Of Mountains and Rivers

When Chu Huan woke up, he didn’t move, and he didn’t change his breathing rate. He instinctively opened up his five senses to figure out the surrounding environment. Later, when he came back to his senses, he felt that it was unnecessary. He found that his paranoia of persecution had become more serious. This is a harbinger of taking yourself too seriously, not good, you have to stop in time.

At the same time, Chu Huan belatedly felt uncomfortable in his body.

He must have had a fever, was very tired, and had wounds all over his body, and he couldn't tell where it hurt, anyway, it hurt everywhere, probably because his shirt was ripped off to bandage the wound, and he was lying on an uncomfortable bed right now. On the bed, there was a damp smell on the quilt.

Chu Huan emptied his mind for a moment, and looked squarely at Lao Wang's opinion. Now that the big ghost is dead, the little ghost will be arrested. Do it, the world is unclear, the rivers are not smooth, and countless people have spent countless efforts to achieve the current Chu Huan. If he looks at himself all day long, is he still human?

But what should he do?

The most economical thing should be to go back and forth from where, but thinking of how cowardly he let go on the cliff, Chu Huan was a little worried that he would drag others down.

Maybe when I go back, I really should find some medicine.

At this time, he heard someone playing a very special tune in his ear.

Pain can make people irritable. Chu Huan knew that he was prone to depression, so he focused his attention on other places as much as possible. He couldn't help but listen to the music carefully, guessing that it might be some kind of leaf flute.

The lung capacity of the flute player must be astonishing, the breath is long and powerful, and the sound of the flute is mellow and melodious.

Well, it seems to be raining outside the window.

In fact, Chu Huan has no literary talents, and his appreciation of music is basically at the level of "can hum a few popular songs", but at this time, the minor tune seems to have some kind of magic power, and he can't help but fall into the sound of the song.

The sound of the flute is soaked by the rain, and when you breathe it in, you seem to be lying on a remote hillside, and you can smell the fragrance of the green grass all over the ground when you turn your head.

Miraculously, the lethargy and burnout that had been entangled in Chu Huan's body was appeased, and after a while, he actually experienced a long-lost sense of pleasure.

Not excitement, but pleasure.

In fact, if you are a normal person, you may take a nap, bask in the sun for a while, read a book, or chat with friends, and you will easily feel the joy of peace and relaxation. It is a kind of luxury, and the sense of happiness evoked by that little song is like a cluster of sparks in the dark, extremely dazzling.

Chu Huan couldn't help but slowly opened his eyes.

He first saw the "Xiao Fang" whom he met at the station. Xiao Fang was squatting in the corner and boiling a pot of unknown herbal medicine. His expression was still aggrieved. His thick eyebrows and big eyes became more prominent under the blue sky. It looked a little indescribably familiar——Chu Huan looked at it for a moment without moving, and determined that the familiarity came from "Angry Birds".

Then his gaze turned to the young man playing the flute.

The man was dressed in what could be called a "fantastic suit". He was bare-chested and wearing an old, faded, baggy suit and vest.At Chu Huan's age, he has never heard of anyone wearing a suit and vest as a T-shirt. That thing can't cover anything. With a glance, the man's chest, arms and even his strong and flexible waistline can be seen at a glance. Weird totems are all over the place. The backs of his arms were half hidden under the loose vest, and a long hair hanging down his waist was loosely bundled behind his back.

He was like a savage, he casually picked up a piece of clothing from the trash, put it on, and went straight into the city.

But he is very handsome, a kind of handsomeness that is natural and unadorned, with perfect facial features and contours. When he stands by the window with a leaf in his hand, his whole person looks clean and upright.

In this way, instead of being ridiculous, the weird outfit has a feeling of "this is a bold new fashion".

The young man was originally facing the window and sideways to the bed, but when Chu Huan opened his eyes, he noticed it and turned his head.The corners of his eyes slanted up, and a bright smile filled the corners of his mouth and brows.

He looked like a tree growing in the sun in a wild forest, with a straight waist and luxuriant branches, exuding vigorous vitality from his whole body, and the lively and rampant eyes caught Chu Huan's eyes.

At that moment, Chu Huan heard a "click" clearly.

He felt his lifeless heart flicker, as if it had moved.

Chu Huan felt that this incident was unimaginable, and thought that his heartbeat was unreasonable, so he couldn't help but sneered at himself secretly: "Didn't the rumors in the world say that I was frigid, why do I have nothing to do? It really makes no sense."

He couldn't help being a little embarrassed, but quickly covered it up, Chu Huan slowly got up, while adjusting his mental state, thinking: "Male sex is also sex, although it's not good, I didn't say no." Appreciate it."

When he got up, he realized that the wound on his body had been re-bandaged, but the material used for the bandage was very unique-it was a plant leaf that Chu Huan had never seen before, palm-width, very long, long It is neat and fresh, and you can smell the fragrant aroma of plants.

...It was wrapped very well, but it was a bit like a zongzi.

Chu Huan pursed his dry lips, forced a smile, and looked at brother Xiaofang who was squatting in the corner with decoction with respect, and felt that he had met a living Mongolian doctor.

Probably seeing that he was thirsty, the long-haired man put down the leaf in his hand, took out the cup in the guest house, and poured him a glass of water: "Drink."

When he was done, he took the empty glass that Chu Huan drank, walked to the side, took out a small jar, poured out a glass of clear yellow liquid, handed it to Chu Huan again, and said with a smile, "Drink."

This time Chu Huan sniffled and judged the composition of the glass of liquid in front of him - alcohol.

He couldn't help hesitating for a moment, pointed to himself, and asked sincerely, "For me?"

The long-haired beautiful boyfriend looked at him kindly, and jumped out word by word in jerky Chinese: "Please, please drink."

Chu Huan: "..."

Treating the seriously wounded to drink is really a special version of Nightingale's cherub.

Someone had a particularly brilliant smile, probably because his smile was [-]% sincere, and every arc on his face seemed to have some kind of power, which could convey his happiness to others.

Chu Huan is not a person who spoils the scenery. Faced with such a face, he can drink up a bowl of arsenic, not to mention a glass of wine.

The wine is long and soft, and it should be quite comfortable to drink, but for some reason, there is a lingering fishy smell in it, which has a long aftertaste, and in the end it completely covers the smell of the wine, making Chu Huan feel as if he drank a mouthful of raw blood. Illusion, a little churning in my stomach.

But it's not good to spit it out. Fortunately, he is used to enduring all kinds of environments that are not suitable for human beings. Chu Huan swallowed it without frowning, and then forced a half-dead smile with a pale face, and compared to the other party against his will. Thumbs up.

The expression of the handsome man with long hair became brighter all of a sudden, and even Brother Xiaofang in the corner seemed to be stunned for a moment, and his expression became much more friendly.

Chu Huan asked, "Is this the legendary five-poison wine?"

This sentence may be a bit complicated, neither of them understood. The handsome man with long hair showed a little confusion on his face, and blinked his eyes in confusion.

Chu Huan had no choice but to ask again: "What's the name?"

Still don't get it.

Chu Huan had no choice but to speak at full speed, prolonging his voice word by word: "I mean, what's your name?"

This time the other party finally understood, and spoke a strange sound, which was neither monophonic nor Chinese. It sounded like singing, with a peculiar rhythm, and the ending sound was similar to the Chinese "An".

Chu Huan: "What's the matter?"

The handsome man with long hair raised his head and waved to "Xiao Fang" who was boiling medicine in the corner. Xiao Fang immediately went out to wash her hands in a well-trained manner. After a while, she took a small wooden box with a cautious attitude like burning incense and fasting. , and handed both hands to the handsome man with long hair.

The handsome man with long hair held the wooden box and sat down on the chair opposite Chu Huan. He sat upright, with the air of "sitting like a bell".

The color of the wooden box is simple and simple, and the four corners are still bordered. Although the carver is not very good, but he is very willing to cut the materials. It is all wrapped in pure gold. Very old-fashioned.

The wooden box was opened, and there was a cloth bag inside, which was wrapped with something. There were three layers inside and three layers outside. Chu Huan couldn't help but get serious, thinking that there was some peerless treasure inside.

As a result, this handsome brother took out a... er, a tattered Xinhua dictionary.

It is really a "handful" dictionary, because it is completely worthless. As soon as it appeared, the cover fell off first, and the crumpled spine was hanging there precariously, and was carefully held by the owner. Chu Huan's sharp eyes saw that "1971 Remastered Edition" is written on the weather-beaten cover.

Mother, this is still a product before the reform and opening up.

The long-haired handsome guy opened the dictionary, and part of the "pinyin index" in it had disappeared—but judging from the words of these guys, it was obvious that pinyin was not very useful—he stroked, Meticulously found "ten" in the index of radicals, and it took nearly 2 minutes before he clumsily turned to the page number he was looking for, and pointed out the word "South" to Chu Huan.

He can't speak clearly, but he still knows a few words, which shows that he is learning "dumb Chinese".

Chu Huan: "South?"

The handsome man raised his head and gave him a burning look.

Chu Huan looked away uncomfortably, and thought to himself: "Speak well, why not wink?"

Then, the handsome guy counted the strokes seriously, turned to the side of the word "mountain", and tapped his chest lightly.

Chu Huan: "Mountain, Nanshan?"

As soon as the word "Nanshan" fell, the handsome guy on the opposite side became happy for no reason, as if being called by his name was the happiest thing in the world, and the result of his happiness was that he took out that weird-tasting wine again. The jar first poured himself a glass, and then, under Chu Huan's inexplicably painful eyes, took his glass enthusiastically and filled it up.

"What are you yelling about? Does it appear that you know how to read?" Chu Huan thought sadly, "I really owe that mouth."

Then he happily clinked a glass with the handsome man, held his breath, and drank it down heroically.

Another mouthful of raw blood.

But after drinking the second glass of wine, Chu Huan's cold chest began to feel a warm current. It was a small ball at first, and then the warmth slowly swam throughout his body, effectively relieving him. Pain from the wound.

He moved his shoulders slightly, and found that although the dressing was a little poor in shape, it was very effective. At least the gunshot wound on his shoulder was no longer bleeding, and his shoulders were much looser.

Generally, for sensitive wounds like gunshot wounds or serious knife wounds, even in the hospital, the doctor would have to question him carefully and usually call the police. However, these two men who met by chance were not afraid that he was a gangster, and even rescued him. Once he...don't care what method he used, Chu Huan couldn't help thanking him.

Chu Huan thanked Nanshan, and when he spoke, Nanshan listened with great concentration, as if he was listening to the fairy voice.

Nanshan should have learned a little Chinese. If others speak slowly and use simple words, he can understand a lot and know some characters. I can't write it, I can only find a similar character through some radicals, and communicate with Chu Huan stumblingly.

Understanding his gratitude, Nanshan first said something in his singing voice. His voice was deep and melodious, and it sounded terribly sweet, but what he said was like an alien language. Chu Huan appreciated it for a while, and even a punctuation mark I don't understand either.

Nanshan may also realize that what he said is a bit confusing. He shook his head and laughed at himself, opened his precious dictionary, and pointed it out word by word in an extremely inefficient way.

Chu Huan distinguished carefully, and saw that the words he was referring to were "you", "go", "luck", "road", "arrival", "me", "we", "this", "danger", "face", "we", "us", "should" "Sense" "shoot" "you".

Chu Huan: "..."

A wave of typos rushed in, and Chu Huan, who was seriously injured, had his eyes darkened.

"Fourth uncle's," he thought, "how can we play together?"