Chang Geng took the boiled medicine smoothly and entered his little foster father’s house.
Only a dim little oil lamp was lit in Shen Sixteen’s room, and the halo was as big as a firefly.
He was sitting by the window, most of his face sinking under the shadow of the lamp, only a little clue was revealed, and he was about to rest. Shen Sixteen did not stand upright, his head was disheveled, and the corners of his eyes and earlobes were growing under his ears. A small cinnabar mole, like a needle pierced. The only light in the room was collected by him and held in the pair of small moles, almost burning the eyes.
Looking at people under the light can add three more colors than usual.
Everyone has the love of beauty. Even if he is used to seeing it, Chang Geng’s breath still cannot help but he blinked quickly, as if he was about to blink the dazzling cinnabar mole out of his eyelids. Cleared his throat, raised his voice and said: “Sixteen, take medicine.”
The young man was changing his voice, and it was a bit difficult to talk to the half-deaf, but fortunately, this time Shen Shili heard it, and the urinating xun stopped abruptly.
Shen Shiliu narrowed his eyes to see Chang Geng who was standing at the door: “Who is it called whether it is big or small?”
He is actually seven or eight years older than Chang Gung. He hasn’t gotten married yet. He probably has some knowledge of his nature of being muddy and not going to the wall. He is ready to marry a wife and is alone, and finally hits him. Such a cheap son who doesn’t need him to feed, wants to stand firmly, and always emphasize his “daddy” identity.
Chang Geng ignored him and cautiously brought the medicine bowl to him: “Drink while it’s hot, it’s getting late, lie down immediately after drinking.”
Shen Sixteen put the Xun aside and took the medicine bowl: “White-eyed wolf, isn’t it good for me to be a son? Bai is so good to you.”
He had no trouble drinking the medicine. Obviously he was used to it. He drank it and took two mouthfuls of the mouthwash that Chang Geng handed him. It’s fun for you, come here.”
After finishing speaking, Shen Shiliu bent down and fumbled around on the desk. He couldn’t see clearly, and the tip of his nose was almost rubbing against the desk. Chang Geng had no choice but to say, “What are you looking for? I’ll come.”
Next, he couldn’t help but complained: “I’m so old, what are you doing all the time getting a bunch of things to tease me?”
With that time, it’s better to make less mess, so that I have time to learn more and useful—the latter words circled in Chang Geng’s heart, and when it came to his mouth, it felt a bit hurtful, so I didn’t say it.
Shen Sixteen, as a slumber of four or six, just wasted his time. He still had to drag Chang Geng with him. He was either asked to go to the fair or dragged him to ride a horse. One time he didn’t know where to pick up one.” “Puppy” for him-then Mr. Shen made his face turn green in fright, and he dared not to distinguish between the blind wolfhound, and what he carried back was a little wolf pup.
Xu Baihu was not at home all year round and he was dull. Although he was very good to Chang Geng, he did not communicate with his stepson often. Counting that, the two crucial two years when Chang Geng was twelve or thirteen years old seemed to have been in Shen. Sixteen spent by this unreliable foster father.
How much concentration does it take to grow from a hairy child to a young man who is facing the wind in Yushu?
Chang Gung can hardly bear to look back.
He was not born with a playful temperament. He had his own plan for everything. He was also very strict in execution. He didn’t like being disturbed by others. He was often very annoyed by Shen Sixteen.
But irritation usually doesn’t last long, because Shen Sixteen doesn’t just take advantage of him verbally, it really hurts him as a son.
One year, Chang Gung suffered a serious illness. Xu Baihu was not at home as usual. The doctor said it was dangerous. It was the little foster father who took him home and guarded him day and night for three days.
Every time Sixteen goes out, no matter how far or near, and no matter what he is doing, he will always bring some gadgets to Chang Geng. Chang Geng doesn’t love gadgets, but he can’t help but love this at any time.
In short, Chang Gung’s anger will be extremely vigorous when he sees Sixteen every day, but he is always worried when he doesn’t see him.
Chang Geng sometimes thinks, although Shen Sixteen Shoulder can’t hold hands and can’t mention it, and writing is not a martial art, but in the future, there will be those who are fooled to look like him?
The little righteous father will always marry a wife and have children in the future, so if he has his own birth, will he still miss the one he recognizes?
Thinking of this matter, Chang Geng couldn’t tell. He found a square box on the Sixteen Table, briefly threw off his head and gave it to Shen Sixteen with lack of interest: “This? “
Shen Sixteen: “For you, open it and have a look.”
Maybe it’s a slingshot, maybe it’s a cheese wrapper, anyway, it’s not serious-Chang Geng took it apart without expectation, and said smoothly: “If I have a lot of money, I should save some flowers, besides, I…”
The next moment, he saw the contents of the box clearly, he shut his mouth suddenly, his eyes widened twice.
There is an iron clasp in that box!
The so-called “iron wrist buckle” is actually a part of the light armor in the military. It only wraps around the wrist, which is very convenient, so it is often removed and used separately. The iron wrist buckle is about four inches wide, and it can hide three to four small knives inside. The knives are made of special craftsmanship and are as thin as cicada wings. They are also called “silk in the sleeve”.
It is said that the moment when the best sleeve wire is punched out by the spring in the iron wrist buckle, it can split the hair a few feet away in two.
Chang Geng was pleasantly surprised: “Where did you get this…where did you get it?”
Shen Sixteen: “Shhh-don’t let Shen Yi hear it, this is not for fun, he sees it and is verbose-will he use it?”
Mr. Shen himself is watering the flowers in the courtyard, and he doesn’t hear anything. The people in the room can hear clearly, and there is really no way to take this half-deaf person who is saving others by himself.
Chang Geng learned how to dismantle the steel armor with Shen Yi, and skillfully put on the iron wrist buckle, only then did he discover the special features of this thing.
It’s not easy to make silk in sleeves. There are very few folks. Most of the iron wrist buckles on the market are old goods from the army. Of course, the size is also the size of an adult man. The one Shen Sixteen brought back is obviously more detailed. , Just suitable for young people.
Chang Geng was taken aback, Shen Sixteen knew what he was going to ask, and said slowly: “I heard the seller say that this is a defective product. There is nothing wrong with it, but the size is a bit smaller, and no one cares about it. This was sold to me for a cheap price, and I was useless. You can play with it. Just be careful and don’t hurt people.”
Chang Geng is a rare joy in his appearance: “Thank you…”
Shen Sixteen: “Who is to thank?”
Chang Geng exclaimed happily: “Foster father!”
“If you have milk, you are a mother, asshole.” Shen Shilu laughed, and carried him out on Chang Geng’s shoulder, “Go home, don’t wander around in the middle of the night in Ghost Moon.”
Chang Geng only remembered after hearing that, it turned out that this day was July 15th.
He walked back to his home along the corner door. The moment he stepped into the door, he suddenly felt that the Xun Shen Shizui was a bit familiar. Although the tune was running differently, he carefully recalled that there are faint folks crying at the funeral. The tune of “Send West”.
“Is it suitable for the scene?” Chang Geng thought silently.
Shen Sixteen sent Chang Geng away and looked down for a while, only then barely saw the outline of the threshold, and carefully stepped over to close the door.
Mr. Shen, who was waiting in the courtyard, put out his hand to support his elbow and led him to the house.
Mr. Shen: “The best iron wrist buckle made by black iron. The three sleeves in the sleeves are made by Master Qiu Lin himself. They have become out of print since the death of the master…Is it inferior?”
Sixteen did not answer.
Mr. Shen: “Okay, don’t pretend to be deaf and dumb to me-do you really want to raise him as a son?”
“Of course it’s true, I like this kid, benevolence,” the sixteen finally said, “that’s probably what he meant–if this kid can be adopted to me in the future, those people will be relieved. He can live a lot better on his own, won’t he have both?”
Mr. Shen was silent for a while, and said in a low voice: “First of all you have to make him not hate you-don’t you worry about it at all?”
Shen Shilu smiled, and pushed the door into the room with a mention of the hem of the robe.
He said with an **** face: “There are so many people who hate me.”
This night, the night river lights, the soul returns to the hometown.
In less than five hours, Chang Geng woke up in a hot, dry body, with a thin layer of sweat stuck to his back, and wet pants were also wet.
When every young man reaches maturity, he will experience such a panic-even if someone has guided him in advance.
But Chang Geng was neither panicked nor at a loss. He reacted indifferently. He just sat on the bed for a while, then got up and took care of it casually. With a little unnoticeable disgust on his face, he went out to fight. With a bucket of cold water, scrub the newly formed body from head to toe, take off the neatly folded clothes beside the pillow and change it, drank the tea overnight, and started the day’s homework as usual.
Chang Gung doesn’t know what other people are like.
But he didn’t actually have any spring/dream. What he dreamed was a heavy snow outside the pass that could freeze people into a coffin.
The wind that day passed by like white hairs, ruthlessly surging, the blood in the wound had not yet flowed out, it had already condensed into icy slag, the roar of the wolves went from far to near, but the sense of smell failed. The smell of non-bleeding, a breath of salty and sweet bone-chilling air when he breathed in, Chang Geng’s limbs were stiff, his lungs burned, and he thought he would have no bones in the snow.
But no.
When Chang Geng woke up again, he found himself being held in a cloak by a person.
He remembered that the man’s mouth was white, and there was a long and bitter medicine smell in his arms. Seeing that he was awake, he didn’t ask anything, just took out a hip flask and gave him a sip of wine.
I don’t know what kind of wine it was, but Chang Geng never tasted it again. I just remember that the burning knives outside the Guan were not as strong, like a ball of fire, rolling down his throat, and a single bite ignited the blood all over his body. .
That person is Sixteen.
The dream is too clear. In the dream, the hands of the sixteenth that hold him seem to be still attached to his body. Chang Geng is still at a loss to understand. Isn’t that person a sick child? How could there be such a steady and powerful hands in such a terrifying ice world?
Chang Geng lowered his head and glanced at the iron buckle on his wrist. He didn’t know what material this thing was made of. It was stuck on his body for a whole night, but it didn’t warm at all. With the coolness of cold iron, Chang Geng quietly waited for his restless heart and blood to calm down, chuckled, and threw off the absurd idea of ”Spring/Dream of a foster father”, and then lit the lamp to read as usual. .
Suddenly, there was a “rumbling” in the distance, and the ground and the small house shook. Chang Geng was taken aback, and then he remembered, counting the time, it should be the “Giant Kite” of the Northern Tour that is coming back soon.
The “Giant Kite” is a large ship over five thousand feet long. The ship has two wings on its back and is composed of thousands of “fire wings”. When the giant kite takes off, all the “fire wings” spew out together. The white steam is like a mountain like a tide, like a dream, each “fire wing” burns a big bowl of purple gold, shimmering in the vast smoke and red, like a fistful of lanterns at first glance.
Since the Beiman bowed his head to pay tribute 14 years ago, every year on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, there are a dozen giant kites starting from the major border towns to patrol the north, each taking a predetermined route to deter thousands of miles, and the barbarians have a little change Be able to discern the details.
In addition to deterrence and inspections, Ju Yuan is also responsible for escorting the Sui Gong from various tribes of Beiman back to the DPRK, mainly the “Zi Liujin”.
A giant kite is full of nearly a million catties of purple gold, and even the footsteps when it comes back are a bit heavier than when it was gone, and the loud noise of fire wings can be heard twenty to thirty miles away.
The giant kite of the Northern Tour departed on the first month, and it took half a year to go, and only returned when the fire broke out.