Chang Geng took the boiled medicine and entered the house of his little adoptive father.
There was only a dim little oil lamp in Shen Shiliu's room, with a halo the size of a bean, like a firefly.
He was sitting by the window, most of his face was sinking in the shadow of the lamp, and only a little clue was revealed. He was probably about to rest. The small mole was like a needle stick, and the only little light in the room was collected by him and contained in the pair of small moles, almost scorching the eyes.
Looking at people under the light, it can add a third of color than usual.
Everyone has a love for beauty, and even if he is used to seeing it, Chang Geng's breathing can't help but stagnate. He blinked his eyes quickly, as if to blink the dazzling cinnabar mole out of his eyelids. He raised his voice and said, "Sixteen, take medicine."
The young man was changing his voice, and it was a little difficult to talk to the half-deaf. Fortunately, Shen Shiliu heard it this time, and the urinating sound came to an abrupt end.
Shen Shiliu narrowed his eyes before he could see Chang Geng at the door: "Who is it called?"
He is actually seven or eight years older than Chang Geng. He hasn't started a family yet, so he probably has some knowledge of his own sex that can't stick to the wall. He is ready to marry a wife who can't afford to be alone. The cheap son he supported, wished he could stick with him firmly, and he always took out his "father" identity to emphasize it.
Chang Geng ignored him, and carefully brought the medicine bowl in front of him: "Drink while it's hot, it's getting late, drink and lie down."
Shen Shiliu put Xun aside and took the medicine bowl: "Baiyanlang, can't you be my son? Bai is so kind to you."
He didn't find it difficult to drink the medicine at all, he was obviously used to it, he drank it all at once, took two sips of the mouthwash that Chang Geng handed him, and waved his hand away: "Today there is a gathering at Changyang Pass, so I brought a fun one to give to him. come here."
Said, Shen Shiliu bent down and started groping in a mess on the desk. He couldn't see clearly, and the tip of his nose was almost touching the table. Chang Geng had no choice but to say, "What are you looking for? I'll come."
Then, he couldn't help complaining again: "I'm so old, what are you doing with a bunch of kid-friendly things for me?"
If I had time, I might as well be less messy, so that I have time to learn more useful things—the latter words revolved around in Chang Geng's heart, and when it came to his lips, he felt a little hurt, so he didn't say it.
Shen Shiliu, as a prostitute who can't get around to four or six years, forget about wasting his time, and he always drags Chang Geng along, either asking him to go to the market or dragging him to ride a horse. "Give it to him - that time, Mr. Shen made his face turn green with fright. He dared not distinguish between the blind wolf and the dog, and he brought back a little wolf cub.
Xu Baihu is not at home all the year round, and he is sluggish. Although he is very good to Chang Geng, he does not often communicate with his stepson. In all, the crucial two years of Chang Geng's twelve or thirteen years seem to have been spent in Shen Shiliu. I spent time with my unreliable adoptive father.
From a hairy child to a young man with a jade tree facing the wind, how much concentration must he have to ensure that he will not be led astray by Shen Shiliu
Chang Geng couldn't bear to look back.
He was not born with a playful temperament, he had his own plans for everything, and the execution was very strict.
But the anger usually doesn't last, because Shen Shiliu didn't just take advantage of him verbally, he really hurt him as a son.
One year, Chang Geng was seriously ill, Xu Baihu was not at home as usual, the doctors said it was dangerous, and it was the little righteous father who took him home and guarded him day and night for three days.
Every time Sixteen went out, no matter how far or near, and no matter what he was doing, he would always bring some gadgets and snacks to Chang Geng. Chang Geng didn't like gadgets, but he couldn't help but love this, which was always in his heart.
In short, when Chang Geng saw Sixteen every day, his anger would be extremely strong, but when he didn't see him, he was always worried.
Chang Geng sometimes also thinks, although Shen Shiliu can't pick up his shoulders and can't lift his hands, and he can't do martial arts if he doesn't succeed, but in the future, there will be those who are fooled and take a fancy to him.
Xiaoyifu will always marry a wife and have children in the future, so if he has a biological one, will he still miss the person he recognizes
Thinking of this matter, Chang Geng couldn't say anything in his heart. He found a square box on the table of Sixteen, and briefly opened his head to think wildly, and showed it to Shen Sixteen with little interest: "This?"
Shen Shiliu: "For you, open it and take a look."
Maybe it was a slingshot, maybe it was a bag of cheese, anyway, there was no serious thing - Chang Geng opened it without expectation, and said casually: "If you have money, you should save some flowers, and then I will"
The next moment, he saw the contents of the box clearly, and immediately closed his mouth, his eyes widened twice.
There was an iron wrist buckle in that box!
The so-called "iron wrist buckle" is actually a part of the light armor in the military. It only wraps around the wrist, which is very convenient, so it is often removed and used separately. The iron wrist buckle is about four inches wide, and it can hide three or four small knives inside. The knives are made with special craftsmanship and are as thin as cicada wings, also known as "silk in the sleeve".
It is said that the best sleeve thread can be split into two by the machine spring in the iron wrist buckle.
Chang Geng said in surprise, "Where did you get this?"
Shen Shiliu: "Shh - don't let Shen Yi hear it, this is not a joke, he'll be long-winded when he sees it - can you use it?"
Mr. Shen was watering the flowers in the yard, and he didn't have a hard ear, so he could hear the people in the room clearly, and he really couldn't do anything about this half-deaf who saved others by himself.
Chang Geng followed Shen Yi to learn how to disassemble the steel armor, and skillfully put on the iron wrist buckle, only then did he discover the special feature of this thing.
It is not easy to make the silk in the sleeves, and there are very few folks. Most of the iron wrist buckles on the market are old goods from the military. Of course, the size is also the size of an adult man. The one brought back by Shen Shiliu is obviously a little thinner, just right. young people.
Chang Geng was stunned, Shen Shiliu knew what he was going to ask, and said slowly: "I heard that the seller said that this is a defective product, there is nothing wrong with it, but the size is a little smaller, and no one cares about it, this is cheap You sell it to me, I'm useless, you can play with it, just be careful, don't hurt anyone."
Chang Geng is very happy: "Thank you"
Shen Shiliu: "Thank who?"
Chang Geng exclaimed happily, "Foster father!"
"If you have milk, you are a mother, you bastard." Shen Shiliu laughed, and took Chang Geng's shoulders and sent him out, "Go home quickly, don't wander outside in the middle of the night in the ghost moon."
Chang Geng remembered after listening to it, it turned out that it was the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month.
He walked back to his home along the corner door, and the moment he stepped into the house, he suddenly felt that the xun that Shen Shiliu blew sounded a little familiar. tone.
"Is it suitable for the occasion?" Chang Geng thought silently.
Shen Shiliu sent Chang Geng away, lowered his head and looked for a long while, then barely saw the outline of the threshold, and carefully stepped over to close the door.
Mr. Shen, who was waiting in the courtyard, reached out to hold his elbow with a blank expression, and led him into the house.
Mr. Shen: "The best iron wrist buckle made of black iron. The three sleeves in the sleeve were made by Master Qiu Lin himself. Since the death of Master, it has become an out-of-print and defective product?"
Sixteen didn't answer.
Mr. Shen: "Okay, don't pretend to be deaf and dumb with me - do you really want to raise him as a son?"
"Of course it's true, I like this child, Renyi," Sixteen finally said, "That person probably meant the same thing—if he can actually adopt this child to me in the future, those people will be relieved, his own life. It can also be much better, isn't it good for both?"
Mr. Shen was silent for a while, then whispered, "First of all, you have to make him not hate you—are you not worried at all?"
Shen Shiliu smiled, lifted the hem of his robe and pushed the door into the room.
He said with a bastard face: "There are many people who hate me."
This night, the night river lights, the soul returns to the hometown.
Before the fifth watch, Chang Geng woke up with a dry and hot body, a thin layer of sweat stuck on his back, and his underwear was wet.
Every teenager will experience such a panic when they grow up - even if someone guides them in advance.
But Chang Geng was neither panicked nor at a loss. His reaction was indifferent. He just sat on the bed for a while, then got up and cleaned up casually. With a hint of disgust on his face, he went out and took a bucket. With cold water, I scrubbed my newly formed body from head to toe, took off the neatly folded clothes by the pillow and changed it, drank the overnight tea, and started the day's homework as usual.
Chang Geng didn't know what others were like.
But he didn't actually have any spring dreams. What he dreamed was a heavy snow outside the customs that could freeze people into coffins.
The wind that day was like white hair, mercilessly surging past, the blood in the wound had not yet flowed out, but it had already condensed into ice slag. The fishy smell, as soon as he inhaled, he would choke into a bone-chilling cold air with salty sweetness. Chang Geng's limbs were stiff and his heart was burning. He thought that he would be dead in the heavy snow.
But no.
When Chang Geng woke up again, he found that he was being carried away by someone wrapped in a cloak in his arms.
He remembered that the man had a snow-white neck, and there was a distant and bitter medicinal smell in his arms. When he saw that he was awake, he didn't ask anything, just took out a jug and gave him a sip of wine.
I don't know what kind of wine it was. Later, Chang Geng never tasted it again. He only remembered that the burning knife outside the gate was not that strong.
That person is sixteen.
The dream was too clear. In the dream, Shiliu's hands that were holding him seemed to be still sticking to his body. Chang Geng still couldn't understand it. Isn't that person a sick child? In such a terrifying icy world, how can there be such a steady and powerful pair of hands
Chang Geng lowered his head and glanced at the iron wrist buckle on his wrist. He didn't know what material it was made of. Taking advantage of the coolness of Leng Tie, Chang Geng quietly waited for his restless heart and blood to calm down, laughed, and threw out the absurd thought of "Chunmeng dreaming of adoptive father", and then, as usual, lit the lamp and read.
Suddenly, there was a "rumbling" sound in the distance, and the ground and the hut shook. Chang Geng was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that the "giant kite" from the northern tour was coming back soon.
The "giant kite" is a large ship that is more than five thousand feet long. The back of the ship has two wings and is composed of thousands of "fire wings". When the giant kite takes off, all the "fire wings" spew white steam together. Like a mountain, like a tide, like a dream, each "Fire Wing" has a bowl of purple gold burning inside it, and a purplish-red shimmer flashes in the vastness of the smoke. At first glance, it looks like a thousand lights.
Fourteen years ago, the northern barbarians bowed their heads and paid tribute. Every year on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, a dozen or so giant kites set off from the major towns in the frontier to patrol the north.
In addition to deterrence and inspections, Juyuan is also responsible for escorting the tributes from various tribes of Beiman back to the dynasty, mainly "Zi Liujin".
A giant kite was loaded with nearly one million catties of Zi Liujin, and even the footsteps when it came back were a little heavier than when it went, and the loud sound of fire wings could be heard from twenty to thirty kilometers away.
The giant kite on the northern tour set off on the first month of the month, and it took half a year to leave, and only returned when the fire broke out.
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