Thousand lamps

Chapter 2 Xiao Cai: Streamer

I blew out the light and was about to close the window when I heard someone turning over from there.Without thinking about it, I immediately took the initiative, flew over following the sound, and blocked the man in the corner.

My eyes cannot see at night, which makes me almost powerless in the dark.In order to suppress the other party, I had to stick to him tightly and imprison him firmly.

It seems that he should be a man, with a sword on the right side of his waist, bound by me like this, out of reach.He was injured, the wound was still bleeding, and the smell of blood kept pouring into my nasal cavity.This conclusion reassured me that he was not much of a threat to me and probably just wanted to come in for refuge.So I went to touch his face, maybe it was my old acquaintance, I don't know.

I was about to ask a question, but he struggled angrily and said, "What are you doing! You can kill a scholar, but you can't be humiliated!" His voice was very clear, which reminded me of the Lingling spring at the foot of Tianshan Mountain.When I spoke, my breath was on my face, like a warm wind.

It doesn't look like an old acquaintance.So, I asked the question I couldn't publish just now: "Who are you?"

He said he passed by here a month ago and begged me for a bowl of water.

A group of people did come here a month ago, but what impressed me the most was the man in the lead.He rode a claret-colored horse, and from the horse's decorations and the person's attire, he could tell that this person was extraordinarily dignified.It has been many years since no one of high status has come to this poor country, so I took a few extra glances at that man.The man caught my gaze and licked the corner of his mouth at me. I froze and nodded in greeting.

However, I also remember that the person who was sent to beg for tea obviously didn't have this voice!

He lied!

Why is he lying?

Therefore, I decided that he was hostile.So I let go of the hand that locked him, and quickly grabbed his neck again.

I originally planned to lend him this shabby house to take refuge, but he lied to me!I said angrily, "You're lying!"

But I immediately realized that something was wrong. Since the other party dared to lie to me, he naturally guessed that I couldn't see him.At this time, I was holding the oil lamp in one hand and pinching his neck with the other. In such a flawed posture, although he was injured, but with a sword attached to his waist, it was easy to kill me.

Sure enough, he struggled to pull out his sword and slashed at me. I backed up again and again, and in desperation took the oil lamp in my hand to block.The oil in the oil lamp was spilled when I rushed towards him, I backed up again and again, he pressed on every step of the way, and then he and I stepped on the newly spilled lamp oil and fell to the ground.

He fell straight on top of me, and I groaned when I suffered such a sudden heavy blow.

Immediately afterwards, with a bang, the sword landed not far from me.I could tell that the quality of the sword was very good, and it was definitely a masterpiece that I had never seen in my life.I suddenly came to my senses, I pushed him away, turned over and sat up and said, "You are not begging for tea, you are drinking tea."

He seemed to be extremely tired, lying on the ground without getting up, he said angrily, "Yes, Your Excellency has good ears!"

I stood up, I'm never very warm-hearted, but at this moment I felt that I should find him some medicine to stop the bleeding.But groping in the dark made it impossible for me to move forward, and soon I knocked over many things, and made some irons clank.

Then, I heard him panting and jokingly say: "Hey, I said, do you have to kill me?"

I thought his joke was really inappropriate, so I replied coldly: "I've never seen you like this, you're almost bleeding dry, and you still have the heart to make a joke!"

I heard the rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other. He should have turned over and sat up very quickly.And he seemed to have heard something important, and his voice raised a bit: "What? You're not going to kill me?"

Can't you see it?If he wanted to kill me, he would have picked up his saber and stabbed him when it fell to the ground.I ignored him and continued to search.

"You can see, come here, I'll give you medicine." I said.

Then I heard that he seemed to be searching for something. Not long after, a beam of fire appeared in front of my eyes. I was surprised, squinting my eyes and slowly adapting to the sudden light.

"Fire pockets, I keep them with me, I used to find them bothersome, but now they come in handy!" He walked over and explained.Then he looked at me, and I looked at him, and then he realized something, and exclaimed: "Ah! I thought you were blind! I said, I saw you just fine before."

"Thanks to you, my dog's eyes are not bad enough to be blind." I retorted almost meanly.When I raised my eyes, I met his eyes, bright, clear and simple like a deer.Only then did I realize my irrationality, and softened my tone slightly: "It's just that I can't see things clearly at night when the light is dark."

With the slightly dim light, I could see his appearance clearly, his thin face, sword-like eyebrows, star-like eyes, heroic nose bridge, and ink-splashed lips—and memory in the same.It's just that he was riding a fine horse, with cold and lofty eyes; but at this moment, he was obedient and approachable, like what a clear young man should look like.

It's what I've longed for but never had.So clear, so pure, and so flamboyant.Like the scorching sun and the clear spring in the mountains.

I made him sit down pretending to be expressionless, removed his clothes, and carefully applied the medicine to him.I laughed at myself: "It is indeed no different from a blind man at night."

He was bleeding from several knife and arrow wounds, as well as some old scars.I have seen real swords and guns at a young age, and I can't help but admire him.He frowned, as if he was enduring pain, very much like me who used to pretend to be strong—the stubborn expression was exactly the same.

"Hey, my name is Du Yi, and I have some strength in the court. Seeing that you are good at martial arts, will you follow me?" He squinted his eyes and said in a brisk tone, like a jumping bird, as if he could sing a song at any time.

Before I could answer, he said again: "Anyway, it doesn't matter if you don't agree. You saved me. Now we are grasshoppers on the same rope. When the Khitans come in, let's obey!" And put on a look that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

"You..." I gave him a funny look: "According to what you said, I can stab you to death right now to claim credit from the Khitan people."

Just as the medicine was being applied, I slapped a wound on his chest as if in revenge.He suffered from the pain, took a breath, and said angrily: "You are a disciple, you take this opportunity to retaliate!" For this reason, I was a little elated, as if I had done something great.Then I realized my strangeness, I was as naive as a child!It's a bit weird, but I still have a deadpan, calm demeanor on my face.

Du Yi listened to my words and stared at me bitterly.I think it's funny, if you are allowed to be arrogant and domineering, why don't I take the opportunity to take revenge?

After getting dressed, he tentatively asked, "Oh, are you not with me?"

"Don't follow me." I said word by word, articulate very clearly.Then I showed him the way and asked him to go directly to the famous ghost doctor in this area tomorrow morning. : "Replenish your energy here tonight, your injury is not too serious, you should be fine on your way tomorrow."

Du Yi angrily put the sword back into the scabbard: "I am a wounded patient, you only keep me for one night!"

I suddenly wondered if he had seen real swords and guns. With such a brain, it's no wonder that he won't suffer defeat on the battlefield!But where did the old and new injuries come from?I was expressionless: "Otherwise?" I held the torch, took two steps forward, and gave Du Yi a bag of coils and dry food: "Could it be that you want the Khitans to come and kidnap you tomorrow?"

The reason why I reject Du Yi is not because I regard wealth and utilitarianism as floating clouds, nor because I am greedy for life and afraid of death, but because I have been here incognito for many years, and I enjoy myself in a corner.

Sometimes, I will think of some past events for no reason, and think of those days when I was driving darts with my father and uncle.However, memories often stop at puddles of bright red hot blood. There is so much blood, so red, so hot... Every time the villain's knife falls, the blood gushes out. It belongs to my father, belongs to me My mother's, my uncle's, my little sister who has just passed...

I just don't want to repeat the life of licking blood on the tip of a knife in the past. I also want to be like a normal person, guarding my family and spending my life peacefully like this.Even though I can only guard their graves now, guarding that pile of loess...

Du Yi, you have the right to think that I am greedy for life and afraid of death.