[Red Mansion] Sir, I'm a rough man

Jia Wan stretched out his hand to protect the mouth of the jar, blocking the ash falling from the vibration of the wooden board above his head, and he walked back after his eyes got used to the darkness again.

Putting the earthen pot away, he picked up the six steamed buns scattered on the ground and put them into the bowl, asking, "Do you want to eat some more?"

People say that a half-sized man eats a poor old man, but this steamed bun is not as big as his fist, so he is fine with it, and that young man will definitely not be able to eat enough.

The young man shook his head.

Jia Wan stopped talking and started practicing boxing again.

He sleeps all day. Although he doesn't feel stiff and sore because of his young age, he still needs to do necessary activities.

"What do you practice?"

The boy's voice was as hoarse as sandpaper.

"Tai Chi," Jia Wan said, "If you like it, I can teach you."

Taijiquan is not a secret that is not passed on in later generations. If you go to any park, you can see a few old men and women who can play. When you come here, you don't have to worry about it.

The boy said in a hoarse voice, "Can such a soft fist kill someone?"

"...Tai Chi pays more attention to physical fitness, and is also good at attacking." As for killing... Anyway, he has never killed anyone in his two lifetimes.

The boy sneered.

Jia Wan ignored him and focused on practicing boxing. After two rounds of punching, he heard the boy say "Hello" again.

Then he turned his head and looked over: "Huh?"

The young man said: "What's the use of practicing martial arts that can't kill people? But I'm free now, and I'm free. If you must teach me, then I'll learn it as hard as I can."

Jia Wan rolled his eyes.

If it weren't for knowing that this young man has always been used to being stubborn, and with his current voice condition, being able to say such a long sentence can be regarded as "full of sincerity", Jia Wan would just let him stay so cool. up.

Without saying much, he began to explain the subtlety of Tai Chi.

He came from a family of martial arts, so what he learned would not be the old lady's square dance routine, which is used to move the muscles and bones, but the authentic "Wu's Taijiquan", which pays attention to small circles, powerful movements, simple movements and complex techniques. The power is not bad, and it is the most free and easy to play.

First talk about the boxing scriptures, then talk about the essentials, three moves, Jia Wan did not hide his secrets, he taught this young man what the old man taught him back then.

In his time, martial arts declined, and the previous idea of ​​teaching apprentices and starving masters to death was outdated. If he was chosen as an inheritor, he would be afraid of being stupid or lazy, but he would not be afraid of learning too much too quickly.

In the previous life, Yunluo often had senior brothers with other surnames come to study. Master Yun also taught Yunluo the way he taught them. The same is true for Jia Wan now.

Jia Wan rehearsed the whole set of boxing skills with the song formulas, explained the essentials, and said: "Taijiquan, it is important to practice the pile skills first, and then practice boxing after the piles are practiced. Now that you are inconvenient to move, I will first put the stepless piles and The essentials of Taiji Zhuan will be passed on to you, and you will practice again after you recover from your illness."

Drilled and explained the Zhuanggong in detail, and said: "After the Zhuanggong has been practiced, you can practice boxing. Taijiquan pays attention to the outside and inside, and the inside and outside are in harmony. I have practiced it several times just now. This time, the speed Slow down, I will teach you one move at a time."

He was sincerely teaching the young man some self-defense techniques, but unfortunately he hadn't finished the first move when he heard the young man say, "Pour me a bowl of water."

He had no choice but to stop, poured him a bowl of water, and the boy said, "Aren't you thirsty?"

Jia Wan shook his head.

The boy drank most of the bowl, put the rest aside, looked at Jia Wan, and said, "May I comb your hair?"

Although his voice was still ugly, his tone was rarely soft.

Jia Wan was a little puzzled, but since the young man didn't want to learn boxing, he didn't force himself, nodded and sat down with his back to the young man.

He has been rolling in the haystack for the past few days, and he is still being dragged around in his sleep. His hair has long been messed up like straw on the ground, and he should be combed.

After sitting for a long time, there was no movement. Jia Wan turned his head in surprise, only to see that the young man was holding a snow-white handkerchief, which was soaked in water, and was wiping his hands carefully.

The young man lowered his brows and narrowed his eyes, with a serious expression, as if he was doing something extremely sacred.

This pair of hands that were pampered before, these days, have killed people, been stained with blood, been rubbed on the ground with the soles of shoes, and vented by his frantic beating on the wall. Now they are full of scars and stains.

With the pitiful amount of water, he wiped his hand over and over again before reaching into the boy's hair.

Although rolled in the straw for a few days, the boy's long hair is messy and messy, but it is not dirty, smooth and soft like silk satin. When fingers are shuttled, it is cool and silky, without obstruction, which is indeed a rare enjoyment .

"This craftsmanship... Bad review!"

Jia Wan slandered, this young man is used to being pampered, how can someone comb his hair, and mess around on his head, every time they get together with great difficulty, they will fall apart again accidentally...

The young man looked fierce, but his movements were gentler than the girl in his room, tossing and turning on his head over and over again made him almost fall asleep.

As soon as the word "sleep" came into my mind, my body reacted immediately, and a big yawn came as promised.

"Tired again?"

For some reason, Jia Wan could hear a little nervousness in the boy's voice. He let out a "huh", narrowed his eyes, and began to light his head once and for all.

The boy stopped talking, but moved quickly, a success.

Jia Wan shook his head, he really felt much refreshed, thanked him, and was about to find a corner to sleep, but he heard the boy say indifferently: "I combed it for you, you can comb it for me too!"

Jia Wan thought about it in a daze: It seems to be the reason, courtesy is reciprocal!This young man is even more embarrassed than him. Judging by the meticulousness with which he wiped his hands just now, he must be very particular. He suddenly took the initiative to comb his hair, and it must be for the purpose of letting himself comb his hair...

So he suppressed his sleepiness and stood behind the boy.

There was blood, mud and sweat on the young man's head, and his hair was so hardened that Jia Wan was a little bit at a loss, feeling that the business was a bit of a loss.

In his previous life, he kept a small haircut for more than ten years, and in this life, he has never even touched a comb, so how can he comb his hair?

Fortunately, although he is not skilled, he has a serious attitude - the old man in his previous life was very strict, he did everything he did, and he didn't do it if he didn't do it.

He endured the pain and poured half a bowl of water, and tore off a piece of the leftover underwear that was used to bandage the young man. When he encountered a knot that could not be untied, he wet it with water, smoothed it out, and tore it apart little by little.

"Ah! It hurts... Slow down!" The boy complained, "Take it easy."

"Squeamish." Jia Wan mumbled, and relaxed his movements, so the slow progress of the project became even slower.

I was busy, only to hear the boy say again: "What's your name?"

Jia Wan asked back, "What's your name?"

The boy was silent.

If he ever sees the light of day again, this experience will undoubtedly be the most unbearable period in his life. How can he show his real name to others?

If he perishes like this, why should he tarnish his previous name?

Since he thought so, so did the child, no wonder he refused to tell him his name after asking several times.

But he heard the boy's clear voice behind him: "You can call me Yunluo."

The young man sneered: "Yunluo, falling from the clouds? It's worthless!"

He added: "Since your name is Yun Luo, I will call Yun Sheng."

Yun Sheng...but will he really have a day of rebirth, nirvana and rebirth?

The young man fell silent, and Jia Wan behind him gradually became proficient, and his movements quickened.

It was almost too late, when the boy Yunsheng's long hair was tied up with cloth strips, Jia Wan was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes.

Jia Wan moved the crock and steamed buns to a place where the young man could get them without accidentally knocking them over. He yawned again and said, "I'm going to bed first, you should go to bed early too."

"and many more!"

"Ok?"

The boy said: "How long will you sleep this time?"

Jia Wan lay down against the bulkhead on the other side, and said vaguely, "I don't know, probably... tomorrow morning."

The young man said: "You slept for almost three days, and only ate one steamed bun, why don't you eat something before going to sleep?"

Jia Wan said, "It's okay... I'll wake up naturally when I'm hungry."

Yun Sheng's eyes flickered, he didn't persuade him any more, and said, "Come back to sleep, there's only one blanket here."

"I'm not cold."

"...You are not cold and I am cold, the two of you are warm together."

Jia Wan really felt that this man was so annoying, he was already falling asleep, and he was still buzzing in front of his ears.

He braced himself up, squinted his eyes, gathered the straw scattered around him, and piled them all around the young man, then returned to the original position, lay down, and closed his eyes.

The boy said again: "You made such a mess, how can I sleep?"

This time, he couldn't wake up no matter what, the boy fed him a few more times, but there was no movement on the other side, so he had to quiet down and sit there motionless.

After a while, the boy slowly lay down wrapped in a blanket and closed his eyes.

After a while, he opened his eyes again.

Gong Tong not far away exudes an indescribable smell, which makes him unable to bear it for a moment;

His throat was on fire, and every time he breathed, it was like countless knives slashed his throat from top to bottom, like Ling Chi;

What made his life worse than death was the severe pain from his legs. The pain made his veins bulge, and he was sweating profusely...

When he was awake, he could hold it back with a ruthless force, not screaming, not crying, and even forced himself to talk and laugh, but in the dead of night, the pain tortured him to death.

He panted heavily, resisting the bursts of severe pain.

In the small and dark space, except for my own breathing, I couldn't hear any sound... After the man fell asleep, the world seemed to have changed.

"Cloud falls!"

He gritted his teeth and let out a cry.

"Dead pig!"

he called again.

It's just that once Jia Wan fell asleep, he didn't even know he was caught and sold, so how could he wake him up?

The young man yelled several times in a row but no one responded, and suddenly he felt guilty, picked up a steamed bun that was not much softer than a stone from the bowl, and threw it on the boy's back: "Wake up, dead pig! Come here and sleep! "

But the boy who was sleeping unconscious raised his hand slightly, and turned his wrist extremely gently, the bun seemed to come alive, gently turning around in his palm and back, and flew out.

The young man was dumbfounded, and suddenly a steamed bun fell from the sky and hit him hard on the bridge of the nose, immediately two lines of blood came out.

That kind of feeling was really sour, the boy who had his leg broken and didn't shed a single tear, now because of a bun, snot and tears flowed together.

After finally recovering, the boy didn't care about getting angry, he only thought about the boy's miraculous turn, and also remembered the Tai Chi he had taught him earlier, so he began to make a few punches that he had just memorized, but he couldn't get the point .

Half an hour later, the boy finally felt drowsy, and lay down with his eyes closed again, only half an hour later, he opened his eyes again.

It was still so painful that I couldn't sleep.

He sighed faintly, lifted the blanket, dragged his two broken legs, crawled slowly on the ground, rubbed against the boy, put his arms around his waist, and put his face on the top of his hair.

After getting very close, a clear breath like Haruyuki poured into his nostrils, and he greedily took a deep breath.

The throat that seemed to be continuously scorched by the fire was like a spring rain, and the severe pain that was continuously coming from the legs gradually became less unbearable.

This child, I'm afraid he himself doesn't know what kind of rare treasure he is.

The boy hugged the boy, lay quietly for a while, opened his eyes again, rubbed back with difficulty, stretched out his hand and dragged the boy to his side, and then rubbed back...

After tossing and sweating profusely, the boy returned to his original lying position, briefly modified the scene, then covered the two of them together with a blanket, closed his eyes, and went to sleep contentedly.