chaotic world

Du Yunfeng's walking posture is quite personal.He has tall legs and long legs, and he walks with big strides, giving the impression that three steps are combined into two steps, like a naughty big boy, and also like a lone wolf climbing a mountain.

Walking into the crowd and standing behind Zhou Lan, Du Yunfeng put his hands in his pockets and bent down. His disheveled hair swept across Zhou Lan's side face, and his chin rested on the opponent's shoulder: "You're pretty good at playing cards!"

Zhou Lan didn't have time to pay attention to him, and didn't look at him, letting him touch her: "Don't make trouble, I'm about to win."

Du Yunfeng stopped talking, just bent over, looking at the deck of cards in Nen's hand, a good card, needless to say, he will definitely win.

"Go, I'll take you out for a walk." Du Yunfeng tugged Zhou Lan's sleeve and pulled him out. Inexplicable, but he didn't object, and turned around and shouted as he walked: "Hei Sier, collect the money I won."

The two walked away, Jin Xiaoman scratched his head and said, "If you win money, you can't run properly!"

Hei Si'er, who was pulling silver dollars into the lapel of his clothes, said without raising his head, "Why, Xiao Man, you are not satisfied, then you can bring Master An back."

Jin Xiaoman slapped his thigh: "Fuck, I... how dare I, he dares even the eldest brother, dare..."

Fortunately, he is not good at speaking.

Hei Si'er raised his head and gave him a look.

Someone next to him asked what he meant, what happened to his elder brother.

Jin Xiaoman swallowed his saliva and shouted that it's all right, he dared to bet even his eldest brother...'s money.

Hei Si'er glared at him, turned his head and walked away with his bulging skirt in his arms.

Du Yunfeng held the reins of the horse in his hand, clamped his legs, and stood up obediently in the snow. Zhou Lan was sitting in front of him, which would happen to be wrapped in his arms.

"I know you have quick fingers." Du Yunfeng said.

"Did you see it?" Zhou Lan tilted his head slightly, he didn't flirt with Du Yunfeng, he cheated when playing cards, and admitted it without thinking.It's just strange that I am very skilled in technology, and no one should be able to see the flaws.

"No, young master, your cards are too good, I guess, you see you beat them all into paupers!" Du Yunfeng said with a smile.

Zhou Lan turned her head and looked at Du Yunfeng seriously: "Yunfeng, what a wonderful thing money is."

After speaking, he turned his head and laughed: "Run, hurry up!"

Zhou Lan loved money, and it was like this when he was a child. Du Yunfeng knew that Zhou Lan wanted to study in Europe and needed a lot of money.

"If he got enough money, he should leave, right?" Du Yunfeng thought to himself.

The terrain of Black Eagle Mountain is steep and steep. There is only a secret path up and down the mountain. The two of them rode horses down the mountain. When they arrived at the open land, the bottom of the mountain was warmer than the top of the mountain. up.

"Master, this horse is considered tame, but you have to know how to ride it yourself, otherwise it can knock you off." Du Yunfeng said.

This barren meadow is a good place to practice horseback riding.

Du Yunfeng withdrew his feet from the stirrups and replaced them with Zhou Lan's feet.

"Step on the soles of your feet, don't use the soles of your feet." Du Yunfeng stuffed the reins into Zhou Lan, and covered his hands loosely, feeling slightly cold.

The hair on the top of Zhou Lan's head always brushed his lips lightly, itching.

Being embraced by Du Yunfeng, Zhou Lan concentrated on controlling his hands and feet. The horse changed from a step to a trot, and Du Yunfeng silently changed into a hugging posture.

The young grass had just passed the horse's hoof, and the wind was gradually blowing in his ears. Zhou Lan's movements became more and more coordinated. He realized the joy of riding a horse and giggled.

Xuelizhan is a good horse with spirituality. It is not particularly bumpy when it runs. Du Yunfeng feels that the waist in his arms is flexible and lean. As he runs, the up and down lines are clear. He likes this feeling. Something was wrong, his face became hot, and his body stepped back.Fortunately, it was thickly worn in early spring, so it was not easy to be noticed.

Du Yunfeng jumped off the horse and took the cigarette from his ear: "Ride yourself, don't be afraid, I'll watch." He struck a match, folded his hands to block the wind, lowered his head with a cigarette in his mouth, and gave Zhou Lan a profile.

"Okay" Zhou Lan's voice was crisp and bright, and he galloped his horse far away.

Du Yunfeng's face was very hot. Seeing Zhou Lan running away, he put out the fire with his fingers together, sat backwards on the grass, took off his cotton jacket, and inside was an old shirt, which he had worn from Tianjin before, and was washed a little fade.

He and Song Shudong were not so embarrassed when they were real swordsmen. He just hugged him just now, and his face turned red. Du Yunfeng thought, am I bewitched?

Zhou Lan was always in Du Yunfeng's sight, immersed in the fun of riding a horse. His hair was a little long, and his back was turned back with the wind ups and downs, revealing a smooth forehead. The long legs in the stirrups made a beautiful bend.

With the padded jacket on his body, Du Yunfeng enjoyed everything in front of him.

The sun was colorful, and Zhou Lan was everywhere in his eyes—he controlled the horse flexibly, his legs were tight, and he didn't sit on the horse's back. His body rose and fell elastically and slightly with the frequency of running.There was a big rock in front of him, and Zhou Lan suddenly became playful, and he rushed his horse straight over, approaching a rein, and stood in the snow like a rainbow soaring into the sky

——Du Yunfeng opened his mouth, wanting to say danger, but he swallowed the words. Suddenly, an idea popped up in his mind. If he is disabled and stupid, he will not leave. I am willing to support him for the rest of my life. .

Standing in the snow with all four hooves landed safely, Du Yunfeng was both happy and disappointed.

Du Yunfeng pulled a blade of grass, rubbed it to play, sighed, and lay down on the grass with his head up - there were many random voices in his head: "I can't let him go, break his leg?" Then he whispered to himself Saying "Beast!"

Du Yunfeng continued to think wildly with his head upturned - I have to make him reluctant to leave, but if he doesn't leave, will he and I nest in the ravine as bandits?Even if we become bandits together, can I stand up to him?Man and man, if he wants to know my thoughts, he must be scared to death, disgusting, right?

Du Yunfeng was in the midst of a fierce battle between heaven and man, Zhou Lan led his horse and came to his side: "Xiao Yunfeng, what are you thinking?" He kicked his feet lightly, and then sat down beside him.

Du Yunfeng came back to his senses, looked at him blankly, hesitated for a moment, and said: "It's nothing", then got up and grabbed the half-puffed cigarette, lowered his head to light it, and took a deep breath.

Zhou Lan lay down and closed his eyes.

Xueli stood not far away, grazing quietly with her tail flicked and her head bowed. Occasionally there was the sound of birds chirping, and the surrounding was very quiet.

Du Yunfeng lay on his side with a cigarette in his mouth, propped his head with one hand, and stared at Zhou Lan's face. His closed eyes trembled slightly, the lines of his double eyelids were raised slightly at the end of his eyes, and his eyelashes were long and trembling.

Zhou Lan opened her eyes: "What are you looking at?"

Du Yunfeng didn't say a word, his eyes were thoughtful, and he brought a cigarette to Zhou Lan's mouth: "Take a sip?"

"En." Zhou Lan responded in a low voice, but didn't reach out to take it, and Du Yunfeng brought it directly to his mouth.

Zhou Lan squinted her eyes and took a breath, her lips seemed to touch Du Yunfeng's fingers, she opened her mouth slightly, the smoke was sucked back just as the smoke was about to be spit out, and took a deep breath, the smoke circulated in her lungs , and then spit it on Du Yunfeng's face, the smoke rose faintly, like a potion of ecstasy soup, was sucked into the internal organs by Du Yunfeng.

"Why not?" Du Yunfeng took another puff by himself, the young master had never smoked before, he thought so, but he looked really good when he smoked.

Zhou Lan opened his mouth slightly to signal.

Du Yunfeng felt that something would happen to him if he went on like this, so he stood up abruptly, and then ran away, taking two strong puffs while running, until he was clean.

Clap your hands: "No more!" Du Yunfeng smiled hippie, looking like he deserved a beating.

"Okay, Du Yunfeng, you're rebelling!" Zhou Lan rushed over, and Du Yunfeng accepted the move with a smile. He wanted to put Zhou Lan down and put him under his body.

After twisting for a while, Du Yunfeng felt that something was wrong, so he put more strength into his hand, but no matter how he tried to break it, Zhou Lan dodged like a fish. Inadvertently, Zhou Lan took advantage of the loophole, turned around and fell on his back, Du Yunfeng was thrown to the ground honestly.

"How is it?" Zhou Lan triumphantly rode on his stomach, putting his hands on his shoulders.

"Little ancestor, where did you learn this?" Du Yunfeng's back was painfully separated by the stone.

"Ha, Jin Xiaoman taught it." Zhou Lan made all kinds of faces for Du Yunfeng with both hands.

Jin Xiaoman's family heirloom skills, Du Yunfeng thought to himself that this kid Xiaoman is too real, let him take care of Zhou Lan more, how can he even teach this--after this, he will not be able to bring down the other party!

Du Yunfeng raised his arms and slammed down hard, Zhou Lan's arms were bent, and the whole person lay on Du Yunfeng's body, Du Yunfeng rolled over, and the positions of the two sides were switched: "Haha, young master, you can only let go Now that you’ve reached this point, you won’t be able to do much.”

Zhou Lan struggled hard, but Du Yunfeng remained motionless—there was no one in Black Eagle Village who was Du Yunfeng's opponent.

The sun was shining yellow, and the mountain was about to set. The two planned to go back to the mountain. Zhou Lan was still full of emotions. After all, he came from the city, and he would miss him after leaving for a long time.Du Yunfeng rode back on his horse. Under the setting sun, Zhou Lan pointed to a village not far away and asked where it was. Du Yunfeng replied that it was called Lanshan Village.

"Seeing that there are many wealthy households." Zhou Lan leaned against Du Yunfeng's back, staring at several high-walled courtyards.

Du Yunfeng laughed, and said, young master, you are blind if you don't do banditry.

"Have you ever been to this village?" Zhou Lan asked.

"No." Du Yunfeng replied, "The grass beside the nest is not tasty."

Quiet at night

A pinch of shredded tobacco was wrapped in cigarette paper, and with a lick of his tongue, a cigarette was rolled. Du Yunfeng handed the cigarette to Zhou Lan's mouth, lit a match, and illuminated his brows.

Zhou Lan was holding a cigarette, and was very serious about settling the accounts. On the table were piles of bundled silver dollars, which were all won by Zhou Lan.Du Yunfeng was half-sitting and half-reclining against the table. His big padded jacket was so wimpy and shapeless, he picked up the peanuts and threw them up, and then raised his head to catch them with his mouth. Jumping all over the place.

"You're so grown up, you're not honest." Zhou Lan's brush tip followed Du Yunfeng's strokes, shaking back and forth.

Du Yunfeng rolled his eyes, didn't make a sound, put a handful of peanuts back on the table, he walked up and down the room boredly, lowered his head, turned around when he was about to hit the wall, put his hand in his pocket, and continued silently Walk.

The peanuts on the ground made a crunching sound when he stepped on them.

Du Yunfeng knew that Zhou Lan planned to leave, and Zhou Lan had been saving money.

He couldn't bear him and couldn't stop him, Du Yunfeng thought he couldn't be a bandit, right?Suffering the crime of this poor country, besides, so what if he stays, he is not Song Shudong.

Thinking of Song Shudong, Du Yunfeng slapped himself on the forehead, that kid should be sent down the mountain, three months seems to be coming soon, forget it, let him go.

"The money is much worse." Zhou Lan put down his pen, no matter what he calculated, it was only enough for one person's boat ticket and living expenses, and he had to pay for the expensive tuition fees, not to mention that he wanted to take his mother with him. He doesn't care about the people, but his mother has to take it with him. His mother is old and needs a stable life, so he needs to buy another house abroad, at least rent a decent house, and hire someone to serve him. Which is enough.

"Master, will we see each other in the future?" Du Yunfeng walked around the room with his head full of thoughts, like standing in the snow with his head downcast.

Zhou Lan put down her pen, and gently pulled the stool over: "Yunfeng, come here."

Du Yunfeng walked over carelessly, and sat on a stool facing him timidly. Zhou Lan straightened his face and said, "Whether you sit or not."

Du Yunfeng straightened his back.

Two large bowls were placed on the table, Zhou Lan picked up the jars and filled them up, and brought them to Du Yunfeng: "I respect you!"

It happened so suddenly that Du Yunfeng couldn't figure it out. He took a bowl to look at the wine, and then looked at Zhou Lan.

Zhou Lan drank it all in one gulp. Since he arrived at Black Eagle Mountain, he has been able to drink a lot. No one dared to drink him, but Du Yunfeng always gave him a drink. It was like smoking, and he learned it over time.

When the bowl bottomed out, Liang showed it to Du Yunfeng, wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and Zhou Lan smiled: "Yunfeng, if I really have a brother, I can't be better than you. You treat me well, thank you."

"I deserve my due for being kind to you." Du Yunfeng stared at Zhou Lan thoughtfully, then raised his head and drank the wine. As for Lan himself, Du Yunfeng felt that being nice to Zhou Lan was justified.

Zhou Lan is a person who doesn't show his emotions very much, and has always been restrained. The only thing he can say to Du Yunfeng is something close to his heart. With the fingers of the other hand pressed against his lips, he said mysteriously: "Actually, you are my brother, you don't understand...don't grab my bowl, don't call me young master, call me Mu An from now on," he He hooked Du Yunfeng and swayed back and forth. If Du Yunfeng hadn't sat still, he would have swayed to the ground.

Du Yunfeng's face also turned red, and he felt his temples bouncing under the strength of the wine.

He half-drives and half hugs the other party, letting the other party's hairy head arch back and forth on his chin. He has a good capacity for alcohol and is not drunk yet. He always feels that this is a farewell wine. The wine bowl was tasteless and drank.

Zhou Lan murmured, "If I'm rich enough, I'll take you with me wherever I go, I'm afraid you won't want to if you get used to it."

Du Yunfeng frowned, clasped his arms tightly, and said to himself: "It would be great if your frostbite can't be cured." He buried his face in the other's hair and closed his eyes.

Zhou Lan twisted for a while and then fell asleep, spread out in his arms like a good boy, Du Yunfeng lowered his head, pinched his chin and looked at it again and again, leaning close to the tip of his nose and sticking to the tip of his nose, sucking his lips like nothing. Xiao Xia raised his head, licked his lips, and sighed.

"If I treat him like this, he might get angry if he finds out." He thought, then picked up Zhou Lan and put him on the kang.

At night, he went to the house of San Dang again. When the lights were turned off and his clothes were ripped off, his mind was full of Zhou Lan's double eyelids and pointed chin.

Since the last time, he asked the third shopkeeper to leave a hot kang for Song Shudong to sleep in. He called those young men who always teased him into the room, and kicked them one by one without saying a word in front of Song Shudong. After a meal with a bruised nose and a swollen face, he only said one word during the whole process.

Pushing open the door, Song Shudong was washing his feet, his two little white feet were dangling in the water, the candle light was shattered in the basin.

Du Yunfeng walked over without saying a word, and lay down on the kang like a dead man. He wanted to smoke a cigarette, but he didn't bring it with him. He just stared at the roof without saying a word.

After a while, his feet felt hot. Song Shudong took off his socks and pressed his feet into the hot water basin.

"Why?" Du Yunfeng sat up, his eyes were red, staring at Song Shudong.

Song Shudong didn't even raise his head, and squeezed his feet in the water basin: "You keep your word, and I keep your word."

"What?"

Song Shudong raised his head, his big eyes were very clear: "It was agreed last time, let those little soldiers not bully me, and I will do that with you. If you do it, I will keep my promise."

Du Yunfeng didn't intend to avenge Song Shudong at the beginning, but he felt that each item has its own owner, and I haven't used it up yet, so you guys are fools and dare to make up your mind.

"Is this to repay me?" Du Yunfeng asked playfully.

Song Shudong had already washed his body just now, now he will take the footbath, climb onto the kang and lie down, unbutton the cotton-padded jacket: "Is it okay if I don't repay you? Half a year is coming soon, I keep my word, and you can do it too."

Du Yunfeng fell down again like a discouraged ball, stretched all over, with a disappointed expression on his face, he thought, he was going to leave.

He raised his head and blew out the candle, Song Shudong lay down back to his original position, in the dark, waiting with his neck straight, but after a while, he heard Du Yunfeng's snoring.

He sat up and looked to the side. Du Yunfeng was breathing alcohol, curled up like a dog because of the cold.

"If he gets typhoid, he won't have the energy to torment me." Song Shudong was thinking, he was sitting in the dark and blinking his eyes, the back of Du Yunfeng was hazy, Song Shudong quietly picked up the quilt and moved it to the hot kang , covered himself tightly, fell asleep after a while in the warmth.

In the middle of the night, Song Shudong was woken up by the sound of sneezing. Du Yunfeng was still hunched over with his shoulders in his arms.

Song Shudong pulled up the quilt and thought about it for a while. When he was freezing in the outhouse, he knew what it was like to sleep in the cold. It was Du Yunfeng who told the third child to leave a hot kang for Song Shudong when he had meat to eat. The bowl is good, because Du Yunfeng said that Song Shudong is too thin to look good.

Song Shudong is the only seedling in his family, simple, a good person is a good person, a bad person is a bad person, Du Yunfeng is definitely a bad person, but sometimes he is not bad to himself.Without Du Yunfeng, Song Shudong would not have been tied to the bandit den, and without Du Yunfeng, Song Shudong would have died in the bandit den.

After hesitating for a while, Song Shudong moved the quilt to the top of the kang, and quietly threw a corner of the quilt to Du Yunfeng.