Suo Jinling

"Wait," Lan Jingming grabbed Chen Jing's wrist and pulled him back to his side, "The chicken soup is not ready yet, you can wait with me."

Chen Jing was dragged back by the invisible iron chain, and obediently sat back beside the young man. Lan Jingming lifted the lid of the earthen jar, and the inspector's spoon stirred inside, the soup rippled round and round, and the smell of meat diffused. Chen Jing poked his head, There are some leaves boiled in the chicken soup, which smells very sweet.

"Taste it." Lan Jingming scooped out a spoonful and handed it to Chen Jing's lips, "Does it taste good?"

Chen Jing hastily stretched out his tongue and rolled it over. The hot tip of his tongue was red, and he let out the air, so he leaned back and swallowed.

"It's delicious," Chen Jing nodded casually, "It's best to cook it for a while, the fishy smell is still there."

"The fishy smell is still there, how could it taste good?" Lan Jingming took out the spoon and put the lid back on the earthen jar, "You're kidding me."

"I, I, no, how could I play with you..."

Chen Jing stumbled, and bit his tongue on the tip of his teeth, thinking that he really could not steal the chicken and lose the rice. He lost his wife and broke the army. It is wrong to say anything and do anything. It is better to just lie down obediently and stick your head into the soil. up.

"You're kidding," Lan Jingming parted his fur and yawned lazily, "It's freezing cold, why don't you come warm up."

Why...

Not coming······

Warm...

The boy was only wearing a single shirt under his fur, most of his shoulders and collarbone were exposed, his white shoulders were as round as jade, and the whiteness dazzled people's eyes.

Chen Jing rolled his Adam's apple, coughed twice indiscriminately, but his legs didn't listen to him, and he led him towards the boy, and got under the fur.

The two bodies were pressed against each other, and the heat was spreading. It was a cold day outside, and white mist came out from the breath, but the body that was touching the young man was hot, shoulder to shoulder, flesh to flesh, Chen Jing's cheeks were hot, sniffing Breathing the elegant orchid-like sandalwood, my heart swayed endlessly.His eyes were glued to his toes, he was as hard as a rock, and he didn't dare to move for a while, but Lan Jingming was afraid that he would freeze, so he lifted half of his fur and wrapped him even tighter.

"What are you afraid of?" Lan Jingming said, "The lamb still needs to hug each other to keep warm, so what's the difference between you and me?"

"I, I'm not a lamb," Chen Jing was dazed, "I don't have long hair."

Lan Jingming was stunned, stretched out an arm, and put the back of his hand on Chen Jing's forehead: "Ah Jing, has anyone ever said that you... are stupid?"

"No," Chen Jing blushed, and just wanted to dig a hole to bury himself, "Brother said every day that I was rebellious and disobedient, and always wanted to hang me up and whip me. After a few strokes, my sister-in-law is really protecting me, and she will rush to save me every time. What about you, I don’t see any scars on your body, how will grandpa treat you?”

"Grandpa treats me very well, but I don't have any scars on my body, it seems to be natural." Lan Jingming lifted the tail of his hair and showed Chen Jing his neck. "I used to hunt in the mountains, and I once met a cub and fought a lot. Fortunately, he escaped, but a cut was made from his shoulder to his neck, and he bled a lot. Fortunately, there are many herbs in the forest, which can save his life after hemostasis. I thought that the wound would leave a scar after it healed, but after a few months, the wound It’s back to normal, it’s like it’s never been there, it’s just natural.”

"Then I'm born to love scars," Chen Jing pouted, rolled up his outer shirt, and pointed to his knees and abdominal muscles: "This is where I ran on the stone road when I was young and fell on the ground. Fighting, it was ground out by jumping on a tree, it was swept out by him with a fan a few days ago... Oh, I forgot to tell you just now, my brother invited a gentleman for me, He was born gentle and elegant, and he is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, if you go back to the residence with me, you can listen to the teacher's lecture with me, it will definitely open your eyes."

"I don't practice calligraphy much, and I don't know how to recite poems or paint." Lan Jingming lowered his forehead and rested it between his knees, "Your gentleman...will despise me."

"How is this possible?" Chen Jing said with a hey smile, "Don't worry, if the husband dislikes me, he won't dislike you. He looks well-behaved, but he is actually a little childish. He will amuse you if he sees you having fun. You You'll know when you go back with me. By the way, check if the chicken soup is ready. Drink two bowls to warm yourself up. I'll lead you to pick the thorn fruit. I gave you the name. No one can find it except me. they."

The lid of the earthen jar beeped, the heat wave surged upwards, the aroma wafted up, and strands poured into the nostrils, the soup surged into fine powder, and the heat wave came out. Lan Jingming propped up his body, scooped a spoonful of soup, and thought it tasted good , and gave Chen Jingsheng a bowl.

Chen Jing didn't know how many chicken soups he drank. He drank the stewed ones in the dining room. He was so tired of smelling the chickens that he vomited, but the soup this boy stewed was extremely sweet. There was Mixiang, he hadn't eaten anything all day, and he was hungry by this time, he gobbled down a few bowls and licked up the bottom of the soup.

"Aren't you afraid of being hot?" Lan Jingming quietly took a sip, causing the soup to smear on the bottom of his tongue, "No one will compete with you, let it cool before drinking."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm not afraid of being hot, the hotter the better, the more comfortable you are on your body," Chen Jing said excitedly, "Don't worry, I know it well, I won't drink up your share."

"Are you stupid?" Lan Jingming bent his knuckles and flicked his forehead, "I have a huge stomach with such a big crock pot, and I should be full after drinking a few bowls."

Chen Jing covered his forehead and squatted there with a smirk. After drinking a few bowls, he became hot and didn't even wear the animal skin. He leaned back on the ground, stretched his arms and let out a long breath, staring at the boundless spark.

The surroundings are completely silent, and the forest is quiet and silent. There are only two people here, looking at each other from a distance in the wind and snow.

Lan Jingming finished drinking a bowl, put the tea bowl on the ground, tilted his head to see Chen Jing, leaned down, put his forehead on Chen Jing's shoulder, and climbed his arms to wrap around Chen Jing's shoulder.

The boy's hot breath was blowing in his ears, Chen Jing's ear bones were blown by the warm wind, they were picked like feathers, and scratched into his heart. Straight, as stiff as a spear.

"Don't move," Lan Jingming breathed out quietly, "I'm cold, don't move."

Sooner or later, he would go to the General's Mansion. When he went there, he had to be cautious in his words and deeds. Before he achieved his goal, he couldn't overstep the barrier. This snow-covered mountain was open and lonely, and it seemed that it could accommodate everything, including the freedom he couldn't ask for.

Chen Jing's body was burning hot, his chest was thumping, and the blood was rushing freely in his body. There was a continuous heat wave on this man's body, wrapping Lan Jingming in it, warming his body and mind as cold as frost and snow.

Sure enough, a living person lay beside him, much warmer than lambs and animal hair. Lan Jingming closed his eyes, breathed out for a moment, rested his forehead on Chen Jing's shoulder, and tightened his arms inward.

Just this time, just this night, let him indulge for a while.