Chang Geng took the boiled medicine and entered his little adopted father’s house.
There was only a dim little oil lamp in Shen Shiliu’s room, with a halo the size of a bean, like a firefly.
He was sitting by the window, most of his face was sunk in the shadow of the lamp, and only a little clue was revealed. He was probably about to rest. A small mole of cinnabar, like a needle pricked, and the only little light in the room was collected by him and contained in the pair of moles, almost scorching eyes.
Looking at people under the light can add a third of color than usual.
Everyone has a love for beauty. Even if he is used to seeing it, Chang Geng’s breathing can’t help but stagnate. He blinked quickly, as if to blink the dazzling cinnabar mole out of his eyelids. After clearing his throat, he raised his voice and said, “Sixteen, take the medicine.”
The boy was changing his voice, and it was a little difficult to talk to the half-deaf. Fortunately, Shen Shiliu heard it this time, and the urinating sound came to an abrupt end.
Shen Shiliu narrowed his eyes before he could see Chang Geng standing at the door: “Who is it called?”
He is actually seven or eight years older than Chang Geng. He hasn’t started a family yet, so he probably has some understanding of his own nature, and he is ready to marry a daughter-in-law and be alone. Such a cheap son who doesn’t need him to support, can’t wait to be firmly attached to it, and always take out his “father” identity to emphasize it.
Chang Geng ignored him and carefully brought the medicine bowl in front of him: “Drink it while it’s hot, it’s getting late, lie down after drinking it.”
Shen Shiliu put Xun aside and took the medicine bowl: “Baiyanlang, can’t you be my son? Bai is so good to you.”
He was not at all embarrassed about drinking the medicine, he was obviously used to it, he drank it, took two sips of the mouthwash handed to him by Chang Geng, and waved his hand away: “Today there is a collection at Changyang Pass, so I brought one. Fun for you, come here.”
After speaking, Shen Shiliu bent down and started to fumble around on the desk. He couldn’t see clearly, and the tip of his nose almost touched the table. Chang Geng had no choice but to say, “What are you looking for? I’ll come.”
Then, he couldn’t help complaining again: “I’m so old, what are you doing with a bunch of kid-friendly things for me?”
If I had time, I might as well be less messy, so that I have time to learn more useful things—the latter words revolved around in Chang Geng’s heart, and when it came to his lips, he felt a little hurt, so he didn’t say it.
Shen Shiliu, as a prostitute who can’t get around to four or six years, forget about wasting his time, and he always drags Chang Geng with him, either asking him to go to the market or dragging him to ride a horse. “Puppy” for him – that time, Mr. Shen made his face turn green with fright, and he dared not distinguish between the blind wolf and the dog, and he brought back a small wolf cub.
Xu Baihu is not at home all the year round, and he is sluggish. Although he is very good to Chang Geng, he does not often communicate with his stepson. It seems that the two crucial years when Chang Geng was twelve or thirteen were spent in Shenyang. Sixteen spent with this unreliable adoptive father.
From a hairy child to a young man with a jade tree facing the wind, how much concentration must he have to ensure that he will not be led astray by Shen Shiliu?
Chang Geng couldn’t bear to look back.
He is not born with a playful temperament. He has his own plans for everything and is very strict in execution. He doesn’t like being disturbed by others, and is often very annoyed by Shen Shiliu.
But the annoyance usually doesn’t last, because Shen Shiliu didn’t just take advantage of him verbally, he really hurt him as a son.
One year Chang Geng had a serious illness, Xu Baihu was not at home as usual, the doctors said it was dangerous, and it was the little righteous father who took him home and guarded him day and night for three days.
Every time Sixteen goes out, no matter how far or near, and no matter what he does, he will always bring some gadgets and snacks to Chang Geng. Chang Geng doesn’t like gadgets, but he can’t help but love this, which is always in his heart.
In short, when Chang Geng sees Sixteen every day, his anger will be extremely strong, but when he does not see him, he is always worried.
Chang Geng sometimes also thinks, although Shen Shiliu can’t pick up his shoulders, he can’t lift his shoulders, and he can’t do martial arts if he doesn’t succeed, but in the future, if he doesn’t keep things in order, there will be those who are fooled by his appearance.
The little righteous father will always marry a wife and have children in the future, so if he has a biological one, will he still miss the person he recognizes?
Thinking of this matter, Chang Geng couldn’t say anything in his heart. He found a square box on the table of Sixteen, briefly opened his forehead and thought about it, and showed it to Shen Sixteen with little interest: “This? “
Shen Shiliu: “For you, open it and see.”
Maybe it was a slingshot, maybe it was a bag of cheese, anyway, there was no serious thing – Chang Geng opened it without expectation, and said casually: “If you have money, you need to save some flowers, and besides, I…”
The next moment, he saw the contents of the box clearly, and immediately closed his mouth, his eyes widened twice.
There’s an iron wrist buckle in that box!
The so-called “iron wrist buckle” is actually a part of the light armor in the military. It is only a circle around the wrist, which is very convenient, so it is often removed and used separately. The iron wrist buckle is about four inches wide, and it can hide three or four small knives inside. The knives are made with special craftsmanship and are as thin as cicada wings, also known as “silk in the sleeve”.
It is said that the best sleeve thread can be split into two by the machine spring in the iron wrist buckle.
Chang Geng said in surprise: “This… where did you get it?”
Shen Shiliu: “Shh – don’t let Shen Yi hear it, this is not a joke, he sees it and wants to be verbose – can you use it?”
Mr. Shen himself is watering the flowers in the yard. He doesn’t have a hard ear, and the people in the room can hear it clearly.
Chang Geng followed Shen Yi to learn how to disassemble the steel armor, and skillfully put on the iron wrist buckle, only then did he discover the special feature of this thing.
Sleeve silk is not easy to make, and there are very few folks. Most of the iron wrist buttons on the market are old goods from the military. Of course, the size is also the size of an adult man, but the one brought back by Shen Shiliu is obviously a little thinner. , just right for young people.
Chang Geng was stunned, Shen Shiliu knew what he was going to ask, and said slowly: “I heard that the seller said that this is a defective product, there is no other problem, it is that the size is a little smaller, and no one cares about it. This was sold to me cheaply, and I’m useless, you can play with it, just be careful, don’t hurt anyone.”
Chang Geng is very happy: “Thank you…”
Shen Shishi: “Thank who?”
Chang Geng exclaimed happily: “Foster father!”
“If you have milk, you’re a mother, you bastard.” Shen Shiliu laughed and put Chang Geng on his shoulders and sent him out, “Go home quickly, don’t wander outside in the middle of the night in the ghost moon.”
Chang Geng remembered after hearing it, that it was the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month.
He walked back to his home along the corner door. The moment he stepped into the door, he suddenly felt that the passage of Shen Shiliu sounded a little familiar. Although it was out of tune, he thought about it carefully, and it was vaguely seen when the people were crying and being buried. The tune of “Send West”.
“Is it suitable for the occasion?” Chang Geng thought silently.
Shen Shiliu sent Chang Geng away, lowered his head and looked for a long while before he could barely see the outline of the threshold, and carefully stepped over to close the door.
Mr. Shen, who was waiting in the courtyard, stretched out his hand to support his elbow with a blank expression, and led him into the room.
Mr. Shen: “The best iron wrist buckle made of black iron. The three sleeves inside were made by Master Qiu Lin himself. After the death of the master, it has become out of print… a defective product?”
Sixteen did not answer.
Mr. Shen: “Okay, don’t pretend to be deaf and dumb with me – do you really want to raise him as a son?”
“Of course it’s true, I like this child, Renyi,” Sixteen finally said, “That’s probably what that person meant too—if they can really adopt this child to me in the future, those people will be relieved. His own life can also be much better, doesn’t he have the best of both worlds?”
Mr. Shen was silent for a while, then whispered: “First of all, you have to make him not hate you—are you not worried at all?”
Shen Shiliu smiled, lifted the hem of his robe and pushed the door into the room.
He said with a **** face: “There are a lot of people who hate me.”
This night, the night river lights, the soul returns to the hometown.
Before the fifth watch, Chang Geng woke up with a dry and hot body, a thin layer of sweat stuck on his back, and his pants were wet.
Every teenager will experience such a panic when they grow up – even if someone guides them in advance.
However, Chang Geng was neither panicked nor at a loss. His reaction was indifferent. He just sat on the bed for a while, then got up and cleaned up casually. With a little disgust on his face, he went out to fight With a bucket of cold water, I scrubbed my newly formed body from head to toe, took off the neatly folded clothes by the pillow and changed it, drank the overnight tea, and started the day’s homework as usual.
Chang Geng doesn’t know what other people are like.
But he didn’t actually do any spring/dream, what he dreamed was a heavy snow outside the customs that could freeze people into coffins.
The wind that day was like white hair, mercilessly surging past, the blood in the wound has not yet flowed out, it has already condensed into ice slag, the roar of the pack of wolves is from far to near, but the malfunctioning sense of smell can smell it. The fishy smell that didn’t bleed, as soon as he inhaled, he would choke into a bone-chilling cold air that was salty and sweet. Chang Geng’s limbs were stiff and his heart was burning. He thought he would die in the heavy snow.
No.
When Chang Geng woke up again, he found himself being carried away by someone wrapped in a cloak in his arms.
He remembered that the man had a snow-white neck and a bitter taste of medicine in his arms. When he saw that he was awake, he didn’t ask anything, just took out a jug and gave him a sip of wine.
I don’t know what kind of wine it was. Later, Chang Geng never tasted it again. He only remembered that the burning knives outside the gate were not so strong. .
That person is Sixteen.
The dream was too clear. In the dream, Shiliu’s hands that were holding him seemed to be still sticking to his body. Chang Geng still couldn’t understand it. Isn’t that person a sick child? In such a terrifying icy world, how could there be such a steady and powerful pair of hands?
Chang Geng lowered his head and glanced at the iron wrist buckle on his wrist. He didn’t know what material it was made of. Taking advantage of the coolness of the cold iron, Chang Geng quietly waited for his restless heart and blood to calm down, laughed, and threw out the absurd thought of “Chun/Mengmeng Mengyifu”, and then, as usual, he lit the lamp and read. .
Suddenly, there was a sound of “rumbling” in the distance, and the ground and the hut shook. Chang Geng was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that the “giant kite” from the northern tour was coming back soon.
The “giant kite” is a large ship more than 5,000 feet long. The back of the ship has two wings and is composed of thousands of “fire wings”. When the giant kite takes off, all the “fire wings” spew out together. The white steam is like a mountain, like a tide, like a dream, and each “fire wing” is burning a bowl of purple gold, flashing a purple-red shimmer in the vast smoke, and it looks like a thousand lights at first glance.
Since the northern barbarians bowed their heads to pay tribute fourteen years ago, every year on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, a dozen giant kites have set off from the major towns in the frontier to patrol the north. Able to see things clearly.
In addition to deterrence and inspections, Juyuan is also responsible for escorting the tributes from various tribes of the northern barbarian tribes back to the dynasty, mainly “Zi Liujin”.
A giant kite was loaded with nearly one million kilograms of purple gold, and the sound of footsteps coming back was a bit heavier than when it went back, and the loud sound of fire wings could be heard from twenty to thirty kilometers away.
The giant kite on the northern tour set off in the first month of the first month, and it took half a year to leave, and only returned when the fire broke out.