Suo Jinling

The sound of the waves rolled like clouds, the flying feathers came whistling, the wind in the jungle was loud, the snow fell silently and piled up on the branches of the trees, causing the ridges of the trees to bend downwards and the branches to hang down.

Fei Nu hovered in mid-air, fluttered its wings and fell downwards, gripping Chen Jing's forearm tightly, rubbing against his cheek a few times, turning his head and combing his feathers backwards.

A thin piece of cloth is tied to its foot, the ink is scattered and blurred, and it can only be seen faintly that it is a last letter. The fairy official wrote in the letter with a few strokes, and the short hook at the end of the flying sentence is quite strange. Going home with the wind, I have no regrets in this life.

Chen Jing squeezed the cloth tightly, his shoulders slumped, he couldn't stand upright, leaned back against the tree, and looked up at the sky.

The fine snow fell on the eyelashes and slowly melted, and the eyebrows were wet with frost and melted into water in front of their eyes.

There was snow and fog in front of me, and the fallen leaves were blown up by the wind, rushing past in front of my eyes, a figure came at the end of the road, with long golden hair fluttering in the air, and the jingle of the bell came leisurely with the wind and snow.

The clouds spread out, and a ray of sunlight fell down, reflecting the clear blue eyes, dripping and shattering in the wind.

Holding a long umbrella in his hand, Lan Jingming walked slowly in front of Chen Jing. The two of them were separated by only one person, staring into each other's eyes, and neither of them avoided first.

"Daddy told me already," Lan Jingming said, "Save me or save the fairy officials."

This remark was like a thunderbolt, Chen Jing tensed his flesh, pursed the corners of his lips in horror, several veins burst out at the back of his neck, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Lan Jingming stood quietly, his clothes fluttering in the wind, his eyes remained motionless, staring at Chen Jing's eyes.

"Daddy asked me if I would blame you, if I would hate you," Lan Jingming said, "would I want to punch you to vent my anger."

"As long as... as long as you want," Chen Jing's voice was dry and hoarse, "You can punch as many times as you like."

"I told Dad, I don't blame you and I don't hate you. If I had to face the same choice, I would be in the same confusion," Lan Jingming said, "I am born with great ambitions, I hope... ... A Jing is still that heroic young general, instead of falling into a nightmare and becoming a ... a cripple who is overwhelmed by guilt and exhausted his energy and spirit."

As Lan Jingming spoke word by word, he became more and more in tune with his body. The sense of powerlessness that was uncontrollable gradually disappeared and was replaced by endless energy. Circling back and forth, pouring into the limbs and bones, and then returning to the center of the eyebrows.

He is not only a person made of flesh and blood, he is also tightly wrapped by meridians, forming a chrysalis. This heat is endless, coming like a torrent of river water, and the feeling of cold limbs that used to be gone is gone, even in such a In the world of ice and snow, the enthusiasm did not disappear.

Lan Jingming lowered his eyes and stared at his splayed fingers, feeling that he didn't lack anything, and he didn't need to ask for anything.

That surging longing, that kind of yearning that always gets what you want, fades away, making him sink down, not as impatient as before.There is nothing in this world that he insists on, nothing that he can concentrate on snatching, he has nothing to worry about, there is nothing that he must seek outside, and there is no need to open the door of his heart to let outsiders squeeze in. Fill the vacancy in the viscera.

A layer of copper skin and iron bones grew on his body, smooth but not fragile, which made him more flexible and freer than before.

Chen Jing stared blankly, unable to move his gaze away.

There is a hidden light on Lan Jingming's body, which reflects him into a smooth and beautiful glass, and many characteristics are integrated to give off a different kind of brilliance.

"I won't be a fairy official," Lan Jingming said, "Everyone has his own aspirations, and everyone has his own destiny. The abyss of heavenly power is beyond human power."

"Do whatever you want, I just hope you can be happy," Chen Jing said, "Jingming...I want to see you smile more."

Lan Jingming was stunned where he was, unable to recover for a while.

He raised his finger, moved the corners of his lips upwards, and smiled.

Chen Jing stepped forward, pinched Lan Jingming's chin with his big hand, moved left and right twice, and squeezed that smile more and more naturally.

This sentence... He waited for ten years, and finally had the opportunity to say it.

From the beginning, Jing Ming was a child who couldn't laugh. When he brought people to the general's mansion, the other maidservants smiled when they saw everyone, but Jing Ming looked indifferent. He was clearly wearing a woman's coat, and he still didn't fit in with the others. , was not exposed on the spot because of her delicate eyebrows and eyes.

After so many years, Chen Jing couldn't bear it anymore, pinched Lan Jingming's cheeks which were slightly fatter than before, and rubbed them round and flat in the palm of his hand, making countless smiles.

"Jingming, I'm leaving," Chen Jing said, "The deputy general couldn't hold on in front, and those who were beaten by the Beiyi were retreating steadily, and the head of Lanchi Aguda..."

"Let me take it."

"Let me take it."

The two spoke in unison, looked at each other's expressions, and burst out laughing. At first, they just curled their lips gently, but then it became more intense, and the laughter became more and more intense. between people.

Things on the battlefield are changing rapidly, since the mind has been made up, there is no reason to hesitate after thinking about it. After the two returned to the hospital, they talked about it with the father and son. He Zhongyin was silent, his eyelashes drooped, Bamboo Qi jumped up three feet from the spot, brandished a long spoon to hit people, and asked them why they insisted on rushing to the battlefield to fight to the death despite having such a good day.

"It's time to end it," Lan Jingming lightly pinched He Xiuzhu's shoulders, trying to comfort him, "This relationship started with my father, and it has intensified with me. It is almost inseparable. This kind of reincarnation cannot continue. Cut it off." It's the best option."

He Xiuzhu heard it clearly, but he didn't want to agree with them. Over the years, he has healed diseases and saved lives. He has bandaged many wounds and buried many bodies. He doesn't want any new wounds to appear in his close family members... body.

But he has almost no right to speak at home, and he forgets what he says on weekdays. What's more, he didn't go to the kitchen for two full days to express his anger, listening to the murmuring in the courtyard. Growling, he refused to soften his heart and step out the door.

Two days later, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he still had to obediently go back to make a fire and cook food. During the day, he was busy taking care of the whole family. The knot looks very simple, and it only takes a few steps to make it, but he really has no talent, and it is extremely difficult to move his hands. The fine needles pierce his fingers full of blood holes, and the potholes are unsightly. After a few days and nights, it was considered to be almost inseparable. Before showing it to the two people, he first showed it to his father. He wanted to get some compliments, but his father was shy and took out two pieces of paper from under the pillow. One, stacked with his, is really taller than the other, and uglier than the other.

He Xiuzhu died down, and wanted to take it apart and redo it when he went back, but it became more and more messy, not as good as the original ones.

The corners of Chen Jing's lips twitched when he received the Ping An knot. He always felt that the messy pile of red threads had limited effect, but Lan Jingming couldn't put it down. He clung to eating and sleeping while walking, and pressed the Ping An knot into a few pancakes before leaving. When the wind blows, it swings back and forth, and the long feathers flutter with the wind.