Slag Gong took the cannon fodder and accepted the script

"It's almost there." Ji Xun's voice was hoarse as if he was grinding paper with a blunt knife, he didn't know if he was telling Jiang Chengli not to sleep, or comforting himself.

Jiang Chengli's 1.8-meter stature lay on Ji Xun's body, which seemed ridiculous and exaggerated.

The morning star appeared in the sky, and at the darkest and coldest moment of the day, it was pitch black and it was impossible to see the road clearly.

Jiang Chengli could barely feel the weight of the bathrobe on his body, and his legs were numb and stiff, almost no different from stones on the side of the road.

Even if he is like this, let alone Ji Xun who carried him all night.

Ji Xun's movements were as slow as rubbing on the ground, his arms tightly strangled Jiang Chengli behind him, his whole body was stretched like an iron bow, but Jiang Chengli's legs did not touch the ground.

Jiang Chengli opened his mouth, but was hoarse and could hardly make a sound: "Let me down, you help me to walk slowly."

I don't know if they were lucky or not. They didn't encounter a passing car all night.

In this way, they reached the town at the foot of the mountain, and the sky was just getting dark.

Ji Xun first borrowed a phone to call the local fire station, then called someone to pick them up, and then took Jiang Chengli to a dilapidated small hotel.

Jiang Chengli stared at Ji Xun who didn't know where to take out the money, his eyes widened in surprise.

I went up to the second floor along the narrow and damp corridor. The corridor made of wooden planks creaked every step I took, and even shook a little.

Jiang Chengli held his breath, suspecting that the building would collapse in the next second.

The two of them only had a single room. The room was so small that there was only a single bed and a wooden bench. The bed board was hard to the naked eye. There was no air conditioning or heating, and it was not much warmer than outdoors.

The sound insulation of the room is also poor, and the snoring next door can be clearly heard.

Jiang Chengli didn't care about his foot injury, he just wanted to lie on the bed and cover his body with a quilt to warm himself up. He didn't even take off his bathrobe, and covered himself with the quilt.

"Aren't you coming up?" Seeing that Ji Xun was still standing there, Jiang Chengli raised his head and asked tremblingly, "Come up quickly, the two of you can squeeze together to keep warm."

After a life-and-death crisis, Jiang Chengli disregarded the image of the overlord, and approached Ji for help.

Ji Xun's face was a little stiff, and after Jiang Chengli called him the third time, he nodded, walked over, lifted a corner of the quilt and slipped in.

Jiang Chengli specially reserved a place for him. When he was a child, his family had more than 60 members. He slept in a room with a group of cousins, and often got up in the middle of the night to help them tuck their quilts.

When Ji Xun came in, the single bed was obviously not enough for two big men to quilt.

Subconsciously, Jiang Chengli walked his arms around the back to help him take pictures, and rubbed his neck for a while to wrap the quilt. When he was done, he noticed Ji Xun's abnormally stiff body, and looked at his wide-eyed and serious expression, but his ears were red, and he felt a little uncomfortable. comfortable.

Jiang Chengli simply turned around, turned his back to Ji Xun and faced the wall, saving some space.

Jiang Chengli was tense thinking about the people trapped in the hotel, but he was so exhausted that he fell asleep unconsciously.

When Jiang Chengli woke up again, he was sleeping warmly, and the person behind him had disappeared, leaving only a slight warmth.

Jiang Chengli sat up quickly, and found that his feet had been scrubbed clean, treated with medicine, and tightly wrapped with gauze, but the room was empty.

Jiang Chengli got out of bed with one foot, dragged his feet and wanted to go out to find someone. Just as he reached the door, the door was pushed open from the outside, and it was Ji Xun who came in.

He was carrying a bag of steamed buns and a bowl of millet porridge on his left, and a bowl of porridge and a small bag of pickles on his right. He was carrying a bulging burden on his shoulder, and he didn't know what it contained.

Jiang Chengli helped him share the things in his left hand. He didn't feel very hungry at first, but when he smelled the smell of millet porridge and steamed buns, his eyes almost turned green.

There were only two benches and no table in the room, so the two simply sat on the floor and put the food on the floor.

Jiang Chengli now looks at Ji Xun as if he was looking at a god: "I just wanted to ask, where did you get the money to stay in the hotel and buy breakfast?"

Jiang Chengli followed Ji Xun from top to bottom and looked around. He was only wearing a T-shirt and loose pajama pants, which were all scratched and torn while walking, but he didn't see that he had pockets.

Ji Xun's eyes flickered, and a layer of powder appeared on his face. He said to him from left to right: "Master, eat quickly, the porridge is getting cold when you bring it, and you have to return the bowl."

The more he kept silent, the more curious Jiang Chengli became, and he didn't ask any more, but couldn't help looking at him while eating.

Under Jiang Chengli's eyes, Ji Xun's ears became more and more red, and finally he couldn't take it anymore, and put down the bowl in his hand as if appointed.

Ji Xun took off his T-shirt, revealing the boy's upper body covered with a layer of slender muscles.

The young man's face was powdered, but his glazed eyes were clear and distant, and there was an inexplicable sense of holiness and coldness.

Jiang Chengli was stunned for a moment, stared at it for two seconds and looked away, secretly compared with himself, and sighed that he was still a teenager, not as good as the scumbag who was already an old fritter.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Jiang Chengli can almost smell a cool fragrance.

Ji Xun noticed that Jiang Chengli's attention was drifting somewhere, not on what he wanted to say, so he turned his T-shirt inside out, revealing the strong cloth pocket sewn inside: "Here."

He and his mother moved to City H in order to make a living. When they first entered the big city, they spoke with a strong foreign accent. It was common for him to be cheated and stolen.

After learning a lesson, his mother would sew a pocket on her chest and put money in it. His mother is a clean and organized person, and even the pockets sewn inside are very delicate, and the raw edges are clean.

He put the money in and forgot to take it out before, but he didn't expect to be in a hurry this time.

After speaking, Ji Xun turned the T-shirt back and put it on, and then ate.

He knew that Jiang Chengli didn't understand, and even thought it was funny.

He pursed his lips. Although he felt that he shouldn't care, he still kept two eyes on Jiang Chengli to see his reaction.

Jiang Chengli had mixed feelings, reflecting on his inappropriate behavior just now, and sure enough, he still needs to pay more wages when he goes back.

But what he cares more about now is: "How much money do we have left now?"

Ji Xun was taken aback for a moment, and then thought, Jiang Chengli must be just curious about where he hid the money, as for his embarrassment, he couldn't see it or maybe he didn't care at all.

Also, who cares about the servant's dark thoughts.

Ji Xun took out the money and put it on the ground, a 10-yuan note and four 4-yuan coins.

Jiang Chengli felt sad for a moment, thinking about how to spend 14 yuan to last one more day.

Sure enough, I shouldn't buy pickles and porridge in the morning, and I can save some money by eating only steamed buns.

There were two steamed buns left in the plastic bag, and Jiang Chengli planned to save them until noon.

Jiang Chengli felt that he and Ji Xun had a fatal friendship, and social fear had hardly appeared in front of him.

He made up his mind to starve by chatting, and he said: "Thanks to your quick response last night, you took me out."

Ji Xun's lips curled into a smile, with an inexplicable coldness: "Because that's how my father died."

Jiang Chengli wished he could take back what he said before, who would have thought that he would just say something casually and bring out people's sad things.

"Sorrow..." The more Jiang Chengli was embarrassed, the more stupid his mouth became, and only two words popped out when he opened and closed his mouth for a long time.

"I've lived in the mountains since I was a child. I've heard a lot about this kind of thing." His smile became colder and colder. Seeing that Jiang Chengli finally had a reaction expression, he suddenly realized that the person in front of him was not an illusory dream, but a dream. Feelings of a living human being.

He suddenly felt a sense of revenge as if the angel was torn from the air heavily, staining him with filth, and his fingertips couldn't help trembling.

He looked at Jiang Chengli's obviously depressed expression, but his mouth didn't stop at all, still smiling, with a three-point cruelty: "Guess what my dad was doing that day?"

"What are you doing?" Jiang Chengli subconsciously asked.

"He is looking for my aunt to have an affair, young master, you said it is not ridiculous. He took my aunt to my mother's clean house every day while my mother was out to pick up water and vegetables. He was afraid that I would see me They closed the courtyard, but stones fell from the mountain, killing only the two of them."

Jiang Chengli looked at Ji Xun's smile and shivered.

There was no paragraph in the original text, he always thought that Ji Xun was a native of H city.

"It's their evil that will be rewarded with evil." Jiang Chengli racked his brains to find a word, sat next to him and patted his shoulder, saying viciously.

Originally, Ji Xun had put this matter down a long time ago, but after listening to Jiang Chengli's brief consolation, he still felt that the madness in his heart had been calmed down.

When Jiang Chengli saw the tattoo on the back of Ji Xun's neck, he thought it was for fun, but now he thought it might be a folk custom in the mountains.

Jiang Chengli wanted to quickly expose this matter, took the burden that Ji Xun brought from the outside, unwrapped it and found that it was two sets of clothes, a green cloth jacket and wide-leg trousers, and there were totems drawn in dark blue and dark red on them There are two pairs of white-soled cloth shoes sewn with black cloth underneath.

On the way to the town, Jiang Chengli saw young men wearing similar clothes, and didn't pay much attention at that time.

"You bought this?" Jiang Chengli asked.

Ji Xun nodded. Before he went to City H, he grew up wearing clothes made by his mother, similar to these two sets. He bought new ones from locals for 450.

Jiang Chengli couldn't bear the bathrobe on his body for a long time, but the room is so small that there is no place to hide when changing clothes.

Even so, Jiang Chengli still had some scruples about Ji Xun. He put on the pants without taking off the bathrobe, then took off the bathrobe to expose his upper body, and put on the green cloth jacket.

Even so, there are still some secrets that cannot be concealed inadvertently.

The fabric is very comfortable, the only drawback is that the trousers are a bit short, exposing a small ankle, but the cloth shoes under the feet are perfectly stitched, one is put on and the other is on the handle.

Jiang Chengli leaned against the wall and stood up to look at it. It was the first time he wore this kind of clothes and he couldn't help but feel a little novel. He asked with a smile, "Do you know how big my feet are?"

"I put on the leather shoes for the young master, did the young master forget?" Ji Xun had already calmed down, but watched Jiang Chengli change his clothes from beginning to end, his voice was a little hoarse, and his legs crossed and changed positions.

Jiang Chengli was taken aback for a moment, remembering that this was indeed the case.

The author has something to say: It doesn’t matter that the child is still young, it will grow (excited rubbing hands)