chaotic world

After riding all the way, he arrived at Heifeng Forest in the afternoon and bypassed the land with many traps. Zhou Lan galloped around Lanshan Village and found the way up the mountain.

This road was supposed to be very hidden, submerged in the wild grass, only allowed for a single horse to go down the mountain, and if it caught up with heavy snow, there would be no trace of it.

But when Zhou Lan rode up on the horse, he found that the small road had become a main road, the heavy snow in early winter, the horseshoe prints mixed with chaotic human footprints, in any direction, the withered grass had been trampled down, he was very bad suddenly With a premonition, a heart hung up, and he urged the horse to go up the road, holding the rein of the horse with one hand, pulling out the gun from the back with the other hand, leaning forward and almost touching the horse's back, kicking the horse's stomach with both feet, and the white horse had four hooves. gallop.

The journey was peaceful, but all traces suggested that something unsettling had happened here. An hour later, Zhou Lan arrived at Black Eagle Village.

Black Eagle Village is no longer Black Eagle Village.

Zhou Lan took a deep breath. The original wooden fence had been burnt out, and the scorched black charcoal wood fell all over the ground. The yard was in a mess, the open-air stove was still there, the pots were all leaked, and the door of the barn was opened. Suddenly, there were no horses, the hay was thrown all over the ground, and the tables and stools used to play cards were crooked and overturned on the ground.

Black Eagle Village was attacked.

Zhou Lan dismounted, leaned on the horse's back, and walked step by step into the yard with the gun tightly in hand. He looked around vigilantly and approached Du Yunfeng's house.

The door was wide open, and the room was dark. Zhou Lan tentatively entered with a gun in his hands. From the outer room to the inner room, he turned around, but there was no one. All over the place, the glass jar box was smashed on the table, and the bedding was torn apart.

After searching all the houses, he was sure that the village was empty.

Everyone left, and after they left, many people came up, and the room was searched. Such a large-scale crowd of people in the Malay Duan lair does not seem to be the work of bandits, but rather organized and disciplined. Zhou Lanyi Pat the head - the security team.

The white horse was leisurely eating the fodder on the ground in the yard. He returned to Du Yunfeng's room, sat on the cold kang, held his head in his hands, and pressed his cold nipples to his temples.

He rubbed his head trying to figure it out. Given the current situation, the people in the village should have fled voluntarily. They should have received the news in advance. There was no blood or dead bodies on the ground. There should be no casualties, but where could they go in the snow and ice? ?With so many people, they are conspicuous in any village, and it is even more impossible to go to the city. Could it be that they are all over the hills?

"Yunfeng!" He raised his head and shouted.

The empty house, the empty Black Eagle Village, the empty Black Eagle Mountain, did not respond.

It was already evening, because Zhou Lan had encountered a wolf in the middle of the night before, so Zhou Lan could only spend the night on the mountain.

He picked up firewood and lit the stove, and the cold kang began to warm up. Zhou Lan was in a mess and cleaned the messy house aimlessly. Dust, stacked one by one.

Some were Du Yunfeng's clothes. He picked up a well-washed white shirt. He recognized that it was bought in Tianjin. He suddenly put the white shirt in his arms and lowered his head to smell it. He couldn't smell Du Yunfeng. Just earthy taste.

He felt uncomfortable, even if it broke up, even if Du Yunfeng was an asshole, he didn't deserve to die.

A small piece of incomplete tile was twisted with cotton thread and a little bit of lamp oil. In the bean-like light, Zhou Lan was lying alone on the hot kang. Pancakes, he stared at the roof as if unconscious, he had lived on this kang before, Xiao Yunfeng covered his frostbitten feet with his warm chest, flicked each other's brains, scratched and pressed down The opponent cannot move.

Now he is alone.

Du Yunfeng will not die, he is so prudent, thinking of this, Zhou Lan suddenly sat up: "Yes, Yunfeng will be fine."

In the middle of the night, he decided to take a good night's sleep, and when dawn came, he would ride his horse to search for it.

No, it must be alive.

After a night of sleeping on the Flame Mountain, Zhou Lan, who was as thin as a monkey, got up with piercing eyes, washed his face with some snow water, and rode a white horse to the depths of the mountain.

There are many continuous hilltops in the Black Eagle Mountain, and even the villagers do not go to the depths of the mountain. Zhou Lan ran several hilltops in a day, but found no clues. He could only find a cave to nest at night. A lot of firewood is added to keep the fire going out. He didn’t sleep well all night. He closed his eyes and took a nap after adding some firewood. He never left his gun. tiger leopard.

The white horse gnawed on dead grass everywhere, Zhou Lan had nothing on him except a wallet, he couldn't bite or drink, and there were no wild fruits in winter, so it was useless to have them, he didn't recognize them.

Three days later, he decided to return, not because he didn't eat any rice, he didn't feel hungry, but because the addiction to cigarettes had relapsed.

Almost exhausted his strength to climb up the white horse, he went down the mountain.

Going up the mountain is slow, and going down the mountain is fast. In one day, he returned to Fengtian.

When he entered Fengtian City, it was already dark. He lay on his horse and was very sad. you go?

In the dead of night, Tang Junquan was reading a book at his desk, when he heard a slight knock at the door, he suspected that he had heard it wrong, worried, so he put on a padded jacket and went out, asked who it was through the wooden door, but did not hear an answer.Just as he was about to lift his legs to go back to the house, the door was pushed and moved. He opened the door carefully, and a large living person like a wooden stake fell in in the dark.

When Zhou Lan arrived at the door of Tang Junquan's house, his legs were already numb and weak, and he had to fall off his horse. He managed to hold on to the door to stand firm, and was unable to speak, so he waved and patted the door.

The door opened, and he fell on Tang Junquan in tears.

"Brother Zhou?" Tang Junquan subconsciously reached out to catch it, and raised his chin, surprised that he couldn't recognize Zhou Lan, who was neither human nor ghost.

Zhou Lan half closed her eyes, exhausted.

Tang Junquan picked him up, and Zhou Lan's arm was like a boneless puppet, drooping down his shoulders.

Tang Junquan saw that there was no one outside, so he stretched out his hand and led the white horse into the yard, hurriedly closed the gate, and carried him into the main room.

He took off his coat and put it on the bed. Zhou Lan was still awake. He was just bored, sweating and crying non-stop. Tang Junquan ran to the kitchen to make a bowl of brown sugar water, and hurried back with the bowl in his hand. Zhou Lan leaned against him and fed the sugar water to his mouth.

"What's the matter with you? You've been tossing like this in just a few days?" Tang Junquan felt that the other party was just a child who had just grown up, and he didn't know what he was doing all day long. He was feeding water while supporting Zhou Lan , and his fingers touched the dick in the opponent's waist.

He pulled out the pistol, which was the one he gave to Du Yunfeng. Looking at Zhou Lan's appearance, he faintly felt that the matter was not simple.

Zhou Lan regained some strength after drinking a bowl of brown sugar water. He grabbed Tang Junquan's arm and said weakly, "Brother Tang, you have to do me a favor."

"What's the matter, tell me." Tang Junquan was sincere, no matter how big the matter was, he was willing to go through fire and water once.

"Get me some opium cream, I, I feel bad..." Zhou Lan hung his head in his arms when he was speaking, he knew that he looked ugly like this, but he was really uncomfortable.

Tang Junquan suddenly came to his senses, stood up anxiously, walked around the room, and then returned to Zhou Lan's side: "Brother Zhou, you say you, whoever touches that thing, you!"

"I'll quit in the future, go and get me some now." Zhou Lan's lips were pale, and sweat dripped down his face, even a bowl of sugar water wasn't enough for him to sweat.

Tang Junquan couldn't bear to say anything more, put on his coat, picked up his hat, and ran out in the middle of the night.

When he came back again, he had a bong and opium cream wrapped in yellow paper in his hand.

After a while, Zhou Lan finally returned to his soul.

Tang Junquan tried his best to take care of him. He boiled porridge in the middle of the night and poured hot water to wipe his body. Tang Junquan wiped his face. Zhou Lan insisted on wiping his arms and legs. so close.

When he wiped his thigh with a towel, Zhou Lan snorted in pain—one of them was on horseback these days, and the skin on his inner thigh was worn out, bruised and swollen, and it hurt terribly when touched.

After eating and tidying up, he returned to his clean and nice appearance.

He is inconvenient to move, Tang Junquan suggested that they share a room in order to take care of him, Zhou Lan hesitated and agreed, she was kind.

The oil lamp was blown, and it was dark, and the two lay in their respective quilts.

"Brother Tang, I want you to do me a favor."

"You said."

"I know you have your people, can you find someone for me?"

"who is it?"

"You know Du Yunfeng"

Tang Junquan turned around at this moment and faced him: "Brother Du? Of course I know him. Why can't you find him? Didn't you say that you have been together all this time?"

"Well, we separated because of something later." Weekly still raised his head, and after a pause, he made up his mind. He decided to tell the truth, and gave a general account of Du Yunfeng being the bandit leader. At the end, he added worriedly: "Brother Tang, Yunfeng is not a bad person, he was forced up the mountain by the Japanese."

Tang Junquan thought about the whole thing in the dark, and was speechless for a moment.

Zhou Lan thought he was unwilling to help, so she stood up and sat up: "Du Yunfeng saved you back then, but now he is in danger, you have to help him!"

Tang Junquan stretched out his hand and pulled Zhou Lan back under the blanket, "It's cold!" he said.

The other party was too thin, and was stuffed into the bed with almost no strength. He said calmly: "It's not that I don't help, I'm just thinking about how to help. I heard that the security team was suppressing bandits a year ago. I don't know what's going on now. I Find someone to inquire about tomorrow, what are you in a hurry for?"

Only then did Zhou Lan feel more at ease, and felt that she must have acted as if she had turned pale just now.He stretched out his hand, passed through the quilt of the two, and patted Tang Junquan's hand: "Brother Tang, I have no other intentions, you must help me, that is my brother!"

Tang Junquan felt the other party's cold hand, felt a little pity in his heart, and shook back his fiery big hand: "I will definitely help you, go to sleep."

Tang Junquan really meant what he said, he went out early the next morning, and he didn't forget to put a bowl of hot soybean milk and two fried dough sticks on the bed cabinet before he left: "Look at your skinny, eat all of them, don't leave them behind. "Zhou Lan turned over, his legs hurt, and he grinned in pain.

He still has no appetite, but in order to live up to the other party's enthusiasm, he just straightened his neck and stuffed it into his stomach.

At noon, Tang Junquan came back from the outside. He was tall and burly, dressed in a long gown and hat, holding an old turtle in his left hand and a hen in his right. There was the sound of the cooking spatula touching the edge of the pan, and a burst of aroma hit him. He felt overwhelmed just now, but now he was a little hungry.

After a while, when Tang Junquan came in again, he had an extra glass of water in his hand. He tried it himself first, and felt that the temperature was okay, so he helped Zhou Lan to lean on him: "Come and drink some water."

Zhou Lan chuckled, took it and drank it, Tang Junquan asked him why he was laughing, Zhou Lan shook his head and refused to say.

The meals were all in the kitchen, and Zhou Lan didn't want to stay in bed all the time, so she insisted on going to the kitchen to eat. Seeing that his legs were hurting, Tang Junquan lowered his body and carried him on his back.

Zhou Lan was very thin, so he didn't really weigh much. Tang Junquan easily carried him on his back. Out of fun, he carried him around the yard after he left the house, calling it basking in the sun.

In Zhou Lan's memory, the one who carried him last time was Du Yunfeng with his bare buttocks, and before that it was Father Bailey.

Tang Junquan always regarded Zhou Lan as an older child, a friend who was a generation behind.He has a pointed chin and big eyes. He looks good-looking and very cute. Now he is as weak as a kitten. For such a little brother, everyone can't help pity him, and want to take care of him and make him happy .

There is a bare ginkgo tree in the yard, and occasionally a few fallen leaves are still solitary on the branches, like a small golden fan. Zhou Lan raised his hand to reach it, and Tang Junquan tiptoed to help him. It was a little bit worse. Zhou Lan said you don't move, then climbed up his back and jumped up hard, pulled him into his hands, then fell back on Tang Junquan's back unsteadily, and hugged his neck tightly.

He smelled the good smell of cigarettes again.

"Hadman you smoked?"

"Well, you asked, what's wrong?"

"Give me a root to taste."

"you eat first."

Four dishes and one soup, both meat and vegetables, Tang Junquan's cooking skills are good, and he kept filling Zhou Lan with vegetables like feeding a bird, Zhou Lan ate a lot with his neck straight.

While eating, Tang Junquan explained what he had learned: "I contacted a small company commander in the security regiment through a friend," he said, reaching out to fill a bowl of hen old turtle soup: "Don't keep talking about those few slices of vegetables. Ye Zi, drink some soup." Zhou Lan's ears immediately perked up when he heard the words of the security group, and he subconsciously took the soup bowl and put it in his mouth, and then he was so hot that he almost threw the soup and the bowl out.

"Slow down, I forgot to tell you it's hot, I don't know how to try it first." Tang Junquan wiped the corners of Zhou Lan's mouth and the front of his clothes directly with a towel.

Zhou Lan didn't care about these, he leaned forward and put down the soup bowl: "What about the security team? Continue talking."

Tang Junquan wiped the vegetable soup with a towel: "The little company commander said that it was true that the bandits went to Black Eagle Mountain a few years ago, but they missed nothing. Yes, Du Yunfeng and his gang met twice, and no one took advantage of it, and several bandits were beaten to death."

"Is Black Eagle Mountain dead?" Zhou Lan slapped the table, kicked his legs to stand up, then gritted his teeth in pain, and sat down again.

"What are you in a hurry for? I haven't finished my sentence yet. The security team has also been killed and injured a lot, and they were also robbed of a few guns."

"They deserve it." Zhou Lan replied sharply.

Tang Junquan frowned, thinking that this was a child's talk, which life is not life?Besides, suppressing bandits in all dynasties is a matter of course.

He patted Zhou Lan on the shoulder and continued: "The dead are a few unknown people, not Du Yunfeng, but it's strange to say that those people were chopped by knives, not shot, and they seem to be their own people. Do it."

Zhou Lan rolled his eyes, did not comment, and continued to ask: "Then how is it now?"

Tang Junquan said that the security corps kept changing teams into the mountains to suppress the bandits, and they were fighting exhaustion. When the people were exhausted and couldn't support them, they might dispatch more troops to wipe them out in one fell swoop.Zhou Lan pushed the table and stood up cautiously, not daring to stretch her legs too straight, and said in a low voice, "I have to go find him."

"Even the security team can't find him, can you find him?" Tang Junquan pulled him back and pressed him back to the table, "It's better if I ask people to inquire more than you do it yourself. If you look for it, you have to find your own first." Are you recovering from the injury?"

Although Du Yunfeng was not in danger of his life, Zhou Lan was still in a hurry. He wished that the injury on his leg would heal immediately. If he could cut off the injured part with a knife, he would have done it himself.

Yunfeng's life is hard, he murmured in his heart.

Since I can't leave, I can only continue to recuperate from my injuries, and I have to be at ease if I don't feel at ease.

As the days went by, there was no bad news from the security team, and Zhou Lan relaxed a little.

Zhou Lan gradually found that Tang Junquan was interesting, but he couldn't tell why.

Except for Tang Junquan's disapproval of smoking opium, the two of them can talk about other things. Not only that, Tang Junquan took care of him tirelessly, carrying him back and forth like a child every day. Zhou Lan was already dependent on his back, he was quite tall and burly, and even wanted to jump up when his legs recovered and let him carry it around.

People who can chat with Zhou Lan can be counted on one hand.

At night, Zhou Lan sat on the bed, propping up the edge of the bed with one hand, and holding a peeled banana in the other. He put his two feet in the hot water in a large copper basin under the bed, and his head was very heavy. He was sweating soon, his body was thin recently, and he caught typhoid fever when he accidentally caught a cold, his face was quite bloody from the burn, and he was soaking his feet in a cotton-padded jacket to sweat.

There were several pieces of ginger in the brass basin, he picked them up with his toes intently, and piled them up one by one in the water.

Seeing that the piles had grown to a large scale, Tang Junquan entered the room with a thermos bottle in his hands: "The water is getting cold, I'll add some hot water for you."

Zhou Lan raised his dripping feet and put them on the edge of the basin. Tang Junquan knelt down to add water to him. When he saw the newly formed "pyramid", he lowered his head and smiled silently—how childish this behavior was.

Stretched out a finger to test the water temperature, felt that it was almost there, so I stopped pouring hot water.

"Let's go clubbing." He turned around and put the thermos on the table.Zhou Lan put her foot into the copper basin, hissed, and immediately pulled it out.

"Is it hot?" Tang Junquan squatted down again, put his hands into the basin, and said to himself: "It's not hot, don't be delicate!" He said and pushed the other person's feet into the water.

His hands were big and strong, and he didn't let go of his feet. Zhou Lan struggled a few times, felt pain in his legs, and stopped moving. After enduring it for a while, he found that it wasn't that hot.

Tang Junquan got up and put the thermos bottle away, and turned on the parental mode again: "You said you are not young anymore, what kind of waste have you made of your body, why are you not sensible like a child?"

The tone of the other party's speech made Zhou Lan very helpful, like an elder coaxing a child. Zhou Lan asked himself since he was a child, except for his mother who dared not speak loudly, no one really coaxed and pampered him like a child. I feel really comfortable.

As soon as he was happy in his heart, his face turned even redder.

Tang Junquan raised his head and saw that his usually bloodless face was flushed red and looked very good-looking. Then he became worried: "Do you have a worse fever? Let me touch it."

Zhou Lan lowered her forehead obediently, waiting for the other party to test the temperature. Tang Junquan also raised her hand. When she was about to touch it, she realized that her hands were covered with footwashing water. Zhou Lan was a boy, so he raised his head and put his lips on Zhou Lan's forehead.

Zhou Lan was stunned and didn't move, but Tang Junquan withdrew first, and said with confidence: "It's okay, it's not as bad as just now, I think the temperature is a little lower, it seems that this foot bath really works, Wait until tomorrow to take some medicine"

He said it himself, Zhou Lan turned around slowly, without saying a word.

Lying on the bed at night, Zhou Lan opened his eyes in the dark, and said, "Brother Zhou, I haven't asked your age yet, if you don't mind, how about we exchange blue notes?"

Tang Junquan was a little confused just now, but he woke up again after being called out: "Okay, as long as you want, I think it's quite suitable."

"You must be older than me, I recognize you as a righteous brother." Zhou Lan said.

Tang Junquan has always liked this brother Zhou very much, and besides, the two of them had a fateful friendship, so he turned over, propped his head on one hand, and faced Zhou Lan from the side: "I am 36 this year, if you don't mind, call me Loud—"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhou Lan's "Ah". Zhou Lan half sat up and said without thinking: "Then you can give birth to me when you are 17 years old!"

Tang Junquan didn't understand what it meant, and didn't know how to answer. He just heard Zhou Lan say excitedly: "At your age, you already have a family and children, right?"

"Yes, my family is in Heihe, and my daughter is 15 years old."

"I will treat your daughter as a brother, what do you think?"

Tang Junquan thought for a few seconds to understand, and stretched out his hand to slap Zhou Lan's head: "Hey, you are so stupid, is there such a person who downgrades himself?"

Zhou Lan thought for a while, and said slowly: "I am willing, I don't have a younger sister yet." Then, as if she was determined to enter the family tree, she raised her voice: "If you don't admit it, then it's not bad for me to marry her. , Papa Tang!"

"My daughter can't marry you, a big smoker." Tang Junquan knew that the other party was joking, so he continued to chat with him, and at the same time, put Zhou Lan, who was wearing thin clothes, under the bed.

"What's wrong with the big smoker? My husband has cooked rice. If he doesn't marry me, who else can he marry?" Zhou Lan blurted out.

These words are very beastly, Tang Junquan listened harshly, thinking why this child was taking evil spirits for a while, and then said sternly, "You speak like a bandit, don't fail to imitate it!"

Seeing that he was a little angry, Zhou Lan leaned over cautiously: "Brother Tang, don't be angry, I'm just kidding." On the other side, a child is lying on the other side like a baby: "Papa Tang, if you teach me, I will learn it well."

Tang Junquan has a wife and a daughter in his family. Because he joined the army to fight against Japan, he has not seen his relatives for several years, and he misses them deeply.Zhou Lan's voice to Mr. Tang was like a finger pressing a switch in his heart.