Thousands of Mountains

Time travels, and now it is the spring of the 22nd year of Qingxi in Daning, another season of rain and dew, Yin Cun.

Yanjing is not a place with abundant rain either. There are occasional wet days in spring and summer, but once the rain falls, the whole city will change its face. With a bit of inexhaustible coldness, it is clear and cold, warm and cool.

Yin Cen stood under the eaves porch, and Yun Jianqing stood upright on that night of heavy rain and high winds 18 years ago. Yin Cen recalled that many years later, on this day, there will always be some big or small things in life. Turn of events.On that first day, he started to run away with Shen Cang, and after many years, Shen Cang appeared again on the same day, gave him the Green Mountain Blade, and taught him how to be ruthless, but in the end he only failed to train him to become a A killer with a ruthless appearance, but his blood is not cold inside.

Just like Shen Cang himself.

Yin Cen smiled at the corner of his mouth, the rain in spring is precious, the rain in the capital, the rain in Qilian Mountains, the rain in the southeast small town, people born in this warm day, no matter what, can't be as cold as the outside.

I don't know when Chen Ji also stood by Yin Cen's side, and accompanied Yin Cen to watch Ziyu for a while, without saying a word.

The 15-year-old Chen Ji is no longer the little jade-carved and glutinous doll. As early as two years ago, he was taller than Yin Cen. He beat Yin Cen all day long in the training room. The children are like twins, but when they see the front, they still look like a gentle and noble son like jade. Ever since Yin Cen said that he looks best in sky blue, he often wears sky blue narrow-sleeved regular clothes after rain, and puts on a pair of A moon-white ribbon cinched his waist, a refreshing young man.

Chen Ji discovered Yin Cen's extraordinary silence today. He looked at this elder brother who had been with him day and night for five years, and knew that he was not in a bad mood, but Yin Cen was always a little lonely in this season every year.

Yin Cen was dressed in black all year round, which made his complexion as snowy. When he was eighteen, he had already lost the only trace of childishness left in the past. He had a sharp and heroic face, with sword-like eyebrows like ink, phoenix eyes like stars, and when he was silent, his face was as cold as ice. Cold frost, and a smile, but the ice and snow melt and warm as spring, the body is still thin, but not thin, carrying the inconspicuous green mountain blade, walking silently like a gust of wind, standing like a mountain like a rock, these As long as Nian Chen Ji sees him, he feels at ease and at ease.

I didn't know how long I stood, and the rain didn't stop. Yin Cen said suddenly, "I was born on a rainy day. My single name is the word Cen. When I became an adult, I was given the word Pingshan, which means that the mountains end with the plains, and the rivers flow into the wilderness."

Turning to look at Chen Ji again, "From today onwards, you can call me Pingshan."

"Pingshan," Chen Ji repeated, the words contained in his mouth seemed to have the dry breath of Northwest, he smiled playfully, "Brother Pingshan."

Yin Cen also had a smile on his face, "Has your Highness ever thought about what he will do in the future?"

Chen Ji tilted his head, "Most likely it was given by the emperor, but," he suddenly regained his energy, "if I had thought about it in advance, the emperor might agree."

He looked at Yin Cen, "Brother Pingshan has a good literary talent, why don't you help me get a name too?"

Yin Cen smiled again. Looking at Chen Ji's serious and stubborn face, he thought about it in his heart. The handsome young man is not as dazzling as a scorching sun, but as dazzling as a silver light. Yin Cen said, "How about calling Lingyue?" ? Let the phoenix fly, followed by the sun and the moon."

"Lingyue." Both Chen Ji and Yin Cen chewed on the name, both felt it was very good, it was shining brightly and shining brightly.

Chen Ji's mind moved slightly, making the phoenix fly. This is a magnificent and free implication. He remembered what Yin Cen had mentioned to him in a few short sentences. In the endless rainy days of spring, I suddenly want to be with Yin Cen, so I can ride the horse across the river and express the inexplicable blockage in my heart.

The older he grows up, the more cautious he must be. Even in this imperial city where everyone lives cautiously, as a prince, he has no qualifications to be an exception, but Yin Cen is not. Although he is by his side every day, he is good at Unscrupulous outside the Great Wall, he used to fight with slashers and horses, unlike himself, who has been wearing invisible shackles since birth, and will always wear them. These shackles are called princes, princes, and everyone is in these shackles He bowed his head and proclaimed himself a minister, with ulterior motives.

Chen Ji's eyes burst out with crystal light, and his flickering eyes stared at Yin Cen, "Let's go for a horse race in the suburbs!"

Yin Cen seemed to have read his mind, didn't even ask why it was raining, arranged his clothes, and strode into the rain with his umbrella unopened.

Yijianmei is still as vigorous as flying, and Chen Ji's horse is named Haifeng, one man and one horse, one green and one black, and they rushed out of the city gate in a blink of an eye.

The royal family has a special racecourse in the suburbs, and they don't want to go there this time, they just want to find a strange and open place that no one knows, where the mountains and rivers will not grow old, and the world will change color.

Yin Cen was galloping ahead, the rain had already wet his clothes, densely covering the sight ahead, the road ahead was foggy, and he galloped forward regardless, he had worn night clothes countless times in this giant Flying on the roof of the big city, seeing the livelihood of the people and the secrets of the officials, but never like this moment, he let himself be so needlessly exposed between the sky and the earth, he hid himself, wishing to live as a shadow, and now During this heart-piercing rush, the beating heart in his chest seemed to remind him that you are still yourself, and you have never forgotten anything.

Chen Ji was behind him, and a roaring voice came out mixed with water vapor, "Yin Pingshan!"

"Haha," Yin Cen laughed loudly without looking back, "Chen Lingyue!"

"Yin Pingshan!"

"Chen Lingyue!"

These two simple names seem to be a declaration that from today onwards, our fates are intertwined, we rely on each other, and we are no longer afraid of all the people in this world trying to figure out their fortunes.

I don't know how far I ran, but when I stopped, it was already a completely strange place. The rain gradually subsided, there were farmlands all around, and there was a flat green hill at the end of the winding road, and the smoke from the farmhouse at the foot of the mountain blended with the rain and fog. The whole Zhuangzi looked like a fairy house. generally.

Yin Cen and Chen Ji both got off their horses. Even though the spring rain was like ox hair, they were completely drenched after running. Seeing each other's wet appearance, they couldn't help laughing and trembling. The water beads flowed down their clothes like a rain curtain. As we went down, Yin Cen looked at the village and said to Chen Ji, "Let's try to see if there is any kind-hearted person who can take us in and have a hot meal?"

Chen Ji, a prince, has never been to such a remote village. He is delighted and curious at the moment,

Yin Cen naturally took Chen Ji's hand, it was as cold as ice at the moment, he rubbed it in the palm of his hand, the two of them were covered in water, not a single inch of warmth could be found.

It happened that a family opened the courtyard door, and the uncle who was carrying a load of firewood was about to enter the door. When he saw the two people who were soaked, he was shocked, "Why are you drenched like this? Come in and warm yourself by the fire. Don't look at the spring. You can't get wet in the rain, and you will fall ill after a while."

Yin Cen said with a smile, "Uncle, didn't you just brave the rain to collect firewood?"

The uncle chuckled, "We are used to it, and besides, we can have a warm roast when we go home. You can see that he is a son from the capital. He has been drenched like this. He won't be able to lie down for ten and a half months when he goes back. Don't say so much. Come in and let him Your aunt will get you some hot firewood and hot water."

After finishing speaking, he dragged the two of them into the house, and a woman who was cooking in a headscarf hurried out from the stove to take a look. She was not at all surprised that her man brought back a stranger, but she also looked drenched by the two of them. Startled, he said to the little boy who was helping to light the fire, "Xiao Hu, go to the cubicle and build a fire, and let the two young masters roast the clothes, I'm afraid you will get sick in this dress."

The boy named Xiaohu was really a tiger-headed boy. He took a few pieces of burning firewood from the stove, got them to the next room, and carried a small bundle of dried logs into it. After a while, the small fire was ignited. At the door of the station room, the little hands greeted Yin Cen and Chen Ji to hurry over.

The two entered the house, and Xiaohu left a pile of dry firewood by the fire for them to add by themselves, and then went to help his mother cook.

Yin Cen looked at the room, it seemed to be a room used to smoke meat in the winter moon, and the fire pit in the middle was also in the shape he was used to. He called Chen Ji to approach the fire, and the two of them sat on low stools and removed all the moisture. clothes.

It was already dark outside, only a pile of firewood was dancing in the room, Yin Cen took off his black outer robe, and inside was a goose gray gown, loosened the tie of the gown, and only a moon white undershirt was left.

A slender collarbone lay across his shoulders. Chen Ji looked along the direction of the collarbone, and looked all the way into his clothes. The water drops from Yin Cen's temples slid down his cheeks, and then condensed into a tiny bead, which fell into the recess of the collarbone... ...Chen Ji suddenly wanted to suck that drop of water, the thin water glides on his skin, his heart is like that spring water, winding, tossing, hard to control.

Yin Cen turned his head and saw Chen Ji staring at him blankly, his clothes were still wet, he frowned and smiled, and leaned over to help him, just as his hands touched the belt of his coat, Chen Ji seemed to have just recovered, and suddenly jumped from the short Standing up on the stool, he took a step back and said, "I, I, I will do it myself."

Yin Cen didn't know what happened to this kid today, so he let go of his hands, shook off his black shirt and robe, and covered the fire with a fire to roast carefully.

Chen Ji also shook off his azure coat, and faced Yin Cen across the fire, steaming water soon rose from his robe.

The fire light reflected on Yin Cen's face, the snow-white face revealed a tinge of clear and warm color, like red but not red, the shadow of the flame danced in the corner of his eyes, the eyelashes drooping like clouds seemed to be like butterflies, and further down was the thin Like the two lips of willow leaves, Chen Ji discovered for the first time that there was a very small and light mole on the corner of Yin Cen's lips. As he spoke, he faintly poked and seduced people. Chen Ji's gaze went from eyebrow to eye, rubbing straight The bridge of the nose was steep, and two petals were crimson. The lips were slightly protruding in the middle, as if they contained a small jade bead. The lips opened their mouths and said to him, "What's wrong with you? Could it be that you have a fever?"

Chen Ji's face was flushed, Yin Cen covered his forehead with the back of his hand, it was really hot, and he blamed himself for taking him out for a horse race in heavy rain.

Xiaohu poked his head in and shouted that the meal was ready, and the two elder brothers went out to eat before coming back to bake clothes.

Both Yin Cen and Chen Ji were wearing long gowns inside. When they went out, they saw the farmer's aunt cooking a big pot of steaming rice porridge and some wild vegetables. While stirring the rice porridge with spoons, she said to them, "Hurry up and drink a big bowl each. Ginger is put in it to get rid of the cold."

The two responded in succession, and one of them filled a large bowl with the dishes cooked in a large iron pot, and ate until fine sweat broke out on his forehead. The aunt was relieved when she saw this, and said, "It's all right now, If you're sweating, you won't fall ill."

Yin Cen went to touch Chen Ji's forehead again, and found that it had returned to normal. He said strangely, "Your body recovers too quickly."

Chen Ji chuckled, hiding his embarrassment.

After eating, the clothes of the two of them were almost completely dry. At this time, the rain was over and the wind was bright, and a crescent moon was on the top of the tree. It was a clear and bright spring night. The two said goodbye to the farmer and his wife. He gave Xiaohu a silver coin as a reward, got on his horse, and walked out of the village along the winding road.

There was a sound of frogs on the side of the road, and there was a dense starry sky after the clouds cleared up. The air was moist and mixed with fresh soil and the fragrance of flowers. The two walked slowly on the horse, as if they were reluctant to let this leisurely spring night slip away too quickly. Yin Cen asked, "Ah Has Yue ever been to Jiangnan?"

"Never." Chen Ji replied, "Beyond the Great Wall, Jiangnan, Mobei, and Hainan are all just dreams."

Thinking of the many unfreedoms of being a prince, Yin Cen also sighed in his heart and said, "Since you have entered the court, you will always find a chance to travel all over the country in the future."

Entering the court... Chen Ji thought in his heart, even though he only stood in the early court every day to listen to the ministers discussing matters, he already felt the indescribable treachery and danger above the court, he said, "If there is such a day, Brother Pingshan will definitely beside me."

Yin Cen glanced at him, the boy's eyes were no darker than Xinghui, he nodded, as if recalling the past, "Naturally, every year there will be a long rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River, called Huangmeitian, when the rain falls on the bluestone slabs, green moss will grow, especially Slippery...after this yellow plum day, it's a good season to eat red bayberry."

Chen Ji wondered, "Brother Pingshan seems to have lived in the south of the Yangtze River, but didn't my brother grow up outside the Great Wall?"

For some reason, Yin Cen recalled the memory from a long, long time ago tonight, perhaps because of the rare relaxation after the horse race, and being far away from the capital, it brought back the most ancient image in his heart.

He just replied indifferently, "I grew up outside the Great Wall, and I especially yearn for Jiangnan in my heart. When I catch businessmen from Jiangnan, I always like to chase after them."

"So that's how it is. From then on, we bought a big house in Jiangnan and lived there for a while every spring." Chen Ji's eyes were childish, but he spoke very seriously.

Yin Cen smiled, as if it was really a dream that could come true.

Returning to the capital without knowing it, and entering the city gate, both of them immediately felt another atmosphere of caution and restraint, that comfortable, idle and endlessly imaginative spring night was over.

As the horse passed through the streets and alleys of the city, Yin Cen glanced at the depths of the alley at a certain intersection. He suddenly wanted to take Chen Ji to see Shen Cang, and bring the one cherished by his side to another cherished person. There are only two people left in the world who need to be protected, and he really wants to let them know each other.

Just a thought in my heart, the horse has already galloped forward.

In the depths of the alley, Shen Cang was holding a pot of wine, standing in the courtyard looking at the stars and the moon, and finally said in a low voice with a vicissitudes of life, "Happy birthday."

The author has something to say:

so sweet, so sweet, so sweet

Yin Pingshan

Chen Lingyue

I finally grew up~