When Wen Shi looked at him, he could neither tell the truth nor make an excuse. He could only say: "I don't know."

He paused for a while and then said: "You haven't slept either."

Xie asked and said "hmm".

"Why?" Wen Shi asked.

"What?" Xie asked, maybe he didn't hear clearly.

"Why can't I sleep?" Wen Shi said.

He obviously didn't make any noise, so he wouldn't wake anyone up in the middle of the night.

Xie Wen didn't answer immediately. He just looked at Wen Shi, paused for a moment, smiled and said, "Obviously I'm asking you, why did you turn into asking me in return?"

When he lowered his eyes, the light in his eyes was very shallow, as if his eyes were covered with a layer of glass mirror, and all kinds of emotions were hidden behind that light, giving people the illusion of deep affection.

But in fact, he looks at flowers, trees, or even a stone with the same look.

You know this when you smell it.

But in the dead of night, with no one else to think about, he suddenly felt a little lazy and stood for a while with that look in his eyes.

The cicada hiding in the tree of someone's house woke up early, and let out a long-drawn cry, which was heard from afar. When he heard it, he blinked and looked away from upstairs.

The Coke can was covered with a layer of water mist, and the condensed water droplets slid down his fingers. He pinched the mouth of the can and took a sip without taste.

When he swallowed the coolness, he suddenly said: "Because you can see everyone clearly, but you never mention yourself."

I have thought about this many times before, but never said it.

There is no reason and no occasion.

Maybe it’s too late tonight, the illusion is too strong, and it’s easy to make people impulsive.

It was very quiet upstairs, Xie Wen didn't say anything.

Wen Shi didn't raise his head again and couldn't see his expression. He was probably a little surprised by this rambling sentence and didn't know how to answer.

If the dust of the past was gone, Xiaoxiao would have passed away. The current Xie Wen may be the same in the eyes of others. From ancient times to the present, apart from changing his name, nothing has changed.

Wen Shi had been used to seeing smiles like that since he was a child, and he didn't expect there would be any follow-up after saying this. Tonight, this was probably the only thing between the two of them.

He took two more sips of the cold Coke, crushed the can, and was about to throw it back to the room. But suddenly he heard footsteps upstairs.

Not a moment later, footsteps came down the stairs, passed through the living room, and stopped behind him.

Wen Shi was startled and turned around, seeing Xie Wen standing a step away from him for a while, and finally walked down the steps of the courtyard and walked to the white plum tree.

He probably didn't sleep at all. He didn't even take off his shirt. Only the hair on his forehead fell a little, giving him a somewhat lazy and private look.

Wen Shi was holding the drink can and watched him stop beside him: "Why are you coming down?"

There was a wind passing through the courtyard, and the white plum branches were swaying gently. When Xie Wen didn't look at it, he just stretched out his fingers to support the swaying branches, and then said: "I don't know."

It is obviously a very simple three words, but it contains some inexplicable things.

When I heard it, my heart suddenly moved.

"How could you not know?" he said.

The courtyard was quiet for a while, and then Xie asked, "I don't know everything clearly."

This was still a conversation they had never had before, so some of the illusions were a little deeper.

"So what about you, why are you standing here looking at the trees in the middle of the night?" Xie Wen then turned to look at him, "You still look unhappy."

"Miss you Mr. Shen?" He glanced at Bai Mei in front of him and paused slightly between words. Maybe he was not referring to Shen Qiao alone, but to an old friend.

Wen Shi didn't know how to answer, so he simply skipped the question: "I'm not unhappy."

"Then you've been frowning here?" Xie Wen curled his index finger and tapped the center of his eyebrows with his knuckle.

When heard: "Habit."

He said this, but subconsciously relaxed his eyebrows. There was still some ice drink in the aluminum can, but he didn't drink it. He lazily turned the wet mouth of the can with his fingers. From the corner of his eye, he saw Xie Wen looking up at the moon. .

Songyun Mountain used to be beautiful at night. When the moon was full, the pine forest all over the mountain seemed to be covered with a layer of silver frost. When the moon was thin, bright stars would be all over the top of the mountain.

But they had never seen it like this - standing side by side, looking up at the sky in the silence where no one spoke.

When he heard about it, he remembered the message from Zhou Xu and suddenly asked: "What were you like when you were a child?"

There was no warning about this question, and Xie Wen was really stunned for a moment.

It may also be because no one has ever asked him this question. His disciples do not have the courage and would not have such curious thoughts. After all, in their eyes, the master seems to be born with a wide robe and sleeves, and a vague immortality. appearance.

As for the other people... they haven't even seen his face, so how could they have the chance to say these words.

Even Wen Shi had never asked before, because he knew that for the other person, being a child meant that he had not yet embarked on his later path. At that time, he should be living somewhere, with parents and relatives, and ties to the world.

That is really such a personal matter that no matter how close the relationship between master and disciple is, it will never be touched.

But today, Wenshi suddenly wanted to give it a try, even though he might not get any answer.

As expected, Xie Wen didn't speak.

He just withdrew his gaze from the horizon, and when he looked at Wen Shi, his expression was complicated for a moment. But that look was fleeting. When he turned away and looked at a certain point in the distance, his expression had returned to its calm normal state.

Such silence should be expected, but there was still a hint of subtle disappointment when I heard it.

He was about to say, "Just pretend I didn't ask," or change the topic directly, when he heard Xie Wen say, "It's been too long. If you don't mention it, I won't remember it clearly."

He didn't ask Wen Shi why he suddenly asked this, as if he knew everything.

"When I was a child..." Xie Wen paused for a long time, his voice warm and vague in the night, "I was never tired of having good clothes and good food, and my body was not diligent and I could not distinguish between grain and grain."

I was stunned for a moment when I heard it.

Xie Wen's loose hair around his forehead swept across his eyes in the night wind. He squinted and turned to look at Wen Shi: "Why is this expression so unexpected?"

It was indeed a surprise. But this surprise may be more due to the fact that he did not expect Xie Wen to really answer.

When he heard the words "good clothes and good food", he actually had a picture in his mind. If the person who once had a wide robe and big sleeves, leaning against the white plum tree with his arms folded, took off the wind, dew and frost that he wore for a hundred years, He does look a bit like a young man.

If she were younger, she would still be a Zhilan Yushu when she was a teenager.

When I heard about it, I thought about those pictures, but I said, "Don't you have any advantages?"

If this was asked by a relative or disciple, it would be really treasonous. But Xie Wen just raised an eyebrow and said: "Yes, I often give people money, and studying is not bad, but -"

I took a sip of Coke while I was listening and waited for his next words.

Xie Wen said: "It's just a flower stand."

When I heard it: "What do you mean?"

"I know everything from the book, and it's clear and logical. But after the book came out, I turned my back on it." Xie Wen said half-truth: "It's easy to hurt me. You can point to the heartbroken grass and say it's honeysuckle, and I can immediately

Give it a recipe, fry it carefully and drink it."

When I heard it: "?"

Xie asked: "Then it's time to prepare the coffin and cloth at home."

When hearing: "..."

Xie asked: "Maybe you need to prepare some cinnabar."

He glanced at him when he heard it: "What are you doing?"

Xie Wen calmly said: "It's such an unjust death. It's easy to swindle the corpse."

Wen Shi silently swallowed the iced Coke in his throat and thought about the scene for a moment. He wiped the corners of his lips with the back of his hand and tilted his head.

Xie Wen was quiet for a while, then asked in a deep voice: "Are you laughing?"

When he heard it, he turned around and said, "No."

"Yes." Xie Wen said.

He didn't recognize it when he heard it: "Did you see it?"

"I saw it." Xie Wen looked away from his face, tapped his Adam's apple with his index finger, and said, "It's moving here."

His original intention may have just been to expose someone's harsh words, but when he heard it, he suddenly lost his voice and subconsciously pinched his Adam's apple.

His skin is very white, but it is not soft. Even under the moonlight, he still has a sharp beauty. His neck is very thin, and the raised line of his Adam's apple is unusually obvious.

After kneading it for a few times, it will turn red.

The topic came to an abrupt end, no one spoke again, and the atmosphere in the courtyard was instantly tense. After a while, someone seemed to wake up in the room, and the sound of slippers could be heard faintly, like a taut string being plucked.

.

He raised his eyes when he heard it.

Xie Wen turned to look at the living room, as if he was listening to what was going on there. After a while, he turned back and asked, "Aren't you happy yet?"

"No." Wenshi said.

Xie Wen said "hmm" and said, "Then go back to sleep."

They walked through the living room one after another, and when they reached the stairs, Xia Qiao came out of the bathroom in a daze, with hair like a chicken coop, and his fingers were scratching his belly through his T-shirt.
To be continued...