Jiang Heng couldn't sit still that day, walking around at home, while Geng Shu practiced swordsmanship as usual. Jiang Heng said, "Are we going to move? We're leaving now? Where did they go? Why didn't they leave a note?"
"Wait at home," Geng Shu said.
Jiang Heng said, "Let's go out and see?"
"Don't go," Geng Shu frowned, "It's very chaotic outside, they might come back after noon."
Jiang Heng had to nod. He was restless at noon, and before his mother came back, Geng Shu lit a fire under the stove, warmed up the lunch, and brought it over for the two of them to eat. , said: "Teach me to read."
"You're all in." Jiang Heng said.
"There are still some who won't." Geng Shu pointed to the words on the roll of skin.
Jiang Heng said: "This is the sheet music, not the words."
Geng Shu was startled and said, "Can you play the piano?"
Jiang Heng knew something about it, but he didn't play it much. Geng Shu asked again, "Do you have a piano at home?"
Jiang Heng remembered there was one in the attic, and said, "I touched it once and was almost beaten to death by my mother."
"It doesn't matter," Geng Shu said, "I want to learn, I'll find it."
Jiang Heng worked hard to pull out the dusty qin from the attic, sneezed twice, Geng Shu climbed up the ladder, let him down, took the qin with one hand and put it on his shoulders and came down.
"Why can't this qin always be wiped clean?" Jiang Heng said, "There are so many dark spots on the top."
"That's blood." Geng Shu glanced at him and replied.
The qin was some years old, and the blood was soaked into the wood. Geng Shu knew its origin at a glance—this was the qin that his father held during his lifetime. The blood that spewed out dyed the guqin red.
But he didn't explain it to Jiang Heng, he touched the piano, just like touching his father back then, but he didn't know where Jiang Zhao got the piano.
Jiang Heng didn't know how to play. After a simple wipe, the two faced the sheet music and tugged a few times like cotton. Jiang Heng laughed out loud, but Geng Shu pointed at the sheet music and pressed the strings seriously.
"I'll press it for you," Jiang Heng said, "you play."
A few qin sounds could be heard from Jiang Heng's bedroom, and it didn't take a moment for Geng Shu to get the hang of it without a teacher.
"Don't you know?" Jiang Heng asked in surprise.
"I've seen dad play it before." Geng Shu replied, "Come on, look at the score, which one is this?"
Jiang Heng and Geng Shu played for a while, and the sound of the piano was no longer as unpleasant as playing cotton, but after pressing it for a long time, his fingers hurt. It was getting dark gradually, and it was raining lightly outside. Geng Shu went to warm up dinner, and the two of them ate.
"They should come back tomorrow," Jiang Heng said, "or we won't have anything to eat."
"Yeah." Geng Shu wiped the violin with a damp cloth, moved it to the bedroom cabinet, covered it with a cloth, and said, "Sleep, I'll be back most of the night."
Jiang Heng lay down on the bed, Geng Shu came over to touch the inside of the bed, it was cold and wet, and the quilt was still stored in the utility room.
"Cold?" Geng Shu hesitated.
Jiang Heng pulled Geng Shu's sleeve, but before he could say anything, Geng Shu closed the door, went to bed, and slept with him. After the summer, Geng Shu was eleven years old, and Jiang Heng was almost nine years old. Like a little adult, Geng Shu raised his arms, put Jiang Heng on his pillow, hugged him, and used his body to warm the wet and cold bed.
"They will be back tomorrow." Jiang Heng murmured.
"Well," Geng Shu replied, "Yes."
Jiang Heng was a little scared at first, but when he was in Geng Shu's arms, he felt a lot more at ease. The sound of rain hit the eaves, he shrank towards Geng Shu, Geng Shu turned around, seemed to sense his fear and helplessness, hugged him tightly, Jiang Heng closed his eyes, rested fell asleep.
The next day, Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Wei did not go home.
Jiang Heng searched every room, and finally stood in the main room and said, "What should I do?"
Geng Shu, who had just practiced swordsmanship, sat on the threshold and wiped the sword with a look of indifference and said, "Wait."
Jiang Heng said, "What shall we eat?"
Geng Shu got up and walked through the corridor. Jiang Heng, in a single shirt, followed closely behind, and followed Geng Shu into the kitchen. Geng Shu rummaged for a while, dragged out the rice bucket, found rice, then went to the warehouse, found a piece of bacon, took a sea bowl, and picked out some side dishes from the pickle jar.
"Put more on," Geng Shu looked out, then looked at Jiang Heng, "It's cold, it's going to snow, go back to your room and put on clothes, and be obedient."
Geng Shu pushed Jiang Heng back to the room, pulled out a mink fur jacket, and asked Jiang Heng to put it on. He found deerskin trousers for him to wear, and found a fur cloak. Dressed in winter.
"What about you?" Jiang Heng said, "you wear this, you are also obedient."
"I'm not cold." Geng Shu has never been afraid of the cold. He usually washes his clothes by himself, a blue robe, a black robe, and two sets of underwear and trousers. After wearing them for more than a year, they are now small.
Jiang Heng said, "I'll find it for you. There should be other clothes."
When the adults in the family were not around, Jiang Heng realized that they had to learn to take care of themselves, otherwise they would both starve and freeze, so he began to rummage through boxes to find clothes.
"It's time to eat." Geng Shu boiled a sparse rice soup, flipped his chopsticks, but there were not a few grains of rice in it, and said, "Put too much water."
"This is yours," Jiang Heng said, finding a new set of underwear folded at the bottom of the cabinet, "Look?"
"It's yours." Geng Shu said.
"Yours." Jiang Heng drew himself a picture, which was obviously more than a bit bigger, so it should be just right for Geng Shu. He was wearing a deerskin jacket, trousers, a lambskin fur coat, and a pair of wolfskin boots.
"It's yours." Geng Shu turned to leave, Jiang Heng said, "You try? It's really yours."
Geng Shu said, "Stop arguing, your mother makes clothes for you, you have to be bigger."
Jiang Heng took the lamb fur, showed it to Geng Shu, and said, "Do you remember this collar?"
Geng Shu stopped talking, and touched the collar. The collar used to be a fur coat. It was washed and straightened out. This Maowei Jiang Heng remembered, and Geng Shu also remembered that it was the first day he came to Jiang's house that he wore a dirty neckline.
"So it must be yours." Jiang Heng said, "What is this?"
At the bottom of the cabinet, there is also a skin of an unknown animal, with purple-black marks on it, like a fox skin.
"Don't move around," Geng Shu said, "beware of getting scolded again."
Geng Shu tried on the new clothes, and they fit. Jiang Heng looked at him, and Geng Shu looked at him in the mirror and said, "What are you laughing at?"
"It's so beautiful." Jiang Heng said.
Jiang Heng hadn't seen a few people since he was a child, but he really felt that Geng Shu was like the gentleman in "Poems", "like cutting, like grinding," with a white and thin face, a nose bridge like a mountain, double The eyes are like stars, and the two thick eyebrows are long open, which is like a beautiful jade.
Geng Shu looked back at Jiang Heng, touched his face, took his hand, held it tightly, and said, "Let's go, have breakfast."
The two brothers dressed warmly, which immediately dispelled some of Jiang Heng's unease. After the meal, it started to rain again. Geng Shu brought Sun Tzu's Art of War and gave birth to a small stove to read in Jiang Heng's bedroom. Jiang Heng ate a clear soup-like porridge, and his stomach began to growl.
"I'll cook another meal," Geng Shu said, "what do you want to eat?"
"Let's eat together at night," Jiang Heng said. "Many people only eat two meals a day, so they don't have to cook all the time."
Geng Shu thought for a while, and was a little hungry, and said, "Then, drink more water."
At dusk, Geng Shu sliced the bacon and boiled it with the rice. The bottom of the pot was burnt and the rice had a faint bitter taste. Jiang Heng was so hungry that he ate two bowls, while Geng Shu ate most of the rice. Rice coke.
When he fell asleep, Geng Shu slept with Jiang Heng as usual, Jiang Heng said pitifully, "I'm a little hungry again."
Geng Shu said, "I'll make some more for you?"
Jiang Heng said, "Is there any more rice?"
Geng Shu: "There is still more than a stone."
Jiang Heng: "Save yourself and eat. You won't be hungry when you fall asleep."
On the third day, the family members still did not come back.
When Jiang Heng woke up, the room had been filled with hot water for washing. Jiang Heng ran into the courtyard and saw Geng Shu standing on the high wall looking into the distance.
"Brother! What are you looking at?" Jiang Heng asked.
"Nothing!" Geng Shu stood steadily and looked into the distance. There was a scorching fire in the city. There was smoke everywhere. The smoke and dust outside the city were billowing and it was full of mud. The cry was sent far away.
Jiang Heng said, "I'll go up and have a look."
Geng Shu said, "Don't come up, let's eat first. Are you hungry? I boiled eggs."
"Eggs!" Jiang Heng was so hungry that his heart was on his back. Geng Shu jumped down, went to the kitchen and brought out the basin, which contained ten boiled eggs.
Geng Shu boiled all the eggs left in the kitchen basket at one time, poured some soy sauce, peeled off the egg shell, and handed it to Jiang Heng for him to eat. The white and tender boiled eggs dipped in some seasonings are simply delicious in the world. Jiang Heng ate three in a row, and Geng Shu said, "Don't choke."
Jiang Heng swallowed it with difficulty. Geng Shu asked him to drink tea. Jiang Heng said, "Noon... No, what do you have for dinner?"
Geng Shu peeled off a few more and let Jiang Heng eat enough first, and only kept two for himself, and said, "I'm going out to get some food, do you have any money at home?"
Jiang Heng suddenly remembered that he grew up so big, and he didn't know where the money in the family was. Usually, Granny Wei and his mother were in charge.
The two brothers rummaged through the box and found a bag of Zheng money at the bottom of the box in Granny Wei's room. It should be the expenses that Granny Wei used to buy vegetables on weekdays, and the gold and silver were kept in the mother's room.
"How much is this?" Jiang Heng counted, but he didn't know the value of the currency. Geng Shu just glanced at it and said, "Enough, wait for me at home."
"I don't!" Jiang Heng insisted, but Geng Shu didn't allow him to follow, and said angrily, "Be obedient!"
In that tone, there was already a faint majesty of a mature brother.
Seeing Jiang Heng's sad face, Geng Shu thought about Jiang Heng's fear in the past two days, but if he didn't say it, it must be difficult, so he patiently said, "Brother will definitely come back, don't worry, there are many people outside, I'm afraid to take care of you. Not on you."
Jiang Heng also understood that from what he saw from the top of the wall, Xundong City was in a mess, and he followed him out, which was also a hindrance to Geng Shu, so he had to nod reluctantly.
Geng Shu took the pocket of money, turned over the wall, and went straight to find food.
It was noon, Jiang Heng was waiting at home alone, a little scared.
In the past, Qianwei's mother-in-law and mother also went out and left him alone at home, but since Geng Shu came, his life has changed. For more than a year, they have been inseparable every day. Today is the first time that Geng Shu is not by his side.
Jiang Heng was restless, thinking that since some people have come and left, they can't be regarded as never appearing.
Just like what my mother said, the old friend has no future, and when the flowers wither, will there be a day when even Geng Shu will leave him, or is this brother just a passing visitor in his life
A child who reads a lot of books will always come up with many ideas that should not be borne by him at his age. With Geng Shu's return a minute later, this thought aggravated a little, until it was extremely heavy at the end, pressing on Jiang Heng's heart.
Jiang Heng took the qin and reluctantly played it for a while, and it gradually leaned westward. At this moment, he didn't know that this feeling was exactly what the former sage used to say "people are tired".
Seeing that the sunset was bloody, and Geng Shu went out for an afternoon, but never returned, Jiang Heng finally couldn't wait any longer, threw the qin, found a ladder, put it on the wall, and climbed out.
"Geng Shu!" Jiang Heng was so panicked that he was about to cry. He was running around in the chaotic streets. There was flying ash and thick smoke everywhere. Cupping pots flew one after another from outside the city, smashing them on the houses and igniting them. Xun Dongcheng.
The mules and horses neighed in the thick smoke, and the soldiers were in chaos. Everywhere were the people who were tidying up and fled, each shouting: "The Ying army is coming in!"
"The city is broken!"
Jiang Heng was overwhelmed, and then his eyes were flushed by the smoke from the downwind, his eyes were red, his face was black and gray, and he stumbled down the street, crying: "Brother! Brother!"
There was another loud noise. In Xundong City, the official mansion was burnt down, the three-storey watchtower collapsed, and there were burning people everywhere, rushing out of the sea of fire, Jiang Heng opened his eyes and rushed to save the people who were on fire. But he bumped into a stagger, rushed into the ditch, and let out a scream.
Jiang Heng looked around in a daze and turned around subconsciously. At this moment, in his bright eyes, a tall horse with a big head, dragging a carriage on fire and rushing in fright, was reflected.
Jiang Heng shouted in panic, "Brother!"
The sea of fire rose all around, ashes flew, and the mad warhorse rushed towards him. Jiang Heng, who was only nine years old, stepped back half a step, and his body was covered in fire. At that moment, his only thought was: it's over, I'm going to die—
-In an instant, a figure rushed from the sea of fire, and suddenly hugged Jiang Heng, led him to turn over in the sea of fire, and fell out.
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The tall horse ran rampantly, ran over where Jiang Heng was standing in the blink of an eye, got rid of the rut, the carriage made a loud noise, and hit the wall of a family's courtyard.
Geng Shu anxiously beat the flames on Jiang Heng's body, hugged him and stood up, reaching out to touch the black ashes on his face, when he was about to ask, he was suddenly stunned.
Jiang Heng gasped violently, and the two brothers stared at each other.
Geng Shu was flying over the eaves and walls and was in a hurry to go home. He overheard a child shouting for his brother, reminding him of Jiang Heng who was at home. In a single thought, he flew to save his life.
However, the difference in this thought also saved Geng Shu's own life. Due to yin and yang, this child turned out to be Jiang Heng!
Geng Shu regained his senses, and immediately became angry. He couldn't help but slap Jiang Heng and shouted, "Who told you to come out?!"
Jiang Heng was caught off guard, received Geng Shu's slap in the face, stunned for a long time, and said, "I saw you didn't come back... I'm afraid... I... "
This was the first time that Geng Shu had beaten him, Jiang Heng was already terrified, and after a while, the tears slowly flowed down. Geng Shu was anxious and angry at first, and he did anything for a while. Realizing that he had made a mistake, he wiped his body with one hand.
Jiang Heng couldn't understand the meaning of Geng Shu's slap, he just thought he didn't want him anymore.
In fact, although my mother is fierce, she always raises her hand to hit her, and the chance to fall on her is rare, but every time she slaps her face, she is always accompanied by a sharp "Get out of my way! I don't want you!" As punishment, always tied to the threat of abandonment.
Although Geng Shu's slap was not heavy, it was Jiang Heng's answer when he met him suddenly after he almost lost him. He subconsciously felt the bitterness of being abandoned in the resounding slap, and he was so scared that he didn't know what to do. Well, I just stood shaking.