Ling'er took out the flint from the outer pocket of his night clothes and squatted by the fire to light a fire.
The moment the flints struck each other, the cave became bright.
"Don't light the fire" Qingfengxia hurriedly stopped.
Ling'er didn't listen to him and lit the fire. The flames swayed and illuminated everything in the cave.
Seeing that Ling'er refused to put out the fire, Qingfengxia had no choice but to move to a dimly lit corner with difficulty.
Qingfeng Xia looked a little weak. His upper body was weakly leaning on the stone wall, his right arm was hanging weakly, and his left hand was covering his right upper arm. Ling'er remembered that it was exactly where he was injured last time.
Ling'er had never seen Qingfeng Xia look so weak. Ling'er was about to ask about Qingfeng Xia's injuries when he accidentally caught a glimpse of a large pool of bright red blood where Qingfeng Xia had been sitting. The blood stains extended all the way to his current position.
Ling'er felt anxious and hurriedly got up and walked towards Qingfeng Xia. As soon as he got closer, the strong smell of blood hit his nostrils.
Qingfengxia was startled and wanted to stop him again.
Ling'er said urgently, "You are losing a lot of blood, let me help you stop the bleeding." After saying that, Ling'er ignored Qingfengxia's wishes, pulled away his left hand, and moved forcefully.
Qingfengxia looked at the blood on the ground and thought, "No wonder I felt so dizzy all of a sudden. It seems that I pressed lightly."
Seeing that Qingfengxia didn't object anymore, but After closing her eyes and letting herself heal her injuries, Ling'er relaxed her movements. She pulled up Qingfeng Xia's sleeves and saw that the white sleeves inside had all been dyed bright red, which made her heart twitch.
Linger was really shocked when he untied the bandage that was heavy with blood. This is not at all an old wound that has not healed, but a situation where the wound has just healed and then split, and then healed and split again.
Looking at the newly torn marks on the wound, Ling'er asked heartbrokenly, "Is it because you were trying to save me that the wound was torn like this?"
Qingfengxia opened his eyes. He glanced at his wound and said casually, "No, it was like this before."
"You lied, this is obviously a newly torn scar," Ling'er said sadly, while feeling sorry for Qing'er. Feng Xia stopped the bleeding.
"It's just a bigger crack." Qingfengxia said softly, and then closed his eyes to rest.
"You" Ling'er felt moved and guilty. She wanted to say something grateful but couldn't. This was a feeling of gratitude that could not be expressed in words, and Ling'er shed tears silently.
Ling'er skillfully bandaged Qingfengxia's wounds and rearranged his sleeves.
Qingfengxia opened his eyes and said, "Thank you, girl."
"No, I should be the one to thank you," Ling'er said softly.
"Girl, you don't have to be so polite." Qingfengxia said with a smile.
Ling'er suddenly thought of something and asked, "Why didn't you use herbs to stop the bleeding? Can such a big wound just rely on pressure to stop the bleeding?" She remembered that Qingfengxia also relied on pressure to stop the bleeding on the day when his right arm was injured.
Qingfengxia did not answer, he leaned against the stone wall and closed his eyesrepose.
Ling'er thought that he would be dizzy after bleeding so much, so he advised, "It will be more comfortable if you lie down and rest."
Qingfengxia did not open his eyes. He shook his head slowly.
Ling'er walked to the opposite side of the fire and sat down, quietly accompanying Qingfeng Xia.
Looking at Qingfeng Xia, Ling'er suddenly thought of Qi Yang, who also used his injured arm to pull himself onto the boat that day. Although several days have passed, the scene is still vivid in my mind, just like yesterday.
I don’t know how long I thought about it, but Ling’er looked at Qingfeng Xia again. He seemed to be so tired that he fell asleep.
The night wind slowly blew into the cave, and Qingfengxia curled up subconsciously.
Ling'er knew that this was a normal reaction after losing too much blood, so she wanted to move the fire to his side.
Unexpectedly, Qingfengxia opened his eyes as soon as Ling'er moved a little. He glanced at Ling'er in confusion before gradually waking up.
Ling'er said apologetically, "I think the night is getting colder, so I want to move the fire over."
Qingfengxia shook his head and refused, so Ling'er had to give up.
"What should I do in the cold weather at night?" Ling'er felt a little worried. Suddenly, she thought that Qi Zhai was nearby, so she said to Qingfeng Xia, "I have a friend living nearby. I will go to him to borrow a thin blanket. Please be patient for a while." Without further ado, Ling'er left after saying that. cave.
When Linger returned to the cave, the fire was still burning, but Qingfengxia had disappeared.
Ling'er didn't go into details about why Qingfengxia left without saying goodbye, because she kept thinking about where Qi Yang was in the middle of the night. Could it be that he didn't even return home to hide from her?
Because he was thinking about Qingfengxia and Qi Yang, Ling'er stayed up all night and looked tired early in the morning. She came to Qizhai as a habit, and didn't feel surprised that she didn't see anyone. Then she went to Qingfeng Inn.
The "Feng'er" people gathered here earlier than usual, chattering about the story of the Qingfeng Xia who made a big fuss at the Qin Martial Arts Hall last night and rescued the weak woman.
Gongsun Qian and the others were rarely absent, so Ling'er sat silently on the side, listening to the girls recounting all the bad things Qin Liu had done in the past years, and praising Qingfeng Xia's brave and fearless chivalrous behavior. . The good and the bad, the good and the evil, form a sharp contrast, which further highlights the tall and heroic image of Qingfengxia.
Ling'er couldn't help laughing to herself when she thought that she had once suspected that Qin Liu was Qingfeng Xia. Ling'er thought that Song Jian once said that Qingfengxia was the embodiment of justice that brought hope and courage to the people, and she felt more and more justified.
“But how many hardships are hidden under the surface of this glory, few people know.” Ling’er sighed in her heart, “Even Feng’er doesn’t know that the great hero they call will He collapsed weakly in the cave in the middle of the night, stained with blood on the loess."
Ling'er couldn't help but think of Qi Yang again, who would think of a man who seemed so powerful in the past and his undetectable pulse. , that cold-as-iron body temperature is connected together
Ling'er scratched her head in frustration., why did she think of Qi Yang again? The man who avoided her like a snake and a scorpion.
The "Feng'er" people were talking about the women captured by Qin Liu. They were all poor orphans who had lost their parents. If Qingfeng Xia hadn't rescued them from the pit of fire, there would still be many women in this world. Who cares about their lives
Ling'er then remembered Luo Mei and wondered if they could go home safely in the morning. Thinking of this, Ling'er said goodbye to "Feng'er" and wanted to visit Luo Mei.
"Sister, please do it." A little boy in dirty clothes ran up to Ling'er and bowed down to beg.
When Ling'er saw the little boy, who was about six or seven years old, coming out to beg, he felt pity and hurriedly took out some broken silver and gave it to him.
The little boy was surprised and happy when he got the broken silver. He knelt down and said gratefully, "Thank you for your kind sister."
"Little brother, get up quickly." The child didn't mind that the little boy was covered in dirt and helped him up. The attentive Ling'er discovered that although the clothes on this little boy were dirty and torn, they were made of excellent materials. He should have been born in a wealthy family, but how could he come out to beg?