Even if there is a room full of fragrant girls standing and sitting like this, the air will not be fresh, let alone these smelly old men.
It didn't take long for the air in the tent to become cloudy, but it didn't affect their voices in the slightest. They argued endlessly about this "wah wah wah" and that "ah ah". Chang An quickly yawned. He shrank back to make himself less conspicuous. He leaned against a corner, then raised one knee, lowered his head, and covered his face with his arms crossed on his knees, and began to Doze off intently.
He sneaked in a sleepless night, and it happened that the old orc Budong who guarded the tower with him that day had a dispute with Kazuo.
One said that he wanted to chase them out of the city, and then closed the city gates, chasing after the black wind, and the other said that the good city gates should not be poked there, that would be a fool.
The two started first, and they would pretend to be polite to present the facts and reason. After a while, they quarreled and began to talk about each other.
Kazuo pointed at the tip of Bouton's nose and cursed: "You old bastard, you will hide behind the city wall, you are a shy bastard!"
Bu Dong said: "You know a fart!"
Kazuo stood up and slapped the small table with his big hands: "You are afraid of trouble! Don't dare to come out and go back to your own tent. Don't throw it in front of others as a shame!"
Bu Dong continued: "You know what a fart!"
As soon as Kazuo lifted the table with his hand, all the people in the circle were forced to stand up. He yelled with his eyes akimbo: "According to what you said, we will never have a good life in our life. Today, we beat people back through the city wall." , Tomorrow they are in a good mood or have nothing to do, and they will come again, don’t you farm, fish, or hunt? Follow them all day long?”
Bu Dong sat empty behind the overturned table, and raised his eyelids when he heard the words: "Did I mean that?"
Then he gave Kazuo a mocking look, and added forcefully: "You know a fart!"
Kazuo strode over, probably feeling that he couldn't understand what he said, and wanted to fight with the other party. Of course, Hua Yi couldn't let the two of them beat each other in front of so many people, and he couldn't stand it anymore, so he secretly stretched out His foot tripped him, and Kazuo didn't check for a while, he jumped forward and bumped into Chang'an's elbow.
Kazuo knocked his forehead on the hard bone of the young man, and yelled "Aw". Chang An's arm was knocked off his knee by him, and he hit his face. Woke up, frowning, raising his eyes with an impatient and confused expression.
Kazuo stared at him for a moment, then yelled in disbelief, "You actually fell asleep! How could you fall asleep with such a big thing?"
Chang'an: "..."
He was silent for a while, with a gloomy face, he raised his foot calmly and kicked Kazuo out.
Fortunately, Kazuo's attention was not on him the next moment, and after jumping up, he rushed towards Budong aggressively: "You old bastard!"
"Oh, pull away." Hua Yi waved his hands helplessly, leaned back, leaned on the back of the chair, and sighed. Every time he saw Kazuo, he would lose his judgment on his intelligence, because always It will spontaneously give birth to an indelible sense of superiority.
Suo Laimu smiled at him pointingly: "The king of beasts."
Hua Yi rolled his eyes at him, turned to Chang'an again, and said weakly, "Why are you sleepy so early, are you impatient to listen to us?"
Chang An didn't feel that it was inappropriate for him to doze off at the meeting place in public, so he nodded very frankly.
Hua Yi's breath was choked in his throat, and he didn't know what to do. He choked for a while, and could only say: "Oh, you... you'd better go back to sleep early."
Chang An rubbed his eyes, he had been waiting for his words, and immediately stood up happily after hearing the words.
He has no opinion on the war, so he can't express it. He just finds these people who have nothing to provoke him very annoying.
However, since he was very young, Chang An understood the truth that one person cannot decide what others will do. He thinks that he is probably a little stupid, without the ability to think ahead and take into account the overall situation, and he is always unable to figure out other people's hearts clearly. . Others bully him, despise him, or take care of him, treat him well, these are things that he cannot foresee or decide.
Chang An can understand and let go—only by making himself stronger can he deal with these things beyond his control with ease, and personally settle the good and evil he has judged, so that he can live peacefully... just like him When I was a child, when I heard the carpenter tell the truth about Zhe Yan's death, I suddenly felt an uncontrollable resentment and viciousness in my heart. Only when the screams of those people were all disappeared in the fire, did they subside by themselves.
This is a road he found for himself, so even if he only holds a small piece of iron in his hand, he dares to trespass on Yufeng Mountain, even if his bones are born with bad bones, he can still never relax Pass the knife in hand.
Hua Yi stared dumbfounded at Chang An and just nodded like that, then left without saying a word, and finally couldn't help but whispered to Suo Laimu: "How heartless he is!"
Suo Laimu raised his eyelids and glanced at him, and said lazily: "Heartless, but he can tell the good from the bad, not much better than the wicked and the wolf-hearted? Leader, let me tell you, don't you Shy face is cheap and good."
Hua Yi smiled "hehe" with a shy face.
Then he became serious, reached out and knocked on the table, coughed lightly, and started to talk about business: "How many people do we have?"
Shan Xi, who had been watching the bustle, said silently: "Excluding the women, children, artisans and farmers who can't fight, and those who are injured and sick, there are now a total of 308 people."
Shanxi was laughing and joking, talking outside but knowing inside. When the two of them said this, the other jumping up and down couldn't help but quiet down. In the north, a tribe counts all men, women and children. There are about a hundred people. It is not considered very small anymore. In the eyes of others, their tribe can now be said to be a strong army.
Hua Yi was silent for a moment, resting his hand on his chin, and after a while he said softly and meaningfully: "There are so few people."
The lights in the tent where the discussion was held that day remained on until midnight, and when everyone dispersed, the sky was almost turning white.
Hua Yi put his hands together on the small heating stove, and followed the people out, as if to give them a ride. Suo Laimu couldn't help but asked, "Why are you so polite today? It's almost dawn, why don't you lie down for a while?"
On the surface, Hua Yi sent them all out, but in fact, his sincerity was limited. He turned in another direction after walking thirty steps. Hearing this, he turned his head and gave Suolaim a disdainful look, and said triumphantly: "It's cold, what's the fun in lying down by yourself? You don't understand."
The old bachelor Suo Laimu was so angry.
Chang'an was suddenly awakened by a person who lived here. He had lived in the tribe all year round, and he no longer had the habit of scurrying around in the dense forest. However, even with bare hands, he would still react instinctively.
The other person was not awake, but his movements were so awake that he could no longer be sober. He turned over and pinned the man down, and his veined hand was already pressing on the other party's throat.
Then after taking a closer look like this, I found that Hua Yi was lying there looking at him with a smile on his face, he was strangling his neck indifferently, his hands fumbled around his waist, and lightly rubbed on his back. Lightly clapped twice, whispered: "What are you doing? Murder your own husband?"
Chang'an let go of his hand, and asked curiously, "You? What's the matter?"
Hua Yi's eyes flickered, and the salty pig's hand that was rubbing on Chang'an's back dishonestly reached into his clothes. His fingers were a little cold, and Chang'an shivered, and he became more awake. Hua Yi suddenly pushed him off his body, put his palm on his neck, lowered his head and kissed his forehead, and said in a low voice: "Hey, let me ask you, can I take off your pants now?" ?”
From a theoretical point of view, it is obviously possible, but Hua Yi's face is so cheap, and what he does is so undignified, so Chang'an blurted out without a teacher: "You are always thinking about my pants for nothing. ?”
Hua Yi corrected: "Who cares about your ragged pants? What I worry about is how to take off your pants."
Chang An frowned, feeling very awkward, what good things could there be under his pants? He thought to himself: This guy Hua Yi has nothing serious in his mind.
... At this time, he forgot who was dreaming about Spring and Autumn in the discussion tent.
Hua Yi rascal said: "Not yet? You said it yourself..."
Chang An didn't want to entangle this issue stickily, he thought that being a human being should not be as unhappy as Zhe Yan, who seemed to hold back a carful of words all day long, but frowning silently waiting for others to understand.
So Chang An restrained his awkwardness, waved his hands very generously and said: "Okay, okay, take it off if you like, take a good look at what's more than you, so that you don't have to worry about it all day long."
He was unrestrained, it was a matter of a man's dignity, Hua Yi angrily slapped him on the buttocks: "Is it so difficult for you to speak a human language?"
Chang An was silent for a moment, but he couldn't figure out what offended him, so he said helplessly, "You are really difficult to serve."
Hua Yi grinned grimly and said, "Then I'll take good care of you."
His hand lingering around Chang'an's waist had long been warmed by the other's skin, and it got into Chang'an's pants like a swimming fish. Chang'an was shocked, and a strange feeling came from a place that had never been touched by anyone. He resisted the urge to grab Hua Yi's hand, and unconsciously arched his body.
Hua Yi lowered his head and kissed his lips, but this time he was not very gentle, and forcefully opened Chang An's chin, as if to let him know how powerful he was, and a gust of wind swept away the fallen leaves.