Xin that things are not as you imagined—but I know that the more you explain in such a hurry, the more misunderstandings will be deepened.

Let the time fade away!
I grabbed Mu Xin's arm, and said firmly, "You are suffering from a cold, come in with me."

She was about to drag him into the room to get rid of the cold poison, but she heard him say slowly: "Huai Su."

The voice was calm, and there was even a faint smile.

I looked up at him in astonishment.

There was no emotion in Mu Xin's tone, and he slowly raised his finger to point to the sleeping buildings outside the window: "Look, it's so late at night, so many people must be dreaming, but they don't know that their dreams are colorful. Or colorless, happy or sad, dreaming of separation or reunion, dreaming of possession or loss.”

My heart was shocked, and the fingers that grabbed his arm loosened one by one.

Mu Xin still didn't look at me, and with that bewildered smile, he whispered softly: "Recalling the past, drinking on the West Pond, how many joys there are every year, don't come and send a book, it's better to meet each other than usual. early."

"Anwen Jinjin dreams tonight, the moon is bright enough to cross the rivers and lakes, lovesickness, don't ask how to decide? Love knows that after spring is gone, can you control the flowers?"

The latter voice was clear and firm, with a rich tone, but it was answered by Fang Qi who came in with tea.

I looked back at Fang Qi, she didn't look at me, she put the tea on the table one by one, and said indifferently: "Chao Chongzhi's words are beautiful and rhyme, but they are too sad."

I bit my lip and remained silent. Mu Xin was blaming me. After seven years of separation, I didn't send a single book. We finally met each other, but the love has already fallen. "It's not as good as before."

As for Fang Qi, she was much more straightforward than Mu Xin, so she simply read out the second half of what she really wanted to say for him: I would rather meet each other across the rivers and lakes in my dream than ask how lovesickness is. destiny?

Fang Qi Bingxue is smart, and Mu Xin is thoughtful. They all think that because of He Lanyou, Mu Xin's spring is gone, and his true feelings, to me, have passed away like falling flowers.

It turned out that in their hearts, I was so indifferent, cold and selfish.

what is this?
Anger welled up in my heart, almost like that day when Muxin misunderstood me, and walked away without explaining anything, but then I remembered that I was in a dangerous place, and the mighty power of Helan Xiuchuan hovered above my head like a ghost, Intentions are not good for me, but here, the master is poisoned, Fang Qi is weak, Mu Xin is cold, He Lan is injured, the situation can't be worse. Falling apart is really not the work of a wise man.

With a sigh, I slowly said: "Dreams are nothing more than the heart, they are just the subtle manifestations of the state of mind. Dreams gather or disperse, gains and losses, it only depends on the dreamer, how to look at this world. I am very interested in reciting poems, so I will also take advantage of the drunken man's waves to wash the sand and share it with everyone."

"Wishing the wine to the east wind, and being calm together, weeping Yang Zimo, east of Luocheng, always hand in hand at that time, traveling all over the fragrant bushes. The gathering and parting are in a hurry, and the hatred is endless. This year's flowers are better than last year's red, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be better. Who do you know? same?"

The room was quiet for a long time. Fang Qi sighed softly: "I hope that the east wind will not leave you lightly, and there will be another branch of spring. I will also see the place where we traveled together in the past, a clear song and flowers turning into snow. Life is full of bitterness and hatred. In a hurry, it is better to have flowers blooming every year, who will enjoy this fragrant bush together?"

I looked at her with some surprise, not only because of her ability to write poems easily, but also because of her consonance, and I understood what I meant: life is full of bitterness and hatred, and we must always cherish the present moment, gathering and parting endlessly , and shared this joy every day.

These are words to persuade them, but they cannot persuade myself. Mu Xin's infatuation and sincerity, and He Lanyou's desire to be close but far away have already twisted my heart into a twisted rope. Between two affectionate and helpless peerless men, they don't know how to keep each other from getting hurt.

What can I do when advancing or retreating, separation or reunion have become harm?
I can't even fully understand my own heart, how can I expect to feel the thoughts of others?
Mu Xin was still silently drooping his eyes and thinking about his thoughts. I saw his faint expression, and my heart moved.

It is actually very easy for him to forget the current depression.

With a wry smile, I said directly: "He Lanyou told me just now that He Lanxiuchuan wanted to harm me."

Sure enough, he immediately forgot his sadness, raised his head and said hurriedly: "What's going on?"

Jin Xie, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly opened his eyes, and shot them brightly.

In front of Fang Qi, I didn't want to reveal my identity and the entanglements of the current imperial family's conquest, so I had to assume that it was because He Lanxiuchuan and He Lanyou did not get along with each other. Holding Mu Xin's hand, he let out some genuine energy, and slowly helped him drive away the cold poison.

Both Mu Xin and Jin Xie listened carefully, and didn't even notice what I was doing. After listening to me, they all looked serious. Is it three days?"

I nodded with a wry smile.

(End of this chapter)