Suo Jinling

The new wind blows to the face, rolling up tens of thousands of hectares of flying snow, and the snow waves are dripping on the face. The main tent of Beiyi Daglerandur is mighty and mighty, walking in the cold wind step by step.

The entourage was packed tightly, with goods beside them and livestock behind them. Lan Jingming and the others had the smallest entourage, so they could only fall at the end of the line and followed step by step. The wound was bleeding faintly, and Vanura followed beside him, watching him carefully, took out the dried milk from the bag, and spread it out to him: "Dried milk, here you are."

Vanuula went to hide in the livestock pen every day, and stole a lot of things. There were everything that one could expect, such as dried milk, milk balls, and stuffed the whole cloth bag. Lan Jingming hesitated for a moment, pinched a milk ball, and melted it under his tongue. .

The smell of goat's milk filled his mouth, diluting the astringent and bitter taste of medicine. Lan Jingming's teeth were bitter, and he felt a fishy smell when he licked it, which made him feel depressed.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the wounds on his body are healing slower than before. In the past, he could close his mouth within one day, and within three days, there are no traces. Now, two days later, there are still blood stains. No, I just want to find a cave to hide in and lie down, begging the heavy snow to cover the entrance of the cave and give him a chance to breathe.

The world is full of turmoil and danger, and what you hold is like duckweed in the water, and it will float away when you touch it. This only controllable body seems to be no longer under his control.

Behind the animals moved, bleating and barking incessantly, a lamb was crippled and hung behind the flock, and was thrown out by the drivers, left to fend for itself outside.Every time the tent is pulled out, the fittest will survive and the fittest will survive. Trauma-injured livestock will attract ferocious beasts, and they will be buried on the spot.

The lamb bleated and limped forward. Several ewes in the team stopped and turned around. One of the ewes screamed shrilly and struggled to break free. The driver snorted coldly and whipped the long whip down , pulled the ewe back into the team, and the flock of sheep behind them pushed forward one by one, but the lamb couldn't keep up, staggered and bleat, its shadow became smaller and smaller, gradually Can't even hear the screams.

Lan Jingming stopped.

Before sunset, we had to rush to the next camping point. The people in the tent were walking fast and would not stop for one person. Seeing that he refused to leave, Wanu La hurriedly pulled at the hem of his clothes: "Let's go quickly, we have to turn over a Only on the top of the mountain can we camp and rest, and if we fall behind, we will not be able to survive.”

"You go first," Lan Jingming said, "I'll go back as soon as I go."

"Lan Jingming!"

Wanura knew what he was going to do, and raised her hand to pull him, but only touched the corner of the robe, and was thrown away in a blink of an eye. Lan Jingming turned around and ran around, and suddenly disappeared.

The crowd in front was getting farther and farther away, and Vanura was so anxious that she wanted to keep up but couldn't rest assured. She was like an ant on a hot pot, muttering in place and spinning around endlessly.

After an unknown amount of time, a figure rushed in from the wind and snow. Lan Jingming was wearing only an inner garment, holding the lame lamb in his arms. He took off his outer robe and wrapped it in a ball, wrapping it around the lamb.

The lamb stopped howling, and buried its head in Lan Jingming's arms, bleating softly. Vanuula stomped his feet angrily, and pulled the lamb to throw it out: "Why are you holding it? Do you want to hold it over the mountain? It can't get through, it Will drag you to death!"

"Follow me," Lan Jingming said calmly, "It will be too late."

Most of the footprints of the large troops ahead were covered by the wind and snow. Lan Jingming held the lamb in one hand, and Vanura, who could not walk, walked quickly through the snow. Vanura's wrists were cold, and Lan Jingming's palms were hot. The heat and cold forced her to shiver, she jumped her feet in the cold, anxious and frightened, her eyes fixed on Lan Jingming's wrist, and she said angrily, "Why are you so white, much whiter than me."

Her mind is different from that of ordinary people, and she always talks about something and nothing. Lan Jingming has long been used to it: "It's not that I'm white, it's that you are too dark."

Vanuula groaned, and her shoulders drooped: "You hunt and work outside every day, and you don't even have cocoons."

"I wash clothes and cook fires in the tent every day," Lan Jingming said, "I still can't even boil the beans."

"That's no wonder for me!" Wanura gritted her teeth, "It's windy and snowy, the flames can't be ignited, how can the beans be cooked! We live in a tent, unlike the city where there are walls to protect us, and there are deep houses... ···”

This is what she learned from Liang Guo women. After being captured, Liang Guo women were homesick and often gathered together secretly, missing their parents and relatives with downcast eyes. They are stupid and careless, and they don't avoid her when they talk and do things on weekdays, so she hears a lot.

The chatterbox was broken by the beans, and Vanuula was gurgling and drooling: "They said that there are roast chicken and roast duck in the city. The skin is tender and tender, and they are served hot. They need to be rolled with thin pancakes, with the skin on the skin. Swallow it in one bite. There are also big round sugar cakes, gourds soaked in honey juice, meat skewers sprinkled with salt, oh, I haven’t eaten salt for a long time, the salt is poured into the meat, and the meat is soggy... ···”

Lan Jingming dragged her forward, her eyes were blurred, her footprints were completely buried, her ankle bones were soaked in the snow, and the coolness seeped into her bones.

Salt?·····

Returning to the cave in a daze, the young man was sitting stupidly, his face scorched black by the firewood, he fumbled around in his arms, grinning, and took out a bottle of salt.

The cave was isolated from frost and snow, the wind was blowing outside, and the inside was silent. Lan Jingming was used to the days of sitting on pins and needles, but in that small shelter, he felt the long-lost tranquility.

Maybe it's because the young man's body is too hot, like burning firewood when he gets close to it, or maybe Xiaobai's fur is too soft, like a thick long blanket, wrapping him into a ball, making him fall into a deep sleep, never wanting to wake up again.

Lan Jingming couldn't hear what Vanura was talking behind her back. He quickened his pace and led her forward. After walking for some time, he saw the shadow of the large army. Pulling the exhausted Vanura, a few weights fell from his body, and he gritted his teeth and moved to the resting place step by step.

The night was as quiet as water, and the full moon in the sky was reflected in the clouds. Vanula didn't care to watch the scenery, poured a large bag of ice water, dragged his exhausted body into the tent, and buried his head on the ground.

She didn't know how long she slept, she woke up with a hoarse throat, and was so thirsty that she couldn't sleep. She fumbled to get up, trying to get some water to drink, but when she opened the curtain, she was knocked down by the cold wind, which made her bend over and cough, The lamb next to it was frightened, bleated a few times, and stomped its hooves back and forth.

"Why didn't Jingming eat you, and didn't let me eat you," Vanuula squatted on the ground and muttered softly, took out hay from his pocket, and fed it a handful, "You look delicious and fleshy, how much It's delicious... Hey, where's Jingming?"

There was a narrow slit in Lan Jingming's curtain, and it was pitch black inside, so there was no one in sight.

Vanura patted the lamb's head, got up and looked around, the vegetation was sparse here, the silver frost was everywhere, and there were many wooden piles split by lightning. Blades of grass blow out unknown music.

The music is light and gentle, like a flat boat, swaying forward on the lake, the green hills on both sides are continuous, the mist is smudged into pieces, and a bamboo pole is inserted into the water, provoking the swimming fish outward, causing waves of ripples.

The full moon is shining in the sky, the ground is covered with snow, and amidst the wind and snow, the slender figure stands alone, hidden in the forest.

It seems that Jingming has never seen Jingming laughing sincerely.

The weather is cold and there is no heat on the body. Beiyi people like to eat spicy food and pour wine. In the night when the firewood is burning, everyone holds hands and circles around, eating meat, singing songs, wrestling and drinking kumiss. Lan Jingming never joins Going forward, his account is always quiet, in the corner forgotten by the bonfire, quietly buried by the wind and snow.

Big Gele humiliates endlessly, Little Gele provokes every day, Lan Jingming is an outlier, I don't know what supports him... he has struggled until now.

After the first song, Wanula moved forward in a strange way. Seeing that Lan Jingming didn't push him away, she climbed up with hands and feet, and sat on the stake beside him.

There are mountains in the distance, and there is white mist when exhaling. On the Taihang Mountains, the goshawks are circling, and their long wings are rolling up the wind and waves. I don’t know how many souls will be led away by them tonight, and they will climb to the sea of ​​​​nine clouds.

Lan Jingming sat quietly, with one leg casually stepping on the ground, the other bent into a bow, his chin resting on his knee, his eyes drifting into the distance, he didn't know what he was looking at.

Fragmented blond hair scattered around the neck, light green pupils like amber, Vanura likes Lan Jingming's eyes, they are clear and clear, without a trace of impurities, like a lake that no one has set foot on, shining brightly at night, dark clouds can't cover it the cold glow.

"Vanula."

Lan Jingming exhaled warmly.

Vanura's heart was pounding, she didn't dare to turn her head to look at him: "Yes...what's the matter."

"In the selection tomorrow, the loser will perish. If I lose, Beiyi will not tolerate me."

Vanura lowered her eyes, her heart was gloomy: "What do you want to say."

Gele chooses the winner to be king, regardless of Gele's life or death, there are countless souls on Taihang Mountain, waiting for the goshawk to lead them.

There were emerald jingle bells around her ears, and the sound of the bell fluttered. Lan Jingming raised his hand to cover his ankle, held the golden bell in his hand, and placed it in the palm of Vanura.

"If I die, someone will come to look for me in the future," Lan Jingming said calmly, "Give the bell to that person."

Wanula clutched her palm in a daze, the bell was still warm, her fingers were so hot that she could hardly hold her fist together.

Beiyi couldn't make such an exquisite utensil. Ever since she met Lan Jingming, he had been wearing this golden bell, and it was almost integrated with him.

Who will come to look for him, is it the mother who he never speaks on weekdays and only whispers when he is seriously injured and sleepy?

Beiyi warriors have been with the cattle and sheep since childhood, respected the Great Khan as the sky, and can grow up with a mouthful of goat's milk. It is human nature to be separated from one another after birth, old age, sickness, and death. Vanula doesn't know who gave birth to herself, but she doesn't care.

She didn't know why Lan Jingming was so stubborn, and why he yearned so piously for that illusory thing.