However, Qu Yunmie's attitude was not what Gao Xunzhi had imagined. Hearing Gao Xunzhi's matter-of-fact tone, he suddenly exploded: "So what if it's Xiao Rong! He doesn't think he deserves any preferential treatment, so why should I rush to give it to him! You come here and blame me, why don't you think about whether it's him who did something!"
Gao Xunzhi was stunned for a moment, and after a while he asked, "What did Xiao Rong do?"
Hearing this question, Qu Yunmie suddenly fell silent.
The charcoal fire burned silently, the lava-like flames disappeared from here and slowly lit up from there, and at the same time, Qu Yunmie's dull reply appeared: "He knelt down for me."
"When everyone else was kneeling down to beg me, he also knelt down."…………*
This is not Shengle. The military camp outside Shengle is very large, because they have stationed 400,000 soldiers, but here there are only more than 30,000, and even at the beginning there were only 20,000, so each military tent is quite close to each other.
Xiao Rong sat in one of the bathtubs to soak his feet. The soldier said that the water he brought was warm, but Xiao Rong felt that the water was scalding him. As he slowly adjusted to the temperature, he heard a conversation coming from not far away.
The words with his name in them were particularly clear because they were spoken louder.
Xiao Rong supported himself on the bed with both hands. He raised his head and looked at the soldier.
The soldier gave him an awkward yet polite smile.
Xiao Rong: “…”
He said that he didn't need the man's help and that he could handle the rest on his own. The soldier immediately felt as if he had been pardoned and turned around and ran out.
Holding the cloth that looked like sandpaper, Xiao Rong lowered his head and stepped on the water as if playing. He wanted to cry.
These two words were Xiao Rong's inner voice, and his inner voice spoke these two words in an extremely cold tone. A lot of things happened in the past few days, and a person's psychological endurance was limited, so it was normal to want to cry, and it was abnormal not to want to cry.
Wang Xinyong died. The fate he thought he had changed long ago actually returned to the starting point. He was complacent within the scope of his prediction. He was only thinking about whether Yuan Baifu would affect Qu Yunmie. So after Yuan Baifu left, Xiao Rong naturally relaxed his vigilance against him. Admittedly, Qu Yunmie was his responsibility and goal, but other people were also living people.
That's why he wanted to cry. He felt so guilty. It had nothing to do with Qu Yunmie, or what Qu Yunmie said, or that Qu Yunmie had misunderstood him.
Gradually, the water became cold. When Xiao Rong wanted to lift his legs, he found that his legs seemed to have become someone else's and he couldn't move them at all. He frowned and tried to lift them up, but he could only lift them a little bit.
Xiao Rong began to think about the possibility of sleeping like this, but if he really did so, he might become a disabled person when he woke up the next day. …
Shaking his head, Xiao Rong still struggled to lift his feet up, wiped them dry, then called the soldier to get him a basin of water, washed his face and hands, and looked at his clothes that were covered with dirt. Xiao Rong thought for a moment and decided not to take them off and just sleep like that.
It was already two o'clock in the morning. Even a night owl would feel sleepy by now, not to mention that Xiao Rong had not slept for almost two days and two nights.
After blowing out the lights, Xiao Rong walked to the bedside like a dying old man, threw himself straight onto the bed, and slept so soundly that he was almost unconscious.
A quarter of an hour later, a tall dark figure walked in.
He didn't know that Xiao Rong had heard what he said. To be honest, he felt a little regretful after he finished speaking. Why were there so many things in this world that he needed to digest? He didn't like it. He didn't like it to become complicated, to the point where he couldn't even see clearly what he was thinking. He has always been an honest person. Love is love, hate is hate. How could these two clearly distinct things be confused together?
Sitting beside Xiao Rong's bed, Qu Yunmie was silent for a while, then he lifted Xiao Rong's hand and scooped out some ointment from the porcelain bottle. He gently applied it on Xiao Rong's hand, especially those areas that became dry, and he applied another layer.
After rubbing one hand, he rubbed the second hand. After both of Xiao Rong's hands were rubbed smooth and shiny, he looked at Xiao Rong's face and felt that he was sleeping very soundly. So he slightly turned Xiao Rong's body over, and then looked at his face and ears carefully in the little light.
Looks ok, not frozen.
After the examination, Qu Yunmie's eyes moved to Xiao Rong's face again. He looked so quiet while sleeping, without those cunning eyes or those hurtful words. He lay there quietly, well-behaved and real, as if giving people an illusion that he would always be so well-behaved, lying obediently in his palm, and becoming his most cherished treasure.
Qu Yunmie raised his hand and moved the base of his palm gently towards Xiao Rong's cheek. When he was applying medicine to Xiao Rong just now, he was extremely calm, but when it came to gently stroking Xiao Rong's face while he was sleeping, he was timid.
The maximum distance he could achieve was one centimeter of air between them. So imagine what it would feel like if he could really get close to her, and what it would feel like if Xiao Rong was awake, watching him and tacitly allowing him to do so.
But that's impossible.
That one centimeter of air was a short and insurmountable barrier between them. It was his pitiful self-esteem and the last bottom line he set for himself.
It is impossible for people to keep thinking. There will always be a time to come back to their senses. After Qu Yunmie came back to his senses, he saw himself in this posture and suddenly felt a little ridiculous.
Thinking back to two days ago when I watched Xiao Rong kneel down but was powerless to do anything and didn't even dare to mention it to him, this is not just a little bit ridiculous, it is extremely ridiculous.
Xiao Rong turned him into a reasonable person, because he would think, this is how it is in Xiao Rong's eyes, they are the monarch and his subject, Xiao Rong always emphasizes to him what a monarch should do and how to show his lofty status, so he is consistent in his words and deeds and sets an example himself, isn't this very normal?
However, Qu Yunmie's nature was not so reasonable. When he was rational, he would suppress his thoughts. But when his rationality disappeared and his impulsive emotions took over, Qu Yunmie really wanted to ask Xiao Rong a question.
"Why do you never feel sorry for me?"
This low murmur echoed in the small military tent. After hearing his own voice, Qu Yunmie felt even more ridiculous. Asking for such things from others was truly the most despicable behavior in the world.
Pursing his lips, Qu Yunmie put away the medicine bottle. He helped Xiao Rong lift the quilt up, stuffed Xiao Rong's hand back, then turned and left.
Late at night, everything was quiet, even the military camp was completely silent, only patrolmen occasionally walked outside the tent. The guards looked ahead vigilantly, never paying attention to the tent behind them. Therefore, no one saw that in this small tent, not long after Qu Yunmie left, Xiao Rong suddenly turned over and lay on his side again, because in his opinion, this position was the most comfortable and warmest for sleeping.
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