Suo Jinling

Chen Rui didn't tell Chen Jing about this, but only let out rumors that he wanted to choose a marriage for his younger brother. The son of the general's mansion wanted to start a family, and the matchmaker sent by the mansion of the far and near family almost broke the threshold. Furious, he broke into Chen Rui's study with a muffled head, overturning his pen and ink: "Brother, why do you make your own decisions! I don't want to marry a wife at all!"

"No one asked you to marry a wife right away." Chen Rui smoothed the rice paper and raised his head calmly. "First make an appointment for a marriage, so that you can control your temper."

Recently, Chen Jing has become less obedient than before, and Chen Rui is no longer beating and scolding as often as before, but obeying He Zhongyin and Zhou Shuning's wishes, showing respect beforehand, and giving Chen Jing enough face in front of outsiders and retainers.

It had been a long time since the two brothers were so at war with each other, blowing their beards and staring at each other.

"It's okay if you don't want to marry a wife," Chen Rui stepped back, "Which maidservant in the mansion do you like, you can take her income to fill in the house, and we can discuss the matter of marriage."

"Why, why..."

Chen Jing was stunned, and it took him a long time to understand, the heat spread from the tail of his neck to the roots of his ears.

It turned out...was discovered.

If God knows this matter, you know me, you know it, and you can laugh it off, but if everyone who makes trouble knows it, it's really better not to know it.

He blushed a lot, and after a while he stumbled and said, "No... No, I don't want to fill in the house, and I don't want to marry a wife. I want you to go by yourself!"

Chen Jing was so anxious that he didn't choose what to say. Chen Rui's face changed drastically when he said it, and he smashed the teacup with his head. How could Chen Jing kill him, the soles of his feet were smeared with oil, and he ran into the livestock pen and picked up several chickens. Duck, jumped over the wall and jumped out of the house, rushing into the jungle.

He only felt that he had lost all his face. Since his elder brother knew, his sister-in-law must also know about it. Since his sister-in-law knew about it, the maidservants probably also knew about it. It's better to find a sandpit, dig it in and dig it out, and bury yourself in the loess.

Chen Rui didn't allow his retainers to leave Chen Jing half a step away. In the past, when Chen Jing slipped out, his retainers would follow him. This time, he felt that his face was shameless, so he deliberately threw away everyone and came out from the side door. It was like a bend of eighteen, and by the time the retainers realized something was wrong and found this place, he would have run eight zhang away.

Rushing into the forest like this, he didn't know how far he ran, and the surroundings were silent. He stopped suddenly, breathed on his knees, and looked up at a full moon. The surrounding stars were shining, and the moonlight was like a silver chain. , to smear the world.

Chen Jing threw away the livestock, fell to the ground exhausted, put his hands behind his neck, grabbed a stone, and threw it into the air with a whoosh.

The sky and the earth are boundless, the new wind howls, and a wisp of sandalwood floats in, leisurely floating into the nose.

Chen Jing stayed where he was, with his lips parted, and he was stupefied. The stone fell impartially, and happened to hit his nose bone.

After tossing around in a hurry for a long time, it can be regarded as grabbing Can Xue, plugging his nose tightly, when he got up again, the sandalwood was like a wandering spirit, and suddenly drifted away.

Chen Jing shook his head, rolled his Adam's apple a few times, and tried to pat himself awake. Youdao thought about it day and night. He dreamed of holding a boy in his arms every night. When he woke up, he would fetch water from the bamboo basket and sit on the bed side.This matter can only be kept in the bottom of my heart, no one can confide in it, the sandalwood just now was like a dream, it made his mind sway, and he walked slowly into the distance.

After dragging his feet for a few steps, he galloped like a feather, fluttering his wings into the distance.

The wind was rustling in the ears, the footsteps were brisk, and the sandalwood was no longer smelled, and the howling of wolves sounded all around. White mist rose from the nostrils, the howling disappeared again, and there were rustling footsteps in the distance, and the sound of a majestic wind.

Chen Jing rubbed his eyes and gasped for breath. He ran out of hot sweat, took off his outer shirt and tied it around his waist casually. If ordinary people were walking in the mountains and heard wolves howling, they would have scared the hell out of them, but he was not only not afraid, Instead, there was a surge of excitement.

The excitement made him blush, his fingertips trembled, his legs were as heavy as a thousand weights, and he couldn't move for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, the footsteps ceased to be heard. Chen Jing clenched his fists and walked towards the end step by step.There is no sound from the snow falling all around, stepping on the snow, stepping on it, making a rustling sound, pushing away the leaves in front of you, kicking away the stones in front of you, a river flows in the valley in front of you, it's cold and foggy here , the river had never frozen, Chen Jing slid down the steep slope, exhaled a breath of white air, raised his finger to touch the water pattern, and fiddled with it slowly twice.

The water created waves of ripples, rippling in circles, Chen Jing flicked his wrists, and walked forward facing the upper reaches. The gravel in front of him was jagged and the ground was covered with moss. He wiped off his hot sweat and fastened his outer shirt around his waist , following the direction of the dripping water, moving over step by step.

Snow waves fell lightly, covered the forehead and cheeks, melted into the skirt of the clothes, and merged into a stream.

There is a figure from behind in the stream, brushing up his wet hair and pouring water waves down his back.

There is a long arc on the back, which is sunken down along the neck bone and extends to the top of the tailbone. The dripping wet hair is like thick seaweed, covering most of the skin.

Looking from a distance, the skin is as white as frost and snow, smooth as fat, and the shoulders and back are stretched out, like a white crane about to fly.

The man bent over to scoop water, half of his body leaned forward, his blond hair slid down his side cheeks, hanging in strands on the surface of the lake.

The situation was like a dream, Chen Jing's Adam's apple rolled, and he took half a step forward subconsciously. The figure sank to the bottom of the lake, and his blond hair floated in the water, like a colorful mandala flower, bursting into splendor that was about to shatter.

Chen Jing made a strange move forward, stepped on a dead branch, and there was a creaking sound, the surface of the water suddenly rose, and a silver blade rushed towards him, flew past the earbone, and nailed straight to the tree trunk.

A line of blood dripped from the ear, and the branches were shaken vigorously, shaking off the residual snow.

Chen Jing stood in a daze, and at some point the erected flagpole softened, hanging limply between his legs.

The cold snow was mixed with blood, and the sandalwood was soaked with white plums. The young man lowered his arms and looked at him from afar.

Tick.

Tick.

Water drops fell from the young man's hair, and Ding Dong fell into the water surface, making tiny ripples.

There was white mist on the surface of the river, the eyelashes and eyebrows were covered by frost and snow, and the green pupils were like glass, quietly reflecting arcs.

The bottom of Chen Jing's throat felt sore, the bottom of his tongue seemed to be stuck, and he couldn't move at all. The hot sweat faded off his body, and his pants were firmly stuck to his legs, and he couldn't even pull them off.

He stared blankly, watching the boy walk up to the bank of the river, wrapped in fur, and stepping on the snow barefoot.

"We will meet each other eventually," Lan Jingming raised his eyebrows, "Sure enough... we meet again."

Chen Jing is like falling into the clouds and mist, he doesn't know what night it is.

He wanted to move a few times, but he was worried that if he raised his hand, he would touch a bubble, and the dream would be shattered.

"It's getting cold," Lan Jingming said, "Go back to the house."

These words awakened Chen Jing, he took half a step back, hurriedly took off his coat, wrapped Lan Jingming in it like a disobedient child, and then looked at those cold red bare feet, he simply bent down until he drooped Like a willow, he carried Lan Jingming on his shoulders.

Although Lan Jingming looked thin, he still had the bones of a man, but Chen Jing carried the person like a child, effortlessly. He looked around while carrying the person, ran a few steps in a hurry, and turned around twice in a daze , spitting out a heat wave from his nose: "Where are you going?"

Lan Jingming laughed out loud.

His shoulders trembled, and his soft abdomen pressed against Chen Jing's shoulders. There was heat from the trembling, and Chen Jing's arms were so hot that he felt weak, and he almost couldn't hold him firmly.

"My wooden house." Lan Jingming raised his arms, moved his lips down, and pressed against Chen Jing's cochlea, "it's over there."