Suo Jinling

Amur bowed his head silently, gathered the tiles together, and disappeared into the corner of the tent.

He Zhongyin was so angry that his heart bleeds, he just wanted to struggle and bite Amur's throat, causing him to bleed to death.

"Where is the forsythia."

Amur sighed.

"She's dead," He Zhongyin said with a sneering smile, "She had your child, and died after giving birth, and the child went with her."

When he was at home, He Zhongyin couldn't mention these things, and he couldn't even think about them. At this moment, what he said was an understatement. He hurt the enemy one thousand and self-damaged eight hundred.

Amur clenched his fists, his teeth were grinding, his knees were shaking violently, his arms were showing veins, and his neck was bent into a bow.

He pushed the yokan in front of He Zhongyin, raised his foot to lift the curtain, and walked out sullenly.

He Zhongyin bent his legs, buried his forehead between his knees, and laughed non-stop, with a ghostly voice, drifting leisurely towards the snow field.

In the next few days, a dumb person brought him food. He Zhongyin would unchain He Zhongyin and wait in the corner of the tent. He Zhongyin never went on a hunger strike on purpose. He was not used to these smelly foods, but In order to accumulate strength, he endured the urge to vomit and ate it. There were people coming and going outside the tent, and there was no taboo in talking and laughing. He Zhongyin gradually knew where this place was, and Nalan Chiagu Da is the Great Khan of the Northern Yi, who has collected thirteen scattered tribes, and intends to rule the Central Plains in the future.

Three days later, he was blindfolded and carried to nowhere. He could faintly smell the smell of animal bones and hear the beeping of charcoal fire. From ear to chin.

He Zhongyin felt uncomfortable all over, his hairs stood on end, he clenched his teeth and endured it.

"They said you don't eat much, so it should be because you don't like mutton," Lanchi Aguda said with a smile, paws up and down, "This sweet-scented osmanthus thing was taken from the market in the Central Plains, just eat this .”

The clenched teeth were removed, and a piece of cake was stuffed into his mouth, which was forced into his throat. He Zhongyin couldn't avoid it, so he ate it bravely, coughing continuously, and was poured another mouthful of milk, choking alive. down.

This Lanchi Aguda...don't want him to die for now.

He Zhongyin knew it in his heart, but the feeling of his body couldn't deceive anyone, he hated this person to the core, the part where the skin met was like burning, the pain was so painful that he couldn't move.

"There are quite a lot of beauties in your Lao Shizi race." Lanchi Aguda bent his arms, hugged He Zhongyin to his chest, and sat with his legs apart. "If you want to save their lives, I will serve Ben Khan well." .”

"You can kill as much as you want, and you can kill as much as you like." He Zhongyin smiled and bared his white teeth, "What does it have to do with me?"

"Oh?" Lanchi Aguda raised his eyebrows and laughed loudly, "In that case, let's kill that bastard."

He Zhongyin froze his body.

The curtain was lifted, the familiar crying sound came, the vague smell of milk wafted out, the silk slipped into the tip of the nose, the blindfold was ripped off, the robe was stripped off, He Zhongyin was pressed In the tent, he hugged his back high.

On the opposite side was a slender beauty in disheveled clothes, holding a doll that was waiting to be fed in her arms. The doll still recognized him, struggled with her hands and feet, and reached out to him desperately.

"Mo, Mo is here," He Zhongyin almost collapsed, tears pooled in his eyes, "Please, Mo is here..."

"Why aren't you here?" Lanchi Aguda untied his robe, grabbed He Zhongyin's long hair, and asked him to look at him carefully, "Since I can't bear him, I will serve Ben Khan well."

Bursts of muffled hums sounded from the tent, the robes trembled, the candles flickered endlessly, and the baby's cries continued, echoing mournfully in the night.

The bestiality didn't stop until dawn, He Zhongyin was exhausted, his whole body was wet, and he couldn't open his eyelids. Satisfied, Lanchi Aguda packed up and left the tent. The doll was carried away, and the dumb man came in to cover it. He Zhongyin raised his eyebrows, carried the man out of the main tent, returned to the original round tent, fetched water to wipe his body, He Zhongyin was in a daze, lost most of his three souls and seven souls, and didn't think about eating for a few days, all of them were dumb people who kept time. Come in and force him down.

He Zhongyin couldn't eat milk soup any more, he couldn't even smell it, and he vomited heart-piercingly when he touched it. He didn't care about it, as long as he came back with a big victory, he would take him over to study for a while, He Zhongyin was usually unable to move, could not see the doll and could not see the light, only in the main tent could he be loosened, take a few breaths, After a long time, he became more and more silent. No matter how much he was tossed about, he was like a pool of mud, and his pale blue eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, which could not be disturbed at all.

Lanchi Aguda's traitorous|corpse-like, getting more and more boring, only the threat of gouging out the doll's eyes can elicit a slight reaction.

He Zhongyin didn't run away anymore, he was lying in the round tent that trapped him, and fell asleep all day long, it seemed that he could only be comforted when he was trapped in a dream, and one day Amur couldn't stand it anymore, and lifted He Zhongyin's collar , swung his arm and punched him, this punch was merciless, He Zhongyin hit the corner of the tent, his hands and feet were limp, and he couldn't get up for a long time.

"What's the name of that doll?"

Amor Road.

He Zhongyin's eyes were blank, and he didn't answer for a long while.

"Let me ask you, what's the name of that doll!"

Amur stepped forward, lifted He Zhongyin by the neck, and hung him in the air.

"He Jingming," He Zhongyin was being carried high, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his shoulders drooped, "It's my child...it has nothing to do with you..."

Amur's eyes were red, like a mad cow stimulated into madness, gasping for breath, there was only a faint laughter in the tent, the voice was chic and unrestrained, it seemed to release the haze that had accumulated for many days, the next moment he After being thrown to the ground, Amur opened the curtain and left without looking back.

He Zhongyin couldn't stop laughing.

He was paralyzed on the ground, like a revolving lantern in his mind, vaguely skipped a lot, the past him paddled the boat, traveled farther and farther in the river, his back became smaller and smaller, retreated into a young man, merged into a young child, until he disappeared not see.

The candle was bright and dim, and he spent the night with his eyes open.

After that day, he gradually changed, he no longer cared about the outsiders in the tent, he would even put his arms around Lanchi Aguda's neck, and flirt with him. He Zhongyin knew that Lanchi Aguda only used him as a plaything, and would throw it away when it was worn out. He began to learn not to let himself get hurt, and softened his body to cater to him. I don't know when the doll in the account will disappear, Lan Chi Originally, Aguda would take him captive only when he won a big victory, but later on, regardless of victory or defeat, he spent almost every day with him in the spring and night, until dawn.

He Zhong remained calm and planted the heart-cutting Gu into Lan Chi Aguda's body. This Gu was colorless, odorless, and extremely poisonous. Except for the heart-killing grass watered with his heart's blood, nothing could save lives. The witch doctor The ancient precepts of the family can only save people and not hurt people. Anyone who violates it will be punished by skinning and deboning, and he will not live in peace if he is buried in the ground. He doesn't care anymore.

After living in such a muddle, Lan Chi Aguda gradually relaxed his vigilance, and no longer locked He Zhongyin all the time, entangled him so that he couldn't move. He Zhongyin was able to go out of the tent and walk around a few times, silently pulling grass leaves and playing music Playing, he found out where the clansmen were trapped, where the cattle, sheep and horses were, but the dolls were hidden and could not be found.

Amur always looked at him secretly, his sight was like a twisted thin thread, binding him tightly, no matter whether the person looked at He Lianqiao through him or who he was, he only felt disgusted.

Lanchi Aguda conquered all day long, with hundreds of secrets scattered, and one day he was attacked by other tribes at night. The fire in the tent burned the sky, the grass and trees were inexhaustible, and there were roaring and howling crowds everywhere. Go to the tent where the tribe was trapped, slaughter all the guards, let the tribe flee in all directions, and find another place to settle.

He let his people go, turned around to look for the doll, there were bursts of crying in the grass, He Zhongyin hurriedly ran, Amur was pale, blood was all over his body, half of his forearm was gone, the blood was like a surge, Madness drenches the blades of grass.

He Zhongyin snatched the doll, and Amur smashed to the ground like a shattered brick. He struggled to raise his head, stretched out his arm desperately, and grabbed He Zhongyin's ankle: "Forsythia...why not Come with me..."

"Ask her yourself." He Zhongyin pulled out the short blade, raised the knife in his hand, and pierced Amur, "Apologize to her."

Amur is dead.

He Zhongyin tore off his robe, wrapped the doll, tied it firmly on his back, and ran vigorously. The horses were frightened and fled in all directions, and they couldn't even catch them. The doll was very cute in his arms. He didn't cry, his little hands clutched the hem of his clothes, as if grabbing some life-saving straw, and refused to let go at all.

He took the baby across mountains and ridges, not daring to stop for a moment, until he was exhausted from running, and then hid in a cave and took the baby out of his arms.

There were tears in the baby's eyes, staring at him and wanting to cry, his lips moved a few times, and the saliva flowed all over his neck.

"Father really doesn't have any milk for you," He Zhongyin smiled, his neck bent down, his cheek was pressed against his forehead, and stuck to the doll, "It's useless to cry."

He naturally called himself Daddy, and there was no obstacle anymore.

He can't go back to the witch doctor clan, and from now on, he will be his home everywhere, and he will depend on this baby for life.

"When you are in a safe place, Dad will find you a nanny." He Zhongyin bit the tip of his tongue and stuffed it into the baby's mouth, "Let's do this first, Dad's blood is a great tonic, and it cannot be bought with ten thousand taels of gold. Don't underestimate it."

The doll was very obedient, with her small hands like steamed buns clasped around He Zhongyin's fingers, sucking and sucking non-stop.

He Zhongyin was spoiled and raised since he was a child, afraid of tiredness, pain, cold, and hunger, he would not stand when he could sit, and would not do any tiring things, and if he got hurt somewhere, he would take it as a reason You lay on the couch for a whole day, and refused to move no matter who called.

Right now, his fingers will grow back from time to time, and the doll can't breathe after a few puffs, and when he squints his eyes, he is about to cry. He Zhongyin didn't even frown, took out a short dagger and put it across his fingers, pressing hard on his knuckles, Almost half of the bone was chopped off and sent back to the doll's mouth.

Now the blood flow became bigger, the baby's eyes were closed tightly, sucking excitedly, He Zhongyin leaned against the stone wall, resting his forehead on it, tore off a few pieces of robes, and wrapped the baby around his body.

He was naked, shivering from the cold wind, his fingers were so stiff that he could barely bend them.

After sucking the doll for half an hour, he finally fell asleep contentedly. He Zhongyin's wounds healed quickly, and he would feel dizzy after a little blood loss, and his hands and feet would be weak. I didn't think about what to do in the future. I can't do hard work with a doll. This appearance will also change. I must hide my name and not be discovered by others...

Thinking like this, he gradually lost consciousness, fell asleep half-dream and half-awake, after sleeping for a while, his heart felt tight, and he always felt panic all over. He hugged the doll tightly, walked out of the cave on snow, and started running in the dark night.

After running for an unknown amount of time, there was a sudden movement at his feet, and an ebony arrow was shot in the air, like a long thorn, nailed straight to his side.

The top of the head was full of tall horses, the hooves of the horses whistled continuously, and there was the sound of guns and guns in the distance. I don't know how many people surrounded him. He Zhongyin arched his back, wrapped the doll in his arms, turned around and slid to the bottom of the slope, and his clothes fell off on the way It was torn, and the cloth shoes were kicked off. He hugged the doll tightly in his arms, hit the stone on his back, stumbled and fell down, his forehead hair was flying everywhere, and his palms were covered with bloodstains.

There was a faint howl of wolves in the distance, and He Zhongyin wrapped the baby tightly, panicking in his heart. The forest is full of wild beasts. If they are caught by wolves, they are destined to become their rations. The children of the witch doctor clan were thin and weak when they were young. It is very easy to die young. If you freeze for a long time in this ice and snow, or fall somewhere, your life will not be saved.

He Zhongyin had never been afraid of anything, never worried about anything, but now his heart was beating like a drum, he ran down in a panic, and he didn't care if his head was broken and bloody.

There were constant arrows behind his back, strange rocks under his feet, and wolves howling constantly on the hillside. He stepped on the stone with bare feet, and there was a ding-dong sound beside him, and the doll cried out in fright. , the tip of the arrow cut through the flesh and pierced through the lower abdomen.

He felt powerless in his hands, staggered on the soles of his feet, bent his legs forward, and hit the ground with a bang, the doll flew out of his arms, rolled down the hillside, covered in layers of snow, and suddenly disappeared.

He Zhongyin's eyes and canthus were cracked, and a roar came from his throat. He half-kneeled on the ground, and pulled out the arrow in his belly, blood cascaded out.

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His chest bounced upward, and his eyes snapped open.

wake up.

The cold wind howled in the cave, and the snow waves came layer by layer, blocked by the robes.

The fragrance of Qin came floating in strands, wantonly teasing the tip of his nose.

Shen Xinlian lay quietly beside her, exuding a faint fragrance.

He Zhongyin covered his forehead, and slowly propped up his body, the pain in his head was splitting, and the memories that were suppressed in his heart surged up, almost drowning him.

Don't dare to recall, can't bear to recall, refuse to recall, don't want to recall.

This heart-piercing pain... was enough to drive him crazy.

Whether it's love or hate, fear or worry, it's already rolled up into a ball, and it can't be distinguished anymore.

The ginseng lotus grew in the thorn bushes, but it was taken down.

He Zhongyin supported the stone wall and staggered up. The wound on his body had healed, but he was a little dizzy due to blood loss. He went out holding the ginseng lotus. One o'clock, the ears are red from the cold.

He Zhongyin was silent for a while, took off his coat and covered the young man, just as his arm touched the young man's shoulder, the young man suddenly woke up, subconsciously jumped back a few steps, like a wolf that has been invaded, grinning and staring, as if about to pounce on him he.

Except for being beside Ah Jing, Lan Jingming didn't rest very much, and would wake up with a start if there was any noise. Right now, he was in the wilderness, and there was this gentleman who was beating and scolding him coldly, so he naturally didn't dare to fall asleep.

It's just... this gentleman seems to be different.

The cold ice that was originally repulsive to people thousands of miles away melted a lot, and the cold and hard face seemed to be softened, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of the eyes and brows, which suddenly disappeared.

"This ginseng lotus...you picked it back?"

He Zhongyin asked.

Oh yes.

Lan Jing understood clearly, but couldn't tell what was in his heart.

When the ginseng lotus was picked back, He Xiuzhu was saved.

This faint smile and the warmth of the whole body have nothing to do with him, it is all for the child whom he misses so much.

"No," Lan Jingming shrugged, "There was a gust of wind blowing it down just in time."

He Zhongyin: "..."

"Let's go," Lan Jingming turned around first, "As you said, it will be too late."

Before He Zhongyin could speak, Lan Jingming propped up his arms and jumped down the hillside.

He Zhongyin hurriedly followed, only to feel that something was different.

The young man's eyes were dull, and the warmth that filled his body faded. He was neither sad nor happy, like a piece of emerald jade that had lost its soul, standing in the wind and snow.