Small wood

Amu got off the horse, looking at Qian Sheng a little surprised.

Qian Sheng seemed to be waiting for Amu, half standing and half leaning lazily, holding half a meat bun in his hand and shaking it in front of his eyes: "I kept it specially for you, I couldn't help it, I gnawed half of it, you still don't want to eat it." Eat or not."

Amu still stared at him: "Why did you come?"

Qian Sheng pinched the white and tender skin of the steamed stuffed bun, tore open a small mouth and sniffed the white smoke that came out, the oily juice dripped inside, it looked so delicious, he rolled his eyes at Amu, shook He nodded regretfully and said, "I thought you were smart."

Amu was a little confused by what he said, and whether he was smart or not had nothing to do with the question he asked.

He snatched the half-sized bun from Qian Sheng's hand, and put it under Yun Duo's mouth.Yun Duo looked at him with dark eyes, turned his ears, and ate it all with his tongue.

Qian Sheng was still holding the bun, looked at Yun Duo and shook his head with a smile, then put his hand on Amu's shoulder to touch the little bun on his head: "Let's go."

The young boy next to him cleverly came up and led Yun Duo down to feed the grass.

Amu tilted his head to prevent him from touching him, and pushed him again.He looked at Qian Sheng's body, which was still red and black, like a monk's red cassock.He squeezed it with his hands: "How long has it been since you washed your clothes, why are they so dark?"

Qian Sheng approached, his eyes were bent like the moon, and he smiled: "I don't remember, does it stink?"

Amu shook his head, he didn't smell the smell, only the smell of clean hair and skin, cool and cool, I don't know what it looks like, but it's not annoying.

Qian Sheng smiled, and moved closer, hanging almost his whole body on him, pinching his face, and touching his hair, as if he saw something strange.

Amu was annoyed, and frowned and pushed his hand: "What are you doing like petting a dog? Where is the young master, is he in there?"

Qian Sheng shook his head: "When you are with your son, you are as obedient as a sheep, but when you are with me, you are like a cat with its fur fried. You should really let him see it."

Amu didn't speak, just stared at his hand, not letting him touch it.

Qian Sheng stopped teasing him and stood up straight. He looked at Amu and asked, "Do you remember the story I told you?"

Amu nodded, the story had such an impact on him that he couldn't help but remember it.

Qian Sheng smiled, there was a faint light in his eyes, his gaze lowered from his thick eyelashes, and he asked in a deep voice, "Then can you guess who I am?"

Amu stared at him blankly, not understanding the meaning of his words, he frowned, and replied: "Qian Sheng, otherwise who is it?"

Qian Sheng just laughed and didn't speak. He stood at the top of the stairs, the light there seemed to have been cut in two sections. Amu could only see the dark and dim light shining on the dirty cassock, but he couldn't see Qian Sheng clearly. s face.

"If you're not Qian Sheng, then who are you?"

Qian Sheng walked up the stairs and hugged Amu over, and whispered in his ear: "Ask your son." His voice was lowered, and there was a unique layer of grit in his voice, as if he had been blown by the wind and broke again. The sand dunes are round and deep, and they sound amazing.Amu's face turned red from the rare voice, and he hurriedly pushed him away, just in time to see Gu Lin coming down the stairs.

He was still dressed in coarse white clothes, standing quietly with one hand on the edge of the stairs.

He didn't say a word, but Amu felt that he seemed to be unhappy, and his eyes seemed to fall on Qian Sheng's hands, coldly.

Amu looked at Qian Sheng uncertainly, but saw that this person was looking at him with a smile that was not a smile. The two of them were so close that the dark reflections in their pupils could be seen.

He hurriedly took a small step to the side, and when he looked up at Gu Lin again, the strange feeling disappeared, and he said, "My lord, I see."

Gu Lin didn't speak.

"Do you know?" Amu asked cautiously, "Do you know that I know?"

Gu Lin nodded and said softly, "I know you know."

Qian Sheng suddenly laughed, bent over to support Amu's shoulder, shook his head and pretended to be puzzled: "I don't know anymore."

Amu blushed a little, didn't care about Qian Sheng, just looked at Gu Lin, and gave a low acknowledgment.

Gu Lin suddenly said again: "Qian Sheng is the master."

Amu was stunned, and Qian Sheng was also stunned. He flicked the unusually wide cuffs of his cassock, shook his head and clicked his tongue twice: "This is not interesting, I still want this stupid guy to guess for two days."

Amu was still in a daze, looking at him in disbelief.

If Mr. Gu is the emperor, isn't the emperor's teacher the national teacher?

Amu looked at Qian Sheng up and down again, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't think that this person would be a national teacher.

Qian Sheng looked at Amu's gaze, knowing that he didn't believe it, but he didn't care, and grabbed the pot of wine from the boy who was walking by, and drank it on his own, with a smile on his mouth, relaxed Soon, when he raised his hand, the cuff slipped off, and the skin on his wrist was as white as a milkstone.He said to Amu again: "Since you can guess the identity of the person in the story, why do you still follow me? You should know that this trip is difficult."

Amu knew that he would encounter such a problem, so he didn't find it difficult to answer. He pulled out the knife that his father gave him on his birthday from his waist, and lit it in front of Qian Sheng: "My father taught me to use a knife. I can use it." Protecting the young master." He said, waving in a dignified manner: "The young master saved my life, and A Niang said that the young master has done a great favor to my family, and I will follow whatever I say."

Qian Sheng just looked at his knife, his eyes were smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes. The corners of his lips were curved, and he asked with a joking smile: "Yes, take it with you. When you don't have enough money, you can go to the pawn shop to change it." silver."

Amu snorted, he knew where the pawn shop was, so he wouldn't pawn the knife. Without money, he could still go hunting, and the skins he cut could be exchanged for money.

Gu Lin had been watching them talking, and suddenly stretched out his hand, and said to Amu, "Come."

Amu looked at the hand in front of him, and his own hand holding the knife curled up involuntarily, his heart pounding.Gu Lin's hands were already completely healed, with only a few faint scars, and the nails had also grown back. The color was white and plump, and it was unbelievably beautiful.He hurriedly put his hand away, squeezed it tightly, and followed Gu Lin upstairs.

Pushing open the door, there was another person sitting in the room, who just saluted when he saw Gu Lin.

It was a big man with a curved scabbard that he had seen in Zheng's mansion.Even the commoner clothes he wore couldn't hide his righteousness, making people afraid to approach him.

Amu was still a little afraid of such a big man, staring at the hard lump on the big man's arm that was as big as his head, and swallowed his saliva.

"Young master, don't be afraid of me. I'm not that bandit, so I won't catch you." The big man thought it was funny when he saw Amu's face, he raised his head and laughed loudly, loudly and boldly. up.

Amu let go of him when he said this, and was thinking about what to call him, the big man said: "My surname is Zhou, and my name is Xingping. Just call me Uncle Zhou."

Amu agreed, and obediently shouted: "Hello, Uncle Zhou."

Maybe it was because of Amu's restraint, Zhou Xingping and Gu Lin talked and left the room.

There were only two people left, so Amu let go, and spontaneously walked to the table.Sure enough, there was something Gu Lin left for him to eat on it, a chicken drumstick as usual, a few side dishes, and a big bowl of white rice.

Amu was busy holding the chopsticks, and just about to poke them down, he asked Gu Lin: "Young master, have you eaten?"

Gu Lin was lighting the remaining candles on the table, and nodded after hearing Amu's words, indicating that he had eaten.

Amu was relieved, and ate voraciously. After a long journey, he was really hungry.Eating sweet rice and gnawing on the still warm chicken legs, Amu's heart suddenly felt sore and soft. After only being separated for a day, Amu's heart felt uneasy like a kitten scratching. When he saw Gu Shi again, he was very happy up.How should I put it, it is like dozens of chicken legs given by others, but it is not as good as the one chicken leg prepared by Gu Lin.

After thinking about it, Amu found it funny, and giggled, but his mouth was full of food, so he didn't make a sound.He looked up at Gu Lin again.

The candle was already lit, maybe the inn wasn't very rich, the short length of the candle was thin and muddy, Gu Lin was good at protecting the candle seedling, waiting for it to burn.

It was already dark outside the house, the moon was hanging round and round in the sky, and the silvery white was covered with gray clouds, which made the house darken all of a sudden.The candlelight Gu Linhu was holding became the only bright enough light source in the room. His coarse white clothes were smoked into a light orange, and the strong color faded away from the place close to the candlelight. Has a blurry shimmer too.He bent down slightly, and put the lit candle on the table. The candle sapling burned up, lighting up most of the room, and also illuminating Amu's dumbfounded look.

There are also messy hair, cheeks stuffed with food, and watery eyes dyed by the halo.

Gu Lin watched, then reached out and patted his head.

Amu suddenly lowered his gaze, fortunately the candle was orange red, otherwise, Gu Lin would have seen the gradually diverging flush on his face, like two peach petals.

He chewed a couple of small bites, listening to the rustle of the food in his mouth like a squirrel gnawing.

"Eat slowly." Seeing that he covered his mouth, Gu Lin handed him a glass of water in case he would choke.

Amu gulped down, wiped his mouth, and asked him, "Master, where are we going?"

Gu Lin looked at the big and flickering candle, and said, "Northern Kingdom."

Amu blinked, he guessed that Gu Lin would go to a far away place, but he didn't expect that the place was not even in the country.

"Is it very far?" Amu asked.

Gu Lin nodded, he looked at Amu's dazed look, and asked softly, "Are you afraid?"

Amu shook his head, although he didn't know what would happen in the future, but he felt that he was full of courage, that kind of youthful temperament filled his whole body, and he was unwavering.He said to Gu Lin, "As long as I'm with the young master, I'm not afraid of anything."

His eyes were sparkling, full of star-like arcs, even more dazzling than candle flames.

Gu Lin didn't speak, just raised his hand, gently raised his hand to touch his face.