Shan He Biao Li

In the middle of the night, the patriarch's scepter stood on one side. It seemed to burn nowhere. The flames were still on, and the wood was never short.

The flame glowing like a huge night pearl.

Nan Shan was sitting on a shabby chair with his arms resting on his forehead. His brows were slightly wrinkled, and his long and curled eyelashes twitched occasionally.

Chu Huan froze for a moment, only to find that he occupied Nanshan's bed.

He first tried to move his left hand, and found that the feeling of poisoning and numbness had basically disappeared, but he still couldn't help himself.

Chu Huan changed his posture, stretched his sore limbs, and briefly reviewed what happened before. It did n’t matter if he did n’t think about it, and the more he thought about it, the more he could n’t lie down.

At this time he was extremely eager to find someone, and thoroughly asked the cause and effect.

This is no longer to satisfy curiosity. Chu Huan needs someone to prove that he is not crazy.

But despite the right person in front of him, he fell asleep, Chu Huan struggled for a while, and finally the urgency in his heart was defeated by Nanshan's sleeping face.

Chu Huan closed his eyes tiredly, and decided to go back and look at the psychiatry anyway.

He found that he had developed to the point where he could not believe his cognition.

Thinking about it this way, Chu Huan unconsciously turned the ring on his hand. He didn't expect to touch an empty space. At that time, his heart jumped out of the air.

It wasn't until the "Tease You Play" piece was found in the quilt around him that Chu Huan was relieved and snapped it back on his finger, as if he had touched a life-saving straw.

After doing all this, Chu Huan blinked his dry eyes and couldn't help but feel introspective. He felt that it was a bit abnormal to rely on foreign objects in this way, which seemed to be very useless.

Chu Huan was so sullen for a while, reluctantly raising his spirit, regaining the spirit of revolutionary optimism, and thinking with self-consolation: "Forget it, after all, it is the relic of the old man.

At this time, a hand was stretched out and pressed against his forehead.

Nanshan was still awakened.

"It's still hot," Nanshan said, bringing Chu Huan a bowl of water. "Drink, sleep after a while, you have a fever caused by poison, and it will almost retreat tomorrow."

Chu Huan: "What poison?"

Nanshan: "Mutai."

The word Chu Huan also heard the little bald head once in the river. His eyes turned, and the cpu in his brain spun up in spite of the high temperature-a certain animal has a name, or a name even a child knows , Then it must not be a rare species that has only appeared in recent years. The way of thinking brought to the other side of the river. The dark monster here is probably similar to "grey wolf" and "little white rabbit". concept.

They were extremely fierce, and after a brief confrontation, Chu Huan couldn't figure out what other natural enemies this thing could have, and they moved extremely quickly. Even a gun hunter, in such a high-speed movement, it is difficult for untrained people to hit ... Moreover, it is not easy to say whether the folk-made soil rifle can penetrate its covered scale armor and mane.

But suddenly there are so many so fierce wild animals in the country, how could no one know?

Nanshan: "We all heard Ankaraye say."

Chu Huan was startled: "... Who?"

When Nanshan finished drinking water, he gently pressed Chu Huan's shoulder and asked him to lie down again.

At this moment, Nan Shan's gaze involuntarily paused on the ring in Chu Huan's hand. After the pause, he converged his expression and said: "The boy who stole away, the tribes are very grateful. Parents want to come and thank you. "

"No thanks, it should be," Chu Huan waved his hand, and then he asked the question he cared about, "Is the little bald man beaten?"

Nanshan: "Always give him some lessons, but rest assured, after all, he is still small, and his family is decent."

Chu Huan, as a kind teacher of the people, heard this remark, and on the surface, he immediately exposed the anxiety full of gardeners.

Of course, face-saving is face-saving, and his complicated inner world is not very kind, and he is always screaming: "What is the size? This must be beaten, at least for three days." ! "

Later, Chu Huan fell asleep again in this roaring inner world.

Nan Shan stood by the bed and waited for his breath to be steady before gently holding Chu Huan's hand and opening his palm.

This is a pair of slender hands on the back, but terrible on the front. There are thick cocoons between the fingers. The palms are covered with fine scars, and the palm lines are also mixed into a mess.

Chu Huan's lips were dry and cracked, and the cold moonlight through the window swept over his chin. There was an old scar on his neck that somehow left behind. He almost cut off the blood vessels here, leaving A pit that scares people.

Nanshan stretched out his hand as if he wanted to touch it, but he stretched out his hand halfway and didn't know what he remembered.

He unconsciously rubbed his fingers, pulled the quilt over Chu Huan, and walked out lightly.

Xiaofang was waiting at the door, and occasionally glanced into the house, when Nanshan came out, he quickly stood up straight: "Patriarch."

At this time, except for the water, the fog had completely dispersed.

It is the cold moon and the ridge stretches.

The woods that had fallen leaves were not covered by white mist, and at this time, some kind of sorrowful nightly desolation appeared.

The bones surrounding the whole tribe were still inserted in the place to act as weird street lights. It was three o'clock in the middle of the night, but the tribes were still on patrol, except for the sound of "sand" footsteps.

Nanshan asked in a low voice: "Does the gatekeeper have any news?"

Xiao Fang hurriedly found a stone from his pocket, and saw that someone had carved a knife on it, and someone had smeared a piece of blood with his thumb on the tip of the knife. With a single look, a sense of urgency came.

Knife and blood will not mean "calm and tranquility" in any civilization.

This is the warning of the gatekeeper.

"Look." Nanshan held the stone in his palm and pointed to the moon in the sky. Xiaofang looked up with his eyes.

At this time, there were two moons hanging in the sky, one brighter and the other darker, like the reflection of the moon in the water.

"The second shock may be on these two days, telling the spring, preparing more food, and letting the soldiers sharpen their swords, this year will be a tough battle."

Xiaofang nodded immediately. He lifted his foot to go. He took two steps and didn't know what he remembered. The steps were slightly paused: "That ... King, King ..."

"It's okay." Nanshan said, "I've been awake once."

Xiaofang was taken aback: "What? It's okay? But the people on the other side of the river stay with us for a long time, it doesn't have to be ..."

Nanshan: "Hush-just a little, fell asleep."

He turned around and glanced at the room, then lowered his voice and said to Xiaofang, "I don't know."

Xiaofang couldn't figure it out, so he didn't think about it. He said with emotion: "Anyway, I have never seen anyone who knows how to drink poisonous blood and can stand and come back. , I like him. The patriarch, now that the mountain is closed anyway, he ca n’t go out, otherwise you talk to him, let him stay? "

Nanshan was slightly fascinated. After a while, he sighed lowly: "I try it."

After Xiaofang left, Nanshan sat at the door. He took out the harmonica sent by Chu Huan, and at the place where the night and the moonlight converged, he blew a melody in his hand.

There is a little hesitation.

It will be a few hours before Chu Huan's high fever subsides completely.

The last time he opened his eyes, he saw Nanshan under the moonlight. .

Hua Gu Duo is stepping on the back of her little classmate, looking hard into it, her eyes suddenly caught up with the freshly awakened Chu Huan, and suddenly "Oops", startled.

She just said she was big and small, she just knew how old she was to face, she ran into the patriarch's house to spy on the man, she was caught by someone, and her small face suddenly turned red.

Hua Gu Duo jumped in a panic, screaming at her little classmate.

Chu Huan heard a whisper of "what's going on" at the corner of the wall and couldn't help a headache.

After a little baldness, he didn't want to see any minors for a short time.

At this time, I didn't know who screamed the "Patriarch", and I heard a clutter of footsteps outside the window, and the children dispersed.

Nanshan stood for a while at the door and scared away the last little boy who probed his head and looked back, before he came in.

When Chu Huan saw him in a sober state without fever or poisoning, he felt a sensation in his heart-he felt that this was a stolen time, as if dreaming of the start of school, and the child who was suffering was awakened when he woke up and found that his holiday was The kind of hilarity and happiness that remain for a few days.

This lightened his whole heart.

Chu Huan noticed that Nanshan was holding a bowl of soup medicine in one hand and a basket made of twigs in the other.

There are fresh leaves in the basket, interspersed with a few flowers ... Well, mostly white flowers, among the clusters of flowers, there is a ham with a bad style of painting, and the ham is surrounded by a bunch of red wild strawberries, it looks like it is again Strange and festive.

Chu Huan has never seen such innovative packaging: "What is this custom?"

Nanshan: "You saved the children of our tribe, all the tribes gave you."

Chu Huan choked unacceptably: "Gift?"

Nanshan glanced at him suspiciously, as if asking "otherwise".

Chu Huan: "..."

He thought it was a "one-on-one service of" department of the remains "plus" offering on the grave on holidays ").

It must be fun.