"Two bowls of Laba porridge."
Lang Junxia finished his words, and the warm lights around him lit up. Duan Ling was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. He turned around in a daze, but was woken up by Lang Junxia.
In the guest room of the station, Xiao Er brought two bowls of Laba porridge, Lang Junxia handed it to Duan Ling, Duan Ling drank it again, his eyes rolled around, and he peeked at Lang Junxia.
"Are you still hungry?" Lang Junxia asked.
Duan Ling looked at him distrustfully, Lang Junxia sat on the bed, but Duan Ling shrank back into the bed with a nervous expression on his face.
Lang Junxia has never taken care of children before, his expression is a little puzzled, and he has no candy to coax children. After thinking about it, he untied the jade Huang around his waist and said, "This is for you."
Yuhuang was crystal clear, like a cut candy, but Duan Ling didn't dare to pick it up, and his eyes moved from Yuhuang to Lang Junxia's face.
"Take it if you want." Lang Jun replied.
His words were warm, but his voice had no emotion. He held the jade with his fingers and handed it to Duan Ling.
Duan Ling received it nervously, looking over and over again, his eyes moved to Lang Junxia's face again.
"Who are you?" Duan Ling suddenly remembered someone and asked, "You... are you my father?"
Lang Junxia didn't answer. Duan Ling had heard countless rumors about his father. Some people said that his father was a monster in the mountains, some people said that his father was a beggar, and some people said that his father would come back to pick him up one day. .
However, Lang Junxia replied, "No, I disappointed you, I am not."
Duan Ling didn't think so, but he was not disappointed. Lang Junxia seemed to be thinking, and when he recovered, he let him lie down, covered him with a quilt, and said, "Sleep."
The wind and snow formed a whining echo in Duan Ling's ears. Runan City was forty miles away. Duan Ling was injured all over. As soon as he fell asleep, he was suddenly beaten in his dream, and then he began to have nightmares. .
He sometimes twitched all over his body, sometimes screamed and shivered.
Lang Junxia made a floor at first, but in the second half of the night, seeing Duan Ling's nightmare, he slept next to him. Whenever he stretched out his hand, he would hold him tightly with a warm big hand. After repeating this several times, Duan Lingfang calmed down.
The next day, Lang Junxia called for hot water to bathe Duan Ling and wipe his body. Duan Ling was skinny, with scars on his arms and legs. The old wounds had not healed, and there were new wounds on the wounds, which caused a tingling pain when soaked in hot water. However, the sting was nothing, Duan Ling just focused on playing with the jade Huang in his hand.
Duan Ling: "Are you sent by my father?"
"Shh." Lang Junxia put his index finger in front of his lips and said, "Don't ask, don't ask anything, I'll tell you later."
"When someone asks you, you answer that your surname is Duan, and your father's name is Duan Sheng." Lang Junxia said, "You and I are from Shangzi Duan's family. Your father was a businessman in Shangjing and Xichuan, and entrusted you to your uncle's house. How old are you now? You know, your father sent me to pick you up and take you to Beijing to study, understand?"
Lang Junxia put the wound medicine on Duan Ling, put on a single coat, and wrapped in a slightly larger mink fur, let him sit down and look into his eyes.
Duan Ling was dubious, looked at Lang Junxia, and finally nodded after a while.
"Tell me once."
"My father's name is Duan Sheng."
The horse galloped towards the river bank, Lang Junxia turned over and dismounted, led the horse at the frozen ferry, and carried Duan Ling across the river.
"I'm Shangzi Duan's family..." Duan Ling repeated.
"Come to Beijing to study..." Duan Ling was drowsy and staggered immediately.
Thousands of miles away, under the Yubi Pass, Li Jianhong moved forward with difficulty.
He was covered in bruises, staggered, and had multiple fractures all over his body. The only people who accompanied him were the sword on his back and the red rope tied around his neck.
The red rope is wearing a pendant, the pendant is crystal clear, it is a pure white jade.
A gust of wind came and swept away the snow on Yuhuang, revealing a warm glow in the dark.
At the far end of the world, on another jade yellow, there seems to be a powerful force calling. It is the Xianbei Mountains that cannot be crossed by goshawks, and the Dongquan River that fish cannot swim. That force is on the other side of the river. . It's a tie, and it's destiny.
That power seems to be rooted in his soul, flowing in his blood, supporting him to move forward with difficulty.
In the wind and snow, there seems to be a sound that is gradually approaching, is it a wolf rushing in the wilderness, or a whirlwind that destroys the world
"Go to the sky!" Li Jianhong roared.
A black horse with snow-white hooves raised its snow powder and galloped towards him.
"Ben Xiao!"
The neighing sound of the war horse cut through the sky and rushed towards Li Jianhong. Li Jianhong dragged the horse's reins and used all his strength to get on the horse and crouch on the horse's back.
"Go!" Li Jianhong shouted, disappearing into the snow together with Ben Xiao.
Crossing the river, crossing the river, and heading north again, there are more people along the way, but the weather is getting colder and colder. Lang Junxia repeatedly taught Duan Ling not to talk about his experience to the outside world. When Duan Ling was familiar with him, Lang Junxia told him some interesting things about going to Zi, which was funny. Duan Ling gradually forgot his worries and his pain.
Duan Ling's nightmare was like his injuries, which were gradually healing. When the wound on his back scabbed and the outer scab fell off, leaving a few faint marks, Lang Junxia finally ended this long journey, and Duan Ling also I saw the most prosperous city I have ever seen.
The terrace is illuminated by the sea, the clothes and horses are swaying and the river is light. Crossing the western section of the Xianbei Mountains, the sun sets, and a touch of red light emerges from the endless wilderness.
Shangjing stood tall in the twilight.
"It's here." Lang Junxia said to Duan Ling.
Duan Ling was wrapped tightly. It was too cold on the way. He was held in his arms by Lang Junxia. The two immediately looked at Shangjing in the distance. Duan Ling's eyes narrowed slightly, feeling very warm.
When he arrived in Shangjing, it happened to be night, and the city gate was heavily guarded. Lang Junxia handed out the document, and the guard noticed Duan Ling.
"Where did it come from?" the guard asked.
Duan Ling stared at the guard, and the guard stared at Duan Ling.
"My father's name is Duan Sheng." Duan Ling, who had already memorized it by heart, replied, "I'm the Duan family of Shangzi..."
The guard interrupted him impatiently and asked, "What's the relationship between the two of you?"
Duan Ling looked at Lang Junxia.
"I'm friends with his father." Lang Junxia replied.
The guard looked at the document again and again, and finally reluctantly let the two inside. The lights in the city are bright, and the streets are covered with snow. It is the end of the year. The drunks on the roadside hold the lamps and wine, and the singers in front of the bars play the piano and sing. outside the bar.
The geisha's presumptuous greetings leaked out of the night, and the warriors with swords stopped to look up, and the rich merchants holding red and green were drunk, swaying, and almost knocked over the pasta stand. The carriage jingled and passed over the icy road. The sedan chairman shouted, and the gorgeous high-rise sedan chair left the ground steadily, moving in all directions of Shangjing like houses.
Horses were not allowed on the main road, so Lang Junxia let Duan Ling sit on the horse and walked forward with the reins of the horse. Duan Ling's face was covered with a slit, and his eyes looked at all this curiously from the slits of his fur hat. After turning into the side lane, Lang Junxia got on his horse again, rolled up snowflakes, and galloped into the dark alley of the deep house.
The music was left behind, but the lights were still bright. The red lanterns hung high on both sides of the quiet alley. Only the horse's hooves tapped on the ice, making a slight cracking sound. In the depths of the alley, there are countless two-storey secluded houses, lanterns are covered with layers of overhead, and even the fluttering snow is blocked by this warm light.
It was the back door of a dark alley, and Lang Junxia said to Duan Ling, "Come down."
There was a beggar sitting outside the back door, Lang Junxia didn't even look at it, he flicked it, and the pieces of silver fell into the beggar's bowl. Duan Ling looked sideways at the beggar curiously. The snow on his body is dragged in. Lang Junxia was familiar with the road, turned around the flower gallery and the middle courtyard, and got to the side compartment, and heard the sound of the piano along the way.
Entering the side hall, Lang Junxia seemed to be relieved and said, "Sit down, are you hungry?"
Duan Ling shook his head, Lang Junxia let Duan Ling sit on the low table in front of the stove, knelt down on one knee, took off his fur jacket, dusted his boots, took off his ear cap, sat cross-legged in front of him, looked up He looked at him, with a little gentleness in his eyes, hidden so deep, it just flashed by.
"Is this your home?" Duan Ling asked suspiciously.
Lang Junxia said: "This Huoqiong Garden, stay here for now, and take you to your new home after a while."
Duan Ling always remembered Lang Junxia's phrase "don't ask anything", so he seldom asked questions along the way, and kept all the questions in his heart, like a restless and alert rabbit. Actively explain to him.
"Is it cold?" Lang Junxia asked again, then held Duan Ling's icy feet in his big hands, rubbed it a few times, frowned and said, "Your physique is too weak."
"I thought you wouldn't come again." The girl's crisp voice sounded behind Lang Junxia.
Following that voice, Duan Ling raised his head and saw a beautiful girl in an embroidered jacket appeared outside the door, followed by two maids.
"Going out to do something." Without turning his head, Lang Junxia undid Duan Ling's belt, turned to unpack, took out the dry clothes, and let him change into his robe. When he shook off the robe, he took time to look back and glance at the girl. The girl walked into the room and looked down at Duan Ling.
Duan Ling was a little uncomfortable looking at her and frowned, but the girl opened her mouth first and asked, "Who is this?"
Duan Ling sat up straight, turning over the paragraph in his mind: I am Duan Ling, and my father's name is Duan Sheng...
However, before he could say it, Lang Junxia answered for him.
"This is Duan Ling." Lang Junxia said to Duan Ling, "This is Miss Ding."
According to the etiquette that Lang Junxia taught him, Duan Ling folded his fist towards Miss Ding and looked at her up and down. The girl's name was Ding Zhi, but she smiled first, and moved towards Duan Ling Yifu, Yingying smiled and said, "I have seen Duan Master."
"Has the one from the North Court been here?" Lang Junxia asked absently.
"Frontier Military News, General Lingxia is like that, and he hasn't been here for three months." Ding Zhi sat down and instructed the maid, "Go get some snacks and give Duan Gongzi a belly."
Then, Ding Zhi held the pot again, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Lang Junxia. Lang Junxia took it, took a sip, and said, "Ginger tea, drive away the cold." Then hand it to Duan Ling to drink.
Along the way, what Duan Ling eats and drinks, Lang Junxia will first taste whether it is delicious or not. Duan Ling is used to it, but when drinking tea, he sees Ding Zhi's eyes with a strange look, and his beautiful and clear eyes are slightly wrinkled. Stare at yourself intently.
A few moments later, the maid served snacks, something Duan Ling had never seen or heard of before. Lang Junxia seemed to know what he was doing, and reminded: "Eat slowly, there will be dinner later."
Along the way, Lang Junxia repeatedly instructed that no matter what you eat, you should not gobble it up. This is contrary to Duan Ling's habit, but he had to listen to Lang Junxia, and gradually realized that no one would rob him for food. He immediately took a piece of cake and held it in his hands. In hand, chew slowly. Ding Zhi just sat quietly, as if everything that happened in the hall had nothing to do with her.
It wasn't until the two food boxes were placed that Lang Junxia asked Duan Ling to sit in front of the short table and signaled that he could eat. Ding Zhi took the warm jug and knelt down beside Lang Junxia, pouring wine for him.
Lang Junxia raised his hand, covered the wine glass with his fingers, and said, "Drinking is a mistake."
"The Liangnan Daqu that paid tribute last month." Ding Zhi said, "Don't try it? Madam specially prepared it for you to drink when you come back."
Lang Junxia didn't refuse, he drank a cup, Ding Zhi added it, Lang Junxia drank again, Ding Zhi added a third cup, Lang Junxia turned the glass over after drinking, and put it on the case.
When Lang Junxia was drinking, Duan Ling kept watching.
Ding Zhi wanted to pour wine for Duan Ling, but Lang Junxia stretched out two fingers, holding her sleeves, not letting her pass.
"You can't give him a drink." Lang Junxia said.
Ding Zhi smiled at Duan Ling and made a helpless expression.
Duan Ling really wanted to have a drink, but his obedience to Lang Junxia overcame his thirst for wine.
Duan Ling was eating dinner, wondering where this place was and what was the relationship between Lang Junxia and this girl? His expression flickered for a while, and he kept sneaking glances at Lang Junxia and the girl, just wanting to hear them talk more.
To this day, Lang Junxia still hasn't told Duan Ling why she brought him here, does Miss Ding know? Why didn't she ask him about her origins
Miss Ding looked at Duan Ling from time to time, as if thinking in her heart. After a while, Duan Ling put down her chopsticks, and she finally spoke, and Duan Ling's heart also came to her throat.
"Does this dish suit your son's appetite?" Ding Zhi asked.
Duan Ling replied, "I've never eaten it before, it's delicious."
Ding Zhi laughed, the maid took away the food box, and Ding Zhi said, "This is the time to retire."
"Go." Lang Junxia said.
"How many days will you stay in Beijing this time?" Ding Zhi asked again.
"I won't leave if I stay." Lang Junxia replied.
Ding Zhi's eyes seemed to light up, smiled slightly, and said to the maid, "Send Sir and Duan Gongzi to another courtyard."
The maid walked in front with the lamp on, Lang Junxia wrapped Duan Ling in his wolf cloak, hugged him, walked through the corridor, and came to a courtyard full of green bamboo. Duan Ling heard the sound of a cup breaking in another room not far away, followed by a drunken scolding from a man.
"Don't look around." Lang Junxia instructed Duan Ling, carried Duan Ling into the room, and threw it to the servant girl who followed: "No need to wait."
The maid bowed and resigned. The room was filled with a mild aroma. There was no brazier, but it was very warm.
Lang Junxia asked Duan Ling to rinse his mouth. Duan Ling was too sleepy. He was lying on the bed in a single shirt. Lang Junxia sat beside the couch and said, "Take you to go shopping tomorrow."
"Really?" Duan Ling regained his energy.
Lang Junxia said, "I slept in the next room."
Duan Ling was still tugging at Lang Junxia's sleeve, and was a little disappointed. Lang Junxia didn't know why, looked at Duan Ling, and understood after a while - Duan Ling wanted him to sleep with him.
Since leaving Shangzi, Lang Junxia has never been separated from Duan Ling along the way. They eat together in the morning and sleep together at night. Now that Lang Junxia is leaving, Duan Ling can't help but be afraid.
"Then..." Lang Junxia hesitated and said, "Forget it, I'll accompany you."
Lang Junxia took off his shirt, revealing his naked and strong chest, and put his arms around Duan Ling. Duan Ling rested on his strong arm. As he came, his eyelids became heavy and he gradually fell asleep.
Lang Junxia has a good smell of man's skin, Duan Ling seems to have gotten used to his robe and his body, as if hugging him to sleep, he will no longer have nightmares. He has experienced too many things in this day, and even his mind is full of countless complicated information, too many dreams, and only one night, how to appear one after another, as if it is always not enough.
In the second half of the night, the snow stopped, the world was unusually quiet, and countless dreams came pouring out from the mountains, causing Duan Ling to wake up unconsciously, and when he turned around, he only hugged the warm blanket.
Lang Junxia, who was beside him, had disappeared, and his body temperature remained in the quilt. Duan Ling became nervous and overwhelmed. He gently got out of bed and pushed open the door to go out.
There was light in the next room, Duan Ling walked through the corridor barefoot, and stood on tiptoe to look in front of the pane.
The room was bright and bright, with half of the curtain hanging down, Lang Junxia was undressing with his back to the pane.
His collar was tied directly under his Adam's apple. At this time, he untied it unhurriedly, and hung the robe belt aside. As soon as the clothes fell, he immediately revealed a broad back, a toned waistline, and a firm buttocks. The red|naked male body is unobstructed at a glance, and the lines are like thin and sturdy war horses.
Duan Ling held his breath, his heart was beating wildly, he couldn't help but take a step back and knocked over the flower stand.
"Who?" Lang Junxia turned back.