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Chapter Sixty-Five

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    The overwhelming earthquake finally subsided, and the torrential rain of sand and rocks flowed into the cracks in the ground, and finally calmed down.

    A choking smell of gunpowder smoke was blown by the north wind whistling "Woo-woo", echoing among the empty walls.

    Yang Jin fell on the ground and got up from the pile of rubble. His limbs, which had been tensed for a day, had already lost consciousness. He coughed up blood, and forced himself to raise his head.

    The surrounding area is very quiet, too quiet.

    He saw the person lying under the boulder almost at a glance.

    Wen Qian was only about ten feet away from him. Yuelan's long skirt was covered with thick dust, and her left leg was completely submerged in the iron-green silhouette of the mountain rock from the knee down.

    Can't see anything clearly.

    For a moment, Yang Jin's mind went blank, and he didn't even know what he was thinking. It wasn't until she heard her faint coughing sound from close at hand that he suddenly came back to his senses.

    Wen Qian tilted her head with difficulty and shook the ashes on her face, finally opened her eyes, but bumped into an unkind boulder in her blurred vision, she was in a daze for a long time to react, and opened with a helpless smile.  He said, "My leg seems to be full of disasters this year, and it never stops. It gets worse every time."

    "When I go back, remember to take me to worship the god of fire, and then go to worship the Tathagata of the Western Paradise I don't know, the gods and Buddhas in the sky are full of opportunities every day, so I don't know if there is any time"

    Yang Jin didn't speak, only her soft to faint voice could be heard all around.

    Wen Qian was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "You think I can still dance?"

    For a moment, his heart felt as if it was cut open by a sharp knife, and it hurt like a needle prick.  Yang Jin stood up a little unsteadily, rushed to the boulder, lowered his head and took a sharp breath.

    Wen Qian saw the muscles all over his body tense up quickly, and the healed knife wound suddenly opened. She regretted saying that, and hesitated to stop: "Yang Jin, the wound"

    Before he finished speaking, he let out a low growl, and the rock that stood still did shake slightly, and then, bit by bit, he was pushed away from the spot with brute force.

    She didn't feel sad until this time.

    Yang Jin didn't even have time to catch his breath, he quickly squatted down beside Wen Qian, and carefully lifted her up.

    She was very cold, her hands and feet were cold, and her lips were almost bloodless. Even so, Wen Qian reached out to touch his cheek, raised her head and leaned into his arms, as if she was a little greedy for the temperature of his chest.

    Yang Jin held her hand and put it lightly on his lips, not daring to look at her legs, he just gritted his teeth and turned his face away, and took advantage of the situation to wrap her arms around his neck, carrying her on his back gently and quickly.

    He pursed his lips and said nothing, so Wen Qian could only lean on his shoulder obediently, watching him quietly.

    After being exhausted for a day and a night, Yang Jin's steps were still steady. He seemed to be afraid that he was not steady enough, so he worked up every step with 12 points of energy, his face was cold and calm.

    After walking the other end of the tunnel, it suddenly became clear that the exit was so close.

    Wen Qian always felt that he hadn't seen the outside world for a long time. After walking so far in the dark cave, it was still dark when he came out, and the undulating mountains and trees in the distance were all dark and unidentifiable.  .

    Yang Jin lowered his head without saying a word, and walked with her on his back.

    She didn't know where her surroundings were.

    He didn't say anything, so she stopped asking.

    The bleak wind is mixed with the cold rain of deep winter, which is fine and cold, but it can't wet the clothes.

    Wen Qian looked up for a while, then looked down at him, and said softly, "Actually, I didn't tell you."

    "When I first saw you, I hated you."

    Yang Jin paused, then continued to move forward.

    She thoughtfully looked back on the past: "At that time I felt like you were a person who didn't understand style, didn't like oil and salt, and didn't know how to be sympathetic to others, and you could say three words with one sentence"

    "I, Wenqian, grow up so big, I still know how pretty I am. When I was singing on the stage, how many people looked at me with fascinated eyes It's not like you haven't secretly looked at me  ,Right?"

    He remained silent.

    "Don't deny it, I saw it at the music workshop that day." She smiled, "So, I thought you were no different from those people at the time, at most you could be considered a passable-looking hypocrite."

    The sky was not bright, but probably because he was used to the darkness, Wen Qian could clearly outline Yang Jin's sharp eyebrows at the moment.

    "But later, after being together for a long time, I realized that it didn't seem like that.??, but he didn't just laugh it off like usual.

    Yang Jin's movements were very gentle, as if the absurd pouring method never existed a long time ago, the hot and soft lips passed the slightly bitter medicinal juice from between the teeth, taking care of her dry body  throat.

    After releasing her, Yang Jin wiped off the water stains on her lips with his fingers, took another sip, raised her chin to feed her, and then took another sip, doing the same thing.

    A series of coherent and skillful actions made Wen Qian forget to care about the pain of her feet for a while. After drinking the whole bowl of medicine, she got a chance to breathe. She raised her sleeve to cover her mouth, and said with a flattered smile: "Why are you so good today? Okay?  Habit."

    He probably opened his lips to say something, but in the end he didn't have the thought to joke with her, so he just asked, "Would you like some water?"

    "I want to drink." After Wen Qian replied, she put her hand on her right leg and tilted her head to watch him work by the stove.

    The surface of the old tea stove is uneven, and the teapot has been tilted into an arc. If Mr. Yang sees it, he will probably be unhappy for a while.

    Yang Jin scalded the rough tea bowl with boiling water three times before pouring the clear tea into it. She didn't smell the tea fragrance, maybe it was plain water that was too weak to taste, but she actually felt that this kind of light aroma was also surprising.  smells good.

    When Yang Jin sat back, Wen Qian leaned over and shaved his side face, and said softly, "Why, I was the one who was injured, why do you look more uncomfortable than me."

    The tea bowl was still in his hand. After hearing these words, Yang Jin didn't hand it over, but just looked at her fixedly, "Trust me, it can be cured."

    Wen Qian was startled, and then saw him continue: "Grandpa has been on the battlefield for a long time, and he has encountered countless injuries that are more serious than this one. My hand was broken in the past, and he healed it. Your leg must also be injured."  It can be cured, trust me."

    He said "it can be cured" several times in a row. Wen Qian could somewhat sense the uncertainty in his heart from these words, and first smiled: "Okay, it can be cured."

    Then he said with relief: "Actually, it doesn't matter if it can't be curedit doesn't matter, I have more than this cooking skills, such as pipa, yaozheng, konghou, I can"

    Before she finished speaking, Yang Jin suddenly interrupted, "But I want to watch you dance."

    He gritted his teeth, and tightened the rough quilt of the bed, "But I want to see you dance."

    Wen Qian looked at him with frowning eyebrows, and the corners of her lips pressed down several times almost uncontrollably. When Yang Jin raised his head and was about to speak again, she suddenly cupped his face and kissed him gently.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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