Suo Jinling

Although the big talk was released, as soon as his father left, He Xiuzhu got into trouble with his back foot. His younger brother was more lethargic than awake all day long. He was so muddled that he couldn't recognize people. He Xiuzhu turned into a spinning top and spun around the person, the medicine bowl on the chest of the outer shirt was pulled by his fingers, obviously it didn't take any force to pull it out, but as long as he made a slight movement, Lan Jingming frowned Humming and chirping, the tossing He Xiuzhu couldn't move, changed several postures, and his thighs and calves were all numb.

After finally finding some free time to cook porridge and medicine, how to feed it in is a big difficulty. After thinking about it for a long time, he decided to use the last trick—to coax it with sugar cubes first, and wait for the opportunity to pour in the bitter medicine.

Lan Jingming has a special liking for sweets, even if he can't eat anything, he refuses to spit out the candy. There are no sugar people in this barren mountain and wild ridge. He Xiuzhu pulled back all the sweet grasses nearby and smashed them up. Squeeze them into pieces and stuff them into bowls, squeeze out several bowls of juice, arrange them in a row one by one, and hold them up to coax people to drink.

A spoonful of sugar water was sent into the gap between his lips, Lan Jingming opened his lips and smeared in, He Xiuzhu quickly put on the bitter medicine, Lan Jingming's lips trembled, his eyelids closed, his teeth were clenched tightly, his fingers were clenched inward, as if enduring the pain Turn your head away from the porcelain spoon.

He Xiuzhu was sweating profusely, most of the sugar water was consumed, and the medicine bowl was still full. He knelt there with stiff hands and feet, his head was bald and he didn't know how to continue. The snow outside rustled, as if someone was flying past. Stepped on several dead branches.

He Xiuzhu's heart trembled, he raised his hand to pick up the bamboo pole, and rushed out quickly, when a few hares saw people coming out, they turned their backs and ran into the forest, and suddenly disappeared.

There was no one in the courtyard, dead branches and fallen leaves were scattered on the ground, nothing unusual could be seen, He Xiuzhu walked around in the courtyard, always feeling apprehensive.He himself has no talent for practicing martial arts. A child who has practiced martial arts for several years can beat him black and blue. Without his father, he would even have problems protecting himself.

What's more, there is still a younger brother who is unable to get up in the bedroom. If there is any danger, he will risk his life to protect his younger brother.

He Xiuzhu went into the kitchen room and beat and hammered out a few wooden sticks and bamboo poles, reinforced the gate of the courtyard, and blocked all the holes dug out by the little beasts, reluctantly feeling relieved.

He washed his hands and went back to the bedroom. When he entered the door, he felt someone watching him. He rubbed his palms and rubbed his eyes. Lan Jingming turned his head and stared at him quietly.

He Xiuzhu held his breath, his internal organs twitched a few times, and he stumbled out a few words: "You, are you awake?"

Lan Jingming didn't answer, and when He Xiuzhu approached him carefully, Lan Jingming took a slow breath, with the tails of his eyes slightly raised: "Mother is handsome and tall... How did you give birth to a charcoal stick?"

He Xiuzhu beat his chest and stomped his feet, almost choking back his breath: "It's unreasonable, it's too deceitful! Red lips and white teeth...you are talking nonsense!"

"It's not charcoal strips," Lan Jingming said, "charcoal lumps, charcoal cakes, charcoal pots?"

He Xiuzhu was so angry that his eyes turned black and circled. When he was in the general's mansion, he was taught by this "concubine" every day. At that time, he thought that she was a fair lady, so naturally he couldn't fight back. Now he knows He's a handsome and heroic young talent...Even though he can get his shame out of him, he still can't resist.

Thinking of this, He Xiuzhu leaned on the couch with drooping head, and held the medicine bowl in his hand: "Tan sticks are good, everything can be done, as long as you can drink the medicine well, since you are awake... ·you!"

Before the words finished, Lan Jingming closed his eyes, his head drooped on the pillow, the room was full of snoring, and he was going to meet Duke Zhou.

He Xiuzhu blinked, shocked by this clumsy performance, and was speechless for a while.

Lan Jingming yawned and tucked the quilt inward: "Tan Tiao has become a lonely ghost, or is he still doing his job..."

"Isn't that right, I drank Mengpo soup and reincarnated, and I will do this again in the next life," He Xiuzhu picked up the medicine bowl and babbled earnestly, "I know this medicine is bad, and I couldn't drink it even by holding my nose Go on, but now your blood is stagnant and your life is at stake, you can't do without drinking..."

Lan Jingming suddenly opened his eyes, the corners of his lips were tightly pursed, and his brows twitched: "Life is at stake...Isn't this the underworld...I'm still alive?"

He Xiuzhu was startled, and almost spilled the medicine bowl: "Of course you are alive, Dad gave you an injection yesterday to wake you up, but your internal organs are all damaged, and extraordinary herbs can heal you."

Lan Jingming's eyes were dazed, staring at the wooden beam above his head, and he didn't know what day and night he was. He woke up from the Taihang Mountain and woke up in a daze. He demanded his life, and the ax, ax, knife and gun came at him, and he carried it to the end. At some point, he fell into the soft cloud, holding a strand of blond hair between his fingers, and the tail of the hair flowed from his fingers like flowing water.

This is the breath of my mother.

Lan Jingming was determined in his heart, and couldn't help rambling on a lot. In the past, many words were held in his heart, and he couldn't say anything to anyone who asked him, but beside his mother who was thinking about him, he was full of grievances, and he wanted to draw a small mouth on his finger. Weeping and howling, I handed it to my mother for coaxing.

But He Xiuzhu said that he didn't die, that is to say, everything that happened last night... was true?

Lan Jingming groped to grab the quilt, pulled it up to the top of his head, and wrapped himself up.

Terrible... all exposed.

It all stemmed from his being too selfish. He was supposed to fend for himself in the cave, but he wanted to see his father for the last time, disturbing their peaceful life.

He Xiu Zhuzhang Er was puzzled, and pulled away a corner of the quilt: "Wait, don't bury it in it, drink the medicinal soup first, it will be cold when it's late..."

"There's someone out there!"

Lan Jingming pulled down the quilt, and suddenly looked outside, He Xiuzhu was in a panic, the medicine bowl fell down with a bang, and fell to pieces on the ground.

Fortunately, the bamboo pole was still standing on the edge of the collapse. He Xiuzhu picked up the bamboo pole and jumped out. The courtyard was empty, only the sound of the wind whistled, and he couldn't even find the shadow of a bird. He was suspicious and dared not take it lightly. After walking around, I waited for a long time before returning to the bedroom, and cleaned up the broken porcelain all over the floor.

Lan Jingming was trapped in the quilt, most of his face was buried in the pillow, and he couldn't see his facial features clearly.

He Xiuzhu put away the broken pieces of porcelain, shook the cloth bag in his hand before going out, and quickly turned back half of his body: "Why is there a piece of porcelain missing?"

The people in the room didn't say a word, He Xiuzhu put down the cloth bag, walked back to the side in three steps and two steps, bent down to look at the person carefully: "There is an extra piece of dead grass in the two-liang medicine bag, I can tell it without weighing it." , this porcelain bowl is clearly missing a piece, where did you hide it?"

Lan Jingming's eyelashes trembled slightly, his forehead was retracted into the bedding, and the broken hair was spread on the pillow, shaking.

"It's useless to hide it," He Xiuzhu threatened the other party viciously, gesturing to hit you, "Although I can't bear to touch you, Daddy has a heart of stone. When your butt turns into a walnut, I will applaud next to you." .”

Perhaps the threat had an effect, the quilt shook slightly, and a fist protruded from underneath, He Xiuzhu pinched his throat forcefully, forcing the person to let go of his palm, revealing the blood-stained tiles.

The small piece of porcelain has sharp edges and corners, and the surrounding is uneven. It has been grasped by the blood of the palm. He Xiuzhu quickly took away the murder weapon and threw it into his arms. His chest heaved and heaved, and he wanted to roar with all kinds of anger ····If he has the ability of daddy, he will slap this slap.

"Better than a three-year-old child," He Xiuzhu scratched his head in a rough voice, took off his outer shirt and climbed onto the couch, lying beside Lan Jingming, "Daddy is not here, I will sleep with you tonight."

"No," Lan Jingming lifted the quilt, the hair on his forehead shook wildly, his eyes were full of disgust, "Go back to sleep by yourself."

"It's useless to dislike me. You can't beat me now. If I go back, you can hide something secretly. When Daddy comes back, he will peel off my oily skin and send me to the west heaven." There were not many bedding on the bed, and He Xiuzhu grabbed Over half of the quilt was placed on his belly, "I know that there are tigers in the mountains and I will go to the tiger mountain, I will not do such a stupid thing."

Lan Jingming stared at the person quietly, turned his head away for a while, and pursed his lips slightly: "These years...how have you been living?"

"If you tell me all the details, you and I don't need to sleep tonight," He Xiuzhu turned over and said lazily, "But seeing your sincere begging, I will reluctantly tell you as a brother."

He Xiuzhu took advantage of his mouth and started to talk. He urinates more than ordinary people since he was a child, and ordinary people get tired of saying it once. He can say it upside down over and over again, for fear that the listener will not understand. Because of this The pharmacy lined up from morning to night every day, and sometimes the clapper knocked a few times, and he was still spitting in the backyard, breaking open and crushing to explain the prescription.

Now that my younger brother asked, He Xiuzhu didn't hide anything. He said what he should say and what shouldn't be said. He didn't even forget his dream of raising a child for his father. , exposing the bruised flesh of his chest and abdomen, saying that Lan Jingming fell from the city wall and hit himself on the head, almost helping him to drive west, and he would go to bliss early.

"Then you hit me again," Lan Jingming said, "I'll just let you hit me back."

"What's the matter with smashing and smashing, who will make glutinous rice cakes for you," He Xiuzhu pouted, "You live well, and the family will be happy and happy in the future, even if you give it back to me."

Lan Jingming lowered his eyes, and gently closed his palms, cold sweat stings through him, and the stinging flesh hurts.

The candle was burning slowly, the snow was falling, and the light in the room was like beans, reflecting the pale face.

"Father...no to father," Lan Jingming said, "Daddy hates Lan Chi Aguda to the bone?"

"It's not only hated to the bone, but I can't wait to eat its flesh and blood," He Xiuzhu said, "Dad didn't tell me the details, but when Dad picked me up, he was covered in blood, his face was pale, and he couldn't sleep well at night. He didn't eat or drink all day long, hugging the pillow and chattering, sometimes he said he wanted revenge and sometimes he said he wanted to let go, it scared me so much that I couldn't drink water and rice, he was sober, and later he couldn't hear the word Beiyi , Hearing it, he would be furious, overturn the table, smash the porcelain bottle, lock himself in the house, and refuse to come out for a few days, and then I dare not mention it anymore, I don’t want to make daddy sad.”

The piles were like long thorns, churning endlessly in his chest, Lan Jingming clenched his fists, the fishy smell overflowed, and the blockage filled his throat.

If so...

Ah Jing was right.

As far as Lanchi Aguda was concerned, Lan Jingming was just a pawn, a hungry dog ​​on the side of the road, who would bark and come forward if given a bone, desperately working for the enemy.

He was kept in the dark and driven by others to be a bloodthirsty Shura on the battlefield, bearing countless lives, deceiving himself and others to comfort himself... what he got in exchange.

Intense resentment surged in, and the stench was stuffed in his nostrils. Lan Jingming twisted and lay on the side of the collapse, coughing hoarsely, choking on tears, and blood dripped all over the floor.

He Xiuzhu sat up in a hurry, pouring tea and water desperately, coaxing him non-stop, he knew that he had said something wrong, and he didn't know where he said it wrong, he was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, lying on the couch The sides circle around.

Exhausted, Lan Jingming fell back on the couch, raised his hand to cover his eyes, gasped for a few breaths, the blood in his chest diffused, and the thread was wrapped around the tip of his nose.

He Xiuzhu brought sugar water, and Lan Jingming, who didn't know where the hostility came from, took it and drank it, most of it choked out, and only a small half remained on the bottom of his tongue, overflowing with a sweet taste.

He Xiuzhu's mouth was so dry persuading others, he didn't dare to say a word, and squatted on the edge of the cave, his eyes were red, and he stared straight at the person.

Lan Jingming turned his head, and felt that this cheap brother was like a pitiful drowning puppy, wagging his tail wildly waiting for the master to comfort him. He grabbed He Xiuzhu's wrist and breathed out in a hoarse voice: "Come up."

"Go... where?"

The tail was raised high and swung a few times in the air.

"Didn't brother want to sleep with me?" Lan Jingming said, "Come up."

He Xiuzhu trembled twice, only felt that the word "brother" was extremely frightening, he thought it would be the best plan to trick 36, but the fingers on the wrist bones were heavy, making him unable to move.

"Come on," Lan Jingming said, "My tongue hurts so much, I don't want to talk."

"Oh, oh, oh, come up now when you know." He Xiuzhu climbed onto the couch with hands and feet, and lay down beside Lan Jingming, "Sleep, sleep, it's too late, you should rest more."

Lan Jingming hummed, and slowly closed his eyes, keeping his fingers on He Xiuzhu's wrist.

He Xiuzhu didn't sleep well that night, always sleeping and waking up, waking up and sleeping again, every time he opened his eyes, he would see Lan Jingming clutching something, sometimes it was his clothes, sometimes his hair, sometimes My own neck, sometimes my own fingers, this younger brother who is usually aloof and distant from others, is actually so clingy secretly, like a cub that has not fully grown its fur, always clinging to its companion to keep warm.

After two days of being like brothers and sisters, He Xiuzhu's hair was about to be bald, looking forward to the stars and the moon, hoping for his father's return, perhaps the heavens heard his call, and the courtyard creaked at night on the second day, He Zhong Hiding in the wind and snow, she stepped into the room, put the medicine basket on the ground, grabbed a fan and fanned herself: "Where are the glutinous rice cakes? Your father is hungry!"

"coming!"

He Xiuzhu crawled out of the door and went to the kitchen to make cakes. He Zhongyin changed into a new shirt, washed and came back with a medicine bowl in his hand, and stood beside Lan Jingming: "Are you still obedient these two days?"

Lan Jingming was buried under the quilt, showing two big round eyes, obediently nodded in agreement, he didn't know how to face his father for a while, the words he wanted to say were stuck under his tongue, and only breath remained when he spoke.

"Call me Daddy," He Zhongyin leaned down and sat down, stroked Lan Jingming's forehead, rubbing it slowly a few times, "I want to hear my child call me like that."

Lan Jingming tightened the quilt, the earlobes were completely dyed, the blush climbed up from the neck, and smudged on the forehead, the whole figure was like a piece of roasted meat, emitting a savory fragrance.

"Something is burnt here," He Xiuzhu swaggered in, sniffing the air with his nose, and squeezed between the two of them pretending to be surprised, "Why is there smoke above the head."

"Are the glutinous rice cakes ready?" He Zhongyin said, "How dare you act presumptuously here?"

"Okay, okay, let's do it now, let's do it," He Xiuzhu slicked the soles of his feet, "Don't dare to disobey the holy order!"

"And you, have you taken all the medicine you should drink?" He Zhongyin handed over the medicine bowl and put it on Lan Jingming's lips, "Drink it all, not a single drop is left."

Lan Jingming didn't want to take the medicine, he felt disgusted when he smelled the bitter taste, he just wanted to burn all the bitter thorn fruits in the world, if he was groggy on weekdays, he could manage it without opening his mouth, but at this moment he was conscious, The previous shame has not yet passed, this bowl of medicine is really like poisonous wine wrapped in honey, he has to drink it if he drinks it, and he has to drink it down if he doesn't drink it.

This medicine seems to be different from the ones he drank in the past. It tastes as sweet as fine nectar and jade dew, revealing a lustrous luster, moisturizing the dry throat. It is rare for Lan Jingming to drink it all. After putting down the bowl, he was stuffed into the quilt by his father. Shen Shen, falling into chaos.

The afterglow of the setting sun hides in the clouds, and the moonlight falls like water into the world and into the gully.

He Zhongyin lit a stick of sandalwood, green smoke curled up, and the clouds scattered in the forest.

After the stick of incense burned out, He Zhongyin stood up, closed the door and drew the curtain, and sat back beside Lan Jingming.

The sandalwood permeates the bedroom, and the dark night falls like a shower, filling the chest cavity with stickiness.

He Zhongyin stretched out his hand, brushed the corners of Lan Jingming's brows and eyes, lifted his forehead hair upwards, and stroked it slowly a few times.

There is no parent in this world who can watch their child suffer so much.

But he knew that no matter how hard he asked, the boy would never tell him where the heart-killing grass grew.

The baby's life is at stake, and it's too late to think of other ways.

You can only gamble once, and the bet boy opens the scroll of the Hunyuan map of the mountains and rivers, and the map appears by accident.

The herbs fed to the child have the effect of helping sleep, and Shen will recall a lot in his dreams. As long as the guidance is in place, and just one glance... the child's life will be saved.

He Zhongyin took a long breath, tried to calm his mind, first asked a few unnecessary questions, and got satisfactory answers, he bent down and pressed it against Lan Jingming's ear, speaking softly and softly. Speech breath: "Where does the heart-killing grass grow?"