Duan Ling hesitated for a while, wondering if he should go forward to open the door—Lang Junxia was still lying in the room, the door was latched, and the people outside patted the door a few times, and Duan Ling braved the wind and snow to open it.
"Yo." The cavalry was also very surprised and asked, "Why are you a child? Where are your adults? Where are your parents?"
Duan Ling replied, "I'm sick."
"Isn't this the kid in Mingtang?" A man who looked like a cavalry captain behind him looked down at Duan Ling. Duan Ling was wearing a single shirt, his lips were blue from the cold, and he couldn't stop trembling behind the door. Ling, Duan Ling had forgotten where he had seen him.
"Where's your father?" the man said, "Remember me? I'm Cai Yan's brother, Cai Wen."
Duan Ling thought for a while and said, "He's ill, I don't remember."
He remembered Cai Yan, but this man, Duan Ling, couldn't.
"Can the adults in your family see people?" Cai Wen frowned again to check the bruises on Duan Ling's eye sockets. Duan Ling was beaten so badly and his eyelids were swollen. dodge back.
"Sleeping." Duan Ling was reluctant to let Cai Wen in, for fear that he would find the assassin's body. Cai Wen saw Duan Ling flinching, a child who only wore a single shirt and stood barefoot at the door in winter, and finally couldn't bear it. , said: "Forget it, go back and rest."
"Next house!" Cai Wenchao instructed the soldiers. He got on his horse and left. With a flick of his back, when he turned the horse, he remembered that it was this young man who had come to pick up Cai Yan earlier.
After the patrolling soldiers left, Duan Ling breathed a sigh of relief, bolted the door, and returned to the bedroom. The ginseng tea in the pot was filled with the aroma of the room.
Duan Ling lifted the pot down to cool and heard Lang Junxia coughing on the couch.
"Who?" Lang Junxia was covered in sweat.
"Cai Yan's brother, Cai Wen." Duan Ling answered truthfully.
Lang Junxia closed his eyes and said, "Cai Wen? Just gone? Who is Cai Yan? Do you know his brother?"
"Yeah." Duan Ling said, holding the warm kettle, put the mouth of the kettle against Lang Junxia's lips, and poured the ginseng soup into his mouth. Lang Junxia choked a few times at first, then calmed down, and took the pot with the pot. Ginseng soup is drunk.
"Laoshan ginseng..." Lang Junxia's voice was calm and steady, "Dangqi to continue my life, the sky will never stop me, what else? Come on a little more."
"No more." Duan Ling said, "I'll steal... and buy some more."
"Don't." Lang Junxia said, "It's too dangerous."
"Then I'll add water and boil it for you to drink." Duan Ling said.
Lang Junxia stopped uttering a word. The night was so long for some unknown reason. Duan Ling was lying on the bed, dozing off constantly, and the ginseng soup was being boiled on the stove.
"Lang Junxia?"
Lang Junxia was silent.
"Are you all right?" Duan Ling asked fearfully.
"Hey." Lang Junxia replied half asleep, "It's not dead."
Duan Ling's heart fell, and it was getting darker and darker outside, but the fire in the furnace was like a warm sun, shining on them both.
"Lang Junxia?" Duan Ling asked again.
"Alive." Lang Junxia's voice was like a bellows, as if it came from his lungs.
Duan Ling fell asleep again, knocking his head on the couch.
When he opened his eyes again the next day, the snow stopped, and Duan Ling found himself asleep on the couch, with Lang Junxia lying beside him, his face already bloody.
Like a puppy, Duan Ling got up and sniffed Lang Junxia's breath. He frowned deeply on Lang Junxia's face and sniffed. He took a deep breath and had a splitting headache. He said, "What time is it?"
Thank goodness, Duan Ling looked at him worriedly and asked, "Is it still uncomfortable?"
"It's not uncomfortable anymore." Lang Junxia said.
Duan Ling was in a good mood and said, "I'll find something to eat for you."
As soon as he got up, he saw that the courtyard was covered with snow, and he cheered before going out to play in the snow.
"Put on your clothes." Lang Junxia said, "Don't catch a cold, do you hear me?"
Duan Ling wrapped a fur coat and played with a bamboo pole on the ice edge under the corridor, laughing loudly. When he turned around, he saw Lang Junxia sitting in the room, unbuttoning his robe, cutting off his single clothes, and changing his medicine.
Duan Ling put down the bamboo pole, ran in, and asked, "Are you feeling better?"
Lang Junxia nodded. Duan Ling saw that where he had untied the bandage, the wound on his abdomen was purplish-black, but had scabbed over, with three holes of different depths, so he boiled water for him, wiped it clean, and sprinkled on the gold wound medicine. .
Lang Junxia's fair and strong arm also has a strange pictographic tattoo, like a tiger on Zhong Ming, which reminds Duan Ling of what happened last night.
"Why did they kill you?" Duan Ling asked.
"I want to ask me about a person's whereabouts." Lang Junxia said.
"Who?" Duan Ling asked.
Lang Junxia looked at Duan Ling, and suddenly the corners of his mouth rose slightly and his eyes narrowed.
"Don't ask." Lang Junxia said, "don't ask anything, you will know later."
Duan Ling was very worried, but Lang Junxia was still alive, and all the haze dissipated, which made him very happy. He sat beside Lang Junxia, looked at the tiger head tattoo on his arm, and asked, "What is this?"
"White Tiger." Lang Junxia explained, "Xiji White Tiger, Xijin's main soldier's killing aura, is the god of swordsmanship."
Duan Ling didn't understand and asked, "You know how to use a sword, don't you? I saw your sword, it's very useful."
Duan Ling wanted to find Lang Junxia's sword, but the sword was gone. When he ran to the backyard, he suddenly remembered that the corpse was still in the stable. He felt frightened, and when he got closer, he saw that the hay had been removed and the corpse was gone. Scared to the core.
"I've dealt with it." Lang Junxia said, "Don't be afraid, it's from Chen Guoying's team and has never been compatible with Wu Du. Fortunately, it was him who was found yesterday, not Wu Du, otherwise you and I wouldn't be sitting here today. "
Duan Ling didn't ask Lang Junxia how he "disposed", and he didn't know where the clothes stained with blood last night went.
"Go buy something to eat." Lang Junxia handed Duan Ling the money and said, "Don't say anything, don't ask."
Three poles in the sun, Duan Ling bought steamed buns and steamed buns at the market, and bought some rice and meat. He took it back, Lang Junxia was able to walk, and he shared the buns with Duan Ling and said, "Let's just live like this, wait for you. After going to school, I will arrange the home well."
"Are you still going?" Duan Ling asked.
"No." Lang Junxia said.
Duan Ling: "On the first day of next month, will you come pick me up?"
Lang Junxia replied, "I promise I won't be late again. Yesterday was my fault."
Duan Ling suddenly asked: "Then can you be my father?"
Lang Junxia was stunned for a moment, then he couldn't help laughing and crying, and said, "Don't say this in front of anyone."
Duan Ling frowned, and Lang Junxia said, "Your father will come to you."
Duan Ling: "..."
Lang Junxia's words were like a thunderbolt, running through Duan Ling's body.
"My father is... still alive?"
"Well." Lang Junxia said, "still alive."
Duan Ling asked urgently: "Where is he? He is still alive? Why didn't he come to pick me up?"
Duan Ling has been deceived countless times on this issue, but he knows that this time Lang Junxia will not deceive him, not why, because of his intuition.
"Keep these words and ask him later." Lang Junxia said, "He will come one day, at most three years, at least a few months, believe me."
Duan Ling held the bowl, opened his mouth, and looked overwhelmed. Hearing the news suddenly made him half happy and half scared. Lang Junxia asked him to come over, leaned on his shoulder, touched his head, and held him in his arms.
The snow gradually melted, and Duan Ling had a new home, which made him extremely excited. At first, Lang Junxia hesitated for a long time whether the family should hire a handyman, but Duan Ling didn't care about it at all. He ran up and down that day, as if his energy would never run out. He hung a lantern with the character "Duan" on the door, and swept the snow in the atrium to both sides. He was like a puppy just brought home, right. Every place is full of curiosity, and his footprints are all over every inch of his new home, exploring it as an unknown paradise.
Lang Junxia's injury was still not healed, so he put medicine on Duan Ling's left eye and let him move freely.
"Can I grow something here?" Duan Ling asked while squatting in front of a small garden in the atrium.
"Of course." Lang Junxia said, "This family belongs to you, but it's too late today. I'll go to the market another day to buy you some seeds."
Duan Ling squatted and turned the soil seriously. Lang Junxia leaned on a wooden stick and leaned in front of the door to look at him. He looked at him for nearly half an hour, and it was not until dusk that Lang Junxia said, "Come in, it's too cold in Beijing, it's hard to plant flowers. live."
Duan Ling came back reluctantly and saw Lang Junxia sitting in front of the stove making a fire.
Lang Junxia said again: "I will test you, what did you learn in Mingtang?"
"The sky and the earth are yellow, the universe is prehistoric—" Duan Ling began to recite the thousand-character script. The short vacation is over again, and he has to go back to study tomorrow.
Lang Junxia took a bowl, put some pig skin in the bowl, put it on the fire to steam, add water, and then add brown sugar.
After Duan Ling had memorized the entire thousand-character text, Lang Junxia was very surprised and said, "It's all memorized."
There were a few mistakes in the middle, but Lang Junxia didn't point it out, and said seriously: "Very good, it's really good for reading. I'm injured, so I can't take you to play, it's too cold outside, and there's nothing to play, I owe you first. Once, spring will come next month, and I will take you on an outing."
Duan Ling replied: "You take good care of your injury, don't worry, what are you steaming? I see sugar, is it delicious?"
"Tomorrow you will know." Lang Junxia said.
Duan Ling found that no matter what question he asked, he would almost never get any answer from Lang Junxia's mouth, and he gradually got used to it.
At night, Lang Junxia put a lot of plum blossoms in several bowls and put them outside.
The next day, Lang Junxia sent him outside Mingtang. This time he did not leave by himself, but looked at Duan Ling and waited for him to leave. Duan Ling was already willing to accept such an arrangement. Although he was reluctant to part with it, he was very happy, and instead said to him, "Go back."
After a while, Lang Junxia leaned on his cane and opened his hand, and Duan Ling hugged his waist and pressed his face to his chest.
"In the school, don't tell others about our family casually." Lang Junxia noticed that the concierge was looking at them curiously, so he put an arm around Duan Ling, buried his head in his ear, and whispered, "Don't say anything, Knowing the face but not the heart, remember."
"This is for you." Lang Junxia handed Duan Ling a food box and said, "Eat it as soon as possible. My mother used to make this for me when I was a child."
Duan Ling nodded and said goodbye to Lang Junxia.
Since being with Lang Junxia, the two sentences Duan Ling has heard the most are "don't ask anything" and "don't say anything". Lang Junxia was very cautious, and even Duan Ling felt a sense of crisis overwhelmed, and he couldn't even ask questions.
Fortunately, children's imaginations are always rich, Duan Ling has constructed countless stories in his mind, and they come one after another. From ronin to rich businessman and finally to swordsman, they have changed countless times.
He was still thinking about the uninvited guest the night before - the shadow team was chasing Lang Junxia, it was very dangerous, but it was safe now, otherwise, Lang Junxia would immediately move him with him to avoid being found.
To hunt him down, to find out the whereabouts of another person - who is it? Could it be my dad
Thinking of this, Duan Ling's whole body is boiling with blood. Maybe his father is a great person. Let Lang Junxia come to pick him up first and take care of him. When they meet, everything will be revealed.
Duan Ling was holding the food box that Lang Junxia gave him and kept walking, but he almost collided with someone outside the secluded courtyard—it was Batu who was looking outside.
"What's wrong?" Batu asked in surprise, "Who hit the eye?"
Duan Ling replied, "No... nothing."
Duan Ling wanted to go back to the room, but Batu came to talk to him and wanted to give him something, but Duan Ling didn't let go, thinking that Ba would rush to see it, and said anxiously, "What are you doing?!"
Batu asked, "Did he bully you?"
Duan Ling said, "I really don't..."
"Bu'er Chijin!" A sharp voice sounded from behind the two of them, but it was Cai Yan. Cai Yan looked at Batu threateningly and walked over slowly. Batu had to let go of Duan Ling and snorted coldly. .
"Come to my room later." Cai Yan said to Duan Ling, "I have something to ask you."
Duan Ling nodded, and Badu looked at Cai Yan and Duan Ling again. Cai Yan said nothing. He thought that if Badu was acquainted, he wouldn't bother Duan Ling. After Cai Yan left, Duan Lingchao explained to Batu, "It was I who was careless and bumped into the corner of the case."
"You were punched." Batu said, "I can see it right in the corner of the eye."
Duan Ling was at a loss for words, but Batu said casually: "Forget it, you Han people are all a gang, I'm Yuangou, I'm nosy, okay, I'll go."
Duan Ling: "Badu!"
Batu left without looking back, Duan Ling returned to the room, only to find that the bedding that had been placed in the bookstore had been moved back and had been neatly spread.
Duan Ling opened the box, and inside was the cake that Lang Junxia gave him—the brown sugar was crystal clear, and the inside was frozen with blooming plum blossoms, which were cut into small pieces and lined up neatly. The more Duan Ling looked at it, the more reluctant he was to eat it. After thinking about it, he kept one for himself, and wrapped the rest separately, ready to give one to Batu and Cai Yandu.
When it was time to return to school, the morning class was suspended, the courtyard was noisy, and the children were changing food. Cai Yan was standing in the backyard of Mingtang, listening to Mr.
"Hands up." The gentleman said with a stern face, "Just bend over."
Cai Yan and the four and a half-year-old teenagers raised their hands at the same time, clasped them, and raised them above their heads. The husband looked at them one by one, and said displeasedly: "The paradox is sending the barren, the barren, the health and the dirty.
Cai Yan and the others learned to perform rituals and practiced it several times. The master said, "A gentleman is as insensitive in words as in deeds. When the King of the Northern Court comes, he must speak less and do more."
"Yes."
Duan Ling watched the young people learn the rituals, and only felt that Cai Yan was very dashing when he saluted, and when the Yushu was in the wind, he followed his example. He also raised his hand and bowed to the wall. The husband rested for a while, when Cai Yan saw Duan Ling outside, he came over, Duan Ling took out the cake in his arms and handed it to him, saying, "Here's something for you to eat."
Cai Yan picked it up without asking what it was, and asked straight to the point, "My eldest brother visited your house when he was searching the city the night before yesterday. Are you okay?"
Duan Ling hurriedly shook his head, pointed to his eyes, and took the initiative to explain: "I bumped into it accidentally."
Cai Yan looked at Duan Ling, frowned slightly, and asked, "Isn't your family in business?"
Duan Ling looked confused and nodded hurriedly. Cai Yan heard from his brother that night that the Duan family was very poor. He didn't even invite a servant, but the young master came to open the door in person with bare feet. He was beaten up and got up. sympathy.
"Who do you live with?" Cai Yan asked, "Your father?"
"I..." Duan Ling didn't know how to say Lang Junxia. Suddenly, a word popped into his mind. He forgot where he heard it, so he said, "Tong Yang Xiang Gong."
Cai Yan: "..."
Cai Yan put one hand on his forehead and said, "Where did you hear it? You can't talk nonsense, it must be a companion."
Duan Ling nodded, and Cai Yan asked again, "Where's your father?"
"Doing business in the south." Duan Ling replied according to Lang Junxia's instructions. Cai Yan looked at Duan Ling for a long time, and found that no matter who he was facing, Duan Ling was well behaved and didn't lose his temper. Walk around with the Han people. If you have anything to do, you will find the Han people around you, have you ever read the book?"
At that time, Ling didn't know that the Han people in Shangjing gathered together and had their own circles, and foreigners also had their own small society. Cai Yan asked anything, he just nodded.
"Do you recognize Ding Zhi in Qionghuayuan?" Cai Yan asked again after changing the topic.
Duan Ling didn't know how to answer, but Cai Yan looked at him and roughly guessed that he knew him.
"Ding Zhi is arguing with my brother." Cai Yan said, "If you see her next time and ask for mercy for my brother, you don't have to go out for this."
Duan Ling nodded. At this time, the master coughed in the inner courtyard. Cai Yan hurried back to avoid being hit by the board. Before leaving, he said, "Come to me if you don't understand anything."
Duan Ling peeked at them learning rituals from a distance, and followed them for a while. After a while, he felt cold in his arms. He remembered that there was still a piece of parfait, which was almost melted by the cover, so he hurried to find Batu.
Batu was playing wrestling with a tall boy. There were many children around him, and they were booing. Batu's face was flushed red, he was shirtless, and his upper body had hidden the muscles of a young man. He bumped, tripped, and lifted. The action was extremely ruthless, and suddenly noticed that Duan Ling was coming.