Shan He Biao Li

Nanshan put the water bowl where Chu Huan could get it, and sat down next to him without saying a word. On the iron chain, it seems to be dazed and hesitated.

Perhaps because of inconvenience, Nanshan **** the long hair behind his head, revealing a broad and clean forehead. Sometime between his eyebrows, there was a razor-knife-like trace, which actually made him sick.

Shoushanren style meal and sleep have never been a word, Nanshan had such a character, how could he suddenly be haggard?

Chu Huan gently rocked the iron chain on his foot, trying to say something without words, and felt that this situation should not be too serious, so he said with no reason: "Hey, give me a song to listen to , I will play with you. "

What is the use of shame? Anyway, the language is not clear, and Nanshan can't understand it.

Nanshan did not understand the second half of the sentence, but he really took out the harmonica and played a piece of music that Chu Huan had never heard of.

Chu Huan didn't care much about the iron chains on his arms and legs, relaxed his body, and closed his eyes to enjoy. The sweet-scented osmanthus at the door of the courtyard had been thanked, but he still had the illusion of sweet-scented osmanthus.

He was obsessed with the kind of whole-heartedness that Nanshan did when he was doing anything. He could hear the real drizzle from the sound of Nanshan's music, and the aftertones curled, he always couldn't get back for a while.

I didn't know how long it ended, Chu Huan opened his eyes again, stretched his lazy waist like a long sleep, the iron chain jingled by him, he rolled over, pillowed his arms, side Lying on the side, he looked at Nanshan, and then looked at the iron lock that held his wrist.

This thing is a bit crude-Chu Huan thought with a smile.

He reached out and touched it in the pocket of his shirt, and found a slender needle, shaking it in front of Nanshan's eyes: "Baby, do you know what this is called?"

Nanshan did not answer.

Chu Huan didn't mind. He told him: "This thing is called" needle "or" wire "in the hands of others. In my hand, it has another name called the" master key "."

After he finished speaking, he inserted the needle into the iron lock on his wrist, as if he just poked it twice, then Chu Huan put his ear on it, twisted it gently, and heard a click, and the lock responded Open-Chu Huan moved his wrist and looked innocently and helplessly towards Nanshan. So far, it took no more than twenty seconds.

Nanshan: "..."

Chu Huan shook his head and showed off the technique of stealing chickens and dogs in front of Nanshan. He showed off with half a show: "You're something that is better than my dad's parking garage door when he was a kid."

Suddenly Nanshan stood up, grabbed Chu Huan's ankle, and dragged him all over.

Chu Huan was caught by him unexpectedly, rubbing the sheets on his back, he struggled, and suddenly a strange light appeared in his eyes, with a happy expression: "Do you want to be rude to me? Well, come on , Casually ravaged, but according to your customs, is it responsible for the ravages? Then ... uh! "

Nanshan's hand seemed to be an iron claw and grabbed Chu Huan's leg. I don't know what technique he used. Chu Huan only felt a numbness on his leg, as if an unknown hemp tendon was picked out alive. Don't mention the sore itch, and then there was a sudden pain, and he was cold and sweaty.

No, this seems not to bind love, but to prepare to break his leg!

Chu Huan was decisive and screamed extremely realistically.

Nanshan seemed to be stung by his cry, his eyelids jumped fiercely, and then he found that Chu Huan had shivered violently, saying intermittently: "That, that leg can't break, lying trough ... ... Let go, my leg was injured, and it's really useless again ... "

Nan Shan had never touched him with a single hair, even thought about it. Chu Huan's dull and chattering sound suddenly seemed to punch a punch on his chest, and the movement in his hand was loose at that time.

Chu Huan saw that the move worked, and immediately intensified. He shrunk himself into a ball and buried his face in the bed sheet. He hummed like a mosquito and called Nanshan's name: "Nanshan ... Nanshan, hurt ..."

Nanshan was originally a heart that was ruined. After being so distracted, he couldn't stop anyway.

He finally sighed, let go of Chu Huan's leg, rubbed it gently, and asked in a low voice, "When did you hurt?"

Chu Huanqi is like a hairspring: "When I first saw you, I was injured."

Nanshan: "..."

Chu Huan listened to the other for a long while, and couldn't help but glance at it.

I saw the green muscles in the frontal horns of Nanshan looming for a moment, and finally suffocated a sentence: "... I don't remember this leg."

Chu Huan said, "Oh," he pulled his leg back very quickly, wiped his face like nothing else, and smirked at Nanshan: "Is it? Sorry, it may be that I just made a mistake in a hurry." "

As Chu Huan turned over and sat up, he didn't see any movement. The tiny steel needles were hidden in his fingers, as if they were magic. Nanshan didn't even notice when he had freed his hands.

Chu Huan leaned against the head of the bed without seeing it, reached over the water bowl on the side of Nanshan, and took two sips to moisten his throat.

He rubbed his hands as if he was brewing some kind of wording. After a while, Chu Huan suddenly looked straight: "I haven't told you anything before I met you?"

Nanshan turned his eyes to the foot of the bed again, as if he could see a flower there and made a gesture of refusing to communicate, but Chu Huan knew that he was listening. If he didn't want to listen, he would have lifted his legs and left.

So Chu Huan went on to say: "In addition to two penetrating injuries on my body, I also had numerous bruises and bruises. The joints on my feet were disengaged and I closed them later. You should not have time to completely reduce the swelling when you see it. . "

Nanshan had done a very strong psychological construction, decided to not want to listen to Chu Huan's nonsense, but did not expect the effort of just a few words, his consciousness was uncontrollably attracted to the past, he spurned He was not strong in his will, on the one hand, he couldn't help but think back with Chu Huan's words-he was right, it was really like that at the time.

"It was all dropped." Chu Huan said.

Nanshan's eyes turned to him unconsciously.

Chu Huan: "Are you sure you can see where it fell from?"

After a moment of hesitation, Nanshan finally nodded, and said with polite words: "It looks like a mountain cliff."

Chu Huan lowered his voice a bit, as if with some kind of distant bewitching meaning: "Why ... would I fall off the cliff?"

So far, he has touched Nanshan's mind one word at a time. Nanshan's concern is chaotic, and his eyes are fixed on Chu Huan.

"I jumped on my own." Chu Huan leaned against the head of the bed, resting one hand on the erected knee at random. He lowered his gaze, let his eyes be empty, and his expression seemed a little unpretentious. , Chu Huan seemed to repeat it unconsciously, "I jumped on my own."

Nanshan moved immediately and asked incredulously: "Why?"

Chu Huan did n’t answer, just paused for a while and then said: "Before I left, I gave away my father and a cat I raised, and cleaned up my belongings-the burn should be burned, the throw should be thrown. , And finally sold the house, wrote the suicide note, and found a place suitable for death all over the world. "

Nanshan clenched his fists.

"I went to a lot of places, by plane, train, subway, three rounds ... Finally, I selected the hillside-there is about seven or eight hours' drive from the county town on your border, you have never been to it- I think the scenery is beautiful and uninhabited, especially suitable for jumping off the cliff, so I jumped. "

Nanshan held his breath unconsciously.

"Unfortunately, I still don't know what to do. I didn't die. I think that the place looks beautiful, but the actual feng shui is not good. Just when a bus passed by, I took the car and hoped to find another one to find death. Good place, I didn't expect to meet you. "

At this point, Chu Huan paused, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes slowly turned to Nanshan.

"You took me away." Chu Huan said, "It was you who made me live to this day."

Nanshan hung in the chest and abdomen in one breath, and his chest was in pain.

Chu Huan slowly climbed up close to him, and his eyes appeared extremely dark in the backlit place, like two thick inks with different shades, and there were endless layers in it, which made people indistinguishable anyway.

He stared straight at Nanshan, then stretched out his hand to break Nanshan's chin and asked, almost whispering, "Do you want to drive me away?"

Nanshan's lips twitched a little, unable to speak.

Chu Huan's lips rubbed against his earlobe and cheeks, and the voice seemed to be non-existent, and seemed to be broken: "Do you want to ... drive me away?"

Nanshan finally couldn't bear it any more, dragged him over and pressed it in his arms, the iron chain smashed on the foot of the bed, clasped his back of the head, anxiously and painfully looking for his lips, and kissing him awkwardly.

It was as if the gate had been opened, and the taboos and the forbearance rushed away together, and it was unacceptable.

For a long time, the two talents were separated. Chu Huan extended a finger between Nanshan's lips and said very seriously: "Is there any rule in your family that you should be responsible for casual prosperity?"

Nanshan hadn't recovered from Fang Cai's emotions. He pressed his hand and asked anxiously, "Why don't you want to live?"

"Because ..." Chu Huan looked at him deeply, "Because I made you play."

Nanshan: "..."

Chu Huan couldn't hold it anymore. He no longer knew when he had pryed off the chains on his feet. He rolled aside and smiled: "Oh, I can't do it anymore. How can you even believe this? I What if I really do n’t want to live, find a rope hanging in my house to hang more environmentally friendly, run so far and jump around blindly, what if I hit someone? "

At that moment, all the compassion had vanished, and Nanshan really just wanted to peel his skin.

He gritted his teeth and said: "Don't you say you won't lie to me?"

"I'm talking about things in principle that won't lie to you." Chu Huan jumped from the bed and moved his ankle. "This kind of irrelevant thing, I just say it casually, don't take it seriously."

Nanshan "teng" stood up at once, completely blackened.

Before Chu Huan had a good time, he felt suddenly trapped by a stream of air. There seemed to be an invisible wall around him, and he couldn't struggle out anyway.

Then, the airflow pushed him back suddenly, Chu Huan's back pressed against the wall tightly, and it seemed that an invisible hand grabbed his neck, forcing him to raise his head.

Chu Huan: "..."

Finished, and forgot the trick of special functions, he suddenly felt like he had just made a big death.

Nanshan picked up the remaining half bowl of water without expression, and put some unknown powder in front of Chu Huan's face.

Chu Huan grinned reluctantly, and died until he was about to die: "Aphrodisiac can ... uh ..."

This time his neck was tightened tightly, and Nanshan didn't let him say a word.

Nanshan looked at him coldly: "Since you can only be honest when you are asleep, sleep a little longer."

Chu Huan had no doubt that Nanshan intended to pour the unknown potion directly into his throat. This time it seemed that there was no room for turning. His calmness came to an end and he struggled with his life.

It is a pity that he can shake the visible hand, but can't earn a silent opponent. Nanshan has indiscriminately handed the water bowl to his mouth.

Such domestic violence relying on special functions is not conducive to social harmony!

Chu Huan wanted to shut up, but Nanshan had forcibly pinched his chin, and at that moment, an extremely frightened cry came out of the courtyard: "Patriarch! Patriarch!"

Nanshan was distracted, and Chu Huan immediately found an opportunity to break free of the shackles on his neck, and lowered his head to cough.

The person coming was Xiaofang. As if he couldn't see Nanshan's ugly face, he broke into the patriarch's yard irregularly and screamed in his breath: "Monsters ... Monsters surrounded the mountain gate, Patriarch, go check it out! "

Nanshan couldn't take care of it any longer and packed up Huan, pushing the door open: "What are you talking about?"

I saw Xiaofang's half-length hair sticking to the neck of the face side by side, running up and down from the mountain gate in a breath, almost standing unsteadily at his feet, and staggering left and right: "The mountain gate ... The patriarch, Mutai, the sound beast, and the ogre-eating beast ... they are all crazy and all have to go up the mountain. The Patriarch Ruger has summoned all the gatekeeper brothers, please go and see! "

Nanshan: "The injured old and young stayed on the mountain, everyone took their weapons and followed me, hurry!"

Chu Huan's airflow squeezing him was gone, and the situation was urgent. The two men no longer had the energy to distract their differences.

Chu Huan lifted his hand to take off the long bow hanging on the wall of Nanshan, threw it on his back, and then remembered something. He pulled down the patriarch's scepter and threw it into Nanshan's hand: "Catch."

I don't know if it was his illusion, Chu Huan felt that the scepter seemed to be slightly shorter.

The guardians were well-trained. At the order of the patriarch, the assembly had been completed within a few minutes. The little bald head suddenly ran out, holding the iron rod taller than others in his hand. Grabbed by an adult, the tiger threw his face back.

God didn't know when it was already gloomy, looking back at the dense clouds at the top of the mountain. A few rays of sunlight didn't bring any light, but instead was sharp as a sharp weapon when cutting through the dark clouds.

The elder stood on a high place, raised a hand high, and watched all the mountain guards gather quickly down the mountain. Chu Huan glanced back, only to see that the old man had a ravine on his face, with a sword hanging above his head.

All the animals in the mountain were running away. Chu Huan almost ran into a wild deer head-on. He squatted down quickly, and the thing jumped over his head in a panic.

And the corpse was already everywhere in the mountain gate, and the roar of the sound beast could be heard from afar. Chu Huan took the cloth head that he didn't know who handed him to plug his ears, and the effect was better than nothing.

How can I fight this? Can't you see and hear, blind?

In addition, how can this be determined what is the size of the surrounding mountains?

Is it infrared?

When they got closer, Chu Huan understood how big the scale was.

The whole ground was trembling at the foot of the mountain. When they stood on the level above the mountain gate, they could feel something moth hit the mountain gate like a fire. The dust and gravel on the ancient huge stone gate rustled. whereabouts.

"Eyes, blindfolded! There are eye-eating beasts!"

"Blinded eyes and a fart." Even though Chu Huan said so, his hands were unambiguous. He tied the thick strip of cloth that he didn't know who put him to his eyes.

The earplugs could not isolate the sound. The roaring lethality of the sound beast was still amazing. He endured the vomiting feeling like a concussion, and concentrated on judging the surrounding form.

Mutai, sound beasts, eye-eating beasts and countless wild animals on the hilltops now seem to be swarming up the mountain gate. After only a few days of work, has the range of the swallowing area become larger?

If the elders are right, then this mountain is equivalent to the only spring in this world like the backwaters. It stands to reason that it will not be swallowed anyway ...

However, when things are coming, no one can be sure that the world will be so reasonable.

Suddenly, the gatekeeper's sharp and penetrating whistle pierced Chu Huan's earplugs. Chu Huan turned his head to slightly open the blindfold. I saw that Nanshan nodded the patriarch's scepter not far away The bones of each other are transferred to each other, just like the fire, igniting the leg bones of the old gatekeeper, borrowing cold light that can penetrate the dense fog from the scepter of the mountain guard's patriarch.

Soon, the fluorescence spread all over the mountain gate.

Chu Huan found that even if he put on his blindfold, he could strangely feel the presence of those fireflies.

Bone blood circulates, the ancestors on this mountain gate seem to be endless, and all those who died for a time all returned to the mountain gate in this way, with the mountain soul.

Chuge on all sides, only this solitary mountain, stubborn resistance.

Another long whistle of the gatekeeper, Chu Huan miraculously grasped the meaning of the whistle at that moment-kill them all!