梁闲把脸埋进胳膊里，试图在柴房这玩意儿里找个缝钻进去。这墙壁是土夯的，不，也不是，好像是芦苇混着泥巴糊的，风一吹都能听见嗤嗤的响声。“出血了。”梁闲猛地抬起头，撞上一个白净秀气的脸。

是个姑娘，穿着青色道袍，脸色苍白，眼神里带着一丝惊慌。姑娘手里还捏着帕子，正对着自己这里。

“咳咳……”梁闲尴尬地咳嗽两声，“多大点事儿，至于这么紧张？”

“你……”姑娘似乎想说什么，但看到梁闲这副模样，又把话咽了回去。他脸上全是灰尘，头发乱糟糟的，衣服更是破破烂烂，一副逃难的样儿。

“说吧，谁让你来这儿送饭的？”梁闲揉了揉发胀的太阳穴，这破地方连只老鼠都见不到，还让人送饭，真是闲得蛋疼。

“是……是掌门让你来的。”姑娘的声音细若蚊蝇，“他说你受了伤，需要静养。”

“掌门？”梁闲挑了挑眉，“他老人家现在还知道我受伤了？”

“是……是。”姑娘被他问得有点慌，“掌门说，让你好好养伤，别想那些有的没的。”

梁闲懒得跟她争辩，摆摆手道：“行了，我知道了。你走吧，别让人发现了。”

姑娘犹豫了一下，还是点了点头，转身离开了。

梁闲看着她的背影，心里暗自吐槽：这姑娘真是老实得可怜，一问一答，连话都说不利索。

他重新把头埋进胳膊里， Closed eyes and tried to block out the noise around him. However, the noise in his mind was even louder. He kept replaying the battle in his head, the pain, the blood, the screams. He felt like he was going to be driven mad.

He didn't know how long he had been like this when he heard the sound of footsteps outside the柴房.

“谁？”梁闲警觉地抬起头。

“是我，师兄。”陌生的声音响起。