Zhao Ge: 107. Fire in the Cave

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On the Gobi Desert in Guazhou, the quicksand is moving, and the ridges of the dunes are undulating. In the evening, the rock and sand where the autumn leaves are growing, the sand piles up little by little, and it becomes another new one in the dark. dune.

The yellow sand is in the wind, overwhelming the sky.

Ye Qiusheng sits by the fire, looking at the strange weathered rocks on the opposite side through the dim light of the fire. The huge boulders in the Guazhou Ghost Town are blown by the wind for many years. The surface is pitted, but the edges of many rocks are present. A simple line that makes people difficult to understand.

The entire Guazhou ghost town is like a maze of huge rocks.

The huge boulder labyrinth is composed of various rectangular, arc-shaped, angular, and round-edged boulders, which looks cold in the night.

After nightfall, the cold in the desert covered the rocks with a hard and merciless color.

Ye Qiusheng stared at the opposite rock in a daze.

He rarely can have this kind of quiet time that can free up his mind. In fact, because of the various assignments of the old man, Ye Qiusheng spent the whole year running around the land of the twelve dynasties. Most of the time, he had to change his face and not attract others' attention.

Obviously, he was the big brother of Taishangzong, and he lived like a killer with his head tied to his belt.

Thinking of this, Ye Qiusheng couldn't help but look back at Bailishu.

Bai Lishu is also the big brother of Jiu Xuanmen. I don’t know how he lived before, but when he saw Bai Lishu, this person is also doing life-defying things all day, and now he is even more unconscious. Not awake.

Speaking of which, the big brothers of the Eight Immortal Sects are indeed not a human job.

The fire is not big, and the fire is a bit dim, so the small cave can only be half-lit. Even in the flames, Bailishu's face didn't look good. Ye Qiusheng stretched out his hand to hold Bailishu's wrist and found that his pulse was still weak, showing no signs of improvement.

"It's troublesome now..."

Ye Qiusheng leaned against the rock wall and muttered to himself.

Bai Lishu's hands are still cold.

Ye Qiusheng tilted his head and looked at the unconscious young man.

The young man was lying on the rock with several layers of clothes. Even if he was seriously injured and in a coma, the expression on his face still did not show half suspiciousness, cold and indifferent. The thin white lips were also pressed as before, showing no trace. Just like even in a dream, this person subconsciously controls himself.

Ye Qiusheng is too familiar with this reaction.

Only a guy who is always alone can subconsciously show this look, obviously injured to death, or if nothing has happened, he looks like "I'm okay, I can deal with it".

Because he is like this himself.

None of the things he did for the bad old man was easy, and everything was not very visible, so there were never any seniors and sisters with him. Even he himself is not sure whether he can survive, so why bother to catch up with his younger brothers and sisters?

Think about it, at the bottom of the Lingxing Temple in Yanmen County, Bailishu also asked his junior sisters and younger brothers to walk on the left side of the road, and stepped on the right side of the road.

Ye Qiusheng has never felt that he has any sympathy for pursuing those boundless clues alone over the years. But tonight, looking at the unconscious young man lying in the cave, he still had a face of "nothing to worry about", he suddenly felt inexplicably sad.

An unspeakable sadness.

Maybe I feel pitiful for Baili.

This kind of feeling is really terrible, because I feel pitiful, don't you even feel pitiful for yourself?

"Fuck."

Ye Qiusheng cursed lowly in annoyance, and turned his head to stop looking at Bailishu. But turning his head, he still subconsciously thought of Baili Shulan's hand.

When will people's hands be so cold?

Seriously injured, lying in an empty cave, the stalactites above his head are ticking down with cold water. He was vague, exhausted all his strength, moved to a safer place, and then completely unable to move, trance, blood soaked in the ice dregs bit by bit, so his hands and feet also cooled down bit by bit.

"Damn it..."

Ye Qiusheng raised his head and leaned heavily towards the rock behind him. He only felt that he was like a demon today, suddenly becoming a mother-in-law, mother-in-law, not decent.

With a curse, Ye Qiusheng walked into the cave with a cat waist, and reached out to touch Bailishu's forehead. It was as cold as it was in the evening, and the temperature was not as low as a living person.

The light of the fire was plated on Bailishu's face, and the young man closed his eyes quietly and coldly. In the warm fire, he still looked like he was walking outside the world, alone. The lines of the face are clearly soft.

Ye Qiusheng stretched out his hand and touched the youth.

He closed his eyes and slowly embraced the young man in his arms. Obviously it was just a very simple action, but it was extremely heavy, an indescribable sadness.

By the side of the small fire, Ye Qiusheng was going into a coma, and his body temperature was too low to hold Baili Shu into his arms. He hugged the youth, and for the first time shared his temperature with another person.

When he hugged Bailishu, Ye Qiusheng's hands were shaking.

At the moment of holding Bailishu, another picture of Ye Qiusheng appeared before his eyes:

——In the dim, damp underground cave, the seriously injured young man staggered, and fell to the ground when he stepped on a stone. The moment he lost consciousness, he worked hard into the cave and rolled again, and the dripping of stalactites fell on his face, so cold that it penetrated into the bones.

That is the cold that penetrates the bone marrow.

So the youth curled up slowly, in a damp, cold, cold-blooded cave.

Ye Qiusheng stretched out his hand and slowly hugged the young man who still had no expression in the coma, just like he was holding himself curled up in a cave many years ago through a distant time and space.

His arms trembled slightly.

He hugged Bailishu, but he felt like he was holding himself in the dark, feeling his body cold bit by bit.

The unconscious young man leaned against his arms, with long eyelashes hanging down, and getting closer to the fire, the dim light of the fire coated his face with a faint warmth.

Ye Qiusheng raised his head and leaned against the wall. For a moment, he felt that he had lived like a joke in the past years.

A ridiculous, poor joke.

In the ghost town of Guazhou, the wind is vague, and the ghosts in the deep valley are crying. The shadows of those rock castles were tall and cold. And in this ghost town where the world is three-point like hell, there is a warm fire in a small cave, and a young man is holding another young man by the fire.

In the cave.

Ye Qiusheng grinned and laughed silently, like a madman.