Suo Jinling

The young man was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Chen Jing to borrow the donkey from the slope, without any intention of bargaining, with the roasted meat lying in his palm, Chen Jing made a decisive decision, stretched out his neck, and took a big bite, filling his mouth full Flowing oil.

Before the young man could react, Chen Jing slammed his bow left and right, biting back and forth, gnawed away the piece of meat, leaving only a thin stick standing tremblingly in the air.

The young man blinked, looked at Chen Jing and then at himself, as if he was unwilling to do so, he opened his mouth by accident, sticking out the tip of his red tongue, entangled in the last piece of soft flesh.

This time, Chen Jing blushed, and the ice and snow were completely silent. He and the young man looked at each other, their faces were burning, and they hurriedly looked away, refusing to look directly at each other.

The young man lowered his eyes and turned the bamboo stick in his hand. There was only a soft beep in the cave, and the tongue of fire licked the meat, emitting bursts of fragrance.

His cheeks were drooping, his eyelashes were thick, and there were two rows of long fans on his thin eyelids, making the sound of the wind. Chen Jing's mouth was parched, and his chest was hot for a while, so he couldn't be in the same room with others. He stepped out of the cave, Looking out from a distance, the sky outside is already dark, the mountains are stacked in the distance, the wind whistling and whistling, there is faint snow falling, and the coolness melts on the fingers.

In the dead of night, people were tired and horses were exhausted, wild beasts came and went, and their howling resounded through the forest. Chen Jing retreated into the cave and sat obediently beside the firewood, knowing that he could not leave, so he could only spend the night here.

Firewood was scarce, and his body was shivering. The young man picked up dead branches and grass leaves in the corner, and built a grass nest to shelter from the wind and rain.

Chen Jing watched silently.

This person is beautiful in appearance, astonishing as a heavenly man, but he really acts like a hunter. He is careless and careless, gathers firewood into a pile, puts on his clothes and is about to fall asleep.

It's freezing cold, sleeping alone like this, it's hard to protect yourself from the wind and cold.

Chen Jing looked at his nose, nose and heart, and wanted to say something, but the cold wind outside the cave was howling, but he was tongue-tied for a long time, unable to utter anything.

Whatever you say...you're just like an apprentice.

Chen Jing abruptly withdrew his gaze, walked into the corner of the cave, put his head on his chest, hugged his arms and curled up into a ball.

If they can survive this time, everyone will be happy, if they can't, brother and sister-in-law will have no relatives in this world.

His elder brother and sister-in-law repeatedly urged him to think twice before acting, don't act too quickly, every time he focused on his expression, but behind his back, the wind blew in his ears, his chest was filled with hatred, once he found the opportunity, he couldn't care about anything.

He hugged his arms, and then grabbed the broken hair, he just insisted on going his own way, and even hurt Hongzhuo...

Hong Zhuo accompanied him several times, and was his most trusted retainer. As long as he survived for another year, he would be promoted and added to the family tree, enjoying the highest honor of a warrior.

All because of myself, all because of myself...

"Aren't you cold?"

Chen Jing's chest trembled, and he woke up from the nightmare. He raised his head blankly, and there were still tears in the corners of his eyes.

The young man frowned slightly, but he didn't laugh at him, he just stared at him quietly: "It's freezing cold, why don't you come to rest."

······Come?

·······Where to?

The boy turned over, lazily brushed up his broken hair, and curled up in the corner of the firewood: "Why don't you come to rest."

How... how to rest?

The young man became impatient, and squinted his jasper-like eyes: "In the cold winter months, lambs know how to hug each other to keep warm, why are you shy?"

Coy... what.

Yes, what are you coy about.

Chen Jing raised his hand to wipe his face, quietly stepped on the snow, creaked forward, and lay beside the boy with half-opened eyes in a daze.

The young man's flesh and bones were smooth, and his skin was like a piece of cold jade, revealing crystal clear moisture. Chen Jing looked at his back close at hand, and for some reason, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and the tip of his tongue seemed to be frozen, making a beeping sound.

There was someone beside Xu Shi, the nightmare subsided a lot, Chen Jing was half asleep, half awake, in a daze, only felt that his body was hot and cold, sometimes he was holding something, sometimes there was nothing, only the cold air was left all over his body.When he woke up again, the sky was dim, and he opened his eyes to see a pair of long eyelashes, which were being held around his chest by him. The boy's eyes were slightly closed, and he was obediently lying on his chest. On the outside, soft blond hair hangs around the neck, and the skin can be broken by blows, softer than a woman.

Chen Jing lay there in a daze, unable to move for a while, his arms were as heavy as a thousand weights, and he wanted to move a few times, but his back was tied to his legs, and he couldn't move them at all.

He had been covered by a bamboo hat before, and the cold wind blew up the veil faintly, revealing half of his face. Chen Jing could only see his thinned lips. At this moment, his breath was close at hand, his warm body was wrapped in his arms, and his thick eyelashes were like The two small fans trembled slightly.

Chen Jing couldn't breathe for a while, his mouth and tongue were soft, his arms were about to bend, but they seemed to be branded on an iron plate, stiffened and creaked twice, the boy's eyelashes fluttered, he opened his eyes slightly, and his body froze suddenly.

Chen Jing smelled a trace of murderous intent, and immediately dared not move.

The young man raised his head inch by inch and touched Chen Jing's face. Chen Jing held his breath, only to feel that murderous aura climbed up his back as if it had a substance, and covered his throat coolly.

Is he going to kill me?

Chen Jing choked his breath, his Adam's apple was burning like fire.

The boy lowered his eyes and stepped back half an inch.

The murderous aura dissipated immediately.

Like a dream.

Chen Jing leaned on in a daze, the boy turned over and sat up, quickly grabbed back the bamboo hat, and pressed it firmly on his head.

With the veil covering his face, the boy turned and left, and came back with a bagful of fruits, scattered on the ground.

The fruit juice has a delicious fragrance, and the fragrance lingers on the tongue, Chen Jingshi doesn't know the taste, after taking two mouthfuls, he has to look up, his lips twitch a few times, he doesn't know how to open his mouth.

"It's dawn," the boy ate the last fruit, licking his fingers carefully, "Let's go."

Let's go, dragged Chen Jing back from his dream, there were barbarians chasing soldiers outside, and anxious brother and sister-in-law in the city, he rubbed his cheeks, carried Hong Zhuo's body on his back, and followed the young man, walking step by step .

The young man's shoulders and back were immature, and his whole body stood like a slender bamboo, without bending at all. He still didn't wear shoes, and walked barefoot in the snow, the soles of his feet were red from the cold. Chen Jing endured it again and again. There was still some fabric left in the underclothes, and he pulled out quite a lot, stepped forward and half-kneeled on the ground, and tied it to the boy's feet.

The boy didn't struggle, he was hit by some kind of Gu technique, his head was hanging on his chest, and he stared quietly at the person.

Chen Jing was stared at with thorns on his back, raised his hand to rub his cheek, and said after a while: "It's freezing cold, be careful... catch a cold."

The young man narrowed his eyes slightly, slowly raised his arm, covered his hair with his fingers, and gently kneaded it twice.

Chen Jing's whole body was stiff, and the back of his ears was burning like fire, and only the tinkle of bells remained in his ears. The boy turned and walked forward without looking back at him.

They didn't know how long they walked, from sunrise to sunset, and gradually reached the edge of the jungle. In the distance, there were mountains and rocks, with the shadow of the city wall standing majestically among the clouds.

Chen Jing rubbed his eyes, unable to believe what he saw.

He actually came out, walked to the edge of the jungle, walked outside Yongkang City, touched a glimmer of life.

He turned around abruptly and looked at the boy fixedly.

The young man stood in the forest like a wandering soul, his veil fluttering with the wind.

"Chen Jing, what's your name?" Chen Jing took two steps forward, his shoulders stretched like a bow, he gasped for breath, and stretched out his hand to touch the young man, "Can you let me know?"

The boy dodges away.

"Let's go," the young man said calmly, half of his face was hidden under the veil, his thin lips trembled slightly, "The sky is high and the road is far away, we will meet each other if we are destined."

"I don't know where you are hunting," Chen Jing said hurriedly, "there are many barbarians here, who often come to burn, plunder, and do all kinds of evil. If you can't stay where you are, come to find me in Yongkang City. There is a Fangyuan Station in Yongkang City, which is my home. Zhongye, come in and tell me my name, and someone will answer me naturally."

The young man tilted his head to look at Chen Jing, the corners of his lips curled slightly: "The son of a farmer has a lot of family business."

Chen Jing choked.

In front of this young man, he has no reason at all, lost all his mind, like a yellow-mouthed child, unable to speak.

"It's me, it's my uncle's property," Chen Jing said in a low voice, "You should repay the favor of saving life with a spring, and if there is something that can help... I will die."

The young man looked at him quietly, and said after a while, "It's decided."

Chen Jing raised his head suddenly.

The young man stretched out his palm, curled up into a fist, and looked into Chen Jing's eyes: "It's a deal, punch as an oath."

Chen Jing subconsciously wiped his palms to wipe off the sweat. He raised his fist and stood trembling in the air. The young man raised his arm and bumped into him, his flesh trembling endlessly. Chen Jing recalled those eyes, the temperature of his flesh and blood...

As the cold wind blew, half of the veil was raised, the golden bell tinkled, and the two faced each other across the air, both giggling.

Chen Jing's whole body was in tatters, one of his straw sandals was broken, his face was mottled with black mud, his nose and eyes could not be seen clearly, and the boy was stepping on two pieces of cloth under his ankles. Does not show the original color.

"I'm leaving," Chen Jing cupped his fists and bowed deeply, "Thank you again, Shaoxia, for saving your life. The sky is high and the road is far away. We will meet each other if we are destined."

The young man didn't evade the courtesy, and didn't make a sound. Chen Jing bowed deeply three times, turned around and hugged Hongzhuo tightly, and walked down the mountain step by step.

Even when he came to the edge of the dense forest, he still didn't dare to take it lightly. He walked around a few boulders and looked behind him carefully.

Is this a dream?

Can we meet again in this life?

Chen Jing couldn't figure it out.

His tired legs trembled, and even his fingertips trembled. He didn't want to stop, and he didn't dare to stop. The strange rocks in the mountain were so rugged that his legs were covered with scars when he stepped on them. Afraid of adding wounds to people.

People die like lights go out, father is gone, mother is gone, Hong Zhuo is gone, there will be no more of them in this world.

No matter how much I struggle... I will never come back to life.

Chen Jing stepped on the ground, staggered and fell to the ground, the skin on his neck was scratched, and blood flowed from his legs and feet. He tried his best to grab something with his hands and feet. , gave birth to a sharp pain, Chen Jing leaned on the pain, and moved forward vigorously, approaching the city, only torches were brightly lit, and countless people in armor shouted loudly Young Master, surrounded them, Chen Jing raised his head in a daze, looked at The towering city walls and the flags fluttered and danced in the wind, and the breath he was holding on to suddenly dissipated, and his eyes were dark and he was plunged into the mist.