Dressed as an actor in the Qing Dynasty

The weather was cold, and although the military camp was set up on the mountain ridges surrounded by three mountains, it was still bitingly cold. There was a piece of land behind the military camp dedicated to making gunpowder, so when the wind came, there was some gunpowder smell in the air.

After the whole army drill was over that day, taking advantage of the lunch break, all the people gathered together in twos and threes with their clothes together, talking nonsense, from the barracks to the women, and from the women to the barracks, the topics were nothing more than these two.In fact, life in the military camp is so boring and boring.

The men in the army never stopped talking, and their words were full of vulgar and indecent things, some of which were really unbearable.Su Qingchi is not interested in the topics of the people, and he never speaks easily when he is with them. He always smiles and describes himself as quiet, making everyone mistakenly think that he is listening to them. It was unavoidable to be eye-catching. When those people saw him smiling, they seemed to be encouraged, and their conversation became more and more unscrupulous.

Su Qingchi brushed off his clothes, got up and went into the tent to get the bow and arrow. Everyone stopped behind and watched him disappear into the tents.

"Is he angry? Why did he leave?"

"Did I see, didn't you see him smiling?"

"You guys are shameless and shameless, chasing him and asking him if he has tasted a woman, thinking that everyone is like you, like an old scalper digging into a woman's leg?"

Everyone laughed and booed blindly, and soon forgot about it, and the topic went elsewhere.

"Second Devil, I heard that three people escaped from your camp?"

"What three, four." Asked the second ghost to look around, huddled together in the crowd, and said mysteriously, "It is said that he ran away, but in fact, we all know in the camp. I guess he died somewhere."

"How to say?" Everyone also held their breath.

"Those four, I don't know when they entered our camp. They all made faces, saying that there were not enough soldiers, and they recruited soldiers temporarily, and they are talking about their mothers." The second devil moved his buttocks, "Xiao Laizi said he had seen These few people sneaked into the general camp of Qianqian, and that one died. Nine and a half of the ten sentences of Xiao Laizi were Zou. I don’t know if it’s true or not. Hey, it doesn’t matter how many people die anyway. Let’s just talk about Mr. Qian, when he looks at people, his eyeballs look like ghosts, and the hair on the back of the neck is cold when he looks at someone, and he is ruthless in his usual methods, so we will be clean after death, right?”

"Hey, when you say that, I think of something."

"What's the matter, tell me quickly." Everyone urged.

"There is a man in my camp who came from Beijing and said that these people look familiar."

"Hey, don't be a bandit in Beijing or something like that." Someone interjected.

"It's more or less the same. His family lives in the mutton alley. His old man has not been feeling well these few days, so he thought about going to Wanming Temple to burn incense." The man paused.

Everyone listened intently, and when they saw him stop, they couldn't help but Cui Duo stared at him. The man looked at him, quite proud of himself, and continued, "This kid is also unlucky, halfway there When I was in a hurry to urinate, I wanted to find a place to urinate, so I spotted a dilapidated ancestral hall. Without saying a word, I slipped in and untied my trouser belt, and sprinkled a big bubble. Shake it off, and the trouser waist was not tied yet. Guess what?"

"There was movement at the back of the ancestral hall. It wasn't too small. When he saw it was coming from the broken thatched cottage behind him, he didn't think much about it. He pulled up his trousers and leaned over to take a look. The sight almost made him pee on the spot. Trousers. Tsk, it’s too miserable, I’m in a panic when I hear it. Just over there, there is a person lying on the grass, covered in blood.”

"Are you dead?"

"It's okay to die, I'm afraid I'm afraid of being dragged into death, if you can't live, you can't die, that can drive a lot of living people crazy." The man sighed for a long time, and shook his head. , "I have never seen such a cruel person."

"It's such a long piece of cloth." The man made a gesture, "Wrapped it around the man's neck, strangled it backwards, and stabbed it into the man's body while strangling it, black in, red out." The four people were still yelling Not happy, want to play in a different way, the laughter bursts, bursts..."

"Then, that person..."

"The blood flowed from the mouth straight out, but there was no sound."

"……died?"

The man didn't speak, and he said after a long time, "The brother in my camp finally said a word to me, he regretted not rushing over with a knife to give that man a good time."

A gust of wind blew by, and a group of burly and powerful men shivered, and the topic ended here.

To the south of the camp is a small martial field, covering an area of ​​two acres. It is surrounded by wooden fences. A green camp flag is planted in each of the four directions of the martial field. There is a grass target, and the grass bull's eye is painted with red paint.

With a bang, the sharp arrow pierced through the emptiness and shot straight into the bull's-eye, making a muffled bang.

The bowstring buzzed and vibrated, Su Qingchi let out a breath, looked away from the archery target, put down the bow and arrow, and walked over to pull out the few arrows on the archery target.

The martial field is located on a high ground, right at the outlet of the wind, and the bitter wind rushes in from all around, rolling up the sky, carrying dust and sand, and roaring away.Su Qingchi shot dozens of arrows in a row, and shot all the arrows in the bag. The arrow target fifty steps away was densely filled with arrows, and a few of them pierced into the withered grass around the grass target. Su Qingchi Walked over and pulled them out one by one.

"After practicing for so long, aren't you tired?"

When Su Qingchi turned his head, Shang Chengen led the horse and walked towards him for an unknown amount of time.

Su Qingchi put the arrows back into the bag one by one, turned around and said with a smile, "When will you come?"

"When I first came here, I just saw you practicing archery here, so I came over to have a look." Shang Chengen led his horse and approached. Earlier, he came out of the general tent, glanced at the crowd, and saw Su Qingchi in the past. There was no one in the resting place, so he must have gone to the martial arts field to practice arrows, Shang Chengen smiled, "It's still early, let's go for a walk?"

Su Qingchi thought for a while, then nodded, "Alright."

This season, the scenery is not as pleasant as when the spring begins in March and April. The surrounding mountains are bare and only the outlines are left. The vastness is yellow, like a few drops of tea-colored ink on old silver rice paper, and the pieces are spread out, deep ochre, light Camel.The first snow in early winter has not yet fallen, otherwise it would have brought some vitality to this depressed scene.

The two walked along the mountain road and were not affected by the surrounding decay.

Su Qingchi was playing with a piece of dead grass Wuxin in his hands, his eyes were deserted.

Shang Chengen's face remained unmoved, and he fell into deep thought, clenched the rein again and again, then loosened it, and then clenched it again, feeling layer after layer in his heart, and finally stopped.

Su Qingchi took two steps, and realized that there was no one around him, and turned around, that person was looking at him.

The endless mountains, the distant breeze, the man's deep eyes reflected himself alone, Su Qingchi's heart moved, and he avoided his sight.

Before he could turn around, the man had already grabbed his arm, exerted a little force, and let him slam into the opponent's arms.

Su Qingchi's expression moved slightly, and before he moved, the man knew that his next move would be ordinary, and held him tightly in his arms.

Since the two got close that day, there has been no more intimacy, as if everything that day was just a whim that disturbed the tranquility of the lake. ripple.

Su Qingchi didn't know what happened to Shang Chengen today. When he was in the martial arts field, he could see that he had something on his mind, but he didn't say anything, so he didn't ask much.

Between the vast world, it seems that there are only two of them.Shang Chengen never opened his mouth, but Su Qingchi understood that there were many words buried in his heart.

The other party's steady and regular heartbeat is transmitted to his body through the chest cavity. It is strong and powerful, like a tiger skin drum beating in the ancient mountains. The sound of the drum is low, but it can vibrate the mountains. protect you."

Su Qingchi didn't speak, his eyes looked at the distant mountains, as calm as water, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised for a long time, "Sure enough...he's a real brother."

[Pool pouring. ]

[what? ]

[In this life, I will protect you. ] That person's voice, appearance and appearance vaguely came to mind.

Su Qingchi looked into the distance, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "You know, every April in Xiaoman, I always like to pickle green plums, pick the pits, and seal them in white-glazed pastel porcelain jars. It's like this every year. Habit. There are many kinds of plums, but I have always used that jar to pickle greengages. Even if the greengages have passed the season and the taste has changed, I will pour out the greengages inside, but I will not use that jar to pickle other plums, because I used too much time to pickle green plums before, and the taste of green plums has already melted into that jar."

"...why not try something else, maybe it tastes better."

"What if I said that when I poured out the green plums, I'd already smashed the jar?" Su Qingchi's voice was a little ethereal, "Since the jar already has the taste of green plums, it can't tolerate any more plums. What's the use of it? No Wouldn't it be clean if you buried it with the green plum?"

Shang Chengen looked at the man's clear eyes for a thousand years, "...I understand."

After that day, Shang Chengen disappeared, and no one knew where he went.

Su Qingchi still practiced with everyone every day. After the practice, he carried his quiver and went to the martial arts field outside the camp to practice arrows. He was very tired, so he sat down against the old tree and looked in a certain direction habitually. There was only a piece of wind and sand in the air, silently closed his eyes, stared blankly for a while, got up and went back to the tent with a bow and arrow.

That night, Su Qingchi had a dream. In the dark woods, the lights and shadows were ambiguous, and there was a dead silence all around, only the criss-crossing branches and the rustling wind. He stood alone in the middle of the woods, no one could be found, and he walked slowly. , Turning around, he saw a thick fog rising from the depths of the dense forest, hiding everything around him, and a fear arose in his heart. He wanted to run, but his feet seemed to be nailed in place, unable to move, and the strange fog became thicker and thicker , oppressing his internal organs.He shouted, but found that he couldn't make a sound at all.

There was a burst of wanton laughter in his ears, as if coming from hell, gloomy, like a snake letter, piercing through his clothes, licking his body wantonly, sharp teeth, wet and greasy mucus.

After the thick fog, an ugly and ferocious face suddenly appeared, and the man made a rough, beast-like voice from his throat, [Do you remember me? ]

There was a sinister smile on the man's face as stiff as a corpse, and he raised a hand, pointing at his shoulder, a piece of flesh was missing from that shoulder, and he could vaguely see the white bones inside, as well as the creeping meridians, blood and flesh flying , [You bite me so painfully. ]

The man said, staring at him like a corpse, pinching his neck, sniffing his body inch by inch, [I'm going to tear your body apart bit by bit... ho ho ho... just like before. ]

[don't want……]

Another person appeared in the cave, smiling sinisterly, [Please? ]

[……Please. ]

[No, you are not obedient enough...don't worry...we have a night...you can take your time. ]

[don't want! ! ! ]

"Don't...don't!" Su Qingchi woke up suddenly, drenched in cold sweat, and turned his head blankly. Shang Chengen was sitting by the bed, holding his hand tightly, and the man stretched out his hand to hug him In his arms, warm palms caressed his back over and over again, "Qingchi, don't be afraid, I will be here, and I will not let anyone who tries to hurt you get close. If they come, I will kill one, and if they come, I will kill a pair." .”

"I killed someone, I killed him, I took a knife and slashed desperately, he was still moving, he was still looking at me, I kept slashing and slashing..."

"Qingchi, you did a great job, he deserves to die." Shang Chengen hugged him tightly.

Su Qingchi suddenly became agitated, pushed Shang Chengen away and was about to get out of bed, "There is one more, there is another one." He touched the dagger.

Shang Chengen hugged him, "He is dead and will not come again."

"Dead...?" Su Qingchi looked at him blankly.

"Well, he is dead. He will never come back again. Someone is looking for him to seek revenge."

He really sneaked into General Qian's camp that night, and was about to strike when the man suddenly sat up. He thought that the man had seen him through and was about to kill him with one blow, but he found that the man was not awake at all, his eyes were empty and lifeless, as if Being seduced by someone, the man was led step by step out of the military camp and into the dense grove.He followed behind and watched the man walk to the middle of the forest, where someone dug a deep pit, the man walked all the way, and walked straight into the pit, there was no movement for a long time, Shang Chengen held his breath and went to have a look, The man was lying in the pit with a calm face, and when he stepped forward to breathe out, the man died of breath.On the flat ground, he indeed saw a figure swaying in the woods, like a ghost.

Whether it's human or sneaky, Shang Chengen only regrets that he didn't take that person's life with his own hands.

Su Qingchi moved uneasily in his arms, Shang Chengen opened his fingers, took the dagger off and threw it aside, kissed the man's cheeks over and over again, feeling the moistness of the man's eyes, he tasted it on the tip of his tongue, slightly bitter Has been diffuse into the bottom of my heart.

The delicate kiss slowly slid along the man's forehead to the tip of the nose, gently pecking the kiss, feeling the man's trembling arms around his shoulders, even though Shang Chengen knew that the man was not conscious at this time, he couldn't help but hugged the man tightly.

The gentle and shallow pecking gradually got wet, the breath of the two of them became rough, the man's throat rolled, and the tip of his nose overflowed with a soft and long trill, which touched his heartstrings and made him unable to stop.

The lips were wet and hot, and the two of them fell on the bed. Shang Chengen sucked Su Qingchi's lips to and fro, and pulled the other hand to caress his back.