Chun Feng Du Jian

Under Siyou Mountain, Maling Town.

Tuozhou is sparsely populated, with many mountains and ridges. It is not considered a rich place. Compared with Jiuqu, the villages and towns are more than a star and a half poorer. There is not much to see in Maling Town.Wen Heng and Xue Qinglan found a fairly clean restaurant, sat down opposite each other, and asked the waiters to serve some freshly made hot dishes.

Wen Heng, a pauper, just acted as the shopkeeper, and Xue Qinglan agreed to ask him everything when he ordered food. He only raised his eyebrows when he heard him ordering wine, and smiled in surprise: "Yo, I have grown up."

Xue Qinglan avoided his gaze a little uncomfortably, and said, "It's a happy event to reunite after a long absence, and we should drink a glass of water and wine to celebrate."

Wen Heng smiled and said nothing.When the time passed, the buddy delivered the dishes, wine and rice one by one.The two poured a glass of wine each, and Xue Qinglan raised his glass and said, "Brother He has made a great achievement with this glass. His hard work pays off, and he will surely be famous in the world and shine in the future." Drink up your head.

The village mash is light and the taste of the wine is not strong, but Wen Heng has never had the opportunity to drink since he was a child, so this wine is still a bit exciting for him.He swallowed hard, his brows unconsciously frowned, but he saw Xue Qinglan raised his hand without changing his expression, and filled the cup for the two of them again, holding the cup with a long-standing proficiency.

"Second cup, congratulations to you and me when we meet again after parting. I am very happy that brother treats me with the same friendship as before."

Wen Heng looked at him with eyes that deepened, and drank a second glass of wine with him.

Xue Qinglan picked up the jug again, and poured the wine into the cup like a thread: "This cup——"

A chopstick of fried pheasant fell into the bowl in front of him, interrupting his speech.Wen Heng lowered his eyes and picked some mushrooms for himself, and said casually, "Eat some vegetables first to pad your stomach. Drinking on an empty stomach is not afraid of hurting your stomach."

Xue Qinglan stared at the still steaming tender chicken breast, as if looking at something strange.The wine glass twirled around in his hand, he finally put down the wine glass and picked up the chopsticks according to Wen Heng's will, and slowly ate the mouthful of food.

The tangy sauce dispels the smell of wine.In the countryside, the cooking is not so exquisite, and the taste can only be called mediocre, but he chews very seriously, as if he hasn't sat down to eat a meal like this for a long time.

Wen Heng sighed: "How come there are still so many different meals, do you have enough to eat in the Chuxing Xingzong?"

Now that Xue Qinglan had put down his glass, he stopped thinking about drinking, picked a fried tofu box for him from the plate in front of him, picked one up and ate it slowly, and said foolishly, "It's okay."

Wen Heng filled the soup, gave him a bowl, and asked: "How is your body, is it better than before?"

Xue Qinglan lowered his head to take the food, like a child who was being asked about his homework at the dinner table, took a sip of hot soup, and said perfunctorily: "That's it."

After hearing this answer, Wen Heng was very dissatisfied, and frowned like his father who hates iron.

"This fish is not bad, try it." Wen Heng picked up the onion, garlic and ginger from the plate, and pushed it to Xue Qinglan's hand. He wanted to sigh when he saw how he was eating, "It's fine if you like picky eaters." What, at least eat a few more bites."

Xue Qinglan was taken care of so meticulously by him that he really didn't have to think about anything except eating.He is also a little confused. It stands to reason that old friends who have been reunited for a long time will always be unfamiliar for a while. Reminiscing about the past, rediscovering past friendships?Why did he naturally skip many steps when he came to Wen Heng's place, and still treat him like he used to?

Wouldn't there be... even a little grudge in his heart?

"Don't patronize me," Xue Qinglan said, "you eat too."

"Forgive me," Wen Heng shook his head and smiled wryly, "The fish that has been roasted in the valley for four years will fill you up just by smelling it, and you really can't eat it."

Xue Qinglan suddenly lost her appetite, and her fingers holding the chopsticks tightened unconsciously: "Did you have a bad life and suffer a lot while you were there?"

"Is it bitter? Fortunately, it's nothing more than limited food, the utensils are not as complete as outside, and there are no other people, only the old man and I hate each other." Wen Heng said, "But the same is true for appetite, and it doesn't count if you get used to it. Difficult."

Xue Qinglan was keenly aware of his unspoken side, and asked, "Then what is hard work?"

"You know again?" Wen Heng looked at him with a smile. Seeing that he didn't move his chopsticks, he picked up some food for him and teased him casually, "When I think that there are still people waiting for me outside, I get very anxious, and I wish I could go sooner." When I go out, I can’t run away, so I often feel tormented.”

Suddenly, he bluntly said such a sentence, Xue Qinglan almost choked on the soup: "cough cough cough...I..."

Without waiting for him to deny it, Wen Heng said: "Yes, I know you didn't wait for me, no one waited for me, I was bored, and I imagined it to lie to myself."

"I……"

"However, in that kind of cage-like place, it is human nature to think wildly. Only when you have thoughts in your heart can you practice martial arts quickly, otherwise you would have been decadent—"

"I was wrong." Xue Qinglan picked up a steamed bun in a flash and blocked his mouth, took a deep breath, and said earnestly, "Brother Heng, I shouldn't be stubborn. I'll wait for you, really, in the past four years I think about it day and night, and wait for you to come out of the mountain to reunite. But let’s not talk about sad things. You must be starving in the mountains, so shut up and eat.”

Wen Heng held the steamed bun that he used as a murder weapon in his hand, and laughed silently. His handsome and hideous appearance made Xue Qinglan kick him under the table in anger.

The last bit of restraint disappeared, and he finally found the familiar way of getting along.The empty heart seemed to be filled with belated sorrows and joys, and it fell heavily into the chest. Every time it jumped, there was a subtle, tidal wave of pain and sweetness.

The two had eaten, but they were not in a hurry to return to Siyou Mountain.Wen Heng only intended to relieve the Chunjun faction from a temporary crisis, and didn't want to fight for them. Xue Qinglan was originally left by Wen Hengqiang, and was too lazy to deal with others.The two hit it off immediately, and simply stopped in the town, wandering around with nothing to do.

This small town is not as lively as the Lantern Festival in Zhanchuan City, and it is actually quite interesting.Xue Qinglan dragged Wen Heng into the tailor shop.He was wearing the gray robe before, if someone else was wearing it, he would be a porter in the fields, but thanks to Wen Heng's tall legs, broad shoulders and slender waist, he managed to hold it up.This time Xue Qinglan made the decision, changing him from head to toe, and finally dressed the unruly gangster into a chic young knight.

He was wearing deep blue, Wen Heng was wearing white teeth, the two stood side by side, they were truly pearls and jade, radiant and radiant.The owner of the tailor shop looked at these two living signs and was full of praise, flattering words like money: "There is a conference on Siyou Mountain in the past two days. Many young masters have come to our town. There are quite a few shops to buy ready-made clothes, but none are as good-looking as the two young masters!"

Xue Qinglan stretched out her hand to straighten Wen Heng's collar. He was also happy to hear this, and he couldn't help but agree: "Life is good, and clothes also suit people... How did you grow your head? Is it so useful to eat fish? I have been eating fish all these years. It’s also grown a lot, why is it that it’s even worse than you?”

Wen Heng stood up straight and compared with him, and he was still half head short, so he suppressed a smile to comfort him: "You are young, you still have to grow, eat and sleep well, and you will grow taller in the future."

Xue Qinglan knew that he was coaxing people, or was being subdued by Shunmao, so she went to the counter to settle the bill, and said to him: "All equipment is ready, only a sword is missing. I don't know if there is a sword shop in this town. I don't seem to see it."

Wen Heng looked up at the sky, and suddenly said, "There's no rush, let's go to the opposite side and buy an umbrella first."

"Huh?" Xue Qinglan was half pushed out of the clothing store by him, and came to the umbrella stand opposite.He was just about to talk about what umbrella to buy on a sunny day, when suddenly darkness came over his head, billowing thick clouds surged from the horizon like sea waves, and the gust of wind suddenly overturned several stalls near the two of them.

For a while, dust and sand flew all over the sky, Xue Qinglan was the first to bear the brunt, and was blinded by the blowing.His eyes hurt unbearably, he didn't care to take shelter from the rain, so he hurriedly raised his hands to rub them.Wen Heng asked "what's the matter", but before the words hit the ground, the howling hot wind suddenly turned cold, lightning tore through the sky, and heavy rain poured down from the zenith.

Xue Qinglan closed his eyes, only to feel a gust of wind sweeping across his cheeks, and there was a slight muffled sound amidst the noise of the rain, and an oil-paper umbrella suddenly opened above his head.

There was a loud bang in the sky overhead, and thunder came one after another.

Unable to see, Xue Qinglan was startled by the thunder.Wen Heng put his arms around his waist, pulled him in front of him, and pulled his eye-rubbing hand away gently and irresistibly: "It's okay, don't be afraid. Did you get sand in your eyes? Don't rub your eyes, put your hands down and let me see." look."

The space under the umbrella was limited, and the two were very close. Xue Qinglan felt his cool fingertips open his eyelids, and gently pushed and rubbed somewhere. Gushing out, the fine grains of sand were quickly washed away and slid down the outer corners of the eyes.

Wen Heng raised his hand and wiped his cheek lightly, there was a smile in his tone, but also a little resentment and helplessness: "When it rains, you also rain."

Xue Qinglan is still unclear, but she can finally open her eyes and see the world.

It's summer, and it's close to Siyou Mountain. The climate changes as soon as it changes, and the common people have formed a good habit of running away.From the moment he closed his eyes to the time he opened them, there was no one left on the street. The vendors were all huddled under the eaves to hide from the rain. Only the two of them stood in the rain with umbrellas.

The rain was heavy, and the surrounding area was a vast expanse of whiteness. The water droplets splashed on the ground and wet the corners of his robe. Fortunately, there was an umbrella covering his head, so that he would not be drenched into a mess——

As soon as a hint of luck appeared, Xue Qinglan inadvertently glanced down, and his eyes suddenly froze.

He suddenly raised his head, looked at Wen Heng who was standing in front of him, who was half a head taller than him, and murmured in a daze, "Brother Heng..."

The direction of the wind was exactly the direction he was facing, and the rain feet were falling obliquely, and it should have all fallen on him, but Wen Heng just happened to stand opposite him, blocking him tightly with his back and umbrella Reality.

No, not "exactly" at all.

With Wen Heng's keenness and agility, he even has time to open an umbrella. If he doesn't want to be drenched, it's an easy thing to dodge.

But now he stands there quietly, tall and straight like a sword, the rain has penetrated through his clothes, so much that it overflows, falling into a tassel-like thread under the hem of his clothes.

"you--"

Xue Qinglan suddenly panicked.In the torrential rain that was about to disappear the world, he felt a burst of fear like never before, as if his heart was caught by an invisible net. Before he could struggle, he knew that he was destined to fall.

He subconsciously grabbed Wen Heng's sleeve, and blurted out without thinking: "Brother, you're getting wet... find a place to shelter from the rain first."

Wen Heng turned his wrist, clasping his cold hand in the palm of his hand and holding it. The movement was not forceful, but Xue Qinglan stopped moving all at once.

Wen Heng motioned Xue Qinglan to look at the shadowy mountains in the distance, and the heavy rain was reflected in his eyes, which rarely showed a kind of coolness and tranquility that was different from the restrained sharpness.

"It just suddenly occurred to me that we haven't seen the rain together."