Faraway Wanderers

Wen Kexing sucked up the poisonous blood on his arm neatly, dealt with it skillfully, unlocked Zhou Zishu's acupuncture points, then took out a small medicine bottle from his bosom, poured out two pills, one Stuffed it into his own mouth, held the other one in his hand, brought it to Zhou Zishu's mouth with a smile, and said in a lewd voice, "Come on, Xu, open your mouth."

Zhou Zishu looked at him with a sinking face, Wen Kexing was full of determination, and still smiled brightly, as if even if the other party's gaze turned into an awl, it would not be able to pierce his wall-like skin.He also glanced at Zhang Chengling meaningfully, and deliberately lowered his voice: "I've seen it, I've kissed it, why are you so shy?"

Zhou Zishu raised his hand to take the pill, and walked forward without looking back.

Only then did Wen Kexing wave to the stunned Zhang Chengling, and said in a good mood: "Your master finally stopped running away, why didn't you follow?"

At this time, it was getting dark, Zhang Chengling was lured all the way from the Dongting Heroes Conference by the poisonous scorpion, and he didn't know how far he ran. It was a place where there was no village and no shop behind, so it was very embarrassing. embarrassed.

Zhou Zishu went there for a while, and brought back a few big wild rabbits. Although he didn't say anything, he still typed out the rations of the other two people. Wen Kexing said to Zhang Chengling with a smile: "You know the world What is the second cutest kind of person in the world?"

Zhang Chengling looked up at him, and felt that although the master was injured first, this man was able to restrain him effortlessly. It can be seen that the kung fu is very high, and he is a little crazy, so he respected him even more and obeyed. Shaking his head silently.

Wen Kexing said: "A person with a hard mouth and a soft heart—do you know what the cutest person in the world is like?"

Zhou Zishu disemboweled several rabbits neatly. Hearing this, he glanced at Wen Kexing coldly, and said, "Stop talking nonsense, go and get some firewood."

Wen Kexing happily responded, turned around and was about to leave. Seeing that Zhang Chengling was still looking at him with a very strange and complicated look, he thought it was because the child was too curious and thirsty for knowledge, so he explained in a good manner: "A person with a slender waist and long legs, with a hard mouth and a soft heart."

Only Zhou Zishu answered calmly: "Little devil, don't listen to him boasting."

Zhang Chengling looked at Zhou Zishu hesitantly again, thinking that maybe he had misunderstood, but this person clearly said...

Zhou Zishu continued: "Stay away from him, he wants an old cow to eat young grass."

Wen Kexing stumbled over the dead branches and leaves, and turned around aggrieved: "Axu, you have wronged me too much."

Zhou Zishu pointed to the dead rabbits and said, "If you don't go to collect firewood, I'll tell you to disembowel them together with your brothers."

Wen Kexing was startled, immediately covered his stomach, and ran away vigilantly like a rabbit.

Zhou Zishu found a small stream to wash his hands, and wrapped his half-torn sleeves around his body uncomfortably. The touch of Wen Kexing's lips on his arm seemed to be still there. He just felt clearly that After the man sucked the poisonous blood, he even licked his wound, and immediately told him to have his scalp exploded—it was definitely on purpose.

Zhou Zishu angrily tore off the human skin mask from his face, and threw it into the water casually, thinking that he would live if he could make men so good that they are so hungry, so upright, and so everywhere. After so many years, I have really known such a strange flower like a dog's tail flower.

He turned his face away, and Zhang Chengling saw the familiar face again, and exclaimed in surprise: "Master!"——as if he just recognized it, and followed him around like a puppy Go, as if afraid of annoying him, carefully keep a certain distance.

Zhou Zishu caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye, and his heart softened, beckoning to him: "Come here."

Zhang Chengling leaned close to him and flatteringly called: "Master."

Zhou Zishu thought for a while, and said: "With your pace, I'm afraid you won't be able to go back today. You'll have to sleep in the open. I'll send you back to Zhao Daxia early tomorrow morning."

Zhang Chengling's eyes dimmed in an instant, he didn't say anything, just looked at the tip of his shoe dejectedly, and remained silent.Zhou Zishu has always been soft and not hard, and what he can't stand is his way of doing things, so he coughed dryly, frowned and said, "What are you doing here?"

Zhang Chengling still lowered his head, and said in a low voice: "Yes."

Then he didn't say anything again, just secretly glanced at Zhou Zishu with small eyes, and turned away quickly when he was discovered, his mouth was curled down, his eyes were blinking, and there was still a teardrop on his eyelashes.

Zhou Zishu leaned against a tree and sat down on his ass. He really didn't know what to do with this little thing, and he didn't know if Zhang Yusen Zhang Daxia didn't have a daughter in his life, so he raised this son as a girl when he was young. Just raise something like this.So pretending to be impatient, he frowned and said in a low voice, "Stand up straight and raise your head up!"

As soon as Zhang Chengling was excited, he stood up straight and raised his head. It doesn't matter if he raises his head like this, the teardrops in his eyes will fall down, making Zhou Zishu feel bad, so he subconsciously softens a little voice, said: "You wiped your face clean, are you still a man? What's the big deal, as for crying?"

Zhang Chengling wiped his face vigorously, but he didn't wipe it clean. Instead, he felt even more wronged, and wiped more and more tears. Finally, he couldn't help it anymore, sobbing intermittently, "Master... Master... I didn't either, I don't cry all the time, I, I...I just saw you, and I feel wronged when I see you...I, I...I..."

Zhou Zishu's head turned into two big ones. He didn't want to look at him again, and managed to maintain an indifferent expression, and looked away.

At this time, Wen Kexing came back with a pile of things to make a fire. He was startled when he saw the battle.

The sky has completely darkened, the light on the horizon is slowly disappearing, the west is a bleak gray, the evening star is hanging from the treetops, the night wind is picking up, and the coolness is slowly seeping out.

Wen Kexing didn't say anything, he chipped a few pieces of wood, lit a fire, put the rabbit that Zhou Zishu had handled on it, and roasted it patiently, humming a little song indistinctly, which sounded a bit Like Shibamo, it fits his usual style very well.Zhou Zishu sat on the side in silence, with one leg curled up and his arm resting on his knee, while Zhang Chengling desperately suppressed his sobs.

After a while, the smell of meat wafted out, Zhang Chengling's stomach groaned, and the young Zhang Xiaohua blushed, Wen Kexing glanced at him with a smile: "We have to wait, it's not cooked through yet. "

Zhang Chengling nodded obediently. Wen Kexing felt that he was even more obedient than a little rabbit, so he turned to Zhou Zishu and said, "Hey, I said, if he is willing to follow you, you can let him follow. If you don't want to see him, why don't you?" What are you doing to save him several times?"

Zhou Zishu stood up slowly, leaned over, and put his hands on the fire to roast. The acupuncture points on his chest felt slightly painful, which made him a little chilly.

Wen Kexing kicked him with the toe of his shoe: "Ask you."

Zhou Zishu still said slowly, "I am willing."

But Zhang Chengling spoke suddenly, his voice was hoarse and trembling, and he said in a low voice: "Master, don't take me with you, I'm troublesome, many people want to kill me, I... It caused Master to be injured..."

Wen Kexing comforted: "It's okay, he has rough skin and thick flesh—what are you staring at me for? Others are all skinny. You wrap yourself like a rice dumpling all day long. If one layer is not enough, you will get another layer of paste."

Seeing that Zhang Chengling was stunned for a while, Wen Kexing explained patiently: "Look at his arm, there are two colors below the wrist and above the wrist. Your master is hiding his head and showing his tail, and he still doesn't want to talk to me even now." Let's be honest."

Zhou Zishu didn't bother to pay attention to him, and tore off a piece of meat from the roasting rabbit leg by himself, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.

I wanted to tear it up again, but was avoided by Wen Kexing, who said in disgust, "Have you been reincarnated from starvation, the oil hasn't fully baked yet."

Zhou Zishu swallowed the rabbit meat unhurriedly, then looked at him and said, "Did you reincarnate, your body smells of fat and powder, and it's fine to wear a handkerchief with you, but your mouth is still so broken, how can you be so ugly?" What nonsense?"

Wen Kexing shut up.

After a while, the rabbit was roasted, the skin and flesh were golden, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, so Zhou Zishu called Zhang Chengling over, the two men and one child, no one was polite, they had been hungry for a whole day, and they gorged themselves relatively silently. , Not long after, those fat hares turned into a pile of clean bones.

After eating and drinking enough, the three of them roasted by the fire for a while, Zhou Zishu leaned on the side and closed his eyes to rest, Wen Kexing then said to Zhang Chengling: "Why are you not good at kung fu? Your father didn't teach it. Have you ever been?"

Zhang Chengling said in a low voice: "I have taught it, but my qualifications are dull and I don't want to work hard, so most of them don't remember."

Wen Kexing thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "When my father taught me kung fu when I was young, I didn't want to work hard either. I'm similar to you, but my aptitude is not too dull..."

While Zhou Zishu didn't open his eyes, he couldn't help but sneered when he heard the words.

Wen Kexing ignored him, only looked Zhang Chengling up and down, and asked casually, "Would you like to learn Kung Fu?"

Zhang Chengling suddenly raised his head and looked at him with burning eyes.

That gaze was so intense that Wen Kexing was taken aback. He seemed to have never seen such persistent, frank, and desperate longing eyes for a long time. He couldn't help but said: "You...you little thing, Why do you look like a hungry wolf when you hear this?"

Zhang Chengling suddenly knelt down: "Senior! I beg you to guide me, let me do whatever!"

Wen Kexing rubbed his nose, coughed dryly, and said, "Look at what you said, I'm not interested in you who are so tender...cough!"

The firelight reflected the young man's face red, and his slightly childish face was covered with an indescribable resolute color, but it also carried a childish fragility and pleading.

Wen Kexing was stared at by him for a moment, but his reaction was very consistent with Zhou Zishu's, and he looked away uncomfortably.After hesitating for a while, he sighed, stood up, patted the soil on his body, picked up a one-foot-long wooden stick, and said, "Okay, I will teach you a few tricks, look carefully, No second time."

After all, Zhang Chengling did not want to blink his eyes, and he really just demonstrated each move slowly, one by one, and saw the end from the beginning to the end, so he also got up and practiced by himself.This is indeed not a smart boy. Although Wen Kexing taught him what he said, he still couldn't help correcting him while explaining to him in detail. Zhang Chengling looked at him with bright eyes, and his voice trembled with excitement. "Thank you senior, thank you senior!"

Wen Kexing had obviously never received such warm gratitude from others, so he showed a rare bit of restraint.

After almost the middle of the night like this, Zhang Chengling still didn't feel tired at all, and stood by the side gesticulating.Wen Kexing sat on the side silently, without a smile on his face, as if he was thinking about something.

Suddenly, Zhou Zishu, who seemed to have fallen asleep early, asked softly, "Your surname is Wen... who was the 'holy hand' Wen Ruyu back then?"

Wen Kexing's whole body seemed to be shaken, and after a long while, he said in a low voice: "Father."

Zhou Zishu opened his eyes, stared at his profile for a while, and then spoke again, with a more solemn tone: "I've heard for a long time that Wen Ruyu Wen's senior is a holy hand and benevolent. During the rivers and lakes, he saved countless people, and later retired together, and no one knew his whereabouts, so it is your father, disrespectful."