Half Demon and Half Mountain

On Saturday afternoon, Huan Le sat alone on the threshold of the gate, knocking a brick on the walnuts that Cen Shen had sent him, eating walnut meat while looking at the entrance of the alley in the distance.

It took Agui half an hour to crawl out of the house and asked him what he was doing. Huan Le replied, "I'm observing. Master said that I don't understand the depth of people's hearts and the size of the world. It's okay to run away from home, but to go back I have to write ten articles and bring them to him."

"Is your master the master of the academy? There are also some who encourage students to run away from home?" Agui asked.

"The master is naturally the master of the academy. He is the best master in the world, but he is very poor." Huan Le tilted his head and recalled: "He accepted me because I was rich because he was too poor."

Agui: "...Your master is really eclectic, so have you observed any tricks?"

"No, the world is so vast, and my heart is so troubled." Huan Le shook his head, and "slap" went down with another brick and slapped the walnuts in pieces.

"Then you take your time to worry." Agui didn't like the profound literary style he pretended to be, so he ran back slowly to find the goldfish to play with.

After two days of peaceful days, Huan Le sat on the threshold and knocked walnuts every day, but he didn't hold back a word.He also went to observe the door of Mr. Wu's house next door for a long time, but he just didn't see any tricks, which is quite regrettable.

Cen Shen enjoyed the rare peace because of this, and his complexion improved a lot.

But on the afternoon of the third day, Huan Le suddenly made a fuss and rushed in from the outside, so startled that Agui, who was crawling out of the water tank, fell back with a plop.

Cen Shen wanted to lock the door in a hurry, but it was too late, Huan Le grabbed the door frame and asked him with wide eyes: "Wu Cairen is the emperor?"

Cen Shen paused when he closed the door, and asked, "Do you have an opinion?"

Huan Le shook his head hastily, his eyes were full of excitement: "It's amazing, it's amazing, she's a human being, my mother has to fight three hundred games if she wants to take over the mountain and become king."

Huan Le's reaction was beyond Cen Shen's expectation, he subconsciously asked, "You have no objection?"

"Why do I object?" Huan Le didn't know why.

Cen Shen was silent, although he hadn't asked carefully about Huan Le's background, but a young man in brocade who dared to cross the imperial city in the middle of the night must be either rich or noble.

The noble children in the imperial city accept the most orthodox etiquette.

Huan Le seemed to see Cen Shen's doubts, laughed, and opened his hands to explain: "No matter which human being is the emperor, the mountains and rivers are still my mountains and rivers."

Cen Shen was slightly taken aback, but he forgot that Huan Le is a monster after all.In the world of monsters, for tens of thousands of years, there is only one iron law - the strong are respected.

But at the same time, Cen Shen thought of a good way to restrain Huan Le.

"How did you know that Wu Cairen became the emperor?" he asked.

"Grandma Wang next door invited me to watch TV." Huan Le replied, "The TV is really good."

Cen Shen doesn't have a TV at home, only a computer that he uses to assist with his work, which he modified himself, and he doesn't let others touch it at all.Huan Le doesn't have a mobile phone, so he didn't know this fact until today, which is known to everyone in China except him.

But what surprised Cen Shen the most was that he had lived here for so many years without recognizing his neighbors. Huan Le had only been here for three days, and he was able to watch TV at Grandma Wang's house next door.

Who is more like a modern man?

Cen Shen asked Huan Le to stay in the studio, and went home alone to bring a stack of books.These are the materials related to the Tang Dynasty that he found when he was researching the small hydrangea, including official history, unofficial history, anecdotes and books related to various artifacts.

He gave the book to Huan Le, and rarely said gently: "Take it and read."

Huan Le was a little overwhelmed by the flattery, put down his book and ran out again, he ran back after a few seconds, and handed a glass jar to Cen Shen: "Here you are."

Cen Shen took it and saw a jar full of peeled walnuts.He was stunned, not knowing what to say for a while, but Huan Le gave the walnut, thinking that it was reciprocal, and proudly ran to the sofa with the book in his arms.

The sofa has completely become his base, because the sofa is not long enough, he also placed a low stool next to it.

Huan Le went to read a book, and the small courtyard regained its former calm.Cen Shen saw that he was watching intently, and the little guilt in his heart slowly dissipated, so he turned his head and continued to study his formation.

Agui was bored basking in the sun on all fours on the veranda. It was only March, so it was as boring as if he was hibernating.

But the tranquility of the small courtyard did not last long. After nightfall, when Cen Shen was lying on the bed and was about to sleep, he suddenly heard faint muttering and suspicious crying from the next door.

He listened quietly for a while, the sound was still there, but he didn't want to ignore it.Turn over, plug your ears and go back to sleep.

But Cen Shen overestimated the quality of his sleep. Unless a person like him was extremely tired, he would not be able to fall asleep peacefully even with the slightest sound, let alone sobbing faintly in the dark.

He tossed and turned until two o'clock in the morning, and finally couldn't help getting out of bed, opened the door of the studio next door with a "bang", and swept the sofa like a knife—no one was there.

Cen Shen was stunned. At this moment, Agui was lying on the side of the water tank and pointed to the ground, only then did he find Huan Le lying on the ground.

The moonlight is like water, and the ground is dizzy.In the room with no lights on, the long-haired boy was wearing thin home clothes and lying on a pile of books with his knees hugged. Tears flowed quietly from his eyes and wet the yellowed paper. And his eyes were full of confusion and emptiness.

For a moment, Cen Shen felt that what he was facing was just an empty shell from 300 years ago. As for his soul, he had been lost in the billowing dust of history.

Sad, really sad.

This is no longer the boy who said "The mountains and rivers are still my mountains and rivers" during the day.

"Get up." Cen Shen said, turning on the light.

Huan Le turned her head to look at him, sniffed softly, then turned her head and continued to be sad.This made Cen Shen suddenly feel a sense of guilt. This kind of guilt comes from inhumane spoilers, like holding a big cake pan and hitting the opponent on the head with a "bang".

After all, history is not a TV series, it is real.When everything is reduced to a few words, the lives of thousands of people, the brilliance they once had, and all the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys no longer exist, and the sense of loss may not be something he, an outsider, can understand.

"Get up, go to the sofa." Cen Shen's tone slowed down a bit.

"I don't." Huan Le's eyes were red, and he refused to cooperate.

Cen took a deep breath, restrained his violent temper, and continued: "No matter how much you cry, the death of Tang Dynasty is death. You should understand this from the time you first came here."

Ah Gui didn't like it when he heard it: "It hurts my heart!"

Huan Le's heart was pierced into a sieve by Cen Shen, knowing it was one thing, but seeing the cold description in the history books with his own eyes was another, especially seeing so many old people he was familiar with.

dying.

passed out.

Tell him how to face the elders of Datang in the future.

So Huan Le pursed his mouth, stared at Cen Shen with red eyes, tried not to cry but the way his tears refused to control, made Cen Shen also feel the feeling of a sword piercing his heart.

He would rather go back to the time when he and Huan Le stabbed each other when they first met.

"If you cry again, I'll tie you up." Cen Shen frowned.

"Why are you doing this?" Agui murmured faintly, "Is it so difficult to admit that I can't comfort others? I feel sorry for him."

Cen Shen immediately flew over with a sharp eye, and Agui shrank his head in fright, really shrinking his head like a turtle.

Huan Le turned over, turned his back to Cen Shen, and said sullenly, "Leave me alone."

Cen Shen rubbed the center of his brows, and then asked, "Can't you get up?"

Huan Le: "I don't."

One minute later, Huan Le turned into a human-flesh rice dumpling tied with a red thread again, and was thrown onto the sofa.Cen Shen was picking up the quilt that fell on the ground and covering him, and he was done.

Agui continued to shrink his head, not daring to speak out.

But Cen Shen, who had finished all this, did not leave. It was three o'clock in the morning. He looked at the time, turned around and went to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee, and continued to repair the magic circle with the lights on.

Huan Le lay on the sofa without making a sound, the room was surprisingly quiet, only the slight sound of the pen nib walking on the paper.

After about half an hour, Cen Shen walked to the sofa again and asked, "Have you calmed down?"

Huan Le buried her face in the pillow and pointed the back of her head at him.He's angry, you can tell by the strands of his hair, he's angry.

Cen Shen: "..."

Agui couldn't help but said aloud: "Dogs want to smooth their fur, why don't you pet his head?"

Huan Le raised his head immediately: "It's useless to follow the hair!"

"Oh~" Agui nodded: "You see, he needs to be smoothed."

Cen Shen: "..."

He raised his hand, put it down again, even stood up and took a step back.

Huan Le's eyes widened in disbelief.Thinking of him as the famous Mr. Huan, there is no one in all over the world who doesn't like him. Why is this person like this?

Are hedgehogs and dogs natural enemies?

Agui silently recited "I pierced my heart, I pierced my heart", and plunged into the water with a plop, deciding not to care about the young man's sensibility.

"Cough." Cen Shen felt uncomfortable when he was watched, and he had unknowingly relapsed into smoking, but he couldn't find it in his pockets.He had no choice but to suppress this impulse and ask, "Want to eat meat?"

Huan Le turned her head away, so angry that she forgot her sadness.

Cen Shen didn't ask any more questions, turned around and went straight to the kitchen, rummaged through the refrigerator to find the last bit of meat, and decided to make grilled ribs.Because he is too focused on the study of magical instruments on weekdays, he does not often cook, and it is even difficult to eat on time.

But Cen Shen's culinary skills are passable, either he doesn't do it, or he will definitely do his best.

Skillfully chopped the ribs, marinated them with various seasonings, and took out some asparagus to serve as a side dish.The method of side dishes is very simple. Cut them into long and short shapes, and then blanch them in hot water with salt and oil. The most important thing is to put them on the plate.

There is no rush to make side dishes, wait until the ribs are marinated and put in the oven to be baked soon, and it will be done in one go.

It took a long time to wait for the ribs to be grilled. Cen Shen finally found a cigarette in the iron box in the kitchen that he had thrown in casually before. He leaned against the door frame and smoked slowly.

In fact, he doesn't like smoking, and the doctor who saw him warned him not to smoke, so he only takes two or three puffs of a cigarette, mostly waiting for it to burn out slowly.What he likes is the feeling of looking at flowers in the mist when exhaling smoke, which can make you pull away from yourself and get a moment of thinking time.

Can't sleep most of the night, and have to cook for the pups, who can blame it?

Cen Shen took a puff of smoke slowly, and finally found a suitable word-self-inflicted.

Suddenly, a "plop" came from the direction of the studio, accompanied by a clear and painful cry of "ouch".Cen Shen pictured Huan Le's angry appearance in his mind, and suddenly smiled.

He didn't help, he didn't have such kindness.

The aroma gradually wafted out of the oven, riding the night wind, filling the entire small courtyard.The commotion in the studio suddenly became much louder. The boy bound by the red thread was restless and rolled to the edge of the glass wall. Looking through the glass, he didn't see anything to eat, only saw Cen Shen in the lower half of the door frame under the moonlit night. .

He is holding the thin white stick again, hiding in the haze of smoke, like the beauty under the moon described in the master's poem, which makes people unable to help being curious and exploring.