Na Luo waited for a while, but did not hear the other party's answer. She subconsciously looked up and saw that the boy's face was as white as paper, his eyes were closed, his lips were pale, and he could no longer speak. Judging from his injuries, it was quite difficult for him to hold on for so long. At this moment, the boy's body and spirit seemed to have reached a double limit. The previous flesh-cutting and arrow-taking finally exhausted almost the last bit of his vitality.
His long black hair flowed on the ground like a faint cold spring, stained with a little dark red by his own blood. The heavy black and thick red intertwined together, showing a kind of extremely cruel and weird beauty. The moonlight was like snow, reflecting his elegant and extraordinary face, like a long dream in a long night, which made people feel illusory.
"You should stay here for two days to recuperate. Anyway, my uncle and aunt never enter this sheepfold, and no one will know you are here." Na Luo said while covering him with the hay next to him.
The boy still did not make a sound, but just nodded slightly.
After treating his wound, Na Luo blew out the candle, walked to the corner of the sheepfold with familiarity, leaned against the haystack and fell asleep.
The moon disappeared into the clouds at some point, and all she could see was darkness - like an abyss with no end in sight.
So many things happened today, how could she fall asleep?
In just one day, she lost her most beloved relative.
He was also the person who loved her most in the world.
The loneliness and fear of being the only one left in the vast world cannot be described in any language.
That night, Na Luo tossed and turned all night, and got up twice to check the boy's breath. Fortunately, the other party's breathing was still stable, which made her feel a little relieved.
It seemed that his life was saved.
This somewhat relieved her sadness and depression.
At dawn, Na Luo prepared to go to the water and grass near the Peacock River to herd sheep as usual. If she got up later, her aunt would probably scold her. She had never done these rough jobs before, but now everything is different. Not long ago, she was severely beaten by her aunt because she lost a sheep, and the scars on her arm are still clear. So, although the wound on her foot is still painful, the cruelty of reality still makes her have no way to avoid it. Before leaving, she did not forget to cover the boy tightly with the remaining hay. In this way, even if someone enters the sheepfold, it is difficult to find his existence. After leaving the door, she looked up and saw a hazy light gray in the sky, and the edge of the clouds had faintly shown a very light purple. The sky will soon be bright. She took a deep breath and silently told herself that she must continue to hold on. The person who loved her most in this world has left. So, she must love herself better. More than anyone else should love themselves.
When she came back from herding sheep, her aunt had finished her dinner and only left her a handful of broad beans and a pile of fish heads and tails. Na Luo had long been accustomed to such leftovers. After all, she had not starved to death after eating for so many days. What else could she complain about living under someone else's roof? She put a few peas in her mouth, thought about it, and put the rest aside.
"Sister, sister..." A soft voice suddenly came into her ears. Na Luo turned around and saw a little girl about five or six years old waving at her. If there was a little warmth that could be felt in this so-called home, it was from her little cousin Luo Jia. Luo Jia looked like her uncle, so she was a little similar to her, especially the beautiful glass-colored eyes, which were almost exactly the same, just like the bright and warm tones of the sky at dawn.
"Sister, this is for you." Luo Jia handed half a dry cake to her.
Na Luo pushed the pancake away helplessly, "Luo Jia, you left your half for me again? Didn't my sister say that you are not allowed to do this again in the future." Although her little cousin was still young and didn't know much about many things, she was very kind to her and often left part of her food and secretly gave it to her.
"Sister, eat... Luo Jia can't finish it..." The sister didn't care what she said, she put the pancake in front of her and ran out quickly.
Na Luo stared at the half pancake blankly, and a touch of emotion that touched her heart surged up instantly. This small pancake seemed to have a gentle and moving power, which slowly penetrated from her heart to her eyes, causing her eyes to sour.
When Na Luo walked into the sheepfold again, she had a rough wooden bowl and a jar of water in her hands, and the bowl was filled with some broad beans and half a dry pancake. What made her feel relieved was that the boy had woken up. And after a day and a night of rest, his spirit seemed to be a little better than before.
"It's been a day, you must be hungry too, right? I brought you some food." Na Luo said as he brought the bowl to him. The boy glanced into the bowl and his voice sounded a little more energetic, "Is this what you usually eat?
Na Luo shook his head, "For civilians like us who live in this corner, even eating bread is a luxury. In our Loulan, wheat is a very precious food, so food made from wheat is not often available. But fresh fish and other things are more common because of the large quantity." The boy seemed a little surprised, so he took the bread and ate it without saying anything. Na Luo sat opposite and looked at him, without making a sound to disturb him. The room fell into silence for a while, and the only sound that could be heard was the sound of the boy chewing food gently. Seeing that he had almost finished eating the food, Na Luo couldn't help asking, "By the way, the arrow that shot you seems to be from the Huns, why did they want to kill you?" Hearing the words Huns, the boy's body suddenly became stiff. Although he tried his best to control his emotions, a trace of grief and anger in his eyes still revealed his true feelings. He drank a few sips of water to calm down, and then slowly said, "I am from Yiqiu, Beidi County, the Han Dynasty. I have been learning about the cultures of various places in the Western Regions with my uncle since I was a child. This time, my uncle was sent as an envoy to the Yuezhi Kingdom, and he brought me with him, hoping that I would gain something from the journey. I didn't expect to encounter Xiongnu cavalry when passing by here." When he said this, he paused, "Almost the entire envoy group was killed, and I... may be the only survivor. If it weren't for my uncle risking his life to save me, I'm afraid I would have been doomed." Na Luo was shocked and suddenly recalled what his neighbor said before - so, this boy was from the Han envoy team that was robbed and killed? How could it be such a coincidence! No wonder she felt that the other party's appearance and dress were different, it turned out that he was a Han boy. The young man looked at her and his expression eased a little. "Thank you for saving me this time. I am grateful. If I have the chance in the future, I will definitely repay you for saving my life. Can you tell me your name?"
"My name is Na Luo, and I grew up here since I was a child. What about you? What's your name?"
The young man seemed to be hesitant.