Sha Po Lang

Chang Geng took the boiled medicine and went into his foster father's house.

Shen Shiliu's room was lit only by a small dim oil lamp, with a pea-sized halo, like a firefly.

He was sitting by the window, most of his face was sunken in the shadow of the lamp, only a little clue was revealed, probably he was about to rest, Shen Shiliu did not wear a crown, his hair was disheveled, and there was a cinnabar in the corner of his eye and under his earlobe. The little moles were like needles, and he took the only light in the room and put it in the pair of little moles, almost burning eyes.

Looking at people under the light can add a third of the color than usual.

Everyone has a love of beauty, even though he is used to seeing it, Chang Geng's breathing still couldn't help but he blinked quickly, as if he wanted to blink the dazzling cinnabar mole out of his eyelids, and clear it up. He raised his voice and said, "Sixteen, I've taken my medicine."

The boy's voice was changing, and it was a bit difficult to talk to the half-deaf man. Fortunately, Shen Shiliu heard it this time, and the urinating Xun stopped abruptly.

Shen Shiliu narrowed his eyes before he saw Chang Geng standing at the door: "Who is the one who is not big or small?"

In fact, he is only seven or eight years older than Chang Geng, and he has not yet married. He probably has some understanding of his nature of being muddled and not on the wall, and he is ready to be lonely because he cannot afford a wife. The cheap son he raised, wished he could cling to him closely, and would always emphasize his "father" status if nothing happened.

Chang Geng ignored him, and carefully brought the medicine bowl in front of him: "Drink it while it's hot, it's getting late, and lie down quickly after drinking."

Shen Shiliu put Xun aside and took the medicine bowl: "Baiyanlang, wouldn't it be good to be my son? Bai is so kind to you."

He didn't have any difficulty in drinking the medicine, he was obviously used to it, he drank it all in one gulp, took two sips of the mouthwash Chang Geng handed him, and waved his hand away: "Today there is a fair at Changyang Pass, and I brought something fun for you. come here."

After finishing speaking, Shen Shiliu bent down and started groping around on the desk. He couldn't see clearly, and the tip of his nose almost touched the desk. Chang Geng had no choice but to say, "What are you looking for? Let me do it."

Then, he couldn't help complaining again: "I'm already this old, why do you keep making me a bunch of things to amuse children?"

If I have that time, it’s better to make less trouble, and let me have time to learn more useful things—the latter words circled Chang Geng’s mind, and when they came to his lips, he felt a little hurtful, so he didn’t say them.

Shen Shiliu, as a wandering wanderer, wasted his time by himself, but he always dragged Chang Geng along, either asking him to go to the market, or dragging him to ride a horse. Once, he picked up a "puppy puppy" from somewhere. "Bring him up—that time, Mr. Shen made him turn green with fright. If you dare not tell the difference between wolf and dog, the blind man brought back a little wolf cub.

Xu Baihu was away from home all the year round, and he was dull. Although he was very kind to Chang Geng, he didn't communicate with his stepson very often. After all, the crucial two years of Chang Geng's twelve or thirteen years old seemed to be in Shen Shiliu's life. He spent time with his unreliable adoptive father.

From a hairy child to a young man facing the wind, how much determination must he have to ensure that he will not be led astray by Shen Shiliu?

Chang Geng couldn't bear to look back.

He is not born with a playful nature, has his own plan for everything, and is very strict in his execution. He doesn't like to be disturbed by others, and is often very annoyed by Shen Shiliu.

But the anger usually doesn't last long, because Shen Shiliu doesn't just take advantage of him in words, he really treats him like a son.

One year Chang Geng was seriously ill, Xu Baihu was not at home as usual, the doctors said it was dangerous, so it was the foster father who took him home and guarded him day and night for three days.

Every time Shiliu goes out, no matter how far or how far away, and no matter what he does, he will always bring some gadgets and snacks to Chang Geng. Chang Geng doesn't like gadgets, but he can't help but love this heart that always remembers him.

In short, when Chang Geng sees Shiliu every day, his anger will be extremely strong, but if he doesn't see him, he always misses him.

Chang Geng would sometimes think, although Shen Shiliu could not pick his hands or lift his shoulders, he would be successful if he could not achieve martial arts, but in the future, if he was not in order, there would be someone who would be fooled by his appearance?

The little adoptive father will always marry a wife and have children in the future, so if he has a biological one, will he still miss him as the one he recognized?

Thinking of this matter, Chang Geng couldn't explain it. He found a square box on Sixteen's table, shook his head for a moment, and showed it to Shen Shiliu without interest: "This?"

Shen Shiliu: "It's for you, open it and have a look."

Maybe it's a slingshot, maybe it's a package of cheese, anyway, it's nothing serious—Chang Geng opened it without expecting, and said casually: "If you have a lot of money, you need to save some flowers, and besides, I..."

The next moment, he saw the contents of the box clearly, shut his mouth immediately, and opened his eyes twice.

There was an iron wrist clasp in that box!

The so-called "iron wrist buckle" is actually a part of the light armor in the army. It only wraps around the wrist, which is very convenient, so it is often removed and used separately.The iron wrist buckle is about four inches wide, and three to four small knives can be hidden inside. The knives are made with a special process and are as thin as a cicada's wing, also known as "the silk in the sleeve".

It is said that the moment the best sleeve silk is struck by the spring in the iron wrist buckle, it can split the hair several feet away in two.

Chang Geng was pleasantly surprised: "Where did you get this?"

Shen Sixteen: "Shhh - don't let Shen Yi hear it, this is not for fun, if he sees it, he'll rant again - will it work?"

Mr. Shen himself was watering the flowers in the courtyard, and he was not deaf, so he could hear the people in the room clearly.

Chang Geng learned how to dismantle the steel armor with Shen Yi, and put on the iron wrist buckle skillfully, only then did he discover the specialness of this thing.

The sleeve silk is not easy to make, and there are very few folks. Most of the iron wrist buttons on the market are second-hand items from the military. Of course, the size is also the size of an adult man. The one brought back by Shen Shiliu is obviously thinner, just right. teenagers.

Chang Geng was stunned, Shen Shiliu knew what he was going to ask, and said slowly: "I heard from the seller that this is a defective product, there is nothing wrong with it, it's just that the size is a little smaller, and no one cares about it, so it's cheap If you sell it to me, it’s useless to me, you can play with it, just be careful, don’t hurt anyone.”

Chang Geng had a rare smile on his face: "Thank you..."

Shen Shiliu: "Thank you to whom?"

Chang Geng exclaimed happily: "Father!"

"Whoever has a milk is a mother, you bastard." Shen Liuliu laughed, put Chang Geng's shoulders on his shoulders and sent him out, "Go home quickly, don't wander around outside in the middle of the night in Ghost Moon."

After hearing this, Chang Geng remembered that it was the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month.

He walked back to his home along the corner door. The moment he stepped into the door, he suddenly felt that the part of the xun played by Shen Liuliu was a bit familiar. "The tune.

"Is it suitable for the occasion?" Chang Geng thought silently.

Shen Shiliu sent Chang Geng away, bowed his head and searched for a long while, then barely saw the outline of the threshold, and carefully stepped over to close the door.

Mr. Shen, who was waiting in the courtyard, stretched out his hand to hold his elbow expressionlessly, and led him into the house.

Mr. Shen: "The best iron wrist buckle made of black iron. The three sleeves inside are made by Master Qiulin himself. It has been out of print since the death of the master... a defective product?"

Sixteen didn't answer.

Mr. Shen: "Okay, don't pretend to be deaf and dumb with me—do you really want to raise him as your son?"

"Of course it's true, I like this child, Renyi," Sixteen finally said, "That probably meant the same thing—if he can really adopt this child to me in the future, those people will be relieved, his own Life can be much easier, isn't it also the best of both worlds?"

Mr. Shen was silent for a while, then whispered: "First of all, you have to make him not hate you—are you not worried at all?"

Shen Shiliu smiled, lifted the hem of his robe and opened the door to enter the room.

He said with a confused face: "There are many people who hate me."

This night, the night river lights, the soul returns to the hometown.

In less than five watch days, Chang Geng woke up hot and dry, with a thin layer of sweat sticking to his back, and his underwear was also wet.

Every teenager will experience such a panic when they grow up—even if someone guides them in advance.

But Chang Geng neither panicked nor panicked, he reacted indifferently, just sat on the bed for a while, then got up and tidied up casually, with a little imperceptible disgust on his face, he went out and shot a bucket With cold water, scrub the newly formed body from head to toe, take off the neatly folded clothes next to the pillow and change, drink up the overnight tea, and start the day's homework as usual.

Chang Geng didn't know what other people were like.

But he didn't actually have any sex dreams. What he dreamed was a heavy snowfall outside the customs that could freeze people into coffins.

The wind that day was like white hair, ruthlessly rushing by, the blood in the wound had not flowed out, it had already condensed into ice slag, the roar of the wolves was from far to near, but the ineffective sense of smell could not smell the blood The fishy smell, as soon as he inhaled, he would choke on a salty-sweet chill. Chang Geng's limbs were stiff, his heart was burning, and he thought he would die in the snow.

But no.

When Chang Geng woke up again, he found himself being carried away by a man wrapped in a big cloak.

He remembered that person's white collar and the long-lasting and bitter smell of medicine in his bosom. Seeing that he woke up, he didn't ask anything, just took out a wine jug and gave him a sip of wine.

He didn't know what kind of wine it was, Chang Geng never tasted it again, he only remembered that the burning knives outside the pass were not as strong, it was like a ball of fire rolling down his throat, igniting the blood all over his body with one bite.

That person is sixteen.

The dream was so clear. In the dream, Shiliu's arms holding him seemed to be still attached to his body. Chang Geng still can't figure it out. Isn't that man a sick man?How could there be such steady and powerful hands in such a terrifying icy and snowy place?

Chang Geng looked down at the iron clasp on his wrist, he didn't know what kind of material this thing was made of, and after sticking it to his body overnight, it didn't feel warm at all.Taking advantage of the coolness of the cold iron, Chang Geng quietly waited for his agitated heart and blood to calm down, smiled a little, and shook off the absurd thought of "spring dream dreaming of foster father", and then, as usual, lit the lamp and read.

Suddenly, there was a "rumbling" sound in the distance, and the ground and the hut vibrated accordingly. Chang Geng was taken aback for a moment, and then remembered that the "giant kite" from the northern tour should be returning soon.

"Giant kite" is a large ship over five thousand feet long. The ship has two wings on its back and is composed of thousands of "fire wings". When the giant kite takes off, all the "fire wings" emit white steam together. Like a mountain like a tide, like a lake like a dream, each "Fire Wing" is burning with a big bowl of Ziliujin, which shimmers with a purple-red shimmer in the misty mist, at first glance it looks like a lamp of thousands of families.

Since the northern barbarians bowed their heads to pay tribute 14 years ago, every year on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, a dozen giant kites set off from major towns on the border for a northern tour.

In addition to deterrence and inspections, Juyuan was also responsible for escorting the annual tributes of the northern barbarian tribes back to the court, mainly "Zi Liu Jin".

A giant kite was loaded with nearly a million catties of Ziliujin, and even the footsteps coming back were a bit heavier than before, and the loud sound of the fire wings blowing could be heard twenty or thirty miles away.

The giant kite on the northern tour set off in the first month of the month, and it took half a year to go away, and only returned when it was in a hurry.