Life

10.

"what happened?"

Jiang Yuan was stunned for a while, only to come out of the memory after being called out by Zhao Jiu.

The sweet-scented osmanthus sugar had all melted, Jiang Yuan looked away, turned the tip of his tongue, and answered him slowly: "It's okay, I'm thinking of my mother."

Zhao Jiu didn't ask him, but Jiang Yuan kept talking to himself: "I liked to eat this when I was young, and my mother often bought it for me."

As he spoke, he laughed.

Originally thought that Zhao Jiu would not talk to him, but unexpectedly he heard a questioning.

"Is your mother okay?"

It was rare for Jiang Yuan to hear what this fool was interested in, so he glanced at him and replied, "It's been many years since I passed away."

"How did you die?" Zhao Jiu was still asking, with a strange light shining deep in his eyes.

Jiang Yuan gradually clenched his fists, tapped lightly on the table, and asked him suspiciously: "Why are you asking this?"

Zhao Jiu and him looked at each other for a while, then stood up and said, "Just ask."

He stopped talking, put away the bowl and changed the bandages, and went out.

Leaving Jiangyuan alone in the room, his eyes became darker and darker, cold and frighteningly cold.

11.

At night, Jiang Yuan went to bed first, and Zhao Jiu didn't know what he was doing alone, so he went to bed after a while.

The two slept with their backs facing each other, and neither could see the other.

A few hours later, around midnight, Jiang Yuan, who was supposed to be in a deep sleep, opened his eyes, and his eyes were clear, not at all like someone who just woke up.

He slowly lifted the quilt, and it happened that Zhao Jiu groaned in his dream, turned over, and his sleeping face was facing Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yuan squinted his eyes, and his eyes fell on the fading strangle marks on Zhao Jiu's neck.

He is a very vigilant person, and he is also very smart, he can even speculate that Zhao Jiu must have seen the wanted notice in the city when he entered the city today.Although the idiot kept silent, Jiang Yuan felt something strange sensitively.

Jiang Yuan stretched out his hand, and wrapped it around Zhao Jiu's neck, covering the original scar.

People don't kill heaven and earth for themselves, if this fool disappears in the world, no one will find out, if the fool doesn't die, he is in danger of being discovered.

His hands are so strong that he can instantly break Zhao Jiu's neck, allowing him to sleep peacefully in dreamland forever.

But he hesitated and didn't make a move.

Without the fool, it wouldn't affect anyone. It's the same without Jiang Yuan. His death still won't cause any trouble.

It's just two poor people.

12.

It was morning again, and everything was as usual.

Zhao Jiu got up early, cooked porridge as usual, brought it to the bed, but found that Jiang Yuan was still on the bed, sleeping deeply.

He was stunned for a moment, then put down the bowl and decided to call him up.

He patted Jiang Yuan's shoulder, and said softly, "Get up."

Jiang Yuan was sleepy, his hair was disheveled like a chicken coop, he scratched his ears, and got out of bed in a daze.

After washing his face and drinking porridge, he woke up.

He pushed open the door and opened it wide.

Zhao Jiu was working as usual, chopping firewood to fetch water, and after fetching water, he put on his boots and went to pick vegetables in the vegetable garden.

Jiang Yuan watched him busy, suddenly felt bored, pulled a small stool and started chopping firewood.

He is very strong, and he is also handy with the machete. Seeing that the split firewood is neatly piled up, the pile is getting higher and higher.

When Zhao Jiu came back from the vegetable garden and saw him working, he didn't stop him. He grabbed a few small vegetables and went into the kitchen, and came out with a handful of straw.

He sat beside Jiang Yuan, and silently bundled the firewood he had chopped into bundles.

Jiang Yuan picked up his sleeves and wiped his sweat, then turned to look at Zhao Jiu who was busy with his head down.

"Zhao Jiu." Jiang Yuan called him.

"Ok?"

Seeing Zhao Jiu look up, Jiang Yuan smiled, took a thinner piece of firewood, and began to write and draw on the ground.

There was a layer of wood ash on the ground, and the tips of the logs scraped across them, leaving vague marks.

Jiang Yuan stopped, pointed to what he had written, looked straight at Zhao Jiu and said, "This is my name, Jiang Yuan."

Zhao Jiu reacted a little slower, and it took him a long time to react. He said the two words jerky, "Jiang Yuan."

Jiang Yuan leaned closer and pointed at those two words, with a smile on his face.

"Jiang of Jianghe, Yuan of Yuanshui."