The Glass Maiden

Chapter 39 Sifeng's Mask (2)

The mask was taken off by her, why did she rejoice instead? Xuanji remembered the event that his mask fell four years ago. At that time, he was so frustrated, and was punished by their terrible palace lord for this matter.

She moved slightly, Yu Sifeng immediately let go of her, wiped a hand on her face, and said with a faint smile: "Sorry, I was excited for a while."

Xuanji looked at his pale face incomprehensibly. Those eyes that were as clear as autumn water were brighter than four years ago. Looking at her intently, she was choked by the sight of her. After thinking for a long time, she thought that she wanted the words said.

"I took off your mask without authorization. Is your palace owner going to blame you again? Last time... did he punish you? Or you should wear it back. I, I just pretended not to see anything."

She blindfolded her eyes, and made him laugh. Xuan Ji put down her hand blankly and stared at him blankly. He slowly stopped laughing, eyes slightly bent, and raised her hand on her messy hair and said, "I'm fine. , He won’t punish me again. In the future... you don’t have to wear a mask again."

Why then? Xuanji couldn't figure it out, his mask was too strange, as if she would change. She always felt that there was something bad, but he didn't say anything.

Yu Sifeng picked up the mask by himself, put it in his hand and rubbed it for a while. It smelled of reluctance, as if he was an old friend who was about to abandon for many years. He slid his fingers affectionately on the edge, and said softly: "This mask is It is made of the bark of the undead tree of Kunlun Mountains, and it has sufficient spiritual power. Once it is put on, ordinary people can no longer take it off. Now it is time to take it off..."

He turned the mask over, pointed at it, and said, "Look, is it laughing?"

Xuanji stared at it for a while, then shook her head: "No, it's crying."

Yu Sifeng smiled and said, "I was crying before, but now I was picked by you, so I naturally laughed."

"No... it's crying..." Xuan Ji said embarrassedly. The mask was obviously a bitter face, and she was crying, but there was no laughter.

Yu Sifeng was dumbfounded for a moment, and he lowered his head to look carefully. Sure enough, the mask of undead bark had a sorrowful look of tears, the corners of his mouth were drooping, his brows were frowned, and there was no slight smile.

He himself couldn't "touch" his mind, but kept "touching" the corners of the drooping mouth with his hands, as if he was going to push it up and turn it into a smiling face.

"...Strange..." He whispered, "Never...never has such a thing happened. How could this be...how could it be..."

Xuanji saw his square inch "chaos", and couldn't help but anxiously said: "Si Feng...if he wants to cry, just let him cry...you, leave it alone, it's just a mask anyway."

Yu Sifeng's face was pale, and he whispered: "It's not just an ordinary mask...it...why did you take it off by your own hands, and it's still crying?"

"Sifeng?" She didn't know how to comfort.

Yu Sifeng was stunned for a long time, and finally he sighed, pursing his lips, and said softly: "This mask is specially prepared for disciples who abandon the thirteenth commandment of Lize Palace. After putting it on, there are only specific It will only be taken off by the person who has the right to it. It will slowly become a crying face, and unless it is taken off by that person, it will keep crying until..."

Until what? Xuanji looked at him nervously.

He didn't say anything. He turned the mask over and looked at it for a long time. Then he carefully wrapped it in a cloth and stuffed it into his sleeve. He raised his head and smiled softly at her, and said softly, "Nothing. It’s just a small punishment. Since the mask has been taken off, you don’t have to think about that much. Don’t worry.”

He is like this, and he has always been like this. As long as he doesn't want to say something, he will never say it, and no one can ask a result. He neither said what the thirteenth commandment was, nor what it meant to cry and laugh with the mask, Xuanji knew that he couldn't ask, so he could only accompany him in a daze.

Yu Sifeng himself "groaned" for a while, and his face quickly returned to normal. First, he took out the bandages from the gold-painted skin on the back of his waist. All of them were ***, spread them on the ground, and picked two more. The straightest branch waved to Xuanji, "Come here, I will bandage your bones."

Xuanji obediently gave him his right hand, smirked, and asked: "How do you know my right hand is broken?"

He hung his head carefully at the broken bone for her, his long eyelashes flickered, and he heard her whirring pain in his ear, so he said softly: "Just bear with me, it's all right."

After a while, he said: "You were injured at the time. I knew I couldn't deal with those monsters, so I took you forcibly into the lake. With the undercurrent at the bottom of the lake, I didn't pay attention when I went ashore. I stepped into this hole and fell. It's coming down. Your arm hit the ground and couldn't move. It must be a broken bone."

As he spoke, he had already bandaged her bones quickly with his hands and feet, and tied them tightly with two branches to make sure they wouldn't fall off. Then he let go with sweat on his face.

He himself broke his ribs, and he still holds it up till now. Xuanji looked at him helplessly, and he didn't give her a hand to pick up his ribs, did he just stay by and watch? She picked up her handkerchief and wiped his sweat gently. Seeing him raising her head and smiling at herself from time to time, she couldn't help saying: "I thought we were going to die, but we were still alive."

It took a lot of time for Yu Sifeng to fix his broken ribs. He was painful and tired, and he was sweating all over. He lay back, looked at the distant hole above his head, and whispered: "As long as you live, there is hope. Let me heal your injuries here. There is still water in the water bag, enough for a few days."

Xuanji had nothing to do, and her back was sore, so she lay beside him, and they looked at the bright hole with nothing to do. Suddenly she felt that someone was looking at herself, so she turned her head and looked at Shang Yu Sifeng's smiling eyes.

"Is there something wrong with my face?" She subconsciously "touched" and "touched". Girls always pay attention to looks, and she is no exception.

He smiled and shook his head, probably affected the wound, the pain was sweating again. She has always been a breezy, clean look, white clothes and black hair, skin "color" like snow, like a **** who can't eat fireworks. This fairy fell to the ground, covered in mud, his hair was like a bird's nest, and there were muddy patches on his face. Seriously, it really shocked him when he saw it at first.

But somehow, he suddenly felt that he was getting closer to her again, and he was a little pleased to think that he was the first person to see her with such a shabby appearance.

Someone once said that well-dressed clothes can only impress strangers, and that unruffled edges are a symbol of intimacy. Unconsciously, he took another step closer to her, and the illusory figure that was once on the tip of his tongue and heart was finally realized into a flesh.

"Xuanji." He reluctantly moved closer, his two heads almost smashing together, "Are you hungry?"

He didn't say that it was okay. She was hungry when she said that, clutching her empty stomach, looking down at him, nodded, "I'm hungry, but there is no food here."

He squinted his eyes and smiled, raised his hand to dig and dig in the skin. After a long time, he finally took out a steamed bun and stuffed it into her hand.

"Here, there is nothing good, only a bun left over from the day before yesterday. You can eat it."

She put the steamed bun in front of her eyes and stared at it for a long time, as if it was not a steamed bun, but a flower. Finally, she stretched out her hand to tear the bun in half, gave him most of it, and stuffed the other half.

"You also eat together." She said vaguely. When she was hungry, the steamed buns felt so sweet.

But he didn't eat it. He just looked at her with his head on his head. His eyes were like water. For a long time, when she saw her looking up incomprehensibly, he grinned and smiled critically, "I can't eat such crude things, steamed buns. Only eat from Yongfang Pavilion."

He must be too young, right...Where did the Yongfang Pavilion meat buns come from such a place where birds don't shit?

Xuanji got angry, grabbed the steamed buns and ate them all. She choked and hiccups, and finally straightened her neck easily. Suddenly she stretched out a finger and said to him seriously: "Do you know what I want to eat now?" "

"what?"

"Last time Linglong they went down the mountain and bought the bad duck feet from Qingxianglou. It was delicious and I couldn't eat anything else for three days. Now I really want to eat." The saliva was about to drain.

"What is this, do you know Liufengzhai's sweet-scented osmanthus and lotus seed soup? That's a sweet and smooth glutinous rice soup. Even if you smell the aroma, you can't help being greedy."

"Ah, I still want to eat pheasant with peach kernels."

"Then I want eight treasure ducks."

"I want to... roast venison."

"Then I want another beef noodle dish."

The two of them suddenly talked about delicious food all over the place. In such a desolate place, they finally talked about drooling and screaming more severely.

Xuanji sighed, closed her eyes, and murmured: "I...even if only soy milk fritters are available, it's good..."

Yu Sifeng waited for a long time, but when she saw that she didn't speak anymore, she turned her head to see that she was asleep, with a sweet nose. He lowered his eyes, not knowing what it was like in his heart, and finally couldn't help it, and leaned in to kiss her gently on the cheek.

"Xuanji..." He whispered the name softly, and his voice echoed in the empty cave, spreading in circles under his tongue and heart.