Suo Jinling

The snow fell three feet, stepped on it and creaked, the giant wolf in front of it stomped its hooves, and shuttled freely in the forest. Chen Jing was able to keep up at first, but then it became slower and slower, dragging his feet and panting|breathing, and only ate in the morning. A few fruits are good for soaking the throat, but it is difficult to fill the stomach. He walked more and more slowly, breathing heavily, exhaling white mist from the nose, sweat dripping down the side cheeks, dripping on the ground.

Can't walk anymore.

He looked at the thick white wolf tail in front of him, and the slender figure sitting on it with a straight back.

He was in a daze, dragging his feet and following behind for an unknown amount of time. The sun set in the sky and slanted into the bottom of the valley. The light and shadow were cut by the branches, casting speckled tree shadows. The footsteps, the breath bumped forward, and the head was stuck in the thick hair, and he coughed twice violently.

As soon as he swallowed a few breaths of cold air, he heard footsteps from a distance, accompanied by the rattling of horseshoes, and blood drifted over. The young man suddenly turned over, fell off the back of the giant wolf, strangled Chen Jing's throat, and exhaled in a low voice: "Shut up."

Chen Jing struggled to raise his eyes, and grasped the slender neck, like the feathers of a white crane in flight.

The blood was getting thicker in the distance, and the sound of horseshoes was getting closer. The young man grabbed Chen Jing's shoulders, pulled him onto the wolf's body, and pressed him firmly behind him: "Hold me tight."

As soon as he finished speaking, he patted the back of White Wolf's neck and said in a low voice, "Xiaobai, let's go."

The white wolf arched its back, stepped on the snow with all four hooves, and ran suddenly. It carried the three people behind it, and its footsteps were much slower, far less flexible than usual. The young man knew that the white wolf could not run for long, so he pointed to a canyon not far away: "There."

The white wolf quickened his pace and ran towards that side.

Chen Jing was shaken to such an extent that he hurriedly opened his arms and hugged the narrow waist in front of him. A faint sandalwood fragrance wafted in, and he was in a trance like a dream. , containing hot vitality.

The white wolf jumped high and flew along the canyon to the opposite side. The cold frost rushed towards his face, and the cold snow drenched his cheeks. Chen Jing opened his eyelids and saw the abyss as far as he could see. With all four hooves on the ground, Chen Jing couldn't hug anyone, and was almost thrown off the wolf's back, his arm was grabbed by someone, the young man turned his head and pulled him, the bamboo hat lifted half of his face, his cheeks were as white as frost and snow, and green peaks bulged between his eyebrows.

Chen Jing was stunned, his teeth hit his lips, and he trembled stiffly. The boy jumped off the wolf and patted the white wolf's back: "Xiaobai, go home."

The white wolf glanced at him, lowered his head and rubbed it twice, then turned and ran into the distance, the young man bowed his waist, grasped Chen Jing's forearm, and ran forward like the wind, a volley of feathered arrows came and flew past his back and calves , one after another stuck on the tree, there was a rock in front of him, the young man picked up Chen Jing, and pulled him behind the rock, the Wujin arrow bone came through the air, jingled and hit the back, the arrow body shook and trembled, and the ground buzzed and rumbled , the young man pulled the man to crawl on the ground, and moved down the slope with the turf. After an unknown amount of time, the wind behind him died down, and the roar could no longer be heard. The tip of the nose, seeking a moment of sobriety.

I heard from my eldest brother that when I was still a baby, my father accompanied the emperor to fight in all directions and galloped on the battlefield. After the founding of the Liang Dynasty, my father asked himself to disarm and return to the field. The emperor refused and gave half a tiger talisman. Xiaochang is in the mansion, his father only asks his husband to teach him to read and paint, and promotes his retainers to practice martial arts with him. He rarely takes him to the horse farm to hunt, and he never takes himself to the battlefield......

Chen Jing shivered, remembering that he rushed into the enemy's camp in the dark, the blanket stretched in front of him, the barbarian on a tall horse rushed towards him, the full moon turned into a curved hook and fell, and the tip of the arrow was filled with black gold... ·

It turns out that the real battlefield is like this.

There is no room for fluke in the difference of a thought.

The back of the neck suddenly felt cold, the flesh was pulled upwards, and was lifted from the ground. Chen Jing knelt in a daze, the back of the neck seemed to be soaked in frost and snow, and he was so cold that he couldn't struggle. The boy seemed to be dragging a cloth bag, showing no mercy: "Get up and follow me."

The piece of flesh was picked up by the fingers, and there was a slight pain. Chen Jing reacted, and hurriedly carried Hong Zhuo on his back, and followed the young man. When he was cold, he walked like flying and walked fast. Chen Jing couldn't stand it anymore, so he took a few steps to keep up, and followed the boy: "Why...why don't you wear straw sandals?"

"It has nothing to do with you," the young man glanced at him coolly, as if he thought he was talking too much, "Shut up."

Chen Jing choked, thinking that there are strange rocks here, and the snow is full of grass branches, what should I do if I accidentally pricked it?

Thinking of this, he stabbed twice, tore off two pieces of cloth from his body, and stood in front of the young man: "At least wrap the soles of your feet."

"No," the boy shook his head slightly, like a child talking back to an adult, raising his chin high, "Don't block the way."

Chen Jing was helpless. He thought that this young man might really be the son of a hunter. He was used to being unrestrained and happy in the forest. |Tiao|Tiao walking in the woods is more in line with his wishes.

Thinking of this, Chen Jing half-kneeled on the ground, grabbed one ankle, lifted it up and put it on his knee: "Listen to me once, and I won't bother you again."

This foot is carved in powder and jade, with slender toe bones. You can only see it if you get close. The golden bell is quite old, and there is a layer of rust on it, but the workmanship is exquisite and meticulous. light.

Chen Jing fastened the cloth for someone, and went to grab the other foot. Like a young fish swimming, he moved back half an inch, but he still caught the calf and put it gently on his knee. The strip fell off|fallen, and he wrapped a few knots around his calf in a daze, tied a few knots, and carefully put it back on the ground.

"That's good." Chen Jing stood up on his knees, looked at the colorful fabric, and was very satisfied in his heart, "At least I won't be afraid of getting sand and gravel, and it won't be good if I get pus from the injury."

The breeze came, and half of the soft curtain was rolled up. The tip of Chen Jing's eyes touched the slender neck. The neck bone was extremely white, and the blush melted, and the strands floated on it, like a winter plum blossoming in the winter snow, shaking off the thin petals of the pond.

Chen Jing was stunned, his hands and feet were stiff and he didn't know where to put it: "I, I..."

The boy turned his head to the side, stopped looking at people, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Follow me."

He didn't insist on taking off the cloth strips anymore, but his pace slowed down a lot, obviously more cautious than before. Chen Jing followed behind him, from day to night, when the cloth strips fell off, he quickly tore a few more to make up for them, walking like this In the evening, when the long shirt and trousers were bare, the boy looked back at him and laughed.

This was the first time Chen Jing saw the boy smile.

Like spring peaches blooming, winter plums melting in snow, and rice paper painted with thick colors like splashed ink, he couldn't take his eyes off it.

They seem to have reached the edge of the jungle, the branches in front of them are sparse, and there are people over the hill. The young man stopped, walked around, found a few snowdrifts, dug for a long time, and dug out a few dark ones. Fruits, these fruits are of different shapes and look strange. They came out of nowhere, and if they are eaten, they will die.

The young man sat on the ground, brushed off the residual snow with the back of his hand, took a big bite, the juice overflowed, he handed two to Chen Jing, Chen Jing took them carefully, held up the fruit and looked left and right: "What is this?"

"Lotus fruit," said the young man, "sometimes sour and sometimes sweet, it's up to fate."

Chen Jing was dubious, and carefully bit down a mouthful. The strong sour taste exploded on his tongue. He almost fainted. He was so stung that he couldn't open his eyes. There were several round ones. Chen Jing reacted and took a bite of the round fruit. The juice was sweet and full, with a faint scent of osmanthus. He devoured a few and couldn't help saying: "It's delicious."

"And this," the young man stood up on his knees, grabbed the trunk with both hands, climbed up easily, sat on the branch and looked down, after a while he fell back under the tree, ran behind the boulder, bent over to dig a few times, raised his head Called: "Catch them!"

As soon as the words fell, a few mole-like little beasts ran out, creaking and fleeing in all directions. These little beasts had short and thick hair, strong limbs, and they ran with great strength, as if they were treading snow with four hooves, galloping away into the distance. Chen Jing jumped up in a hurry, and ran out with the young man to catch the beasts. These little beasts were smart and agile, and played around with them. Chen Jing never thought that one day he would fight wits with the little beasts Yong, he kept rolling, crawling and thumping, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he managed to grab two of them. He picked up the two trophies and carried them to mid-air as if asking for credit. He foolishly showed them to the young man, only to see that the young man had already peeled two of them and was holding the meat. Walk into a cave, gather dry firewood inside, and light a fire.

Chen Jing blinked and stared at the two squeaky little things in his hand. One of them opened its fangs and gave him a sharp bite. The little beast fled in all directions. He stuffed his fingers into his lips, sucked hard, carried Hong Zhuo on his back, walked into the cave, and sat beside the young man.

The young man looked up at him, fiddled with the firewood under his palm, and roved his eyes: "Where's the snow mouse?"

"Run away." Chen Jing rubbed his head, full of helplessness, "I didn't catch it."

The young man stared at him for a long while, then lowered his gaze lightly: "The kindness of a woman."

"That's not the case." Chen Jing was a little ashamed, not knowing how to reply, "It's freezing cold, and it's not easy for everything to survive. I think those two are still small..."

"The law of the world is for the weak to be eaten by the strong," said the young man. "Eat them, and you will live. If you let them go, you will starve to death. Which one do you choose?"

Chen Jing was speechless.

The young man fiddled with the thin skewers, and the skin and flesh of the snow mouse turned over, emitting bursts of burnt aroma. After roasting for an unknown amount of time, he stuck out his palm and said, "Salt."

Chen Jing hurriedly handed out the salt jar, the young man flipped his wrist and sprinkled salt on it, the cooked meat gave off a tempting aroma, he took two deep breaths, his saliva welled up, and stared at the meat eagerly, the young man was not generous this time, in Chen Jing Jing stared at it with longing, and ate one piece on his own. He picked up the remaining piece and stared at it, flipped it around a few times, and handed it to Chen Jing: "Here."

Chen Jing didn't care about anything, he hurriedly closed his teeth to bite, hit the tooth with a click, and screamed in pain, the young man took back the thin stick, waved it in front of his face, and lazily said: "Please."

Chen Jing blinked blankly, and said stupidly: "Ah?"

"Please," the young man rested his chin on one hand, lazily dangling the stick, "if I don't ask, I won't give you something to eat."

How can you be so childish...

Chen Jing was slandering in his heart, so naturally he didn't dare to speak out, he bowed his head, very well-behaved: "Please."

It is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, but a man can bend and stretch, and only when he fills his stomach can he guide the world.