temperature
Qin Lan was probably choked and didn't say a word. He stood in front of the door quietly for a while, then turned around and closed the door from the inside.
Tao Yu seemed to see Xiao Yingzhu's expression and laughed. He took a step back from Qin Lan and said something as he opened the door.
"Okay, is this the first time you've seen him standing there speechless and pointing fingers at someone because of teasing? I'm leaving first. You stay here and look after Miss Jiang."
The voices died down as she stepped out of the threshold and closed the door. Jiang Nian's thoughts floated in the water, as if being pulled by someone. The gurgling water beside her ears faded away, and a faint buzzing sound pierced her eardrums. Finally, everything returned to silence.
The dormitory was quiet, and the scent of sandalwood mixed with the sound of running water outside filled the room.
Outside the south window, the sound of the snowmen flapping their wings passed by the edge, there was a sound of empty bamboo forest at the foot of the mountain, and the plum trees were rustling with fine white snow.
Jing Zuo lingered beside Jiang Nian, and her infinitely expanded senses retracted into her body. The pillow was cool, fragrant and soft. She tilted her head slightly inward, and her hair, which was warmed by her neck, fell from her collarbone and gently brushed across her cheek.
Her blurred vision came into focus again, and the surroundings were empty and quiet. She supported herself on the bed with one hand, raised her hand and checked the back of her head.
The butterfly tassel hairpin was taken away.
The soft hair was gently gathered around the shoulders. Jiang Nian lifted the curtain on the side of the bed and looked around outside. Xiao Yingzhu sat on the chair beside the table with her head propped up. She raised her eyes slowly. When their eyes met, they both fell into strange silence.
After looking at him for a moment, she suddenly realized that her current state was disheveled hair and pajamas. Looking at his beautiful and simple face, Jiang Nian's hands reacted faster than her brain. With a "swish", her body subconsciously stepped back, and the curtain was instantly pulled back to its original position by her.
“…”
Dead silence.
Just like Guizhi's mathematics and Xu Bo's ABC, the trade winds became as silent as a taciturn, indifferent and cold man overnight.
There was only a veil of white in his eyes, blocking out any vision except the curtain. Seeing that the curtain was still swinging, and there was irreversible silence inside and outside the curtain, Jiang Nian closed his eyes in despair, raised his hand to support his forehead, and silently broke down his defenses in his heart.
She had just woken up and never expected that Xiao Yingzhu would be in such a quiet dormitory.
Why didn't anyone tell her?
Now he had seen it again, and the curtain was pulled back. He couldn't even pretend to be dead. No matter how he thought about it, he felt that pulling the curtain open again would be fatal. In an instant, his toes could dig out the suffocating silence for thousands of miles from Pingzhou to Cangjun.
The people outside didn't make any movement and couldn't hear any sound.
Jiang Nian's body was stiff with embarrassment. He moved his hands that were supporting his back. He first fixed his hair temporarily, then looked back at the bed. He didn't see the coat he was wearing here. He couldn't use it as a shawl temporarily, so he took a deep breath and pulled open the curtain as if he had no choice.
There was a pot of tea on the table. When Xiao Yingzhu heard the sound of the curtain being drawn open, her eyes moved over calmly without any change in her expression.
"woke up?"
The imagined embarrassment did not come. Jiang Nian looked away inexplicably feeling guilty. His throat felt a little dry, so he coughed before speaking.
"Well, are we inside the sect now?"
The scenery outside the south window is beautiful with green mountains and clear water. Outside the house is a secluded path leading into the woods, with mottled stone slabs and blue bricks. The mountains in the distance are surrounded by clouds and mist, giving the place an appearance of being isolated from the outside world like a paradise.
Xiao Yingzhu's expression didn't show. He stared at her face for a moment, as if observing her complexion. After confirming that everything was correct, he responded nonchalantly, picked up the bamboo kettle from the table, and poured water into the wooden cup.
There were wooden clogs under the bed, and someone had put a pair of white silk socks on his feet. Jiang Nian lowered his head, lifted the hair that was blocking his view, found the clogs, put them on, and walked towards the table.
Xiao Yingzhu changed into a thin dress today. The snow-white and clear sleeves were set off by the dark pattern of the moon in the lake on the cuffs. She looked as bright and cold as the moon, like a banished immortal.
Still thinking about the unspeakable embarrassment just now, Jiang Nian did not dare to look up at his face. He just lowered his eyes, and the only thing he could see in his field of vision was his fair chin and the slender hand with distinct knuckles that was extended to him.
The soft and light agarwood fragrance seemed to have a bit of crispness, and it became stronger when he stretched out his hand, lingering in his nostrils as if to entice him.
She felt her heart beating wildly, and she intentionally or unintentionally avoided Xiao Yingzhu's fingertips. She carefully took the wooden cup, whispered a thank you, and then quickly turned her eyes away.
The south window of the dormitory is clear and bright, and the sky here seems to remain unchanged. I feel that it is afternoon, but the sky seems to have just reached the hour of Si.
After lying in bed for a long time, Jiang Nian's legs felt sore when he stood up. Holding the wooden cup, he looked at the sky outside the window, walked a few steps to the side, pulled a chair and sat down.
After a brief handover, the room fell silent again.
On the other side of the round table, Xiao Yingzhu's gaze returned to the letter. The sound of turning pages was not loud, but it was clearly audible.
After a moment's silence, Jiang Nian was hesitating whether to tell about her dream. Xiao Yingzhu seemed to notice her gaze, paused while looking at the letter, and then raised her eyes again.
“…”
The two looked at each other in silence for a moment. She lowered her head and silently looked away from Xiao Yingzhu, looking at the wooden cup in her hand.
The water in the wooden cup is clear turquoise, and the surface of the water is crystal clear, as pure and flawless as jade. If you are not careful, a red fish will appear.
She shook the wooden cup, tilted her head slightly, and asked subconsciously:
"Is this tea?"
Xiao Yingzhu's eyes were calm as he moved towards the source of the sound.
"Cooked water."
Boiled water?
Jiang Nian did not hide her puzzled and stunned look, and looked dazed. Xiao Yingzhu glanced at her and explained in a light tone that sounded nonchalant.
"Whatever color the reflection on the water is, that's the color it will be when it blooms."
"Ah?" Was this water scooped up from the lake?
Hearing this, Jiang Nian looked up in surprise, forgetting his previous discomfort, "Then the water won't change color even if it's boiled?"
Xiao Yingzhu didn't know what he was thinking about. He looked at her for a long time before looking away meaningfully.
"Won't."
"?"
Observing his reaction, Jiang Nian hesitated slightly.
Why do you feel like you've been cheated?
Xiao Yingzhu's reply was too outrageous. She looked away, half believing and half doubting, and tasted the water in the wooden cup.
The taste of the water is indeed the same as the plain taste of boiled water.
The warm water warmed her whole body. Comparing the inside and outside, she slowly realized that the temperature here was not like that of summer, but more like that of early winter.
The warmth in his body contrasted with the slight chill in the room. He felt cold after sitting on the wooden chair for a while. Jiang Nian lowered his eyes for a while, thinking of the question he should have asked at the beginning. He raised his eyes and saw Xiao Yingzhu's indifferent look, and hesitated for a moment.
After taking a look at his expression, she found that she really couldn't tell what was going on on Xiao Yingzhu's face, so she had no choice but to ask, "How long have I been sleeping?"
"Half a while."
The scene in the dream was so long that Jiang Nian had the illusion that he had slept for three days and three nights, but he didn't expect that only half a day had passed.
Although she was a little surprised, Jiang Nian did not dwell on the time difference for too long. She raised her hand to stroke her cold arm and returned to the main topic that she should have asked at the beginning.
"That 'ferry'..."
Xiao Yingzhu closed the letter and raised his head, his expression indifferent, with the hidden emotions in his eyes barely perceptible.
"Tao Yu said you weren't feeling well and needed to recuperate for a day."
When he asked the topic, he didn't expect that the answer would come back to his body. He would be the one who failed at the critical moment. Jiang Nian felt speechless and embarrassed for a moment. He didn't dare to meet Xiao Yingzhu's indifferent eyes. He raised his hand and touched his cheek which was starting to feel hot, and his eyes involuntarily moved away.
"……Feel sorry."
Xiao Yingzhu didn't ask a single question about her inexplicable coma for a whole day, and even postponed her trip to Cang County for a day out of consideration for her health. The more he took care of her like this, the more uneasy she became.
The reason why she fell into a deep sleep inexplicably might be related to her time travel, but she couldn't tell her yet.
It seems that postponing it for one day will not change anything based on the current intelligence, but who can predict what butterfly effect will occur due to the postponement of this day?
Xiao Yingzhu curled her knuckles. At this moment, the letter paper on the table had been received. She naturally noticed Jiang Nian's expression when she raised her eyes.
Seeing her annoyed expression and her answer, he knew exactly what she was thinking. After a moment of silence, he smiled, his brows slightly raised with a hint of casual amusement.
"What are you sorry for?"
…
Unexpectedly, Xiao Yingzhu would do this. Jiang Nian turned his eyes again in surprise, and his beautiful and clear face immediately appeared in his pupils.
Xiao Yingzhu's appearance was so beautiful that it was hard to look away. She was leaning her head, and the black and red pendant on her earlobe reflected on her fair neck, like a bright flower in spring, which made her even more stunning.
Jiang Nian was dazzled by the charming appearance, and then noticed the mischievous smile that flashed across his dark eyes. He was stunned by the guilt and felt hesitant to speak.
“…”
After recovering from his shock, Jiang Nian spoke in a silent and calm tone.
"Xiao Yingzhu."
The laughter from the other side was a bit pungent. Xiao Yingzhu had a faint smile on his face, and he casually raised and shook the hand that was supporting his chin, as if to express surrender.
"Wrong."
Realizing that Xiao Yingzhu was teasing her, Jiang Nian was about to reply to him, but then she realized that the atmosphere was gradually becoming more and more ambiguous.
Perhaps because she couldn't think of any words to cleverly avoid this atmosphere, or because he was teasing her like a child, she opened her mouth and was speechless for a moment.
The two of them were silent for a moment in the dormitory, as if they had calmed down their playful nature. He put down his hand and stood up straight, glanced at Jiang Nian's fingertips, and changed the subject casually.
"It's getting late. We have an impromptu meeting soon. Go get some rest first. Okay?"
Jiang Nian's ears felt numb from the upturned ending tone of his voice. He just responded and then glanced down at the letter on the table.
The letter seemed to have been forgotten by Xiao Yingzhu and was not taken away. Jiang Nian raised his head and was about to call him, but when he looked up again, he didn't see anyone.
“…”
Is there something urgent?
The fingers stretched out on the table had already touched the white letter. Jiang Nian felt the smooth texture, paused, and withdrew his hand.
The light in the dormitory remained the same as when she first woke up; even the angle of the sun hadn't changed.
Noticing that her thoughts overlapped with the actual scene, she tilted her head.
The picturesque scenery outside the window was like a scroll of ink splashed on it. This scene, which seemed to exist only in dreams or paintings, now appeared vividly before her eyes, invisibly attracting her forward.
Jiang Nian gathered her clothes and walked to the window.
Is it really as she thought, that the weather here will not change?
I raised my hand and touched the edge of the window frame. It felt cold, not like glass, nor like the window paper in Huanchao.
Jiang Nian poked it curiously again, and a faint fragrance came around her. She was focusing her attention on the window frame, her shoulders sank, and she lightly put on a coat.
Jiang Nian paused with his fingers touching the window frame and looked down.
It was the same one I wore yesterday because I was afraid of the cold night.
The clothes draped over her shoulders didn't feel like they were being touched by her fingertips at all, as if someone had deliberately avoided them.
She subconsciously looked back, but Xiao Yingzhu seemed unaware of her actions. She walked to the table naturally, picked up the letter, held it in her hands and folded it inward.
The combed black hair highlighted the owner's flawless profile. Xiao Yingzhu saw Jiang Nian still standing in front of the window in a daze, and sighed with a helpless smile.
"Qin Lan has something to tell us later. Jiang Nian, go to bed early."
He didn't stay any longer. After he finished speaking, he left the dormitory.
Jiang Nian watched the door close and the figure outside the window fade away, then lowered his head to look at his hands.
The fingertips turned red due to the cold.
The sound of flowing water around can be heard again, bringing peace and tranquility.
Jiang Nian walked back to the bed, lifted the curtain, thought of something, and turned to look at the table.
There were only two wooden cups in the bamboo kettle.
Because of the low temperature, the kettle that was just warm has lost its temperature.
...How long did Xiao Yingzhu wait?
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