Silent Lover 2 (Tanhua) - Chap 65
Chapter 65 What kind of person is he?
Song Liqing was emotional, and was blown by the cold wind again, coughing violently until his throat had a sticky smell.
Jun Qiyu stepped forward and patted his back, and Song Liqing opened his hand.
“Do not touch me.”
Song Liqing fell powerlessly on the sandy ground. He lay down, the cold eroded his body, and the whistling wind and sand blew past his ears. He looked weak now, who could he hate?
“Mr. Li…”
Jun Qiyu picked him up, leaned on the sweaty horse’s belly, and sat down beside him.
He broke off a small piece of naan bread and brought it to Song Liqing’s lips, but Song Liqing turned his head and refused to eat it.
“You have to save your strength to hate me, you have to eat.” Jun Qiyu said softly.
Song Liqing didn’t open his mouth.
Jun Qiyu had no choice but to say again: “If you are like this, I will feed you mouth to mouth.”
Song Liqing took a deep breath, Jun Qiyu could do this.
Song Liqing took the initiative to eat the naan cakes with water, lest Jun Qiyu would do anything wrong again.
“That’s right.”
Jun Qiyu watched him finish eating, and swallowed.
In fact, this is what they have left of dry food and water.
He entered the desert in a desperate mood. Across this desert is the Tianshan Mountain, the sacred mountain believed by the people of the Western Regions. He has already found it. The last time he found the cistanche was at the foot of the sacred mountain.
Based on his knowledge of the Western Regions, they would be able to reach Mount Shen in about two days. The food and water were just enough for Song Liqing, so it would be no problem for him to starve for two days.
When he arrived at Silimu Lake at the foot of Shenshan Mountain, where the water and grass were luxuriant, he could hunt wild animals.
Song Liqing stuffed his stomach, his current energy could not support such running around, and he fell into a drowsy sleep.
Jun Qiyu lay down, asked Song Liqing to hide in his arms, and used a cloak to keep out the cold, and the two of them fell asleep next to the sweaty horse.
At night in the desert, although there was no snow or ice, it was bone-chillingly cold, and the wind was sharper than a knife. Jun Qiyu added dry firewood every hour to survive the long night.
The next day, when Song Liqing heard voices and bells, he got up subconsciously, but was pushed down by Jun Qiyu and covered his mouth.
“Hush—” Jun Qiyu whispered in Song Liqing’s ear in a hoarse voice, “It’s a horse bandit.”
After speaking, Jun Qiyu kicked some yellow sand to bury the remaining ashes of the campfire, covering most of the gray smoke.
On the other side of the sand dune, a group of camels passed by. At first, Jun Qiyu thought it was Pei Xingxu chasing them, but after a closer look, they were not wearing the uniforms of Loulan soldiers.
Jun Qiyu looked at them carefully, and it was impossible for them to be a caravan, because they had no goods, only some cattle and sheep, and spurred a few slaves to move forward. These people were all armed with weapons, and they looked ferocious, most of what they were doing was murder and robbery.
There are many bandits in the Western Regions, and Jun Qiyu has also dealt with them before, but they are just stragglers, not enough to withstand Jingguo’s iron hooves, so he didn’t care about it before.
Jun Qiyu hid behind the sand dunes and observed each other’s movements. These people were all murderous, but the leader was a young boy with yellowish hair, blue eyes and fair skin. He was wearing a jewel ring full of hands. You can see the glittering lights of all kinds of gemstones ten feet away,
The young bandit leader sat proudly in the middle of the hump, and suddenly looked towards the direction where Jun Qiyu and the others were hiding.
Jun Qiyu secretly thought something was wrong.
“Walk!”
He took Song Liqing onto the horse and galloped away.
Sure enough, this group of horse thieves had already spotted them, chasing and killing them.
Camels are drought-resistant and resolute, and can even cross the desert on their own. They are the favorite livestock of people in the Western Regions, but camels are not good at running.
But being chased by the horse bandits, he gradually deviated from the direction to the holy mountain.
However, this horse bandit was in pursuit, and Jun Qiyu couldn’t stop. For two days and two nights, he was on the way to escape, and gradually got lost in the boundless desert.
Dry food and water have been exhausted, Song Liqing’s health is deteriorating, and he sleeps more than awake time.
Jun Qiyu was restless. If they couldn’t get rid of the bandits, they would die in the desert.
Those horse bandits were not stupid, knowing that they would not be able to catch up for a while, and seeing that they had only one horse, they simply hung behind them, like vultures waiting for their prey to starve to death.
No matter how strong Jun Qiyu is, he has not eaten for two days, and his body is gradually weakening. The knife he usually dances with ease is now as heavy as a thousand catties.
After nightfall, Jun Qiyu didn’t dare to regenerate the bonfire, so she could only resist the wind, sand and severe cold.
“Mr. Li.”
Song Liqing was already physically weak, suffering from hunger and cold and running around for a long time, his illness has become more and more serious, his lips are dry, his face is dark, and his pulse is weak.
He closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his lips murmured in a weak voice, clearly unable to speak clearly.
“Mr. Li!”
Jun Qiyu was in a hurry, Song Liqing would not be able to get out of the desert alive if he did not eat or drink.
Jun Qiyu finally regretted his impulsiveness. He only thought that if there were no accidents, they could pass through the desert and reach the foot of the holy mountain, but they encountered horse bandits, which disrupted all the plans.
“Liqing, can you hear me? Don’t fall asleep, I…”
Jun Qiyu gritted her teeth and stood up.
He went to the bloody horse.
The blood-sweat horse is the best horse in the world, and this horse is one of the best horses in a hundred.
When Jun Qiyu first arrived in the Western Regions, the blood-sweat horse was only two months old and was still a foal. Jun Qiyu raised it with her own hands. Narrow escape many times.
In the hearts of soldiers, war horses are brothers who live together and die together.
So Jun Qiyu treated it very well. Whenever he had time, he would personally bathe and brush it to repel insects. This bloody horse has a high spirituality and will not recognize a second owner.
Jun Qiyu stroked the sweat horse’s mane.
During these days, the bloody horse has lost a lot of weight, its ribs can be seen, its hair is not so shiny, and it has become a mess.
“How many years have you been with me?”
Jun Qiyu muttered to herself, and the sweaty horse’s eyes were black and bright, and he snorted, as if in response.
Jun Qiyu untied its reins and untied its saddle, so that there was no restraint on the bloody horse.
“You go.”
Jun Qiyu discarded all the utensils used to bind the horse.
“If you don’t carry us on your back, you will definitely be able to walk out of the desert.”
The sweaty horse seemed to understand, and its hooves were pacing on the spot.
“Go!” Jun Qiyu roared loudly, “If you don’t go, you will die, you know? Stupid! Go!!”
The sweaty horse’s head pressed against Jun Qiyu’s shoulder, as if they were competing for strength when they were young.
Jun Qiyu moved her lips and pushed it away.
“Get out!”
Jun Qiyu returned to Song Liqing’s side and stopped looking at it.
The sweaty horse understood Jun Qiyu’s instructions, walked slowly into the distance, turned around once after walking a few steps, and disappeared into the darkness.
Jun Qiyu couldn’t see the bloody horse when she turned her head, so she breathed a sigh of relief.
But within a quarter of an hour, the sweaty horse appeared in the wind and sand again, and it came back and walked to Jun Qiyu’s side.
It put its head on Jun Qiyu’s shoulder, making wrestling movements.
This is an expression of its intimacy with Jun Qiyu.
“You’ve already left, why are you still coming back?! Why are you still coming back? Why are you still coming back…”
Jun Qiyu murmured these words, her hands trembling when she raised the knife.
This knife did not know when it sank like a mountain,
In the desolate desert, the long neighing of a horse sounded, penetrating to a distant place.
A drop of blood slipped from the tip of the knife, dripped into the sand, and was immediately absorbed and swallowed by the sand.
Then a fountain of blood flowed down from the neck of the sweat-blood horse, and the sweat-blood horse looked at Jun Qiyu with bright black eyes, without blame or hatred, but until it fell down, its eyes were always on Jun Qiyu.
It has devoted its whole life to the person who is both the master and the companion.
The sweaty horse fell to the ground, gasped for a few short breaths, and then stopped suddenly.
Jun Qiyu knelt on the ground, her eyes were full of red silk.
Blood has filled the water bag, but a corner of his heart has been cut out.
“Liqing, water…there is water, take a sip.”
Jun Qiyu fed the horse blood to Song Liqing. Song Liqing lost consciousness, swallowed a few times and then retched.
Jun Qiyu raised her head, endured the nausea and gulped down the horse’s blood.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, cut off the horse meat, roasted it, and put it in the bag.
He carried Song Liqing on his back, fixed it with cloth strips, carried the rucksack, and walked into the howling night.
The wind and sand is huge, but it won’t take long to bury the ashes and the corpses of sweaty horses.
Everything has returned to the desert’s eternal cruelty.
Jun Qiyu walked step by step, but there was no path under his feet, and he couldn’t forget his head at a glance. His physical strength had reached its limit.
In the face of the savage nature, Jun Qiyu felt helpless for the first time.
Jun Qiyu realizes that he is not omnipotent, his monstrous interpretations and thousands of favors have always blinded his eyes, and he is just a mortal, flesh and blood, just like everyone else.
“Jun Qiyu.”
Song Liqing woke up on Jun Qiyu’s back.
“Liqing.” Jun Qiyu tugged at her dry and wrinkled lips, “Are you going to scold me? Scold me for being brainless, dragging you down…”
Song Liqing had been in a coma all this time, but this time he was extremely sober.
In fact, the aggravation of his condition has nothing to do with Jun Qiyu, he is very clear about his own body.
Since he was in the Qilin Mansion, his body has been hollowed out by illness, and his oil has already run out.
Even if Jun Qiyu didn’t bring him to the desert, he couldn’t survive this cold winter.
“Put me down.”
Jun Qiyu did so.
Song Liqing sat on the sand dune, looking at the distant sky.
“Liqing, don’t worry, we still have food and water, and we will definitely be able to go out. Don’t you want to see Sirimu Lake? It’s at the foot of the sacred mountain, not far away.”
Jun Qiyu opened the water bag.
Song Liqing smelled blood, but his extreme hunger and thirst made him drink it.
“It’s so fishy…”
Song Liqing frowned.
“Yes… there are some.” Jun Qiyu twisted the water bag and said, “Maybe it has been stored for two days, and the taste has changed.”
Song Liqing turned his head and glanced at Jun Qiyu’s blurred outline, feeling complicated.
What kind of person is he?
Love? He can kill the horse that has followed him for so many years with his own hands.
Cold blooded? He obviously could do well by himself, but he wanted to accompany him into this death.
