At first, Chang An thought that he had never seen anything, and made a fuss.
After the two of them carried the dying merman back to the cave, the whole tribe, men, women, young and old, gathered together. They didn't even take care of the food, and they all pointed and made a fuss around the unconscious merman.
Shanxi: "What did he use to breathe in the water?"
Kazuo: "Don't they usually wear clothes? Soaking in the water all day, isn't it cold?"
Lu Quan: "Hey? Why doesn't he have scales?"
This boy Lu Da was even more ignorant, he even forgot to practice his knife, he leaned over and looked around for a long time, then secretly tore Chang An's clothes, and asked: "Do you think he is a man or a woman? Do they divide men and women? "
This question was so stupid that Chang An didn't even want to answer it, so he thought that he was actually relatively well-informed, at least he could tell the difference between a man and a big girl.
Suo Laimu still looked like an outsider, and didn't join in the fun, picking out the seafood brought by Huayi and Chang'an outside the crowd.
Before he started, he inserted a stick of wood, worshiped the sea god he had just met, and then said: "It is said that the mermaids of the East China Sea are all very beautiful. When they cry, tears fall from their eyes, and they will Turn into orbs in the bottom of the sea, and when they sing, even the fiercest fish will stop preying, and all living things will be attracted by their singing and linger."
Chang An asked: "Really?"
Suo Laimu raised his head and gave him a white look in his busy schedule: "Of course it's fake - the beads are spit out from grinning mussels, try singing a song with your mouth open, and see if the wolf bites you - I said Hua Yi Kuai takes care of your silly son, he will believe whatever others say, and in the future, a piece of candy can be abducted, so what should we do?"
Hua Yi asked slowly: "God stick, you're getting tight again, aren't you?"
Suo Laimu gave a "tsk". Then, with a flash of his eyes, he saw a small pile of strange-looking shells, the size of a child's palm, fan-shaped, and the shells were very colorful and beautiful. When he held them in his hand, there were circles of halos of different colors shining on them.
If it is in a dense forest, the more colorful the thing is, the more poisonous it is. Seeing Suolaimu looking at the shell over and over again, Hua Yi asked worriedly: "Why? Can't you eat it?"
The expression on Suo Laimu's face was a little weird, he seemed to want to laugh, but tried his best to hold it back, so it was a little wretched - of course, his expression was always very wretched, so everyone else was not surprised.
Suo Laimu threw the shell back into the pile of shells, shook his head, and said: "It's not that bad, it's a good thing... You've seen it before, and the five-color powder is ground with the shell of this thing, and the meat is also good." It's nothing, it's not a big problem to cook soup, but young people with full blood should eat less."
Hua Yi: "..."
Chang'an asked, "What are the five dispersions?"
Suo Laimu looked at him kindly and said: "That is an excellent thing, eating it can make people feel ecstatic."
Chang'an didn't know what the meaning of "feel like a fairy after eating it" meant, and he wanted to get to the root of the problem, but Hua Yi suddenly patted him on the shoulder and pointed behind him: "Hey, that tearful son of a bitch Luo Tong looked at him eagerly. I've been looking at you for a long time, and when I see him, I get dizzy, so hurry up and see if he wants to nurse or cry."
Chang An had no choice but to stand up and walk towards Qing Liang, but when Qing Liang saw him, he was like a mouse seeing a cat. When he saw him approaching, Qing Liang immediately ran away with a pale face.
By the time Chang An returned, he had already forgotten about it.
It snowed again in the evening, and people sealed the entrance of the cave with leather. Although it was still cold in the cave, for those who escaped from the volcano and earthquake, it was safe to sit here and have a big pot of hot fish soup Drinking, it is already a day like a fairy.
Chang An was sparring with Lu Da with a fake wooden knife—basically, he sat there and used the fake knife to cut Lu Da sideways without moving.
Hua Yi filled a large bowl of fish soup, fished it out for a long time, and took out half a bowl of that "special" shellfish, and brought it to Chang'an with malicious intentions: "Chang'an, don't fight, rest for a while, Come over and eat."
Suo Lai murmured disdainfully: "You are really shameless."
Hua Yi chuckled and said: "It's okay, I'm reluctant, I'll accept it."
Suo Laimu lowered his voice: "What are you going to do? Isn't it my brother, is it going to be changed again?"
Hua Yi lowered his eyes: "Anyway, people have to be mine, and other loves are what they are."
Suo Laimu got used to him, and couldn't see his complacency, so he sneered and said: "It's a beautiful idea. Although he is a sub-beast, he must be capable and capable, and he must have a good appearance. Naturally, some people like it. You have to be cheap... "
He couldn't finish his speech because Hua Yi glanced at him.
There was still a smile on Hua Yi's face, but his eyes were like cold iron scraping on the ice and snow. Suo Laimu suddenly had the illusion that he accidentally violated the territory of a big beast.
... It's just a few jokes casually, and I'm in a hurry.
Chang An dropped the wooden knife, gave Lu Da a few casual pointers, and walked over unsuspectingly to take the bowl of soup.
Seeing that Suolaimu opened his mouth to speak, Hua Yi immediately blocked his mouth with quick eyes and hands, and easily dragged away the fleshless sub-beast: "You haven't worshiped the God of Cookery today, as the god of all Messenger of God, if you are so disrespectful, be careful that he will choke you to death when he gets angry."
Suo Laimu struggled unsuccessfully and had nothing to do, so he thought smugly that he would pay a visit to the "bad god" in person, and begged him to quickly take away the disciple who ran out.
Hua Yi tidied up Suo Laimu, who was planning to ruin his good deeds, and when he came back, he found that Chang An had already finished a bowl of soup, and was picking fishbone and gnawing fish meat unconsciously, and immediately smiled like a tear on his face. like a flower. Seeing Aye, he hurriedly hid away with his job bowl in his arms. She had seen with her own eyes that their strange leader also had such a smile on his face when Suo Laimu was asleep and stuffed small crabs into his hat.
As night fell, Chang An always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, it just seemed that there was something itchy on his body. He scratched his back, but he couldn't figure it out. In the end, he had to hug His knife fell asleep uncomfortably.
But this night, he couldn't sleep well, and was awakened by chaotic dreams in the middle of the night. He woke up, and found that his lower body seemed to be wet, and it was cold and chilly.
Chang An sat in the dark for a while, unable to explain what was going on, but seemed to know something vaguely.
He was a little confused at first, and then seemed to be ashamed, but after a while, the expression on his face sank again, the corners of his eyes and lips appeared rosier than usual for some reason, but there was an inexplicable expression. Sadness.
Chang An got up lightly, cleaned himself up in a place where no one was around, and walked outside in the snow and ice alone.
It was so cold that I couldn't see the stars or the moon. Only when I listened carefully, I could hear the movement of the sea on the other side of the mountain. In the gloomy night sky, he suddenly felt the emptiness in his heart uncontrollably.
It was a kind of emptiness that even swords and halberds could not fill, which made him melancholy out of thin air.
At this time, a shawl made of animal skin was put on him, and Hua Yi came out of the cave somehow, sat down beside him, wrapped his shoulders into his arms, patted him hard, and asked He said: "What are you doing out here in the ice and snow? Do you think your health is too good and you want to find some illness?"
Chang An didn't say a word.
Hua Yi suddenly came over, sniffed his neck vigorously, then showed a tacit smirk, and whispered in his ear: "I seem to smell 'masculine', I said Why do you run out in the middle of the night... Sigh, is this a good thing, grown-ups, men will do this when they grow up. Come, tell me, what did you dream about?"
Chang An remained silent.
Hua Yi bumped him affectionately with his shoulder: "Why, are you still embarrassed?"
The blush on Chang An's face was quickly blown away by the cold wind. His face was as pale as a dummy made of ice and snow. His eyebrows were very neat, as if they had been trimmed with a knife. No, it was long as if it was going to be buried in the hair. The roundness that belonged to a child on his face had disappeared at some point, and he became a handsome young man. But from a certain angle, this kind of youthful handsomeness It is mixed with a bit of indescribable beauty—it is the still and delicate beauty of the beauties in the hands of painters in the southern mainland.
Hua Yi's throat moved slightly, looking at him, his chest seemed to be on fire, making him want to move.
But Chang An suddenly sighed, stretched out his hand and wiped his face - this action was learned from Suo Laimu, Suo Laimu probably thought too much, always like a tired person trying to cheer up.
"I dreamed that Alan came over with a nice dress and said she made it for me." Chang'an said in a low voice, "She stared straight at me, but as soon as I saw her eyes, I remembered She has been washed away by the flood. She looked at me like that at that time, and I always thought she was going to cry, but... "
When he spoke here, his words became lower and lower, so that people could not hear the words below. However, Hua Yi felt as if someone had poured cold water on him, and the evil fire in his heart was instantly extinguished so that even ashes could not be seen.
After a while, Chang'an said in a low voice: "No one will make clothes for me in the future, if Alan..."
He wanted to say, "It would be great if Alan didn't die", but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them out. Chang'an knew that if a person is gone, he is gone, and no matter how reluctant he is, he can't keep it. He said these few words as if they were plain, as usual, he was so easy to feed himself that he was innocent and ruthless, he could do whatever he wanted with food and drink, and he didn't care much about anything, but... he could be called People can hear the little bit of youthful loneliness in it.
Some things are okay when I think about them in my heart, but when I say them, I feel sad like adding fuel to the fire. Changan noticed it, so he shut his mouth and didn't want to say any more. He rubbed his frozen hands in the cold wind, and said to Hua Yi: "If there is still wine, I'd like to have a sip, but unfortunately...it's cold, I'm going back."
Hua Yi obediently let go of his shoulders, then sat on the snow, watched him turn and return to the cave, and then lowered his head. At that moment, the expression on his face was very strange, as if he was forcibly suppressing something, and the suppression was a bit ferocious.