Qinghan, it’s him.

I slowly walked up to him and looked at him. He seemed to be unconscious. He was just sitting there, but he seemed to be particularly uncomfortable. He kept pulling on his collar with his hands. After a while, several buttons were removed by him.

It was pulled open abruptly, revealing a large area of ​​the neck that was a little red.

That smell of alcohol came from him.

Moreover, he seemed to have drunk a lot, and he exuded an anxious and troublesome aura as if he wanted to fight with someone.

I slowly squatted down in front of him and looked straight at his blushing face. Because of the dim light and the distant fire, it looked darker, thinner, and more haggard. I don't know if it was right.

My illusion is that I am extremely tired, my cheeks are slightly sunken, and there are dark halos in the corners of my eyes.

His brows were also tightly knitted into a knot, as if there was some unsolvable knot in his heart.

I watched for a while, and finally raised my hand and touched his forehead gently with my fingertips. As soon as the cold fingertips touched his hot skin, it felt like there was a spark,

My heart trembled, and the warmth that belonged to him spread to my heart along with my fingertips in an instant.

My face seemed to be getting hot.

However, my hand did not retract because of this, it just continued to stay there, gently, gently rubbing the center of his brow.

He seemed to have felt something. The anxious look on his face slowly faded away, but a confused look like a newborn baby appeared on his face. He looked a little innocent and a little at a loss. His dry lips murmured.

She was mumbling something, but her voice was so low that it drowned out the wind, and she couldn't hear anything.

For a moment, I seemed unable to say anything, and I didn't want to do anything. I just slowly slid my fingertips, which were a little hot from his eyebrows, along the bridge of his nose, and then, gently

Touch his cheek.

He muttered twice, as if he felt something, and as if he didn't have the strength to open his eyes to look. He just fell softly into my palm and murmured: "Light..."

My heart skipped a beat, my fingertips trembled slightly, and I looked at him with wide eyes.

"Light...light..."

"..."

"Light..."

Just when I was shocked and unable to react at all, he slowly opened his eyes.

Those clear eyes were still very bright under the night, reflecting the firelight in the distance, flickering, I don’t know whether they were awake or blurry, they kept looking at me, looking at me silently, as if they were struggling to identify who I was.

Average.

I spoke with a trembling voice: "Qinghan..."

"..." He still looked at me for a while, then spoke, his voice as soft as a gust of wind, passing by my ears——

"Light...light..."

"It's me."

"Light..."

"..."

"Light..."

I realized that although he was calling me, he didn't seem to see me. The two words he repeated in his mouth were as long and far away as if they were memories from a long time ago, out of reach. Only in this way

Only when you are half drunk and half awake can you have the opportunity to touch.

I squatted in front of him and looked at him. I felt my eyes hurt a little from the distant firelight, and a feeling of wetness came up. At this time, he gently raised his hand and touched my cheek.

.

At this moment, I trembled again.

His fingers were as hot as his breath, as if there was a flame burning in the body in front of me, and it made me shiver.

But just when I was trembling, he suddenly woke up and looked at me with wide eyes: "Qing——Qingying?"

Facing his astonished eyes, I didn't know what to say for a moment, I just looked at him: "..."

The next moment, he withdrew his hand as if he had been burned.

"It's you?!"

It seemed that I had just passed out drunk outside my tent, and the person who kept calling my name was another person. When he woke up, his face looked a bit haggard and shocked, and he hurriedly struggled to stand up from the ground. I was still squatting there.

He looked at me condescendingly again, this time as if he was a little scared, took a few steps back, and turned around to leave in a hurry.

I bit my lower lip and said in a deep voice: "You don't want to see me that much?"

He didn't say anything and kept walking out.

I was still squatting there, without raising my head, and just said slowly: "If you don't want to see me, why did you get drunk and come to me?"

"..." His steps stagnated and he stopped in front.

I stood up slowly, turned around, and saw him standing in front of him, his broad shoulders trembling all the time. I walked behind him and said: "Or, you only dare to come to see me if you are drunk.

?You dare to touch me?"

"Drunk...?"

Hearing these two words, he slowly turned around and looked at me. His eyes, which were a little red from the alcohol, were as dark as the surrounding night at this moment, and they were too condensed to break. He looked at me,

An almost cruel smile appeared on his face, and after a long while, he said word by word: "I have never been so sober..."

"..."

"Look at yourself soberly, sinking like this..."

My heart skipped a beat: "Qinghan——!"

"That's enough!" He interrupted me all of a sudden. The corners of his mouth were still raised, as if he were smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes. He just looked coldly at my thickly bandaged face.

Hand: "If I am really not awake enough, then this - is enough to wake me up."

I was stunned and immediately understood what he meant, and hurriedly said: "Qinghan, this——"

"You don't need to explain." He looked at me coldly: "I don't want to hear it."

"..."

"There's no need to listen anymore."

"..."

After saying this, he glanced at me, and his blushing cheeks returned to their usual paleness and indifference. Only those eyes seemed to have something, smeared with the smell of alcohol. Then, I saw

He slowly raised his hand.

That hand, just now, had touched my cheek gently. When the thick calloused fingertips touched the skin, the rough feeling left behind seemed to still stay on my cheek, but this time

, but he didn't. An almost sarcastic smile appeared on his face, and he put down the hand.

He murmured: "I'm really drunk."

After saying this, he turned around and left without looking back.

His back quickly blended into the night.

I was still standing there, and the wind blowing from the grassland carried the coolness of the dew and the roughness of the sand and dust, and blew it over my face. It quickly dried the moisture on my face, leaving only a few dry lines.

Traces.

But I still stood there, watching where he left.

The night was so deep that it seemed like layers of thick, pitch-black curtains were surrounding me. I couldn’t push them away, and I couldn’t see the light in front of me clearly, as if they were about to swallow me up.

I don’t know how much time passed, but there was the sound of the curtain being opened behind me. Shuixiu rubbed her eyes and stood at the door muttering: "Sir? Why didn’t I see you? Why don’t you sleep well? Sir, sir

?"

She came around to me, raised her head and saw my face, and immediately said: "Sir, what's wrong with you?"

I looked down at her: "Ah?"

She hurriedly stretched out her arms and almost hugged me, feeling anxious and distressed at the same time: "Your health is obviously very poor, how can you still stand here and enjoy the breeze? What if you catch a cold?"

"..."

"Quick, come back with me!"

"..."

I was a little numb, and I stumbled back while being held by her. Just after I passed the wooden pile, I felt my feet go soft and I fell down. Shuixiu was so frightened that she hugged me tightly: "Sir!

Sir, are you okay?"

"I, I have nothing..."

I murmured, my palm scratched the sand and gravel on the ground, and it hurt a little. I was about to wipe off the sand on my hand, but when I raised my hand, I suddenly froze.

"...!"

Shuixiu looked at me and was suddenly stunned, a little strange: "Sir."

"..."
To be continued...