Dugong is polite, Xiaosheng can't stand it

(1) Follow your heart

There are no stars and no moon in the sky, only a pitch-black sky, and there is a little cool wind blowing, which is so cold to people's hearts. It is said that this kind of sky is not common.

The sky was already dark, and the woods were even darker. I couldn't see my fingers. I saw a small light floating slowly in the woods. It was still on and off, and it looked a little scary.

As the saying goes, "cloudy days and dark nights, killing people and seducing souls", I really can't think about the good things in this big night, I don't think it's good enough to have a chill on my back.

In fact, it wasn't a will-o'-the-wisp, it was a broken lantern, but because there were a few holes in the top of the lantern, the person who carried the lantern didn't dare to walk too fast, but there was a wind today, and a small wind blew the light inside the lantern. The fire was blown and flickered, like a will-o'-the-wisp floating in mid-air.

Walking with this light is almost the same as walking in the dark, you still can't see the way clearly, but holding the light will make you feel a little bit better.

The hand holding the lantern was really pale and thin, and the knuckles were whitish, as if the skin was about to burst.

The scholar with a broken lantern shrunk his head and looked around while muttering: "Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha..."

The scholar regretted it. He knew earlier that he should not be arrogant, and he went to Beijing when he said he wanted to go to Beijing. It was in the afternoon when he set off from the town in a fever, and now he has walked in the middle of the night and has not found a place to rest.

Zhao Jun was originally a poor scholar in Shimen Town. He barely made ends meet by teaching the town's children how to read and write.

However, since Emperor Yanfeng came to power, the national road was quite chaotic, the political road was uncertain, and the country was in trouble.

Originally, the scholar didn't mean anything like that, but in the end, even Old Li came to persuade him, and told him all kinds of pros and cons.

After hearing this, the scholar didn't know much about it, but he was full of enthusiasm, so he packed up two pieces of clothes and hurried on the road.

This broken lantern was given to him by Er Gouzi, a kid in the village where he was teaching before leaving. He was embarrassed to refuse, but now it is really useful. Without Amitabha' can not read out.

The wind came again, and the scholar covered the hole in the lantern with his sleeve, but the wind was so strong that the thin, worn gray shirt on the scholar was blown back vigorously, outlining the scholar's thinner body than the clothes.

The wind was too strong, and the little broken lantern still couldn’t support it, and it went out. I couldn’t count the number of times the light went out on the way. Squat down.

He casually pulled out the book from the luggage, tore two sheets from it, and patched up the lantern with saliva on it.

But Huozhezi can't be used no matter what, not even a small spark, alas, good things never come in pairs, and bad things never come singly.

Fearing that the lantern might not be needed anymore, he stuffed the books he had just taken out of the bag into it in a muddle-headed way, regardless of whether the books were folded or not.

There is not even a house in this wilderness, and it is very windy today, and he will spend the night in the woods. His little arms and legs must be frozen into popsicle sticks, and he may die and see the king of hell.

Yama?It is said that this month is dark and windy, and the sky is full of murder and arson. In such a dark sky, there must be many lonely souls... ghosts... no, no, no!The scholar was frightened by his nonsense, and quickly shook his head, wishing to get rid of those gods and ghosts in his head.

The scholar's legs shook like sieves, he hugged his baggage tightly, put his hands together, and bowed around: "Masters, brothers and sisters, Xiaosheng is just a weak scholar. He was a scholar at the age of 12, and he is still alone. I'm clean..."

As he spoke, the scholar felt that he might be proposing a marriage, and he was paralyzed with fright, so he should not let the ghost lady from another family fall in love with him.

He has read those playbooks, and the ladies in the playbooks are all obsessed with scholars. Thinking of this, Zhao Jun immediately changed her words: "What Xiaosheng just said didn't mean that, please let Xiaosheng go Ming Lu, ah no, as the saying goes, you can get enough food and clothing with your own hands...the same is true for moving your feet, Xiaosheng should go on his own."

After finishing speaking, the scholar was about to leave quickly, but he slammed headfirst into a tree with a thud, and he was in a daze. Before he could react, he lost his balance and fell down.

ah!The scholar slid a few meters before crashing into a deep pit. The scholar was thrown so badly that he almost passed out, the bones on his back began to ache, and he was so painful that he curled up on the ground without breathing for a long time.

After a while, Zhao Jun touched here in the dark. The wall of the pit is smooth and there is no grass. This may be a hunting hole dug by a hunter. The scholar has never dug this thing, but he has never eaten pork. You have to see pigs running.

If he was hunting a hole, he would have to wait for someone to rescue him, even wild animals could not crawl out, not to mention that he was a scholar with no strength to restrain him.

He groped around, looking for his bundle and lantern, and when he fell, he was holding on to those things so that he wouldn't fall too far.

He carefully reached out his hand to touch it, and when he touched the fabric, he was overjoyed, but when he grabbed it, he felt a strange touch, a little hard, and it was sticky and cool to the touch.

When he retracted his hand, it was sticky and had a fishy smell, like blood. The scholar was so frightened that he lost his soul and kept shrinking in the opposite direction. He happened to bump into something and was startled again. lantern.

The lantern was crushed by him, and the scholar hurriedly pulled the candle out from inside, wiped the dirt on his clothes, and blew on the flame that did not ignite over and over again, until his cheeks hurt, and finally it blew , Hurry up and light the candles.

He took a candle and shone it over there, and it really was a person, covered in blood, he leaned over, sniffed, and found that he was still alive.

The scholar hurriedly put the candle on the ground, and started to help the man up. The man was really heavy. He took a long time to move the man. This movement woke the man up.

For a moment, the scholar didn't know where the man pulled out the sword, and the blade was on his throat. The scholar didn't even dare to breathe. The man's eyes were shining, as if he had never been in a coma before.

Zhao Jun lay on the ground spineless and begged for mercy: "Hero, please forgive me. Xiaosheng is just a passing scholar who fell into a pit. Just now I want to move you to a dry place, here is the tide."

The man was silent, but after a few glances at the scholar, he put down the sword. The seriously injured man stood up by himself, moved to a dry place and sat down.

Zhao Jun saw the tide on the ground, half of which was the moisture on the ground and half of that person's blood. It seemed that he had suffered a serious injury.

They both fell into the same pit, and they really felt sympathy for each other. Zhao Jun took a look at the wounds on that person, and then looked at herself. Sure enough, the heavens treated him well, and he was not hurt when he fell. It's too miserable.

(2) Together

Out of sympathy, Zhao Jun bent down and timidly walked to the bag, and squatted opposite the man with the bag, her mouth opened and closed without saying a word, and after a while she said: "Xiaosheng knows a little about medicine, you It's not convenient to bandage, let me bandage it for you."

The man had his eyes closed to rest, but when he heard what he said, he opened his eyes suddenly, and stared at him with a pair of dark eyes, making the scholar feel a little uncomfortable.

"That...well, look, if I were a bad guy, I wouldn't have moved you for you just now, and just killed..." Seeing the change in the man's eyes, Zhao Jun was immediately discouraged, and her voice became smaller and smaller. Finally, he asked, "I won't hurt you, okay?"

When the man nodded, the scholar was so happy that he didn't know who was helping whom. Usually clumsy and slightly injured, I didn’t expect to use it to save people now.

Zhao Jun took off her coat and stabbed and tore it into long strips. It really looked like that when she was working seriously.

"what's your name?"

Zhao Jun didn't see the man answering the question, so she naturally looked up at him and saw that the man's face was stained with blood and his lips were dry. He put the medicine there, then turned around and took the water bag, opened it, and handed it to the man's mouth side.

Seeing that the man didn't drink, Zhao Jun paused, took a sip, and handed it to the man's mouth: "Don't be disgusted, if you don't believe me, I'll take a sip, it's not poisonous."

The man bowed his head and took a sip to moisten his throat. After tasting the water, he took another sip before pursing his lips.

The scholar felt that the man's eyebrows and eyes were particularly good-looking, with black eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and the moist and restored lips were also very good-looking, but they were a little thinner.

Is it a daughter?The scholar thought that he was unlucky, so he might meet a lady who escaped from the house and disguised herself as a man.

The scholar stared at the man's lips for a long time unconsciously, Xue Yu was annoyed by the look, and whispered: "Bandage."

Which lady had such a low voice, Zhao Jun immediately came back to her senses, a little embarrassed, she responded repeatedly, and hurriedly brought the cloth strips and the medicine powder.

When Xue Yu saw that the scholar saw that he knew about medicine, he believed it. He closed his eyes and took a nap. He could still bear the pain.

Zhao Jun stopped with a strip of cloth: "It's time to start bandaging."

"Ah."

The scholar had no strength in his hands, and the cloth strips were tied too loosely every time. Xue Yu frowned and said, "Just use your strength."

Although it was said that he had been prepared for a long time, the pain in his arm made Xue Yu feel that something was wrong. When he opened his eyes, Xue Yu couldn't help but frowned, and suppressed the anger in his heart: "Will you know what to do?"