Suo Jinling

The cold wind howled, and at the end of the cave came a huge figure, creaking on the snow. This was a giant snow-white wolf, lying quietly beside the young man, poking his head out towards him, as if waiting for him to stroke him.

"Either, neither is a Bodhisattva," Chen Jing swallowed, half of his face was blocked by shadows, and his breath scattered in the air, "Then what should I call you?"

The young man stroked the giant wolf, stuck his fingers into the thick fur, and let the hair flow between his fingers: "Call me...white wolf."

······It is perfunctory.

"Which clan are you from, why are you here, and why did you come to save me?" Chen Jing was so anxious that he poured beans out of the bamboo tube, "Where are your parents and relatives, why did you let them out? How old are you this year? It's very cold here The ground freezes, the barbarians burn and loot, you..."

Too dangerous.

The second half of the sentence was choked in the bottom of his stomach, and he couldn't spit it out for a while. There was a razor blade stuck to his neck, and blood dripped from the edge. The young man stared at him quietly, his thin finger bones moved forward, making the razor blade move half a centimeter: "Talky, talkative. The throat doesn't want it anymore."

Chen Jing raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

The boy withdrew the blade, and the golden bell jingled. He sat beside the pile of firewood and fiddled with the half-roasted rabbit meat.

After the first scorched moment, the rabbit's skin and flesh were roasted, emitting a bright yellow fragrance. The giant wolf lay beside it, its nose quivering a few times, and its eyes were staring at the fire.

Chen Jing wrapped himself in a thin blanket and stood guard at the entrance of the cave. This person and wolf were so harmonious, like a painting with splashes of ink and colors, without any atmosphere of tension.

Not long after the new emperor ascended the throne, many ethnic groups lived in seclusion in the mountains on the border between Daliang and the barbarians. Is there any record in history books about what ethnic group has such a celestial appearance?

Chen Jing thought for a while, but couldn't think of a reason. He hadn't eaten for a long time, his stomach was rumbling, he swallowed, and couldn't move his eyes from the firewood.

The long pole was turned over halfway, and the rabbit meat was roasted until it was browned. The young man tore off a hind leg, and skillfully raised his hand to hand it out. The rabbit seemed to have wiped out the rabbit's nest. Chen Jing drooled and moved forward unconsciously. The boy raised his eyes slightly, pulled off a piece of tender meat, and handed it to Chen Jing.

Chen Jing thanked him quickly, his palms were numb from the heat of the rabbit meat, and he almost couldn't hold it up. Regardless of the oiliness, he gobbled it up and swallowed it whole. The rabbit meat had no seasoning, and it still smelled fishy when eaten. Chen Jing Not caring much, he gnawed a few bites with his teeth, and ate the skin and meat. He ate quickly and hurriedly. A man and a wolf stared at him, as if shocked by the appearance of this starving ghost, and he didn't make a sound for a long time.

After Chen Jing ate a few large pieces of meat, his mood was no longer impatient, and he wanted to add condiments. He groped around on his body and found a small pot of salt. What to eat, bring salt with you after a long time, sprinkle some on the barbecue, it tastes a lot, he saw the young man staring at him, thought he might not have tasted it, he shook the salt shaker carefully: "There is salt in it, sprinkle it Order it on rabbit meat, it tastes more delicious."

He didn't expect the young man to listen to him. He had never met him and saved his life. It was God's favor. It was normal for the other party not to reveal his identity. It stands to reason that he would not take his things.

Having said that, the boy didn't move for a long time, Chen Jing was still a little hot, and came back with a smile: "Cough..."

The wrist bone was pinched.

The young man's fingers were white, as cold as ice, and people shivered when touched by the cold. Chen Jing was exposed to the wind and sun every day, and his complexion turned into a bronze color. , The white is dizzying.

"Come on," the young man handed over the rabbit's leg in his palm, "sprinkle salt."

Chen Jing sprinkled some according to the usual amount, and the young man carefully bit out a shredded meat and chewed it lightly.

He poked out the tip of his bright red tongue, touched a bit of salt, coughed twice, bared his fangs and took a big bite.

The fishy smell was covered by salt and burst on the tip of his tongue. The boy froze for two seconds, hesitated to take another bite, and handed half of it to the giant wolf. A wolf has no taboo, eating a large piece of rabbit meat, as close as a family, Chen Jing watched from the side, thinking that this is not the difference between humans and animals, but as close as brothers, just like he and his elder brother grew up under the same roof, and they love each other It is so heavy that it cannot be easily dragged away.Thinking of his elder brother, Chen Jing was worried, he insisted on coming out for more than a few days, if he could get away with it in the morning recitation, but he would be found out in the evening recitation, if the eldest brother and sister-in-law knew that he had fallen to this point and his life was at stake, I don't know how worried they would be.

If he came out to look for him rashly, causing some turmoil and disrupting the situation that had just stabilized... his crime would be serious.

Chen Jing couldn't eat any more, rested his fingers on his lap, and forgot to wipe off the grease on his lips, with a few strands of meat sticking to them.

"They will come back," the boy said lightly, "We can only leave tomorrow morning."

Chen Jing was startled, and his emotions became tense. He understood what the boy meant. The barbarians lived in the mountains and forests for a long time, accompanied by wolves and wild beasts.

It's just... How could this young man know the habits of barbarians?

Chen Jing made up his mind, rubbed his forearm to the dagger at his waist.

The young man wiped off the oil stains on his lips, and glanced at him: "I am the son of a hunter. I often fight against barbarians when I hunt, and I have a little understanding of the habits of barbarians."

Chen Jing was a little relieved, covering the dagger with his arm, his face was a little hot: "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," the young man wiped away the traces of the barbecue, and spread the leaves of grass on the ground, "It's late at night, go to bed earlier."

Chen Jing stared, how could he rest well.

The boy hadn't taken off his bamboo hat in his sleep, curled up in the long fur of the giant wolf, and nestled quietly into a ball. The huge wave's feathers were extremely thick, melting him into it like surging waves.

The flames beeped and ignited warmth. Chen Jing was curled up wrapped in a straw mat, shivering from the cold. His wound on his chest was well bandaged. When he saw the wound, he couldn't resist it, his body lost heat, and he couldn't relieve it by his will. He sneezed, his nose flowed, and something caught his lower back suddenly. wrapped in fur.

Chen Jing was stunned for a moment, not knowing what night it was.

The warmth flooded his body in an instant, he was dazed and looked beside him in a daze.

The boy grabbed the giant wolf's hair and turned half of his body backwards, exposing half of the snow ridge.

Fair skin, well-proportioned flesh and bones, slender spine full of vitality, shoulders stretched out, as if about to fly high, but with the immaturity of a young man, narrowly closed.

The giant wolf rolled over Chen Jing with its long tail, wrapped him in it, stuck its head into its chest, and purred calmly and regularly.

Snow fell outside, and the snowflakes fluttered and fell, forming a layer on the stone.

The branches bend down like water and moonlight, casting light shadows on the ground.

The young man breathed lightly and remained silent, while the giant wolf kept snoring and bumped up and down. Chen Jing clenched the hair in his hands tightly, pulling a trace of tranquility, closing his eyes and falling into a dream.

There were no nightmares that night, his body was warmed by the stove, his eyes were dazed and he couldn't open his eyes, and he didn't know how long he had slept. Chen Jing lifted his eyelids, got up with a stick on the ground, staggered to the entrance of the cave, and sat beside Hong Zhuo.

The heavy snow that had been going on for several days actually stopped. He rubbed his eyes, stroked the scar on his chest, and stretched his arms left and right. Behind him, just as he was about to step out of the cave, a furry shadow wrapped in the flying snow flew towards him with the wind.

The golden bell ding dong, and the silk thread spread to the ear.

Chen Jing saw that ankle, with light blue veins, and a circle of gold around it, making the skin moist and distinct in color.

He was vaguely surprised that the son of Orion went up to the mountains to hunt every day, went to the sea to catch fish, and fought with barbarians to fight for territory from time to time. Ordinary people were covered with scars. How could this young man look like a lady without any scars?

A few fruits were dropped on the top of the head, Gululu crackled, the thoughts of smashing collapsed, and nothing could be connected.

Fruits rolled all over the ground, yellow, white, green, purple, all kinds of colors, all frozen hard, wrapped in abundant water vapor, condensed and covered with ice shells.

"Sweet," the young man rolled over from the giant wolf's back, picked up a fruit, his teeth creaked, he easily bit off half of it, and chewed it between his teeth, "Try it."

He still didn't take off his bamboo hat, he only raised half of the veil, and sat down with his back against the entrance of the cave, wrapped in the cold air all over his body.

The giant wolf lay down docilely, wrapping its hairy tail around the boy's waist, and yawned long.

Chen Jing swallowed, his throat was dry and itchy, he grabbed a fruit, wiped off the dirt on it, and licked it lightly.

The tip of the tongue is cold, suck off the outer layer of snow shell, bite the fruit, and taste the taste of pear water.

This taste is different from the pear juice in his impression, it is sweeter than that, and the juice is full|full|full|full, flowing down the throat.

He hurriedly took another bite and ate a few more. The giant wolf lay beside him, lazily licking|licking his hair, rubbing his head against the boy, and beckoning him to feed it.

The young man picked up the fruit, wiped it clean on his body, and carefully fed it to the giant wolf. One person and one wolf half-kneeled and half-sat, and after eating more than a dozen fruits, they sat down satisfied.

Chen Jing rubbed his eyes, suspecting that he was living in a dream, the death of his parents was a dream, breaking into the barbarian territory was a dream, and Hong Zhuo's death in battle was a dream.All intentional methods are like dreams and bubbles. Maybe the dreamer wakes up, the family is still happy, and he is still an immature child, covering the newly caught fireflies, rushing to his parents and spreading his palms to them.

After eating and drinking, the young man stroked the wolf's body, got up and rode on the wolf's back, and walked a few steps towards the entrance of the cave: "Follow."

Chen Jing was dazed for a moment, then came to his senses, hurriedly put Hong Zhuo on his back, and followed behind the giant wolf, step by step. When the sun came out and the snow melted a lot, the ice shell slipped under his feet. He hugged Hong Zhuo's back and tied him tightly. On his body, Hong Zhuo's body was stiff, no arrows pierced his back, but there were countless sunken wounds, Chen Jing touched Hong Zhuo's back, his eyes were red and swollen, and his teeth were deeply sunken between his lips.

The Barbarian Great Khan Lanchi Aguda...

In this life, you don't kill your enemies with your hands, and you have no face to face your loved ones.