Chapter 127 Drowsiness
People easily become tired and sleepy once they are injured, and the same goes for Bing Zhixie, but he didn't sleep for long when he was woken up by the sound of the door opening.
"Goblin." Sufina shouted softly, changed into slippers before entering the house. She saw Bing Zhixie sitting up little by little in the bedroom, and hurriedly ran over to support her: "Don't move. Don't move. Your internal organs are seriously injured. Don't move."
“No, it’s okay.” Bingzhixie said, “I just ate something, there’s nothing wrong with it.”
Sofina sat on the edge of the bed, held his back and smiled softly: "Where's the Goblin? I asked it to look after you."
Bing Zhixie glanced out the window: "The companion it was with ran away. I thought it slipped in from the wild." There are also some familiar monsters that often appear near the river in the forest of Kurantin's academy.
"Oh, forget it, this naughty little guy will be lost in everyone's home, so just buy one tomorrow." Sufina pressed his chest slightly: "You feel better ”
Bingzhi Xie nodded: "Well, it doesn't hurt that much anymore. But I feel something inside my body."
Sofina said: "Yes, your internal organs are broken in many places, so in your body Planted a few seeds of cinnamon vine , its growth can connect the broken parts of your internal organs with the main body, and it will be restored soon."
"It must have cost a lot of money." Qingyi Teng Bingzhixie has also heard of this. Plant things, because of its characteristics, it is often used It is used for medical treatment, but due to limited growth conditions, it is very rare. Generally, only the royal family or wealthy palace nobles are willing to use this kind of thing to treat injuries. The market price of one of its seeds is about 17,000-18,000 gold coins.
Sufina shook her head: "Don't worry about this, just take good care of your injuries."
"Thank you." Bing Zhixie lowered his head, he owed Sufina one more time.
Sofina smiled: "As long as you're fine. Rest, I also need to wash up and rest. I haven't slept for two days, and my skin will be bad."
"Two Oh my God?" Bing Zhixie saw that Sufina's silver hair was still dripping with rainwater. It was because of what happened that night that she became busy at work.
The sound of "swish" water mixed with the sound of rain outside. Bing Zhixie sat quietly on the bed, and the snow-white walls and every furnishing in the room came into view. His heart had never been so calm. This calm made him feel that everything he had thought and done before was too tiring. He listened quietly to the sound of rain outside the window, quietly listened to the sound of water in the room, and quietly Breathe every air here.
The pendulum clock on the wall was swinging "click-click-click", and the floor was covered with a red carpet embroidered with golden chrysanthemums, with colorful birds flying among the flowers. There is also an oil painting hanging on the wall. On the hillside, there is a windmill, three or two farmhouses, and two children sitting on the green grass, picking small yellow flowers on the ground. Bing Zhixie was touched in her heart. This painting depicts happiness, peaceful happiness. For people who are wandering and displaced, this is the happiness of home and the happiness of childhood. Looking at it, my eyes were moist.
Sofina was leaning against the door. Although she couldn't see the painting from her current position, she could see his heart from Bing Zhixie's eyes. Yes, she had already seen the content of the oil painting, and she understood what it represented. He longed for 'happiness' and 'home'.
It took a long time for Bing Zhixie to come back to her senses. When she saw Sufina, she quickly turned her face away and wiped away the tears in her eyes, not wanting to expose the fragile side of her heart in front of others.
Sophina walked over wrapped in clothes and said softly: "Things will only be lost in the process of gaining. There are some things you haven't gotten yet, which is both unfortunate and lucky."
Bing Zhixie lowered his head secretly, he understood what Sufina meant.
Sufina breathed a sigh of relief and said: "I'm going to sleep. Do you want to turn on the lights or turn them off?"
What Bing Zhixie cares about is not turning on or off the lights, but: "You Do you want to sleep here too? But here..." There is only one bed here.
Sophina laughed: "I see you are nervous. Are you still afraid that I will sleep with you as an injured person in a bed?"
"I...I didn't mean that. "
"Go to sleep, I'll sleep on the sofa in the living room. Good night." Sufina snapped her fingers, and the magic lights in the room went out, and the room became a mess. Pitch black.
Bing Zhixie didn't move for a long time, but her heart felt as if a five-flavor bottle had been knocked over. She was grateful, yet uncomfortable, and had some indescribable feelings. He has never accepted other people's care with his heart, and no one has cared about him like this. This is the first time, and this feeling makes him strange and uneasy. In the dark night, Bing Zhixie called out softly: "Sofina..."
"What?"
Bing Zhixie did not expect that her call would be so... The response came quickly. Almost as soon as the voice fell, the teacher's concerned inquiry came. Bing Zhixie fell silent.
"What's wrong with you?" The light was not turned on, but Teacher Sufina's voice came from the living room to the door of the bedroom.
After a long time, Bing Zhixie said: "I'm cold."
'I'm cold', two very simple words, was the first time that he exposed his most vulnerable side. He was sulking in the bed, and he could feel Sufina walking to the bedside with her bare feet, and a warm and comfortable hand touched his face.
Sofina could clearly feel that Bing Zhixie's body was trembling. In fact, the room was already very warm, even a little hot, but his body was still shivering, and the surface of his skin was cold.
“Can I add two more fire crystals?”
She didn’t say anything, but when Sufina tried to take her hand away, she moved her cheek, as if she didn’t want to. I wish to leave the warmth of her palm.
Bing Zhixie's head was dizzy, and his consciousness was between fuzzy and awake. He grabbed Sufina's hand and murmured: "Don't go, I... don't go... I'm cold."
This is the weakness caused by severe injury and anemia, but the words are more like spiritual weakness.
Sofina knew that a heart that had been lonely and cold for a long time was melting.
"I won't leave, I'm here to accompany you."
In my mind, pictures of these years flashed through my mind, a lonely footprint walking aimlessly, every time I came to a I don't dare to stay in any place for too long, and I don't dare to have too much communication with anyone I meet. I always protect my heart, not wanting it to be known by outsiders, not wanting it to be changed. The bustling city and the cold desert are all the same to him. He is always accompanied by his own shadow. Seeing other children laughing with their families makes me hate myself even more. It seems that joy and happiness are on two parallel lines and will never coincide. In order to reject this kind of pain, in order to stay away from such laughter and laughter, I can only make myself more lonely and unique, and fill the emptiness in my heart with strong strength. Alone, constant fighting...constant loneliness...
Sufina hugged the murmuring boy gently, her heart trembling. She could see his heart and knew what it felt like.
"I'm...cold..."
Hold her hand tighter. Sufina touched his cold skin: "It won't be cold anymore. This is your home, a warm home." She slipped into the bed and held him tightly in her arms.
“Home?”
Bing Zhixie’s heart was trembling, and she thought of the painting on the wall. Suddenly, he hugged her waist tightly and began to cry. Tears, choked sobs, and grief that he had nowhere to tell broke through his heart. The barrier of loneliness finally collapsed at this moment, and he curled up in her arms and cried loudly.
Sophie had never seen a boy cry so sadly and in such pain. How wronged he must have been, and how sad he must have been to cry out in such a heart-wrenching voice.
After a long time, the crying gradually became smaller. Bing Zhixie curled up in her arms, hugged her, and pressed against her, like a newborn child asking for the warmth of its mother.
This night he had a dream, dreaming that he was sleeping in the arms of a woman, very caring, very warm, very solid...
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(End of this chapter)