[Lu Xiaofeng] Hidden Forest of Flowers and Leaves

In a daze, Han Ye felt very cold.

The air conditioner in the classroom has been broken for several days, and the room of 90 people only relies on a few fans above the head to blow a bit of scorching hot wind.In this situation, how can it be cold?

He also felt that his whole body was not right, and the pain was terribly painful.

It's like having a fight with someone in a dream, and the whole body is about to fall apart.

Han Ye fell asleep in class again.

Whenever Professor Zhang taught, Han Ye had to fall asleep.There is no way, Professor Zhang's voice is too hypnotic.His old man's knowledge is as extensive as the sea, but the tune of his lectures is comparable to a lullaby!

"Today, let's talk about this poem by Li Shangyin. The title of the poem is "Chang'e". Chang'e, as everyone knows, is Chang'e on the moon. Chang'e is Houyi's wife. Houyi, shooting the sun, has meritorious service Chang'e stole the medicine from the Queen Mother of the West, and flew to the moon by herself. You see, this poem says this: The shadow of the candle on the mica screen is deep, the long river gradually falls, and the dawn stars sink. .Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, Bihai Qingtian is heartbroken every night..."

In this kind of gentle and gentle tone, Han Ye must sleep in every class, and struggles painfully every time before going to bed, and he still wants to take the postgraduate entrance examination for the old man...

But it was really hard to sleep today.Why haven't you finished class yet?I couldn't hear the fat man's obscene laughter when he looked at his phone.

Only the sound of the wind can be heard.

Wait... the wind!

Han Ye suddenly opened his eyes.

In the darkness, the first thing that jumped into the eyes was a cluster of flames.The fire was burning very vigorously, and with a "pop", a piece of firewood that had been burning for a long time collapsed.A rough hand threw a log into the fire.

Han Ye felt his head hurt.Wait, what's going on here?Will the class organize a picnic in the middle of the night?The forest hunter is adding firewood?

He turned his head slowly and saw a man sitting by the fire, his face half-lit with the fire.

and many more!

Han Ye pressed pause again for himself.The clothes this man is wearing seem to be the kind of robes worn by the ancients?And it hasn't been changed in three months!One of his hands was throwing firewood, while the other was pressing on a knife!

Knife!

Han Ye roared in his heart, why is it a knife!

He looked at the man's face again.His face was as rough as his hands, full of wind, frost, and swords, and his hair was also knotted and hung behind his head—how long had it been since he washed his hair? !

"Are you awake?" The man suddenly glanced at him.

That look, like this man's whole person, is rough, indifferent, and even has a kind of disgust and hatred!

Han Ye shook his head, blaming himself for thinking too much, while being unable to grasp the situation.He simply summed it up in his mind, thinking that he was dreaming.

Sometimes I often have this kind of dream, the plot is specific, the environment is realistic, the dreamer is unconscious, and only after waking up will he realize, ah, just had such a wonderful and exciting dream that is comparable to a serial drama!

Sometimes at the end, it will be marked with the words "same time tomorrow, please continue to watch"!

Having made up his mind, Han Ye relaxed a little.But this dream was a bit strange, because he actually felt as if his body had been pierced by thousands of needles, and he also felt very cold!

But it doesn't matter, the fat man will wake him up when the get out of class time comes.

Han Ye was relieved, he let out a sigh of relief, and moved towards the fire.

He suddenly felt a little strange again.

Before he could react—or his brain had sensed the huge impact of the information and temporarily blocked it—the man took down a pot that was boiling on the fire, and poured out the black medicine from the pot: "Drink gone."

Han Ye's face was pale, and the brain had already removed the shield - he stretched out his hand tremblingly, looking at the palms the size of a child.The man didn't notice his abnormality, put the medicine in his hand, and stared at the fire in a daze.

Han Ye's heart was beating wildly, his hands were shaking, the medicinal juice was spilled on the ground, and the smell of the overflowing medicine irritated his nose.

He finally worked up the courage to look at his body.Fat cotton jacket, short legs, small feet.

Omg!

Han Ye broke out in a cold sweat and stood up.

The man forgot to come over, looked at Han Ye with wide eyes, frowned, and said, "Drink the medicine."

Han Ye swallowed nervously under his gaze, and drank the medicine.

How bitter!

The man turned around again.

Han Ye finally calmed down a little, and looked at his body again.

The body is thin and frail, but the skin is very soft.So, all things considered, this is a child's body!

This dream is too strange and too real.

Han Ye sat down again, and finally remembered to observe the surrounding environment.

This is a woods.The woods were pitch black, and there were trees everywhere as far as the firelight could reach.There is a layer of withered and yellow leaves on the ground, and leaves fall from the top of the head from time to time.

The sky was overcast, with no moon or stars.

The wind blew over, and the whole forest was roaring.

It's autumn.In autumn in the forest, he became a child and slept with a man in the wild.

The child is still a sick child, and his health is very bad.For example, he was already so close to the fire, and he was still very cold.

Han Ye moved to the fire again.

The man never spoke.He seemed to be in a daze with a numb expression, but Han Ye felt that he was very sad.

Only when the fire dies down does he move and throw a few sticks of firewood into it.

His right hand was always holding the knife.

The knife is a machete.black sheath.The handle of the knife was wrapped in cloth, and it was already pitch-black.

Those stains even looked like old bloodstains.

Han Ye couldn't help but think of the martial arts novels he binge read in high school.This man is very similar to the swordsman described in the novel.

Looking at his appearance again, if one of Gu Long's classic adjectives were used to describe him, it would be Luotuo!

Yes, this man is a leisurely swordsman, living in the woods in late autumn with his frail and sick child.

His knife had killed many people and splashed so much blood that the cloth wrapped around the handle turned black!

He doesn't trust anyone but his knife!

Han Ye's eyes were shining brightly, and his blood was boiling with excitement.

"Go to sleep when the pain is gone." The man said coldly.

Han Ye sighed.This dream is both real and boring.He decided not to provoke this cold man.Because he really couldn't judge the relationship between this man and the child.If it is a father and son, the man's attitude is too cold!

Or is it that a swordsman like him is so indifferent to anyone?

Han Ye decided to go to bed.When he woke up, his dream was over.

Although it was windy all night, the next day turned out to be sunny.

Han Ye's expression was very bad.He knew that self-deception was over.He is not dreaming, but has traveled through time.

Han Ye hasn't read many time travel novels.He doesn't like the golden finger setting of predicting the future, he likes the story of climbing from the trough to the peak step by step.So when everyone else was time-traveling and reborn, he was still watching old-fashioned martial arts.

Who said martial arts are dead?Every time Han Ye wanted to cry out: "It's still in my chest!"

So when this kind of thing really happened, he was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

He didn't expect to time travel, but he did.

And it is very likely that a martial arts world will come through.

Thinking of this, Han Ye became a little excited.

In this world, who will he see?

The man still didn't say a word. When Han Ye couldn't sort out his mood, he kicked the fire and said coldly: "Go."

Out of the woods is the road.

There is no end in sight, and there are several villages scattered on the left and right.

It was late autumn, and the fields were deserted.

Occasionally, a carriage passed by, and the man gave way to the side. When the carriage rolled up a cloud of dust and ran away from him, the man went on the road again.

He hardly speaks.

After walking for about an hour, Han Ye felt a little tired.The child's body is too weak.He gradually couldn't keep up with the man's footsteps.

The man stopped and looked at Han Ye with rough eyes.Under this gaze, Han Ye took another step.

So the man turned around and walked on.

Han Ye was panting and sweating profusely while thinking, what is the relationship between this child and the man?

It would be too cold to talk about father and son!

He hadn't even heard a man call the kid by his name!

At noon, I came to a small town.Han Ye was too tired to walk at all, with his hands on his legs, panting heavily.

The man walked to a shop, took out two Wen and bought two buns.

The hot steamed stuffed bun appeared in front of Han Ye, and he ate it in a few mouthfuls, almost ignoring the heat.

The man still handed the remaining bun to Han Ye.

Han Ye was a little surprised.He looked up at the man.The man's gaze was still so indifferent, without a trace of warmth.

Han Ye didn't know what to say.

"……you eat."

A trace of confusion appeared on the man's indifferent face.

Han Ye didn't say any more, and walked forward step by step.

The man wrapped the bun in paper, kicked it into his arms, and caught up with Han Ye in one step.

In this way, Xiaoxing slept in the open and walked for half a month.

Han Ye paid attention to collecting information as soon as he went to a place with people.But the time they stayed in the town was very short, and there was no way to hear anything useful.

Men, on the other hand, never say a word other than "take medicine" and "go on the road".

When he was free, he always wiped his knife.The blade is like water, which can reflect the face.The man cherishes it very much, only at this time can one see a little bit of tenderness on his face.

Once, when the man was wiping the knife, Han Ye reached out to the knife god.

The man slapped him hard!He suddenly stood up with a grim face, and the hand holding the knife was shaking.

"Don't touch my knife." The man almost squeezed these words out between his teeth.

Han Ye dared not touch his knife again.

Since then, they have spoken less.Men don't even say "drink medicine" and "go on the road" anymore.

Half a month later, they finally came to a bustling city.

The man actually brought Han Ye to a clothing store.He even bought new clothes for Han Ye and himself.And that day they stayed in an inn, asked for a room, and took a comfortable bath.

When Han Ye was lying on the bed after taking a shower, looking at the man wiping his knife under the lamp, he had a premonition that something big was about to happen.

Han Ye sighed softly and closed his eyes.

No matter what major event is about to happen, it can't stop him from wanting to sleep now.

I haven't been in bed for half a month!

Early the next morning, Han Ye was dug out of the bed by a man.

The quilt next to Han Ye was neatly folded.The man seemed to have not slept all night.

The man fetched water and asked Han Ye to wash up well.

Then they left the inn.

Han Ye followed the man and stopped in front of a mansion.Even Han Ye, who was a college student in the new century half a month ago, couldn't help being dumbfounded at the level of luxury.

Even the concierge is dressed like a son-in-law.

Han Ye looked up and looked at the plaque.

There are only two words on it: "Huafu".

This is Jiangnan.

His heart skipped a beat, and then he heard the sound of the door opening, and a fat man in rich and noble strides out, opened his arms before going out, and laughed loudly: "Brother Tiecheng!"

The man showed a slight smile, nodded slightly, and said, "Brother Hua."

Then he was hugged tightly by the fat man.

Han Ye opened his mouth in surprise.

Beside the fat man, there was a seven or eight-year-old child with jade-like skin, looked at Han Ye, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "My father was rude. I am the seventh child of the Hua family, and you are Uncle Han's son Ye Xin, right?"

and many more!

Han Ye's mouth opened even wider.

Seven children of the Hua family, isn't that——

Full of flowers!

Hua Manlou blinked and looked at him with a bright smile.