People tend to get tired and sleepy easily after being 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 in the bedroom sitting up little by little, and hurriedly ran over to hold her up: "Don't move, don't move.
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."
Sufina sat beside the bed, held his back and smiled softly: "Where is the Goblin? I asked it to take care of 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 magical beasts that are friendly to people by the river in the forest of Kurantin's academy.
"Oh, forget it, this kind of naughty little guy will get lost in everyone's family, so just buy one tomorrow." Sufina pressed his chest slightly: "Do you feel better?"
Bing Zhixie nodded: "Well, it doesn't hurt that much anymore. But I feel something inside my body."
Sufina said: "Yes, your internal organs are broken in many places, so I planted a few seeds of the vine in your body. Its growth can connect the broken parts of your internal organs with the main body.
It will recover soon.”
"It must have cost a lot of money." Qinghui Bingzhixie has also heard of this kind of thing, because its characteristics are often used for medical treatment. However, due to the restriction of growth conditions, it is very rare and is usually only available to the royal family.
Only rich nobles in the palace would be 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 anymore, just take good care of yourself."
"Thank you." Bing Zhixie lowered his head, he owed Sufina one more time.
Sufina 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 days?" Bing Zhixie saw that Sufina's silver hair was still dripping with rainwater. One day it was because of what happened that night, which made her busy at work.
The sound of water swishing mixed with the sound of rain outside. Bing Zhixie sat quietly on the bed. The snow-white walls and every furnishing in the room came into view. His heart had never been so calm. This kind of calm made him
He felt that what 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 breathed every air here.
The pendulum clock on the wall is swinging 'click-click-click', and the ground is covered with a red carpet embroidered with golden chrysanthemums. Colorful birds fly among the flowers. There is also an oil painting hanging on the wall. On the hillside, there is a windmill and three
Two farmhouses, 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.
For me, this is the happiness of family and childhood. My eyes are moist as I look at it.
Sufina 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 read the content of the oil painting, and she understood what it represented.
What, he longs 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.
Sufina walked over wrapped in clothes and said softly: "Things will only be lost in the process of gaining. If you haven't got something yet, it 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 light or turn it off?"
What Bing Zhixie cares about is not turning on or off the lights, but: "Are you sleeping here too? But here..." There is only one bed here.
Sufina laughed: "I see you are nervous. Are you still afraid that I will fight for the bed with you, an injured person?"
"I...that's not what I meant."
"You go to sleep, I'll sleep on the sofa in the living room. Good night." Sufina snapped her fingers, with little bits of magic floating around her fingers. The magic lights in the room immediately went out, and the room became dark.
Bing Zhixie didn't move for a long time, but his heart felt as if a five-flavor bottle had been knocked over. He was grateful, yet uncomfortable, and had some indescribable feelings. He had never accepted other people's care with his heart, and no one had ever cared about him like this.
It was the first time, and this feeling made him strange and uneasy.
In the dark night, Bing Zhixie called softly: "Sofina..."
"What?"
Bing Zhixie did not expect that her call would be answered so quickly. Almost as soon as her 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' was a very simple word, but it was the first time that he exposed his most vulnerable side. He was sulking in the bed, and he could feel Sofina walking to the bedside with her bare feet, and a
Warm and comfortable hands touched his face.
Sufina could clearly feel that Bing Zhixie's body had been trembling. In fact, the room was already very warm, even a little hot, but his body was still trembling, and the surface of his skin was cold.
"Can I add two more fire crystals?"
She didn't say anything, but when Sofina tried to take her hand away, she moved her cheek, as if she didn't want to leave the warmth of her palm.
Bing Zhixie's head was dizzy, and his consciousness was between blur and clarity. 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.
Sufina knew that it was a heart that had been lonely and cold for a long time and was melting.
"I won't leave, I'll stay here with you."
Pictures of these years flashed through my mind, of a lonely person walking aimlessly, not daring to stay in any place for too long, not daring to communicate too much with anyone I met, all the time.
He protects his heart, unwilling to let outsiders know it, and unwilling to let it be changed. For him, the bustling city and the cold desert are all the same. He will always only have his own shadow accompanying him. When he sees other children with
The scene when my family is laughing 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 and stay away from such laughter, I can only let myself
More lonely, more unique, filling the emptiness in the soul with powerful strength. Alone, constantly fighting...constantly lonely...
Sufina hugged the murmuring boy gently, her heart trembling. She could see his heart and knew what it was like.
"I am cold……"
Her hand tightened. Sofina touched his cold skin: "It won't be cold anymore. This is your home, a warm home." She slipped into the bed and hugged him tightly.
, held in his arms.
"Home?"
Bing Zhixie's heart was trembling, and she thought of the painting on the wall in her mind. Suddenly, he hugged her waist tightly and started crying. Tears and sobs, and the sorrow with nowhere to express broke through her heart. The barrier of loneliness finally broke through.
He collapsed at this moment, curled up in her arms and cried loudly.
Sufina had never seen a boy cry so sadly and in such pain. How wronged he must have been, what kind of sadness he had to cry such a heart-wrenching voice.
After a long time, the crying gradually became quieter, and Bing Zhixie curled up in her arms, hugged her, and pressed against her, like a newborn child asking for the warmth of its mother.
That night he had a dream, dreaming that he was sleeping in the arms of a woman, who was very caring, very warm, and very secure...