Evil disciple, let go of the back of your teacher's neck!

The stubborn young people raised their heads in surprise, but they saw that the wind did not move the horns of the goose feathers, and there were still waves trembling on the strings.The sharpness faded away, and the beautiful affectionate eyes filled with sparkling autumn water, fresh and vivid.

"When it comes to making pens, wolf hair is not as durable as dog hair. My Qiu family's unique secret method will teach you. Do you want to try it?"

The word Qiu blurted out, Qiu Qian saw it clearly, the young man suddenly turned his eyes to look, and the resentment that flashed across his expression left a deep impression on him.

Qiu Qianqing didn't believe that there would be unreasonable hatred in the world, and suddenly thought it was just an illusion.He hesitated again and again, trying his best to step down the heavy mountain of fear, and approached the rope tied to the dog's tail step by step.

The feet were filled with lead, and the hands were also instigated by fear. The knot was not complicated at all, but the swing was untied in an instant, and my head was sweating.In a blink of an eye, the clothes were so filthy that even the vicious dog next to him couldn't see it. He jumped out suddenly, and the iron chain rattled.

The movement of the swing was only slow for a moment, facing the fierce gaze of the mastiff, and refused to back down half a step.

"Are you afraid of dogs?"

No one noticed the sudden stagnant breathing and constricted pupils of the swing, but the young man who was close at hand observed the details.After the mastiff was dragged back a few steps, he spoke the first sentence.

Hearing the sound, Qiu Qian raised his head, met those light brown pupils, and felt a clear and unmistakable killing intent.Qiu Qianqing even felt that the young man wanted to throw himself into the pack of dogs with that look, and let his fangs and claws tear him to pieces.

This kind of speculation was made for no reason, but it did not prevent the chivalrous Taifu Qiu from redeeming the little Xi slave from the evil young man.Liu Tao had been beaten repeatedly by his father before his trip, so he must not sin against Xiao Wanshan, a teacher of the academy, during this trip to study, and he must also show some sympathy for the swing that he had a good relationship with.

Ever since, Qiu Qianqing took his "face" back to Shuxian Xiaozhu at the foot of Muxi Mountain.

All the students in the academy, the living place is named after "Zhengde" and "Mingli", and there is a dignified atmosphere of sitting upright everywhere, only the swing is a different kind.Xiao Wanshan let him do whatever he wanted, and it was difficult for others to comment.

That night, the wind blew the lotus, and the swing opened its window to dispense medicine to the young man.

With a sound of "Oh", the pain was almost inaudible.

There were overlapping scars on the skinny calf, and there were old wounds under the new ones. In addition to the whipping and sticking, there were even traces of fire.After the swing touched the wound with a cotton cloth dipped in sake, the boy moaned lowly, and his knees retracted instinctively.

The swing was caught quickly: "Move around again, carefully watch the wound fester."

His tone was not good, so the young man remained silent, but his calf fell into the swing's hand and was always tense.

Until the swing swirls down to apply the ointment, and the edge of the palm inadvertently touches a certain place, and the muscles are obviously loose.The little man in front of him, who is not afraid of pain, was easily pinched by him.With a little more effort, the chuckle from his lips passed over the fan, causing the little wolf to squeeze half of his head in from the outside, and looked inside with a whimper.

"That's right, Wei Jun has a small face, why bother to keep it straight."

Qiu Qianqing grasped his strength, racked his brains to find something to say, and tried to divert his attention, "The eyebrows are the gathering of mountains, and the water is the swaying of the eyes. The old man also looks like a young man. The mountains are falling and the water is cut off, but it is a bad omen."

The young man stopped laughing, and the hostility of Dong Sharen came back, and he said coldly above his head: "I could have killed him."

The second sentence that the boy opened his mouth caused Qiu Qian to frown in confusion.

Sit up straight with your upper body, open your clenched hands—one end of the cobblestone has been sharpened, it is the most common serpentine in Qibu Beach at the foot of Muxi Mountain, and the jade is smooth.

"Give it a little more time, this is a dart that can cut the throat. As long as I raise my hand, Liu Tao will definitely not be able to avoid it."

The young man's ruthlessness was more or less bluffing, but Qiu Qian was silent for a while after hearing this, and asked him: "Today, you can actually break free, right?"

Listening quietly to the dripping of the copper pot, this speechlessness already represents the answer.

Presumably this kid became murderous on the way into the mountain. He allowed a group of anointed beams to humiliate him in order to turn the millstone into his own murderous weapon.

Swing Qianqing sighed secretly, after applying the ointment carefully, he put down the trouser legs very carefully, for fear of touching the wound.

Then, Qiu Qianqing suddenly took the young man's hand that was calm in front of him, and despite how much he struggled, he just refused to let go, and there was no joke in his tone: "No more in the future."

The young man raised his chin, and the corners of his eyes were about to overflow with anger: "Are you trying to persuade me to be patient, and then they beat me to death?"

"Nonsense!" Qiu Qianqing sneered, "It's not a gentleman not to take revenge if you have a grudge, just swallow your anger, that's what a bastard does. Do you want to be a bastard?"

The young man's eyelashes fluttered, and the fierceness in his eyes disappeared, leaving only a ignorant innocence gradually.

Qiuqian smiled, and confiscated the stone when he was not prepared, weighed it a few times and said: "There are many ways to take revenge, and using your body as bait is the most stupid one. From today on, you follow me, whoever touches you One time, you will return it ten times. Only one piece, don’t hurt yourself again, do you hear me?”

Turning his head to look at the young man, taking a panoramic view of his stunned expression, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's your name?"

"...Ak, a rocky mountain."

Swing Qian's thoughts wandered for a while, and he vaguely remembered that not long before the fourth son of the emperor was sent out of the customs, he seemed to have just been given the name "Lin".

"The character "白" is not good, let's change it to another one. The quality of the writing is spotty, the brilliance is brilliant, and the homonyms have different meanings."

The young man stared straight at it, looking surprised at first, but he misunderstood that he didn't know the word, so he smiled and took his hand that was propped on the edge of the couch, and drew it horizontally and vertically in his palm.

The child looked at the miserable life experience, but the palm was unexpectedly soft, and he swiped his finger across it, as if sweeping away the clear waves, and the heart of the swing softened into water in an instant.

After drawing, he raised his face and asked, "Do you know how to write?"

The boy with the new name didn't answer, but looked down at him with something deep in his eyes.Swing couldn't hold it back any longer, and scratched that childish and half-crippled Xiao Hua's face with her knuckles.

As if being scalded to the ground, the place where the fingers scratched quickly turned red, unexpectedly showing a bit of embarrassment under the dim light.

The swing laughed loudly, leaped onto the couch, occupied the side next to the wall first, and patted the other side: "Tonight, I will wrong you to squeeze with me."

The shadow of the moon is whirling, and the frogs, drums, and cicadas are singing.In the season of good sleep, the swing is exhausted enough, a burst of tiredness hits, and soon falls into a half-sleep.

In a haze, he vaguely felt a hand slipping quietly to the front of his neck, touching the throat bone lightly and sometimes hard, as if he was probing for something.

The swing is only when the little person is still in shock, and when he falls asleep, he is in a nightmare.He turned over in distress, stretched out his hand to press the hairy head on his chest, he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, and he was still muttering coaxingly: "Chongerfei, Chongerfei, fly to Jiangnan to find Turtles, there are not many big turtles, but a lot of small ones..."

I don't know if that hand caused trouble afterward, but I only know that when she got up the next day, Ah Lin kept the same position and slept soundly in his arms, with one hand on the back of her neck, as if she had found a support for herself.

In the days that followed, the leaves were blown on the window paper one after another by the wind. In July, there was fire, and in a blink of an eye, it was time for the lotus to bear fruit.

Ah Lin's injury healed faster than expected, but his temperament was still withdrawn and he didn't like to talk much.Qiu Qianqing met his gaze for countless moments, but still couldn't understand the hostility in it.

Without thinking, Swing had no choice but to attribute it to the fact that he had suffered too much in the past, and tried his best to make the child cheerful.

Today's paper kite, Ming Dynasty's Zhizhi, when it rains and the sun clears, Qiu Taifu does not know where to get a small boat, carrying two people, one big and one small, brushing off the dewed lotus leaves, and paddling towards the lotus blossoms deep.

"Come and sit, isn't the bow of the boat dry?"

Daze was hot, the sun was dancing on the water, Ah Lin put his hand across his forehead, squinted his eyes, turned around and jumped off the bow, causing the boat to shake violently.

After taking off his boots on the swing, he soaked his feet in the water and was enjoying himself, when the water splashed half of his skirt, he immediately lowered his face: "Ah Lin! Do you mean it?"

Ah Lin didn't answer, but the little wolf with its tusks was just imitating the example, and wet the remaining half of the skirt with a flutter, and the swing was so angry that he grabbed the front and fanned it vigorously.

Two collar buttons are spread out, and the fat jade-like neck extends downwards, drawing a beautiful arc, and at the end is a dream-like secret place.The swing was only concerned about looseness, so he simply untied the waist, but the straight skirt was still clinging to the waistline because he was full of water. That wet embarrassment brought a temptation that he himself did not realize.

The sound of breathing behind him gradually faded away.

At first, the swing was just pretending not to notice; suddenly, he twisted his body, and quickly stuffed the heartless lotus seeds into the little boy's mouth, with a successful smile on his lips: "Sweet or not?"

During these days of getting along, Qiu Qianqing had already asked Liu Tao about the origin of this young man, knowing that A Lin was a little Xi slave who was brought into Guanzhong by Hu traders, an orphan who grew up in a wild land, and his clan members were all killed in a fire. Life is bumpy and rugged, not inferior to rocks.

Although Qiu Qianqing still doesn't know where the boy's unreasonable hostility comes from, but it is expected that he has tasted thousands of kinds of bitterness, so he deliberately let this little man who "has suffered a lot and has a deep hatred" know that there is actually a taste in the world. Sweet without other ingredients.

"Boom."

Accompanied by the slow chewing sound, Ah Lin's cheek bulged a little.He nodded imperceptibly, quietly stretched out his hand towards the swing, and then quietly moved his back behind him.

At this moment, the water waves swayed, and the hull of the boat capsized several times.After a while of noise, the people on board looked up to the shore.

The author says:

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