Chashi Tiankeng is Shen Zechuan's night.
When he first entered Zhaosin Temple, the house in the temple was dilapidated, and the rotten windows could not keep out the cold wind. Ji Gang left the only shelter for him to sleep.
At that time, Shen Zechuan could still remember Ji Mu's face in Qing Dynasty. The eldest brother had Hua Pingting's shadow. He was born handsome.
"I'm thinking about getting promoted," Ji Mu squatted in the yard and ate dumplings. "We'll live in the east when we get promoted."
Shen Zechuan imitated him to make dumplings, stuffed his cheeks bulging, nodded and said vaguely, "I'll show you my sister-in-law."
Ji Mu had two little girls who had no guesses. They used to live next door to them, but later moved to the east. The girl's father was in a state of power and always wanted to put his daughter in the yamen. Ji Mu joined the army just to fight for his breath.
Ji Gang didn't earn much money, and his family was not rich. Hua Pingting raised two sons, and the dowry was saved for them to get money for their future wives. Seeing that Ji Mu's boss was not too young, she was in the room thinking about the mediator with Ji Gang.
Duanzhou is very empty in winter, and to the east is the Chashi River. When they were younger, they would drag sledges on the ice in winter. Shen Zechuan is smart, always coaxing the little devils who follow him to be horses, and being a master himself, sitting on the plow and directing people to run around.
Ji Mu said to Ji Gang at that moment, "My younger brother will definitely have a bright future."
Hua Pingting treats Shen Zechuan as her own son, and Ji Mu treats Shen Zechuan as her own younger brother. When Xiao Chiye and Xiao Jiming were running horse-drawn bows from the north, Ji Mu also took Shen Zechuan to run around the mountains and fields. Before Shen Zechuan was fifteen years old, Ji family boxing was sloppy, and Ji Mu always took care of him, not allowing Hua Pingting to train others.
At the end of the third year of Xiande, the flag was raised, and the whole family was happy. Hua Pingting arranged a game, counted the savings in the family, and prepared to propose marriage to the girl from Dongtou through a matchmaker with Ji Gang.
At that time, Ji Mu was going to be on duty, and Shen Zechuan took the meals that Hua Pingting had made to go to the garrison camp to deliver meals to the elder brother. That night was the last time Shen Zechuan saw Hua Pingting. The mistress stood at the gate of the courtyard, fastened his jacket, put a wind collar on him, covered him tightly, and instructed to "go early and return early".
Ji Mu secretly gave Shen Zechuan wine to drink, Shen Zechuan dipped it with chopsticks, and sat like a green radish wrapped in jackets among the soldiers with their backs on their backs. When the snow fell, these rugged men said that the snow is a good year, and Duanzhou will have a good harvest next year.
Ji Mu tapped the porcelain bowl with chopsticks and sang a clear and peaceful tone. He was only 20 years old at the time, and he was about to marry a sweet wife. The two brothers were in harmony, and the parents at home were free from illness and worry. It was a good time for high spirits.
Every time Shen Zechuan thought about that night, tears would flow down his face. He lost the courage to look back in Zhaosin Temple and never dreamed of these times again. Ji Mu turned into an indecent skeleton in a seven-year nightmare. Shen Zechuan forgot his eldest brother's appearance, and he couldn't even remember their last conversation.
Why didn't he pull Ji Mu
Shen Zechuan climbed out and fell back. For the first few years, he would still lie in it and cry bitterly. "Shen Zechuan" was left here. He stood up and saw the snow buried himself.
The military boots stomped on the snow, making a slight noise.
Shen Zechuan turned his head indifferently, and saw Ji Mu who was in the snow in the snow. Ji Mu was very clean tonight, with no injuries. Holding the handle of the knife, he approached Shen Zechuan.
After seven years, Ji Mu has not changed. His cheeks were flushed from the cold, and he gasped as he walked, and the hostility that was struggling in the sea of blood disappeared. Shen Zechuan looked at him and remembered the peaceful tone before his departure.
Shen Zechuan was already as tall as Ji Mu, he said tiredly, "Brother."
Ji Mu stood in front of Shen Zechuan, the wind and snow blowing his messy temples, he said, "Why don't you go home?"
Shen Zechuan said: "The snow is so heavy that I forgot the way."
Ji Mu looked at Shen Zechuan and smiled: "Silly boy, mother is looking for you."
Shen Zechuan turned around and saw Hua Pingting over there. The mistress was carrying a lantern in the heavy snow, and the hem of her skirt was swayed by the wind. Tears welled up in his eyes as he watched.
He remembers everything, so he wants to forget everything.
Ji Mu stabilized the saber, walked through Shen Zechuan, and walked towards Hua Pingting.
Shen Zechuan suddenly shouted uncontrollably, "Brother!"
Shen Zechuan was crying and went to arrest Ji Mu in despair. But Ji Mu didn't look back. Shen Zechuan chased after him. Every time he took a step, the blood under his feet rose an inch. He hurriedly pulled out his legs, but couldn't break free from the restraint, and finally fell into a pool of blood, entangled by the corpse, and shouted to Ji Mu hoarsely, "You come back!"
Ji Mu was about to disappear into the snow.
Shen Zechuan couldn't catch anything, and was drowned in the sinking tiankeng by blood. The panic of drowning swept over him, and he couldn't breathe, he could only struggle, watching the dim light disappear.
"Shen Lanzhou!"
Xiao Chiye picked up Shen Zechuan, his strong shoulders could withstand the heavy rain. With the scorching sun, he swept the dark world with strong winds, causing the wind and snow to disperse suddenly. He was so hot that he couldn't put anything else around Shen Zechuan.
Shen Zechuan woke up suddenly, soaked all over. Xiao Chiye pinched his face, touched the tip of his nose in the dark, and kissed him soothingly. Shen Zechuan was still breathing, he wrapped his arms around Xiao Chiye's neck, and his eyes were wet in this snuggle.
Xiao Chiye approached and coaxed, "Lanzhou is back, come back to me."
Shen Zechuan nodded his head with lingering fears, patted Xiao Chiye's forehead, and looked at Xiao Chiye with panic in his eyes. Xiao Chiye wiped the corner of his eyes with his thumb and rubbed his cheek.
"It's alright," Xiao Chiye said with a kiss, "a hug."
The tents were newly built, and the charcoal pots were not burning hot enough, so they went out in the middle of the night. The two of them slept on a simple plank bed with a thin mattress underneath and a big cloak on their bodies. Xiao Chiye was afraid that Lan Zhou would get sick, so he took his cold hand back, stuffed it into his clothes, and pressed it against his chest.
Shen Zechuan breathed calmly and wrinkled Xiao Chiye's clothes. Xiao Chiye's arms never let go of him, so he put on his cloak and whispered to him inside.
Xiao Chiye asked, "Is it cold?"
Shen Zechuan buried his face in Xiao Chiye's neck, and said in a deep voice, "cold."
Xiao Chiye hugged Shen Zechuan tightly, pressed his chin against his heart, and said with half-closed eyes, "It won't be cold any more."
The two figures are like cubs who depend on each other, sticking to each other for warmth. Shen Zechuan reached out and touched Xiao Chiye's back, making Xiao Chiye gasp. Shen Zechuan felt at ease when he touched the wolf. He touched it carefully, as if he was touching the wolf's fur.
The muscles on Xiao Chiye's back were obvious. He was itchy when touched and had nowhere to hide. He could only hold his head slightly, feeling numbness in his waist and eyes. Finally, unable to bear it anymore, he raised his hand and grabbed Shen Zechuan's wrist, rolled over and pressed Lan Zhou down, his breath was slightly heavy, and he did not move against him.
Shen Zechuan said angrily, "Don't you want to give me a hug?"
"Are you hugging?" Xiao Chiye leaned closer and pressed him, and asked again in a low voice, "Are you hugging?"
Shen Zechuan felt that the voice came out of his throat, he looked at Xiao Chiye, as if he dared not speak.
Xiao Chiye let go of Shen Zechuan's wrist and went down along his waist, feeling flushed on Shen Zechuan's face, which was itchy. He couldn't hold it back at first, but Xiao Chiye pressed his chest against him, scratching him so that his affectionate eyes gradually became wet again, and he looked up and laughed while gasping for breath.
Xiao Chiye loved Lan Zhou and smiled, his eyes were half-squinted, and all the tide was in it, drowning his Xiao Ce'an figure.
Shen Zechuan laughed until his neck was wet, his clothes were stuck to his back, and he was dripping with sweat. Feeling tired, he slowed his breath and greeted Xiao Chiye's kiss. It was so hot inside the cloak that Shen Zechuan forgot about the wind and snow.
Xiao Chiye knew that Lan Zhou couldn't sleep well, but he was here tonight.
He is ambitious, and wants Lan Zhou to dream of himself in the future.