Suo Jinling

If a seed is buried in the bottom of my heart, it will take root and germinate, open the soil to blossom and bear fruit, and grow into a towering tree.

He Zhongyin sat on the edge of the collapse, buried his fingers into the end of Lan Jingming's hair, stroked it lightly a few times, and the broken hair fell down and scattered between his fingers.

Danfeng is a treasure in the world, and very few people can find it. If all the pieces can be pieced together, there must be a traitor among the Northern Yi who made suggestions for Lanchi Aguda.

But there were cavalry chasing behind, there were cliffs in front, wolves were howling all around, arrows pierced through the lower abdomen, and children rolled down the snowy slopes. It is impossible to survive for a few days without water and rice. Could it be that he was rescued?

He Zhongyin was puzzled and wanted to open his mouth to clear his veins, but the person in his arms frowned slightly, his lips trembled a few times, the cochlea overflowed with blood, and most of his neck was wet.

He Xiuzhu came back with a medicine bowl, and when he saw the situation, he hurried forward, took out a white silk and wiped it carefully, even a patient who had never met before felt uncomfortable seeing someone in pain, let alone the person in front of him who seemed to be his younger brother up.

The white silk was stained with bloodstains, it could not be used, the broken hair on the forehead hadn't been trimmed for a long time, covering most of the eyebrows and eyes, revealing the pale and chapped lips, He Xiuzhu squatted on the edge, looked left and right for a long time, only felt that this person's eyebrows and eyes were familiar , I seem to have seen it somewhere.

Those scars were covered up, and the delicate face was like a lotus, soaked in water mist, He Xiuzhu recalled all the past, could not help but sit back on the edge of the collapse, kneading the joints of his hands, not knowing what to do.

If he put together what his father said, he first had a secret affection for the person in front of him, and when he learned that this person was the general's concubine, his affection was strangled in his infancy before it germinated. Later, he learned that the general wanted to marry him The person entered the door, and then this person sat precariously on the wall of his own courtyard, more terrifying than a wanted criminal by the court, and now he seems to be a long-lost brother...

He Xiuzhu sighed secretly, he felt that his mind was as thick as a city wall, if ordinary people encountered these things, they might roll their eyes.

"The medicine is cold, boil a new bowl here," He Zhongyin said, "Put some spirit orchid in it, the bitterness will be diluted a lot."

"Understood, I'll cook some more porridge," He Xiuzhu said, "Daddy change his clothes, he will catch cold."

He Zhongyin was sitting on the edge, wrapped only in an outer shirt, his thick blond hair fell like flowing clouds, covering most of his chest, his clear eyes were like morning dew in the forest, and contained a luster as clear as jade.

The humble house seems to be illuminated by the morning sun, the candles are burning blazingly, and the snow outside the house, He Zhongyin is like a solitary pine and bamboo, standing among the clouds and mist.

Daddy always forcibly conceals his appearance and integrates into the lives of ordinary people. After such a long time, even He Xiuzhu will forget his original appearance. Maybe for Daddy... there is no need to pretend to restore his original appearance, That is the real freedom.

If he is a descendant of the witch doctor clan like his father, then He Xiuzhu's younger brother should also look similar to his father, why is he like this now?

There are thousands of words in his heart to ask, but now the few people are starving, He Xiuzhu had to pick up his old business, went into the kitchen to light a fire to cook porridge, it was getting late when he brought it back, and the candle was about to burn out, so He Xiuzhu picked up the porridge. After eating porridge, he didn't know the taste, so he swallowed a few mouthfuls reluctantly. Lan Jingming pursed his lips tightly and refused to obey, and was slapped twice on the buttocks, so he hesitated to open his mouth and swallowed two spoonfuls with tears in his eyes.

This slap and slap was really merciless, He Xiuzhu was dumbfounded, and secretly lamented that his father was hard-hearted, he was very obedient when he was young, and never quarreled with children of the same age, even though he was rebellious when he was older, he slapped the bamboo pole After a few strokes, he became obedient, and now that he has grown up, he has really seen the power of his father in teaching his children... He Xiuzhu was afraid that he would be scratched by this sweeping leg, so he put down his porridge bowl and medicine bowl to find a reason to escape. I don't want to stay here to be an eyesore.

In the dead of night, Lan Jingming was buried in He Zhongyin's lap, his fingers wrapped around his outer shirt, his eyes were half-opened and half-closed, his breath was barely audible, and he didn't know when it would be gone, He Zhongyin was worried that he would be so depressed Holding the chest and abdomen would make the baby even more uncomfortable. He wanted to stand up in a different position, and clenched his fingers tightly on the outer shirt. He Zhongyin's chest trembled and he couldn't move immediately.

The armor of that hand was incomplete, and the phalanges trembled slightly when he exerted force, and the flesh was red and purple. He Zhongyin couldn't bear to let others hold it again. He held the thin wrist, pulled out his fingers one by one, and put them in his palm. Hold it gently so that no one can struggle anymore.

"Mother..."

A low cry sounded in the silent room, the voice was indistinct, like clouds and mist floating up, the vastness is not in the world.

He Zhongyin couldn't sit still, stared for a while with his head down, raised his hand to caress the top of Lan Jingming's hair, and stroked it slowly: "Mother is here."

"Mother...is willing to see me," Lan Jingming choked up in his throat, his fingers convulsed and twisted, "It's good to die, dead... to be able to see Mother."

He Zhongyin let go of his fingers, picked up the broken hair and covered Lan Jingming's forehead, his palm was full of hot flashes, the heat penetrated his bones, almost scalding his flesh.

"Mother, why, why does it hurt so much after death?" Lan Jingming moved his arm, his throat choked deeper, "Itches and hurts, mother... I want to drink Mengpo soup, drink it It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Who told you that it won't hurt after drinking Mengpo soup?" He Zhongyin moved his arm, put the quilt on Lan Jingming's buttocks, and swam a few times, wanting to hit but reluctant, "If you enter the underworld , You have to suffer ninety-nine and 81 disasters to be reincarnated, which is far less comfortable than it is now."

"Then you won't be reincarnated," Lan Jingming said, "after drinking Mengpo soup, just be a lonely ghost."

He Zhongyin's brows trembled slightly, the pain in his chest was unbearable, he raised his palm and wanted to drop it: "You...you child, how does Lanchi Aguda treat you normally?"

At the mention of this name, He Zhongyin's chest swelled and his throat was filled with blood: "How long have you been taking Danfeng Hongning Pills?"

Even though he had guessed most of it, He Zhongyin was still trembling all over, as if standing in the abyss, stepping on a thin string. He was afraid of hearing the past of the child, afraid of knowing the sufferings of the child. He traveled all over the years, and with Xiuzhu depended on each other for life, although he was not rich, he had no worries about food and clothing. Ruo Lanchi Aguda really raised his child... Lanchi Aguda was cunning and cruel, and he didn't know how to coax and torture the child.

"Father Khan treats me very well..."

Lan Jingming was drowsy from the fever, the voice in his ears was near and far away, and the pain all over his body seemed to be there, but he vaguely thought that since his death and grievances were gone, he didn't need to talk about everything, which would only increase his mother's worries. He picks and chooses and talks, trying to explain many things away, but for some reason, my mother grabs him and asks him again and again. If he makes a slight mistake, he will be asked to the end. If he insists on not saying anything, Two more palms on the buttocks.In life, the whip was eaten on the back, and after death, the iron sand palm was eaten on the buttocks. The more Lan Jingming thought about it, the more he felt wronged. Dare to move.

The more He Zhongyin was afraid of something, the more he couldn't help asking more questions.

Why did he survive after falling off the cliff, why did he eat Danfeng Hongning Pills until now, why did he pretend to be a daughter and sneak into Ah Jing’s mansion, why did he steal the Hunyuan map of mountains and rivers, and did it again all these years after it was stolen? What······

He Zhongyin bit the tip of his tongue and tasted the blood coming from the scroll.

He recalled that the child rescued Xiu Zhu, but was kicked by him in the courtyard, his sternum creaked, and he didn't know how many of them were broken; She still refused to leave after scolding, and finally picked a treasure and put it in her ear... and what did she do?

Hit and scold the child, swear at the child with cold eyebrows, suspect that the child is going to hurt Xiuzhu, and say categorically that you know what, Xiuzhu is my child...

Layers of cold sweat stuck to the outer shirt, and He Zhongyin's back was bent, almost torn apart.

What have you done?

What did you do to the child you were thinking about?

How much suffering did the child suffer, and how much was brought to him by himself?

But no matter how guilty and annoyed I am, the past is gone, and I can't go back to the past and make up for those pasts.

Although I feel uneasy in my heart, I have lived so well for so many years. The child lived alone in the tent of Beiyi. He grew up under the cold eyes and deceptions of others. He has suffered from pain and scars. After death, he would rather be a lonely ghost than to die again into reincarnation.

These long scars not only grow on the child's body, but also clearly grow on himself.

He Zhong was caught in the flames invisibly, and was burned to death by the scorching flames; he was tied to a thin rope and hung in the air, and swords, guns, axes and axes came from all directions, throwing him into the abyss piece by piece; he was squeezed away by unknown giant hands The throat is poured with intestinal poison, the wine rolls down to melt the lungs, and the flesh and blood rolls down from the eyes, dripping and falling into rain.

"Mother...why are you crying?" Lan Jingming folded his fingers and murmured softly, "It's all over, I'm lucky to see mother...God has treated me well. "

The fine snow fell outside the window, and there were only a few inaudible choking sounds in the room, scattered in the wind.

The next day He Xiuzhu opened the door and came in to deliver food and medicine, but when he saw the person, he froze in place, too shocked to move.

Dad's eyes were swollen like two walnuts, and half of his face seemed to have been soaked in tears, revealing large patches of deep red blood.

He Xiuzhu rubbed his eyes, took two steps back and took a step forward, opened the curtain to get a closer look, but He Zhongyin gave him a slap, and flinched back in despair.

"Brother, you still have the real ability, and you are willing to bow down for brother," He Xiuzhu whispered, and bowed to Lan Jingming again and again, "For our hard-hearted father to bear Bodhi fruit, you are the one on the list The number one hero really impresses my brother."

"Don't show off your big brother's prestige here," He Zhongyin said, "When he wakes up, a single sentence can choke your seven orifices."

He Xiuzhu shut up obediently, looked at his nose, nose, nose and heart, and said aloud, not daring to touch the tiger's tail anymore.

"I'll go to the mountains to gather some medicine," He Zhongyin said, "You take good care of it here, and don't make any mistakes."

"got it--"

He Xiuzhu rubbed his nose and handed the medicine basket to his father: "Dad can rest assured, I am the best at coaxing children."