King Qin laughed loudly: "Smelly boy, what do you know? Quickly, take it to mother."
"No, mom won't eat it, it's smelly, it's smelly..."
King Qin picked up a large handful of plump oysters and was about to take them to Hua Rong when he saw her sitting on her back on the huge stone. The afternoon sun filled her body and fell on her black hair. In front of her eyes. Some are in a trance, like that little girl who was frightened more than ten years ago, hiding in the cracks of the big rocks, with scars all over her body, and almost died from being soaked in sea water. How many years have passed, she has been injured, and I have given it to her. , the pursuit of the Jin Army during the escape, the pursuit of Zhao Deji... A woman has experienced so many lives and deaths, how miserable is this life? How could I bear to let her get hurt in the slightest again? Not anymore!
Putting a hand on his shoulder, full of warmth, Hua Rong turned his head slightly and saw King Qin's smiling face: "Girl, try it, this is an oyster, have you never eaten it before?" She took it and tasted it, and followed My son, too, is not used to such fishy smelling things.
"Forget it if you don't like it, the kitchen has prepared other good things tonight."
Hua Rong stared at him, King Qin, is the person in front of him a demon from the past? For nearly a year, he was busy almost every day trying to find out what she could eat to make her feel better and recover faster, what medicine was best to use, how to heal her lameness without leaving scars... The former fierceness was wasted in these trivial matters. He seemed to be the most patient man in the world. Time crossed, did he owe him, or did he owe himself
King Qin didn't know what she was thinking. He only looked at her face carefully, looking at her exposed calves and arms. The scars from earlier had almost disappeared or faded. Under the careful care of the two doctors, the island The birds and animals, the various Ganoderma lucidum, ginseng, and precious medicinal materials that had been stored in the past were almost all consumed on her body, completely healing her scars, her body seemed to have been reshaped, and her face glowed with a new life. The brilliance is as crystal clear as jade, and the original haggardness, ashes and all traces of pain have disappeared.
This was a huge sense of accomplishment, more satisfying than being an emperor. His eyes fell on the calf with the trouser legs rolled up high, his throat tightened, and his whole body suddenly became hot. The calf was no longer as crystal white as it used to be. , and turned into a wheat-like honey color, strong and slender, revealing a strong temptation in the sun. He couldn't help but walked over, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the calf, with such a strange voice: "Girl, girl..."
Hua Rong was suddenly caught. She was startled, tilted her body slightly, and fell into his arms. He picked her up.
She closed her eyes, and the softest pain in her heart was completely touched by the sound of "I like you". After many years, is it easy for him? Love, who can say that this is not the deepest love
King Qin stretched out his hand and hugged him again. With long hands and long arms, he hugged the two people and walked towards the forest.
The flat stone slab is still there, weathered by wind and sun, and the years in the forest have not moved. The stone slab is covered with fine flower paper, small wolf hair, and fine Xuan inkstone.
The little tiger head also has a piece of golden tiger skin tied around his waist, and a big wooden knife. He crosses his hands and imitates King Qin's walk, looking very confident. The child has the best ability to imitate. He likes his father's look, so he asked his mother to do the same. Make a tiger-skin waistline, be tanned all over, and show off your little tiger teeth when you smile.
King Qin sat down on a stone pier, took ink and started grinding it. Little Tiger Head ran over and chirped: "I want to grind it, Dad, let me grind it..."
"Don't make trouble, wait until I finish polishing, then mom can write easily."
"What do you write mom?"
"Write your name, write my name..."
"Great… "
Hua Rong stood aside, holding a wolf hair in his hand. He had never picked up a pen for a whole year. Although his whole body was relaxed, he forgot how to move his hand and almost forgot how to write.
The wind rustled the flower paper. She stood for a while and sighed. Seeing that the wind was about to blow the paper away, King Qin immediately took the paperweight and pressed it down.
"Mom, hurry up, write my name..."
The little tiger's head fell on the big stone slab, with a drop of ink on his face, and his green skirt was immediately stained with a large ball of ink.
"Okay, mom will write it for you."
Hua Rong picked up the pen and wrote stroke by stroke: "Yue Xiaohu..."
The little tiger head smiled and rushed towards him, his face was covered with flowers. King Qin laughed loudly, "You brat, you have finished writing and need to dry it..."
"No, Mom, you write, you write again..."
Hua Rong picked up his pen and wrote again: "Yue Xiaohu..."
"Little tiger head..."
Pieces of beautiful flower paper were hung to dry in the forest clearing. When the wind blew, the paper flew everywhere, and the little tiger head giggled and chased around: "Mom... ran away... my name ran away..."
He hugged one, and then ran away again. He was so anxious that he kept laughing and running. King Qin laughed and helped him grab the paper and taught him: "Silly boy, if you want to do this, press it with a small stone... Yes , that’s it, every one is pressed... "
He followed suit and pressed his name one by one. Seeing that the paper no longer ran away, he smiled and took King Qin's hand: "Dad, your name hasn't been written yet..."
"Mom won't write for me."
"Ask your mother to write it, and she will write it."
King Qin made a sad face: "My mother, my mother doesn't know how to write. What should I do?"
The little tiger pulled King Qin to Hua Rong and blinked, "Mom, I haven't written my father's name yet. Why don't you write it for me?"
Hua Rong laughed, raised his head with his pen in hand, and glanced at King Qin.
The setting sun shone through the cracks in the trees. King Qin's eyes were a little dazed when he met her. The past events were still vivid in his mind. The girl in a light green shirt was holding a wolf hair and writing her name one by one.
"Qin Shangcheng... Qin Shangcheng..." Because of this, he has been crazy for half his life.
He only stared at her eyes. These eyes were no longer so dark, filled with vicissitudes of life, but the eyeballs were still so bright and big. Due to nourishment and rest, even the fine wrinkles on the eyelids had disappeared. She exuded a mature and gentle charm, yet was so weak that people couldn't bear to disobey her at all.
He murmured to himself: "Girl, girl, if you're tired, don't write. We'll write again tomorrow..."
She shook her head, smiled sweetly, slowly leaned down and started writing.
The three words "Qin Shangcheng" appeared in front of him, a piece of thin paper, as heavy as a piece of paper. King Qin stretched out his hand, as if he couldn't pick it up. For a long time, until the ink was almost dry, he took it, looked at it carefully, folded it gently and put it away. In my arms, I laughed out loud: "Girl, thank you very much."
This was what she wanted to say to him, but he said it first. Hua Rong smiled and put down the wolf hair, and the little tiger ran over and took the pen: "Mom, I want to write, I also want to write..."
"Well, it's time for little Hutou to write."
When he was on the island, Sanshu Yang once briefly taught Xiao Hutou a few words. Hua Rong stayed on the sickbed for a year and didn't take care of her son at all. Only then did she remember that it was time for her son to study and practice calligraphy. She corrected her son's pen-holding posture, She sighed softly: "Little Hutou, if you like to learn, just learn. If you don't like it, forget it. In life, you don't need much knowledge, just being able to read and write is enough..." She didn't know if she was talking to herself or her son. .What can we do about our family and country, what worries the world, even if we are full of poems and books, even if we are literary, Taoist and military? It would be better to be a carefree savage on this island, isolated from the world, and much happier.
Little Hutou didn't listen to what his mother was saying at all. He only picked up the pen and wrote a few words that he slightly recognized: "Yue Xiaohu... Yue Xiaohu..." Except for his own name, he could no longer write anything else.
King Qin had been watching him write. He suddenly raised his head and smiled mysteriously: "Dad, can I write your name?"
"Haha, okay, good boy, can you write my name?"
"Yes. Look..." He held the pen and wrote the character "Qin" crookedly. The next two characters had too many strokes and he couldn't write them anymore. He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and scribbling. Qin When the king saw it, he saw that his name was not his name, but a bunch of random scrawls: "Silly boy, little fool, I can't even write this..."
The little tiger's head was about to cry as soon as he flattened his mouth. King Qin hugged him and said, "Good son, look at me. I will write it for you to read..."
"Dad, can you also write?"
The little tiger head looked at his father in surprise. King Qin took the pen. Although his posture was very strange, he actually wrote a few big characters: "Yue Xiaohu" and "Qin Shangcheng". The two names were juxtaposed. Although it was ugly, the writing was perfect. not bad.
Hua Rong turned around and was surprised when she saw a few words he wrote. When did this person learn to write? In fact, I was really impressed by the three-day separation. Then I remembered that it was not a three-day separation, but a separation of more than ten years, countless three-days. It turned out that I had always lacked understanding of the King of Qin.
I only enjoyed his kindness and forgot to pay attention to him.
King Qin looked up at her with a smile on his face and wrote two words:
Hua Rong
The way he holds the pen is very strange, like holding a knife, and it is very difficult to write. However, the two characters are written extremely clearly, much more straightly than the previous two names. It can be seen that he has written them more than once These two words.
Feeling moist in her heart, Hua Rong silently stretched out her hand to polish the ink for him, just like he had done for himself, and then reached out to take the paper to dry.
King Qin was quite embarrassed and stretched out his hand to tear off the paper: "Girl, I drew the talisman and threw it away..."
She put the paper away and said quietly: "It's very good, I like it."
King Qin scratched his head, feeling very happy, and patted his son's head: "Son, we are back home, it's time to have dinner."
"Great."
Hua Rong still stood aside and looked at him silently, looking at his heartfelt love for the little tiger. Therefore, she never thanked him because there was no need.