Suo Jinling

"You don't need to be courteous!" Chen Jing roared, rolled back the quilt, wrapped himself up in a ball, and rolled twice, "I won't worship you as a teacher!"

"The little general refused to worship me, so I just told the general," He Zhongyin said with a smile, "This radish, bamboo shoots, old duck soup and beef tendon, yam, and lentil soup are made by myself, and I asked the dining room in the house to cook them. If the little general insists on refusing to open the door, I will share it with everyone."

After saying that, He Zhongyin stopped persuading others, turned around and walked outside, before he could take a few steps, the wooden door opened with a creak, and Chen Jing, with disheveled hair and only a single suit, stood shyly in the wind: "Come back!"

He Zhongyin stopped his steps, suppressed his smile, and pretended to be a fairy, and floated towards the wooden door leisurely: "It's cold and dew heavy, the little general should go back to his room first."

Chen Jing stared at the soup in He Zhongyin's hand, drooling from the bottom of his tongue, he snorted coldly, turned his head and wrapped his unlined clothes tightly, and went back to the couch without showing He Zhongyin the tea: "Sit down casually, bring the soup. "

He said this out of anger, if the person standing opposite was the eldest brother, this would have already made his ass bloom, but this gentleman smiled, and obediently brought the soup bowl to him, and he rushed to grab it Come here, raise your neck and take a sip. The soup tastes sweet and sweet, and the fragrance stays in the mouth. The gluttons in the belly are scrambling to get the delicious food. He doesn't care about his face, so he swallows a bowl whole, not even the leaves of the soup base let go.

Sweeping away the soup here, and seeing another bowl over there, Chen Jing hurriedly lifted it up and poured it down, and just swallowed it, coughing and coughing non-stop: "Inside... What's in it, why is it so spicy?"

"Oh?" He Zhongyin pretended to be surprised, "Little General can't eat spicy food? It's because I didn't take good care of him. I'm sorry for Little General."

Chen Jing blinked, and it took him a while to realize that he had been tricked.

"You look like a fairy, why are you still playing tricks like a child."

Chen Jing rolled up the quilt, gathered himself into a ball, and hummed.

"Under the spirit of immortality, it may be the bag of wine and food. Under the stubbornness, there is also a heart of sincerity," He Zhongyin said with a smile, "Little general, do I make sense?"

Chen Jing was inexplicably praised, his face was red from the neck to the ears, he rolled himself up tighter, and muffled, "Speaking of these, I won't recognize you! What's your name?"

"He Zhongyin," He Zhongyin raised his eyebrows and smiled, "The little general doesn't need to recognize these words, just call me sir."

Chen Jing was stunned for a moment, amazed at the other party's ability to beat snakes with sticks, he was tongue-tied for a long time, his mind turned several times, and then he thought of something: "I heard from them that you are proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, this matter is really true. of?"

"Know a thing or two," He Zhongyin frowned, "it's more than enough to teach the little general."

"It's no problem for me to draw a bow and shoot arrows and attack thousands of miles at night," Chen Jing hummed.

"What does the little general want to draw?" He Zhongyin sat on the chair and rolled up his sleeves, "Please send them a pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

It was cold and cold beside her, with emerald jingle bells around her ears, a white ankle was clutched in her hand, and a golden bell was wrapped around the ankle bone. That foot was elegant and delicate, with round and red toes. Looking up at the white gauze Covering the face, a pair of blue cat eyes rubbed against the face, like a lake of still water, one could fall into it and never climb up again.

This man was not wearing boots, and he stepped on the white snow splattered with blood, like a lotus growing every step of the way, containing a touch of sandalwood.

Chen Jing hesitated to speak, wanted to draw a boy with blond hair and blue eyes, but the boy didn't know his name, he didn't even know his race, but his appearance was so special, so he must hide his name when he went out, if he rashly asked this gentleman to paint, I'm afraid it will cause trouble for the young man.

What to draw?

Is it okay to draw a wolf?There are many wild wolves in the mountains, and they forage and hunt in groups all day long. Merchants who enter the mountains must prepare raw meat, and throw it to the wild wolves in case of crisis to keep themselves safe.

Chen Jing racked his brains, plucked his hair and turned it around twice, a few giant wolves came out of the boundless white snow, the young man sat on it, his robe fluttered in a majestic manner, Chen Jing unconsciously licked his lips, and tore off two pieces of dry skin: "Then... let's draw some wolves."

The wind blows from outside the window, the candlelight shakes out afterimages, and ink is splashed on the rice paper. The ink is like dripping blood, soaking the paper until it is blurred.

"you······"

Before the words were finished, the sound of the wind became louder, and it swept in and blew out the candlelight. The room was dark, and only breaths of different lengths could be heard in a trance. in the throat.

It was dark as far as he could see, and he couldn't see his fingers. Chen Jing rubbed his eyes, full of surprise in his heart. How could this gentleman have such a big reaction when he mentioned drawing a few wolves before, when he seemed to be able to move forward and retreat freely? ?

The maid came in and lit a candle. Under the shadow of the candlelight, He Zhongyin rolled up his sleeves and dipped in ink, with his expression normal, and scribbled on the rice paper: "Young general laughed, I have a son named Xiuzhu, when Xiuzhu was young My father and son depended on each other for life. I was lighting a fire in the house, and he was playing in the yard, but he was taken away by wild wolves and dragged into the mountains. After searching for a few days, I finally found him. I am restless, I have offended you just now, please forgive me, little general."