Suo Jinling

The young man's body was entangled with hands and feet. From top to bottom, from head to tail, from hair strands to toes, Chen Jing erected everything into a flagpole and hardened into an iron plate, creaking and creaking.

A hero is sad about a beauty pass, and the ancients never deceived me.

Chen Jing thought to himself that it is good that he is not the emperor sitting on the throne, this beauty blows a few breaths of warm air in his ears, why is it impossible to play with the princes and send goose feathers thousands of miles away?If a beauty wants the moon in the sky, she has to be carried up a long ladder to pick it off.

The young man was lying beside him, really in a daze, as if sleeping but not sleeping. Chen Jing was afraid that the other party would be cold, but he couldn't bear to disturb the young man, so he raised his hand to pull the animal skin and wrapped him inside, only his soft forehead was exposed. hair, dangling in front of the eyes.

The young man grunted twice, as if he was dissatisfied with Chen Jing's movement, and hugged him even tighter. Chen Jing accepted his orders and extended his arms, wrapped his arms around the young man's shoulders, pulled him to his side, and wrapped him in his arms.

Lan Jingming frowned, and fell asleep comfortably. His forehead was pressing on Chen Jing's shoulder, above the numb tendons. It was okay if the time was short, but Chen Jing's arms were numb as the time was long. It seems to be broken up one after another, and it is not his own at all.

But he insisted on not moving, maintaining a motionless posture, lying on his back on the ground to count the sheep, most of the fur was wrapped around the young man, he bared his arms, the heat dissipated, and he did not feel cold.Beside him with warm and fragrant soft jade in his arms, forgetting about hot and cold, he counted the sheep from one to ten thousand, and then counted back from ten thousand to one. After an unknown period of time, he himself became confused and half asleep Lying there half awake, I don't know what night it is.

The wooden house was close at hand, but the two of them didn't go in. They lay on the ground outside and slept for a whole night.

The sun was shining on his face, making his eyelids itch, Lan Jingming tried his best to open his eyelids, his head was resting on his hard chest, Chen Jing still kept his arms around him, but he held himself tighter until he pressed against his chest above.

I actually slept like this all night.

When I was in the tent, I had never slept so deeply. If I heard the clarion call to pull out the tent in the middle of the night, I would have to get up and tidy up immediately, and I would have to leave under the heavy snow.

Chen Jing snored loudly, his chest heaved up and down, after sleeping in the wind and snow all night, this man did not freeze, his hands and feet were still warm to the touch.

Lan Jingming rubbed his cheeks, buried his head between his knees, and rested silently for a while. He took off the animal skin from his body and covered it with Chen Jing. He got up and went into the house to prepare snacks. The finished pastries can satisfy your cravings.

He went out with a wooden plate and put the cakes on the stone platform in the courtyard. The bottom of the plate hit the stone wall and there was a light click.

Chen Jing snorted, and suddenly jumped up from the ground. He had slept unconsciously before, and his saliva was about to flow down. When he woke up like this and looked around, he felt lost, and subconsciously touched his chest.

The warm and fragrant nephrite was like a mirage, the heat was still there the night before, and it was floating like smoke this morning. He sat with his eyebrows frowned, staring at the ground, not wanting to wake up for a while, and he didn't know what rivalry he had with himself, but he just didn't want to raise his head.

After Lan Jingming set up the cakes, he realized that this man was playing with a childish temper, so he couldn't help but go over to coax him: "What's wrong with Ah Jing, but you feel uncomfortable?"

Before he finished speaking, someone grabbed his dangling wrist, and two strands of soft hair fell from his ears. Lan Jingming bent down, his back softened like a fish, and slipped into Chen Jing's arms, hugged Chen Jing's back, and exhaled softly : "Ah Jing, come over to eat pastries."

Chen Jing blinked, and the inexplicable anger dissipated immediately. Even if the young man wrapped the intestinal poison in the pastry, he would close his eyes and eat it.

Chen Jing was guided by the young man, obediently walked to the table and sat down, grabbed a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus soft cake, pinched it in his nose and smelled it: "You still make these?"

"You can't drink blood every day, don't eat anything else." Lan Jingming took a bite, frowning slightly, "Well, it's a little dry, add more water next time."

Chen Jing didn't know what to do or not. In his opinion, this place is deserted and uninhabited. It is God's blessing to fill his stomach, so why should he care about what it feels like.

Besides, it was made for him by the young man, not to mention the sweet-scented osmanthus-flavored pastry, even the tasteless coke, which is sweet and delicious when chewed.

After eating and drinking, the two went back to the house and put on their furs and hung up some knives. Chen Jing grabbed the boy's wrist and led them into the jungle.

The snow falls and rests, the ground is covered with mud prints, the wrist surrounded by the palm is like a thin bone, covered with a thin layer of skin, I don't know how to survive in this dangerous jungle... .

Chen Jing couldn't help but turn his head back, his eyes stuck to the boy's ankles, touched them and then separated, touched them and bounced up again, Lan Jingming followed his gaze and stared at his calf: "What's wrong?"

"What about the bells?" Chen Jing couldn't help but said, "That string of small golden bells jingle as they run."

"I lost it." Lan Jingming pursed his lips, exhaling white mist from his nose, "I can't find it."

Chen Jing was speechless, his palm slipped two inches, and he held the boy's fingers: "It's okay, I'll make you a new one when I get back to the mansion."

"No need," Lan Jingming shook his head, "That's... something left by my family, nothing can replace it."

The string of bells is still in Vanura's hands, this time entering the mansion will be a disaster, if he dies there, there is no need to keep the bells for burial.

Chen Jing stopped talking, he felt inexplicably depressed, he ran a few steps and kicked up a stone, knocking a branch and falling snow, he felt much more comfortable.

He led the young man to run in the forest, stop under the tree from time to time, climb up and down again, stop when he passed a boulder, turn left and right a few times, and make a mark behind him, running from dawn to noon like this, Lan Jingming was tired I was so out of breath, I didn't want to move anymore: "Take a rest, I'm so tired, so where are the thorns...?"

"We'll be there 200 meters ahead." Chen Jing turned around twice and found that the boy couldn't run anymore. I will carry you there."

Lan Jingming was carried on his shoulders, shaking his head dizzily and his forehead flying around. He was so knocked out that he felt nauseous, and he cursed in his heart that Ah Jing might have been transformed from a cow. Can walk like flying.

"It's here!" Chen Jing stopped under a tree, tore off a piece of bark to have a look, raised his hand to grab the leaves and smelled them, and bent down to put down the young man, "There are thorns on it, wait for me for a while, I'll put them on." The fruit shakes down."

shake down

Lan Jingming took two steps back subconsciously, Chen Jing fastened his horse, let out a roar, exhaled a breath of foul air, hugged the tree trunk with both arms, and pulled back violently.

The trunk was so thick that the two of them might not be able to hug each other, but they were pulled backward by Chen Jing and shook violently.

The branches on the top rustled, and a few thorny fruits fell down. The fruits were red and black, and the bones were scattered all over the ground.

Chen Jing shook it a few times, more and more fruits fell, smashed on the ground, and piled up into a hill in an instant. Lan Jingming looked and looked, couldn't help but pick up one, and shook it in the palm of his hand. A poison, not something that can be eaten.

"I know what you're thinking, it's really edible," Chen Jing rubbed his palm, held the fruit in his hand, and turned it towards the sun a few times, his fingernails got stuck on the top, and he opened a small crack, "It looked The copper skin and iron bones are actually deceiving people, and the flesh inside is dark, but it is the sweetest fruit I have ever eaten. "

"really?"

Lan Jingming hesitated to take it, and licked it on his lips. Chen Jing stared at his sharp red tongue, pulled it out and retracted it into his lips, and his Adam's apple rolled a few times.

This fruit is slightly sour in the mouth, but it has a sweet taste when tasted again. When it melts in the mouth, the sweet taste is slightly astringent and bitter. The bitterness is not all bitter, but a refreshing fragrance that lingers on the bottom of the tongue. .

"The taste... how can it be so special?"

Lan Jingming has never eaten such things. They grow on tall branches and are covered with hard, thorny shells. No one would risk their lives and use these things as rations.

Chen Jing laughed when he heard the words, his chest stood up straight, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were flying: "I guess you haven't eaten it. When I was young, my parents seldom cared about me and let me play like crazy outside. What's the point of this Yongkang City? I slacked off after the second market. The mountains and jungles are interesting. Flowers bloom and fall all year round, and exotic animals wander in the forest. I won’t get tired of playing for a long time. I accidentally found and picked this thorn fruit. , if the retainers see it, they must tell their parents that I can’t get out of bed because of the beating. I can only sneak out and climb a tree to eat. The whole person was black from head to toe, the hair seemed to be dyed with ink, the pupils of the eyes were twice black, and even the nails were blue and purple, as if I had been poisoned by some kind of poisonous miasma. My parents thought I was bitten by a poison when I entered the mountain, and hurriedly Dr. Xun came to see me, but no matter the master of traditional Chinese medicine or the peasants in the countryside, they all said that my pulse condition is stable and my body is as strong as a cow, and it is not a problem to live to a hundred years old."

"What happened later?" Lan Jingming's lips hooked slightly, his brows and eyes curved into crescent moons, "How did you get better later?"

Chen Jing scratched his head, and his neck was tinged red: "Later, I tried all kinds of acupuncture and moxibustion methods, I drank incense ash, ate wax oil, and even drank two bowls of soup boiled by spells. I have no choice but to be a dead horse as a living horse doctor, and boiled the most common heat-clearing and detoxifying prescription for me...a bowl of it will be covered with a quilt and I will have a good sleep, and I will be fine when I wake up."

Lan Jingming's lips parted, he didn't expect such a vigorous drama to end so easily.

"Fortunately, there are only a few of the most common medicinal materials in the prescription, and I have written them all down." Chen Jing laughed, showing his white teeth, "If you don't want to enter the mansion like this, you can eat some. It’s too dark to be human, and you can probably get a lot of it too.”

Lan Jingming never thought that the method this person said was this way, he picked up the fruit, hesitated for a moment before saying: "Ah Jing."

Chen Jing immediately sat upright, "Just tell me, I'm listening."

"You're really naive," Lan Jingming said solemnly, "You're admirably naive."

Chen Jingzhang couldn't figure it out, did he praise him or scold him?

Before he could understand, Lan Jingming had already torn off the hard shell, picked up a piece of fruit, and stuffed it into his lips.

"You, you haven't told me yet."

"what?"

"Your name," Chen Jing summoned up his courage, "I don't know your name yet."