Suo Jinling

In the past years, when traveling north and south, although there were times of apprehension, but at that time he was still young, father and son depended on each other, happiness always outweighed sorrow, and after staying in Yongkang City for a long time, He Xiuzhu got used to the sunrise and sunset Life, thinking that the future will be like running water, and he can live in the city until he grows old, but who knows that the plan can't catch up with the changes, he actually became the flying thief in the play, and slipped out of Yongkang City with his father in disguise , Trekking in the forest for a day, stepping into a ruined temple at night.

The outside of the temple is overgrown with weeds, and it has not been taken care of for some time, but the inside is clean and tidy, and the melons and fruits enshrined on the plate are still new.

"Before this place was taken care of by a wandering monk. The monk traveled thousands of miles to seek proof of the Tao. He was suffering from hunger and cold on the way and almost died there. I rescued the monk. He gave me many scriptures and books and called me to practice meditation everywhere. A few days ago, he went out for a wandering tour, and the temple was empty, so you go and spread out the bedding and burn the charcoal basin, and burn the black clothes."

Before He Xiuzhu took a few breaths, he was sent out to busy himself in the temple and became a spinning top. Although the sparrows in the temple were small and complete, they were enough for daily life. He cooked hot porridge in the kitchen and steamed it. Steamed buns, boil a pot of hot water, and carry it into the bedroom.

He Zhongyin was giving Lan Jingming the needle, no matter how many inches it penetrated, Lan Jingming's eyes were tight and he showed no sign of waking up.

After a course of treatment, the acupoints could no longer be stimulated, He Zhongyin retracted the needle bag, put his finger on the center of the eyebrows, and rubbed it hard a few times.

He Xiuzhu sat beside him silently, without saying a word to disturb him, his father has saved countless people in his life, and his medical skills have reached the peak, if there is a disease that even his father can't cure... others will not be able to intervene.

The heat steamed up, making the room as warm as spring. He Zhongyin came back to his senses, wrung out the towel from the basin, wiped Lan Jingming's cheeks and neck, and wiped the thick condensed blood scabs, exposing|exposing the original skin.

The scorching heat surged up wantonly, forcing people to sweat profusely, He Xiuzhu couldn't sit still, leaned forward and leaned forward: "Father, why did you come out in such a hurry, who is watching us secretly?"

"Maybe it's from Beiyi, maybe it's from the General's Mansion," He Zhongyin said, "I don't know."

He Xiuzhu was struck by lightning one after another all day and night, and his mind was in a mess, he didn't know which one to deal with first: "Wait...Dad, you and the general's mansion have always been on good terms, and you were once the general's husband , why is he afraid of us?"

He Zhongyin froze his arms, the towel was wrung from water, and hung on Lan Jingming's eyelashes. The person on the couch was breathing lightly, and his thick eyelashes were covered with water droplets, like colored glass that would break at the touch of a touch, making it unbearable to touch.

Do you want to tell Xiu Zhu everything?

He Zhongyin hesitated for a moment, then raised his head in a daze.

He Xiuzhu's Adam's apple rolled, and he clenched his fists tightly, his dark cheeks turned red, as if the charcoal block was scorched by flames, it was riddled with holes, and almost disappeared.

That's it.

He didn't want to tell Xiuzhu too much before, and he didn't want to involve people, which would only increase the child's worries.

If it was a child of an ordinary family, he should marry a wife and have children at such an early age, and live a stable and happy life, but he is not an ordinary parent at all, and he knows nothing about love, let alone how to teach Xiuzhu.

Their destinies are already tightly intertwined, and they are inseparable. If they find excuses to get past it... it's nothing but self-deception.

"Okay, I'll tell you the important ones," He Zhongyin said, "You forget it after you've heard it, and don't disclose it to a third person."

He Xiuzhu nodded again and again, and He Zhongyin started from the witch doctor family, talking about the mountains and rivers Hunyuan map and the mysterious and unpredictable Zhuxincao, talking about the affairs of the northern barbarians and the heinous Lanchi Aguda, and talking about all kinds of stories. Daxue and the lost child...

Countless pictures are like turbulent waves, rolling from the sky, burying himself in it, his mouth and nose are completely blocked, and he can't breathe at all. Many doubts in the past have been answered, and there is a reason for living in the world. Waiting for He Zhongyin to After telling all the past, He Xiuzhu stood up, hugged his father's back, rubbed his father's back heavily, turned around and walked out, he was walking in the courtyard, and when he stepped into the kitchen, he tripped over the threshold and fell on the ground with a thud. On the ground, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he couldn't get up for a long time.

Everything in front of his eyes is like a dream bubble, whistling and whirling, he and his father depended on each other, spending days and nights under the eaves, but his father's past has nothing to do with him, under this seemingly calm lake, there is such a tumbling and rushing... waves.

After sitting in the kitchen for an unknown amount of time, a cold wind blew out outside the room and blew out the flames in the stove. He Xiuzhu pinched his arms and helped his knees to get up, staggered up and went back to the bedroom, where he sat on the edge in a daze.

He and his father looked at each other in silence, the wind in the forest was louder than in the city, the fallen leaves were swirled up one after another, and blown into the temple, the majestic Buddha statue held lotus flowers in its hands, and looked down at all living beings.

He Xiuzhu stared at the face of the person on the couch, with mixed feelings in his heart, sourness surged up layer by layer. He knew how guilty his father was for the lost child. If there is really a one-in-a-million possibility... that child Still living in this world, even lying here, how should Dad deal with himself?

"father······"

He Zhongyin raised his head when he heard the words, his expression was calm, no clues could be seen on his face.

But He Xiuzhu knew in his heart that his father used to be tight-lipped, the more turbulent his heart was, the calmer his face became, and at this moment, under the immobile surface, no one knew what kind of gully was created.

He Xiuzhu was worried about his father, so he couldn't help turning his eyes back to the couch. On the couch, the man was buried in the quilt, and the wound on his cheek was wiped with a hot towel, and the scar was much lighter. There was nothing else to do right now, he could only He kept staring at that person, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out after careful study, and he was so entangled that he couldn't find where the thread was.

After looking at it for a long time, He Xiuzhu made up his mind and said without doing anything else: "Father, this scar is an eyesore, let's paint it off, and I'll make some ointment back."

He Zhongyin sat quietly, like a dying stone carving, leaving only an empty shell.

He Xiuzhu went to prepare the ointment by himself, but when he entered the door, he accidentally fell again, and his arm was rubbed with red shackles. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, poured the ointment on his forearm, and spread it randomly.

When he returned to the bedroom, he relaxed his movements a lot, spread the ointment with a soft cloth, and dabbed it on Lan Jingming's cheeks. This ointment has the effect of removing putrefaction and regenerating muscle. As a whole, Lan Jingming's complexion was originally frosty and white, similar in color to the snow-like ointment, after the scars were covered by the medicine film, his delicate face was revealed, like the first lotus after the rain, standing gracefully in the wind.

He Xiuzhu only felt that this man's demeanor had changed. When the scars covered his body, he was full of murderous aura, as if he had crawled out of a pile of dead people. After recovering his appearance, he became innocent, like a crystal clear green stone, exuding a natural luster.

The scars on the neck and chest were also erased, and the green stones on the earlobes were rubbed in, making the light much dimmer.

There was a creak outside, as if something stepped on a branch, and there was a small sound. He Zhong raised his eyebrows and walked quickly to the door. Several hares fled in panic and hid in the dense forest.

The sky is covered with dark clouds, and the wind is like a knife, and the snow is blowing into the distance.

This time the situation came out in a hurry, and everything was not cleared up, so it was inevitable that no one would notice.

The three armies were neatly organized outside the camp, and a lamp in the tent was like a bean. A long shadow dragged out of the tent and reflected on the grass. Hong Ye held two urgent reports and scratched his ears and cheeks outside the tent. He hesitated for a while and dared not go in. He just wanted to dig a pit I buried myself, not wanting to face the coming blast.

"Come in," Chen Jing said, "Why are you here to report?"

Hongye rubbed his fingers, gritted his teeth and knelt down to submit an urgent report: "If you go back to the general, Mr. He's private school and pharmacy are not open, only a notice is posted in front of the door, and the notices are all here."

Chen Jing took the rice paper and turned it over a few times. The two notices had similar themes. They only said that the distant relatives had something important to ask, they were going to visit relatives and friends, and the return date was not set so everyone should not wait.

"Look for it," Chen Jing said, "It doesn't matter if you're alive or dead, you have to find them all if you dig three feet deep."

"Yes, my subordinate obeyed. There is also an urgent report from Prince Ning's Mansion," Hong Ye said, "The urgent report said that there was a letter from Fei Nu from the court, and the letter was caught in the urgent report."

Chen Jing stood up suddenly: "Bring it!"

Hongye hurriedly submitted the urgent report, Chen Jing took out the thin scroll and blotted out the words with ink. There were only a few words in it, and they were written in a haphazard manner, as if the writer had exhausted his strength and could not write more.

The priest said in the letter that his time is running out and he wants to see General Chen Xiao for the last time.

"Prepare the horse," Chen Jing said, "I will hurry to the court, and the rest will be decided by the deputy general."