Of Mountains and Rivers

In the middle of the night, the patriarch's scepter stood on the side. It seemed that it would never be burned out. The flame was always burning, but the wood was never short.

The flame that emits a faint light is like a huge night pearl.

Nanshan was sitting on a simple chair, dozing off with his arms propped on his forehead, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his long and curly eyelashes trembled slightly occasionally, and for no reason they were thickly colored.

Chu Huan was stunned for a moment before realizing that he had occupied Nanshan's bed.

He first tried to move his left hand, and found that the poisoning and numbness had basically faded away, but he still couldn't lift his strength.

Chu Huan changed his posture, stretched his sore limbs, and briefly reviewed what happened before, but it didn't matter if he didn't think about it, the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't lie down.

At this moment, he desperately wanted to find someone, and ask him thoroughly about the cause and effect.

This is no longer to satisfy curiosity, Chu Huan needs someone to prove that he is not crazy.

But even though there was a suitable candidate, Nanshan, he fell asleep. Chu Huan struggled for a while, and finally the urgency in his heart was defeated by Nanshan's sleeping face. He suppressed his anxiety and didn't have the heart to disturb him.

Chu Huan closed his eyes wearily, and decided to go to the psychiatrist to take a look after he went back no matter what.

He found that he had now developed to the point where he couldn't believe his own cognition.

While thinking this way, Chu Huan unconsciously turned the ring on his hand, but he didn't expect it to feel empty. His heart skipped a beat at that time, and a burst of strength came from nowhere, and he turned over and sat up suddenly.

It wasn't until he found the "Teasing You" in the quilt beside him that Chu Huan breathed a sigh of relief, and put it back on his finger again, as if he had touched a straw.

After doing all this, Chu Huan blinked his dry eyes, and couldn't help introspecting. He felt that it was a bit abnormal for him to rely on external things like this, and he seemed very useless.

Chu Huan was so depressed for a while, and he barely lifted his spirits, regained the spirit of revolutionary optimism, and thought to himself: "Forget it, after all, it is the old man's relic, so it's okay for me to take good care of it."

At this time, a hand stretched out and pressed against his forehead.

Nanshan was still woken up.

"It's still hot." Nanshan said, and brought Chu Huan a bowl of water, "Drink it, and sleep for a while after drinking, your fever is caused by poisonous injury, and it will almost subside by tomorrow."

Chu Huan: "What poison?"

Nanshan: "Muthai."

Chu Huan heard this word from the little bald man once in the river. When he turned his eyes, the CPU in his brain kept spinning regardless of the high temperature—some kind of animal has a name, and it is a name that even children know. Then it must not be a rare species that has only appeared in recent years. The way of thinking brought to the other side of the river, the dark monster here is probably similar to the concept of "big bad wolf" and "little white rabbit" .

They were extremely ferocious, and after a short fight, Chu Huan couldn't figure out what natural enemies this thing could have, and they moved extremely fast.Even if it is a hunter with a gun, it is difficult for an untrained person to hit it at such a high speed... Besides, it is hard to say whether the homemade earthen rifle can penetrate its full body of scales and mane.

However, there are so many such ferocious wild animals suddenly appearing in the country, how can no one know about it?

Nanshan: "We have all heard what Ankaraiya said."

Chu Huan was startled: "...who?"

Nanshan waited for him to finish drinking the water, then lightly pressed Chu Huan's shoulder, and let him lie down again.

At this time, Nanshan's eyes involuntarily paused on the ring on Chu Huan's hand. After the pause, he restrained his expression and said seriously: "It's the boy who sneaked out. The clansmen are very grateful. When your fever subsides, he Parents wanted to come over and say thank you."

"You're welcome, it should be," Chu Huan waved his hand, and then he asked a question he cared about, "Did that little bald man get beaten?"

Nanshan: "I have to teach him some lessons, but don't worry, he is still young after all, and his family has a sense of propriety."

As a kind teacher of the people, Chu Huan immediately expressed his worries full of gardener's brilliance when he heard this remark.

Of course, saving face is a matter of saving face, and his complex inner world is not very kind, and he is always howling ferociously: "What is the measure? This must be beaten up, at least until three days of crying. !"

Later, Chu Huan fell asleep again in such a roaring inner world.

Nan Shan stood by the bed and waited for his breath to stabilize before gently taking Chu Huan's hand and opening his palm.

These are a pair of hands that look gentle and slender from the back, but look terrifying from the front. There are thick calluses between the fingers, and the palms are covered with fine scars, which confuse the palm lines into a mess.

Chu Huan's lips were dry and cracked, and the cold moonlight passing through the window swept over his chin. There was an old scar on the side of his neck that was somehow left, which almost cut off the blood vessels here, leaving behind A frightening dent.

Nan Shan stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch it, but he stretched out his hand halfway, but he didn't know what to think of, so he retracted silently.

He rubbed his fingers unconsciously, pulled the quilt for Chu Huan, and walked out lightly.

Xiaofang was waiting at the door, and looked into the room from time to time, seeing Nanshan coming out, she quickly stood up straight: "Patriarch."

At this time, except for the water, the fog has completely dispersed.

It is the cold moon thousands of miles away and the ridges stretching.

The forests that have lost their leaves are not covered by the white mist, and at this moment they show a kind of desolation that has been absent overnight.

The bones surrounding the whole clan were still stuck in place to act as weird street lamps. It was midnight at this time, but the clansmen were still patrolling in full force. Except for the sound of "rustling" footsteps, the surroundings became silent.

Nanshan asked in a low voice, "Is there any news about the gatekeeper?"

Xiaofang hurriedly took out a stone from her pocket, and saw someone carved a knife on it, and there was a bloodstain on the tip of the knife with someone's thumb.

Knives and blood, that would never mean "peace and tranquility" in any civilization.

This is the gatekeeper's warning.

"Look." Nanshan held the stone in his palm and pointed to the moon in the sky, Xiaofang followed his gaze and looked up.

At this time, there were actually two moons hanging in the sky, one brighter and the other darker, like the reflection of the moon in the water.

"The second shock may be in these two days. Tell the spring, prepare more food, and let the soldiers sharpen their swords. This year will be a tough battle."

Xiaofang nodded immediately, he raised his foot to go, and after taking two steps, he didn't know what to think of, and paused slightly: "That... the king, the king..."

"It's okay." Nanshan said, "I've already woken up once."

Xiaofang was taken aback: "What? It's okay? But the people on the other side of the river stay with us for a long time, so it's not necessary..."

Nanshan: "Shhh, keep your voice down, you're asleep."

He turned around and took a look into the room, then lowered his voice and said to Xiaofang, "I don't know either."

Xiaofang couldn't figure it out, so he didn't think about it anymore. He said with great emotion: "Anyway, I've never seen a person who drank detoxified blood and could walk back standing up. He... well, no matter who he is, he is a man anyway." , I like him. Patriarch, now that the mountain is closed anyway, he can't go out, or you can talk to him and let him stay?"

Nanshan was slightly lost in thought, and after a while, he sighed in a low voice: "Let me try."

After Xiaofang left, Nanshan sat down at the door. He took out the harmonica that Chu Huan had given him, and blew a casual tune in the place where the night and the moonlight met.

A little hesitant.

It will be several hours before Chu Huan's high fever completely subsides.

When he opened his eyes last time, what he saw was Nanshan under the moonlight. He felt refreshed and happy, and his wounded heart was comforted immediately. This time, the treatment was not so good. When he opened his eyes, he saw Huaguduo peeping from the window of the patriarch's house. .

Hua Guduo was stepping on the back of her little follower, looking inside with difficulty, her gaze caught off guard to Chu Huan who had just woken up, and she was startled with an "oops" sound.

She was just talking about whether she was big or not, and she just knew the age to be shameless. She ran to the patriarch's house to spy on men without incident, and was caught by him, and her little face turned red immediately.

Hua Guduo jumped down in a panic, trampling on her little follower and screaming.

Chu Huan heard a whisper of "what's the matter" in the corner, and couldn't help but have a headache.

After what happened to the little bald head, he didn't want to see any minors again for a short time.

At this time, someone didn't know who screamed "Patriarch", and heard a mess of footsteps outside the window, and the children scattered away.

Nan Shan stood at the door for a while, scaring away the last kid who was looking around, before walking in.

When Chu Huan saw him in a sober state with no fever and no poisoning, he felt a sense of irony in his heart—he felt that this was a stolen time, as if he was dreaming of the start of school, and a child who was in pain woke up and found that he was still on vacation. The ecstasy and happiness of the few days left.

This lightened his whole heart.

Chu Huan noticed that Nanshan was holding a bowl of decoction in one hand and a basket made of branches in the other.

There are fresh leaves in the basket, interspersed with a few flowers... well, most of them are white flowers. Among the colorful flowers, there is a ham with a strange painting style, and the ham is surrounded by a bunch of red wild strawberries. Spooky and festive.

Chu Huan had never seen such an unconventional packaging: "What kind of custom is this?"

Nanshan: "You saved the children of our clan, and they gave you all."

Chu Huan choked unacceptably: "A gift?"

Nanshan looked at him suspiciously, as if asking "what else".

Chu Huan: "..."

He thought it was a one-stop service of "farewell to the body" and "going to the grave on holidays".

It has to be happy and mourning.