Zilan

The sun is half up, half hidden under the cascading sand sea, the sky turns from fish belly white to brilliant gold, and the remnant gold falls, gradually elongating the black figure.

Yan Zhuo got up early in the morning to take care of the young master, but as soon as he opened the curtain, he saw a woman standing in front of him who was smiling so hard that she couldn't see her eyes.

"Fan Jianglong, if you guard my door early in the morning, people will think that you are plotting against me." Yan Zhuoqing also showed a fake smile.

"I didn't think so." Fan Jianglong rested his fingers on his waist, and when he flipped, a fiery red tooth-shaped long whip fell into his palm. The teeth were as sharp as animal teeth, "I really want to plot against you."

The long whip came through the air, Yan Zhuoqing raised his hand calmly, the black scabbard rubbed against the long whip and made a piercing sound, the two of them had passed several moves in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Jiuwan's tent was very close to his, and Yan Zhuoqing was worried that he would disturb the young master early in the morning, so when he turned his sword, all the long whips were wrapped around the scabbard, no matter how hard the dragon turned over the river, he couldn't move it.

"Change place." Not a discussion, but an order.The smile on Yan Zhuoqing's face was restrained, revealing a bit of sternness.

Before he finished speaking, Fan Jianglong's physical reaction preceded his thinking, and he quickly followed.

What Yan Zhuoqing and Fan Jianglong didn't notice was that after they left, the corners of the snow-blue clothes swayed behind the tent not far away.

Jiang Jiuwan knew why he felt that Fan Jianglong was familiar. When the two stood together, they were so similar in breath and smile, as if they were one.

The backs of the men and women were reflected in the pupils like lacquer, and the unknown voice in the mind was crazily clamoring to tear up this scene and make the woman beside that person disappear forever. It was so torn that he had to open his mouth to take a deep breath to relieve the pain.

can not be like this.Jiang Jiuwan tried hard to suppress the feeling called jealousy.

It's too abnormal for him to be like this, he can't be like this.

Suddenly, a timid female voice sounded: "Young Master Jiang?"

Jiang Jiuwan froze for a moment, then looked behind him, and saw a woman with a delicate face.There were a lot of people last night, but Jiang Jiuwan still remembered the girl who stood up and said she was going to see him off.

At the moment when he faced Jiang Jiuwan, Sang Hua felt that his eyes were filled with gloom like sticky black mud, and when he looked again, there was only a piece of gentleness and clarity.

That's right, how could it be possible, how could someone as good-looking as Mr. Jiang get into that kind of thing.

She shook her head, shaking off those inappropriate imaginations in her mind.

Although the sun is halfway up now, perhaps because of the commotion last night, the Sango tribe is still quiet.

"Mr. Jiang, why are you getting up so early? Are you not used to sleeping?" Sang Hua asked worriedly seeing the exhaustion that could not be concealed on his face.

Jiang Jiuwan opened his mouth, but remembering that he didn't know the girl's name yet, he choked on the words.

Sang Hua saw what he was thinking, and said shyly, "My name is Sang Hua, Mr. Jiang can just call me Sang Hua." She knew that people in the south always like to call people by Miss, but she just couldn't get used to it. Words are too squeamish for sango.

"Sang Hua." Jiang Jiuwan frowned, "It was my own fault. I had a nightmare. I couldn't sleep, so I came out to get some air."

In the early morning, Sang Ge still had the coolness from the night, and Jiang Jiuwan shivered involuntarily when the sweat soaked into his forehead.

Sang Ge felt that Mr. Jiang was like the fragile and thin grass in the desert, which would fall down as soon as the wind blew. She was anxious to say something, but Jiang Jiuwan spoke first.

"Why is Sang Hua so early?" Jiang Jiuwan asked.

"I'm in charge of feeding the camels in the family, so I get up early." Sang Hua turned sideways and showed him the leash in his hand.

Jiang Jiuwan searched for the leash and saw a huge monster lying on the ground with familiar bells hanging on both ends. His smile faltered: "This is...?"

Sang Hua was worried that he might misunderstand, so he said embarrassedly: "Mr. Jiang, your camels don't want to be approached by others, so I have no choice but to give some drugs, and the dose is not much."

She took out a small white bottle: "This drug is made by our clan to tame wild beasts. It won't harm them, just sleep for a while."

Jiang Jiuwan felt relieved upon hearing this.

Sang Hua looked hesitantly at Mr. Jiang, who could be poured with a push, and took out another white bottle that was exactly the same as the one just now.

Looking at the white bottle handed in front of him, Jiang Jiuwan looked at her puzzled.

"This medicine is very useful, Mr. Jiang can keep it for self-defense." Sang Huamo added, "It can be used for both humans and animals, and girls in the clan will also use it to protect against bad people." Although it is not necessary used.

"Thank you." This was the first kindness Jiang Jiuwan received from an outsider.In the past, there were people who gave him things to please Jiang Tai and his wife, Jiang Qin, or people who were close friends with them, but that was only because he was the young son of the Jiang family, not because he was Jiang Jiuwan.

"Thank you."

His smile was filled with the most sincere joy and gratitude, like a crescent moon lake blown by the wind, and the light swayed in the ripples.

Sang Hua just looked at it and then lowered his head.

"No, Mr. Jiang, I'm leaving first, and you can go in and rest quickly." Before Jiang Jiuwan could answer, she carried two camels on her shoulders and left as if fleeing. Occupy overwhelming, but still run fast.

Sang Hua waited for the redness on his face to recede before he dared to turn around.

Jiang Jiuwan did not go back to the tent to rest, but stood still.

The cold wind ruffled his black hair, and he put one hand on his chest, with his head down, unable to see the expression on his face clearly.

For some reason, Sang Hua feels like a desert with no other objects, boundless loneliness; it also seems like a delicate flower that can be plucked by stretching out a hand, anyone can easily cut off its vitality.

In the next second, this delicate flower was broken by the wind.

The author says:

Great Xia Yan: What about me, where is the pear flower I gave you? Young Master (whispering): Yan, Great Xia Yan is not an outsider (Young Master regards Great Xia Yan as one of his own)