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While taking a nap, he suddenly heard a burst of abuse, followed by punches, kicks and muffled groans. Runzhi covered his ears impatiently, turned over, and continued to sleep.

However, the bullying process was lengthy and monotonous, so Runzhi couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning, so he simply turned to the wall to watch this free commotion.

The beggar who was beaten was a little beggar. He was only five or six years old, and he probably moved south with the refugees. He had a big head, thin limbs, and was so thin that only a handful of bones remained, like a black potato stuck on a reed stick. , several ragged men kicked and beat him around, as if they wanted to snatch something from him.

The little beggar held a steamed bun tightly, and his fists and feet landed on him mercilessly, almost crushing his small bone stick, but he seemed to feel no pain, and took the time to stuff the steamed bun into his mouth, chewing fiercely. It looks like a starving ghost who has eaten the last meal and has not finished the next meal.

A group of adult refugees saw that they couldn't get any food, so they became furious and greeted him even more fiercely. The little beggar put his arms around his head, chewed non-stop, and finally swallowed the mouthful of buns, scolding him the most. The man stepped on his stomach and yelled, "You bastard! I told you to steal it! I stomped your dog's stomach!"

Runzhi looked at it for a long time, and he knew it well—where there are people, there are fights. Refugees are also people, and they are divided into different classes. Young and middle-aged people have the strength to grab more food to fill their stomachs. Can wait for the government to open a warehouse for alms, hungry and full to barely survive.

Runzhi yawned, not wanting to meddle in this business, but at this moment, the child suddenly raised his head and glanced at him from a distance——

The stubborn and sinister eyes of the two parties suddenly revealed a short period of weakness and pleading, as if they were trying their best to beg for help. Refugees usually don't ask for help, because they understand that everyone is a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, so they understand the coldness of the world better than others , it is right to be wise and protect yourself.

But Runzhi is an otherworldly existence in the refugee camp, as if he has been used to saving people since he was a child, no matter how downcast he is, the inertia is deeply ingrained in his bones.

That look was like an awl, and the unwillingness and despair, pain and powerlessness revealed in it severely shook the strings in Runzhi's heart that had been dusty for a long time. That little beggar reminded him of himself.

It was that moment of hesitation, he turned over and fell down——

A group of yelling refugees were still immersed in the pleasure of beating and venting, when suddenly they received a heavy punch in the back, and the leader who scolded the most just now was shoved into a fight, and they were stunned for a moment.

"You, who are you kid?!"

Runzhi didn't want to talk nonsense with him, his feet were slightly apart, his knees sank, and he made a direct move.

"Meddle in your own business!" The leader tried his best to get up with the support of the younger brothers, with a grin on his face, clasped his hands together, and swung his back, "Little ones, get out of here—"

A group of rabble ran away like shit, the leader took the lead and ran at the forefront, turned around and shouted in a very clichéd voice, "You wait for me—!"

Runzhi "..."

The crowd dispersed, leaving only the little beggar prostrate on the ground. Runzhi walked a few steps closer to see how he was hurt, but the child grabbed his trousers, his little hands were cracked from the cold, and his head was full of frostbite. Bleeding from the beating, he flinched and firmly grabbed his trousers, as if he was holding on to a life-saving straw.

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☆, Yan Feng

When Xiao Yanfeng saw that person for the first time, it felt like he had been waiting for eight years.

That year, Yan Feng was eight years old.

He couldn't remember who his biological parents were, and where his hometown was. He only knew that when he was a child, he was thrown in the back mountain. After a little help, when he was able to walk and run, the female wolf was hunted and killed by the hunter, and her fur was stripped to make a blanket. From the wolf's last glance, he could barely see something called maternal love.

Later, Orion dragged him out of the wolf den by the skin around his neck. After staring at him for a while, he seemed to think that there was still room for domestication, so he tied him on a dog chain and dragged him back. residence, tied to the door as a watchdog.

Orion is addicted to alcohol, he hunts for a few dollars and then goes to the market for alcohol. He often gets drunk, beats him, chokes his neck, and cries to him about the woman who ran away with the little boy. Orion calls him a "wolf cub". — that was his first name.

It's a pity that Orion didn't realize until his death that people are not dogs after all.

Orion died, he wiped his hands clean, brought a few stone-like dry food, and followed the Haohaotangtang refugee team.

Right now, he has been turned around in the gate of hell, and the bones in his body seem to be falling apart, but the desire to survive makes him use all his strength to hold the trousers of the person in front of him tightly.

The man glanced at him and didn't say a word, as if he was a different person from when he rescued him just now, he raised his head as hard as he could, looked into the man's eyes, and felt that there was no love or hate there, just like a well. Waves, only the peace and detachment after being washed away by the years are left.

The man bent down, separated his fingers one by one, and walked away.

He felt a little disappointed, since he was rescued, why didn't he pat his head, even if he said something, he tried his best to curl up into a small ball, trying to ignore the pain in his body, and silently glanced at the man back.

Runzhi left the alley, and quickly forgot about the little beggar. Why didn't he know what he was thinking, but now that he couldn't protect himself, he couldn't save the whole life if he saved it for a while. Think about it, so as not to give him hope and make him despair, he understands this feeling too well.

Impulsive meddling during the day, doomed to be uneasy that night, Runzhi was beaten in the head so that he knew it well, resisting the dizziness and confronting a group of people who gradually surrounded him in the dark.

The strong smell of alcohol made him unable to open his eyes, only to hear the boss shout in the daytime, "Brother! This brat is just obstructing our brother's work! Abolish him!"

Sure enough, he came prepared, felt the ground tremble, and saw a [-]-foot strong man pulling up mountains and falling trees, he raised his fist and smashed it, Runzhi raised his hand to block, after suffering this blow, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist bone for a while, Almost dislocated, unable to fight recklessly, retreated again and again.

The strong man pursued him closely, knocking his head against the wall for more than a dozen times. Seeing that he finally stopped struggling, he stretched out his hand and tore his clothes down the front.

Runzhi felt a heart-piercing pain. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was a headache or the previous wound was split. A piece of his scalp seemed to be scratched, and blood flowed down the bridge of his nose. With a piece of white and bright skin, the strong man was full of alcohol, his eyes were burning, and he reached down to touch his crotch with his big hand.

A few Xiao Xiaoxiao on the side also stared straight away, they never looked closely during the day, but now they look carefully at the dusty face, they almost missed such a beauty, they felt itchy, swallowed their saliva, and only hoped that the big brother would be happy Enough is enough, and I can also step forward to get a share.

Suddenly, the burly man let out a roar, his thick waist convulsed, a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth, and he fell limply to the ground, with an iron shovel fixed behind him.

The burly man fell down, revealing that the frail child behind him was actually a little beggar who was bullied during the day. In the gloomy night, Runzhi saw the green light in the child's eyes, like a sharp-toothed child. No one could see where the little wolf cub came from. The iron shovel was three feet long and weighed at least twenty or thirty catties. I don't know how he picked it up, and stabbed the strong man to death.

The sudden change frightened the few people who watched the excitement nearby, and they dared not move for a while.

The child held the shovel in one hand, moved back and forth, pulled it out from the back of the strong man, dragged it around, and stood in front of Run, arching slightly, in a protective posture.

"Kill... kill..."

The refugees were originally bullying and fearing the hard, but now seeing that the backer had collapsed and the child seemed to be possessed by some dirty thing, he was desperately fighting, his legs were weak from fright, and he hurriedly yelled and yelled a few times, Then they dispersed.

The moonlight faded away, scattered all over the ground without a sound.

Runzhi covered the wound on his head with his hands and got up, one big and one small sat opposite each other, the little beggar took out a handful of wormwood from his arms, and slowly chewed it in his mouth.

This food is inedible, Runzhi wanted to stop him, but the thought just passed through his mind, and then he tilted his head against the wall and fell asleep - just eat it, it has nothing to do with me.

I had no dreams all night, and I haven't slept so peacefully for a long time. When I woke up, there was a piece of green wormwood foam on my forehead, and the wound had miraculously scabbed over.

Runzhi looked around and found that he was lying in the narrow alley under the sunlight. The fragrance of the sunlight reminded him of his long-lost hometown, his father and his childhood. whet his appetite.

After a long winter, the sunshine in early spring is quite warm, but after all, it can’t be eaten as food. Runzhi sighed hypocritically for a while, when he suddenly smelled the aroma of food coming from nowhere, he felt empty in his stomach, and he immediately tightened his nose Take two more deep breaths.

The little beggar returned victoriously with a bruised nose and a swollen face. Seeing that he had woken up, he quickly handed over the two buns. As soon as he said that, he reciprocated and gave him half of the other bun.

Taking advantage of the warm and cold wind in early spring, Runzhi ate his first full meal in three days—one and a half steamed buns, and this meal was given to him by the little beggar in front of him.

The little beggar completely lost the hostility of last night, and squatted quietly to the side. If anyone dared to covet the bun in Runzhi's hand, he would make a low warning sound like a dog in his throat, and put it away again after scaring the person away. Dressed in reversed hair, he obediently rubbed his dirty head against Runzhi's sleeve.

When Runzhi was full, he patted his buttocks and left. The child followed step by step. He followed for three streets. When Runzhi walked fast, he followed fast. When Runzhi slowed down, he stopped and waited for two steps, always keeping at a distance of one foot. Open, dare not go beyond.

Followed all the way to the small shack where Runzhi stayed.

If I had known it was such a dog skin plaster that couldn't be shaken off, I shouldn't have meddled in my own business at the time. Runzhi sighed, turned around to pick up a stone, bent towards him as if scaring a dog, and let out a 'hound' sound from his throat .The little beggar was so frightened that he took two steps back and almost fell down. His little hand hit the wall and a piece of frostbite was worn out.

Runzhi couldn't bear it in his heart, he was also a degenerate person in the world, why bother, but he was homeless and had no ability to support him, thinking this way, he felt a little more at ease, turned around and went back to sleep in the shack.

The little beggar stared at him eagerly for a while, and when Runzhi woke up, he looked out along the entrance of the shack, but he was nowhere to be seen, probably because he couldn't get a bargain, so he went to find someone else, Runzhi smiled and shook his head.

Unexpectedly, in the evening, a piece of barbecue appeared out of thin air at the entrance of the shack. It was the size of a palm, alternately fat and thin, with three layers of flowers. It was roasted so oily, burnt on the outside and tender on the inside. The revenge seeker put poison in the flesh, trying to poison him to death?

As soon as I thought about it, those people are not stupid. If they have meat, they don't eat it themselves, and use it to poison their enemies?Anyway, he was reluctant, the long-lost meaty smell entangled him, sucking it into his skin inch by inch, the aroma made his scalp numb, making him unable to think.

If you grit your teeth and stomp your feet, you will die. Anyway, it is meaningless to live without meat.

It may be because he hasn't touched meat for a long time, although this piece of meat is not salty, it still makes him fly around with satisfaction. He ate it too fast, but he didn't taste any meat.

In the evening of the next day, there was another piece of meat, and Runzhi ate it without any doubts.

For several days in a row, sometimes it was a piece of fat and thin meat, and sometimes it was a piece of stick bone with marrow and fragrance. Runzhi's wound recovered very quickly, and he quickly returned to the average level of fat.

In the evening of that day, the little beggar put the grilled meat at the entrance of Runzhi's shack as usual, and reluctantly forgot to look inside, and when he left, he didn't notice the people behind him.

After returning to the corner of the alley, the little beggar threw a piece of wood into the burning charcoal fire, dragged out a broken basket from the base of the wall, carefully blew off the snow foam on it, and stretched out his hand to pull out a piece of arm. ——The arm was thick and dark, with uneven cuts, and it was not bleeding much, it was obvious that it had been dead for many days.

He sliced ​​off a good piece of meat from his elbow, carefully put it back into the snow and buried it, and cut off his fingertips with little meat, and skewered them with bamboo sticks, intending to roast them himself.

Runzhi's stomach turned upside down, and he was about to vomit on the spot. It turned out that the meat he ate these past few days... vomit...

Only then did the little beggar notice Runzhi, and hurriedly stood up cautiously, and even gave him a place to sit beside the fire, but seeing his face was livid, he was obviously furious, he didn't know what he had done wrong, so he He lowered his head and kept rubbing the tattered corners of his clothes.

It took Runzhi a long time to catch his breath, his heart ached for no reason, he walked over quickly, took the child's little hand, opened it, wrote the word 'Fengshen' in the palm of his hand, and pointed to himself , wrote another two characters stroke by stroke, and finally pointed to him.

The little beggar was illiterate, but he understood that the man wanted him, and the last two words were the name he gave himself, and he felt mixed for a moment—he was happy that someone would depend on him for life from now on, and worried about what happened in case this happened. If a person knows that he is illiterate, will he change his mind and abandon him?Thinking of this, he quickly clenched his palms, fearing that the two words would fly off, and ran to find the most knowledgeable old doctor in the refugee camp.

The old doctor told him that those two characters read "Yanfeng".

After that, Xiao Yanfeng lived in Runzhi's shack, and the two of them worked together to expand the shack, and Runzhi recalled the craftsmanship taught by Liu Fengchu, and added some wooden furniture, which turned out to be quite decent.

The child's sensibility and self-reliance completely exceeded his expectations. Runzhi gradually understood why he was able to survive in such a chaotic refugee gathering place. It is very fast, whether it is porridge or food distribution, it can always be ahead of the refugees, snatching food in the daytime, and secretly going up the mountain to hunt some wild animals at night to stock up. , might as well be said to be supported by him.

Later, he was not allowed to eat human flesh, and Xiao Yanfeng felt it was a pity. Although human flesh is not the most delicious, it does not take much effort to get one. The two are big and can be eaten by one person for a long time. Runzhi didn't let him eat it, so he didn't eat it anymore.

In the spare time when he doesn't have to run for food, Runzhi occasionally writes in his palm, one every day, and doesn't teach him to read. Let him find someone who can read and read. For these few words, Xiao Yanfeng calls He said 'Master'.

Slowly, he found that the child was extremely intelligent, and one word a day was far from satisfying him, so he wrote poems on the ground with a small wooden stick, writing lines and erasing lines, as if deliberately embarrassing him, but unexpectedly Xiao Yanfeng could read it If you don’t forget, you can recite it to him word for word the next day.

The big waves pan for real gold, and the troubled times bury heroes. Such an outstanding talent is buried in the mud after all. Runzhi regrets it from the bottom of his heart.

For some reason, the arrival of this child seems to have created a rift in Runzhi's life that had been silent for a long time, revealing a ray of sunshine, and the desire to survive is also inflated under this ray of sunlight, wanting to live, wanting to live well .

He finally understood that it turns out that living is a kind of instinct, but living well is a matter of ability. To live, one has to do something and for someone.

Half a year later, the refugees were dispersed by the White Lotus Cultists and collectively moved west to Uliasutai.

The desert was cold and windy, and the refugees packed their huts tightly to keep warm. Runzhi and Xiao Yanfeng built a small piece of land around the huts, and made several jars of wine from the broken rice they picked up in the field, and buried them under the big iron tree. , and even raised three wild reed chickens and two wild reed chickens in captivity, and life gradually improved, which can be regarded as impressive.

Xu had been suffering from hunger for a long time, and Xiao Yanfeng couldn't slow down every time he ate. Once he swallowed an egg whole, and Runzhi was so scared that he took pictures of him for a long time, for fear that the egg would kill his little one. Life.When there is enough food, the child grows faster and grows like a stick. It takes a month to make a new pair of straw sandals, and finally catches up with the height of a child of this age.

Sometimes looking at his back, Runzhi feels relieved that "my family has a baby who is just growing up". He has never done it himself, but he seems to gradually understand the sadness of being a parent. He walked all the way through the wind and rain, After experiencing all the suffering in the world, when he looked back, he found that the person who could shield him from the wind and rain had been away from him for too long.

Runzhi's injury has healed, but before the windy weather, he suffered from back pain. Xiao Yanfeng rubbed his little hands to warm his back every day, and pushed him in the middle of the night. There was a scar on his back. From the shoulder blades to the lower waist, new flesh has been born now, and the tragedy of that time can still be vaguely seen. Xiao Yanfeng dared not ask, and knew that he would not speak if asked.

He learned more and more poems, and later the refugees dispersed, and the old man was trampled to death by a white lotus horse on the way, so no one taught him how to read the rare characters. Fortunately, most of the common characters have been learned, and the radicals The capital is recognized, so I can guess roughly by myself.

One day when he went out to collect food, he came back a little early and saw Runzhi writing on the ground with his back turned to him. When he went around to look at it, he wiped it again, and only saw the last sentence——

Come down to the West Tower for your sake.

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☆, sensuality

Come down to the West Tower for your sake.

He can recognize every word, why can't he understand when they are connected together?What's ahead?This sentence must not be the only one, the thirst for knowledge made Xiao Yanfeng curious, he thought in his heart, and unconsciously murmured, "Wei Jun went down to the west building in a storm... What is in front?"

Unexpectedly, when Runzhifu heard these words, his whole body shook, as if some kind of secret had been smashed through, and he stomped on it to flatten the soil, as if he wanted to trample those whole words into the ground. , the usual indifference on his face suddenly cracked a crack, revealing some emotions that Xiao Yanfeng had never seen before, such a lively master caught him off guard, and even wanted to keep this lively him for a while longer, Just a little while.

It's been quite some time since one big and one small got along with each other. Normally, whenever Xiao Yanfeng had doubts about poetry, Runzhi was always willing to write down the meaning in his palm stroke by stroke, but that day Runzhi never agreed with him. He explained, turned around and went out as if fleeing. He wanted to wait for him to come back and ask questions, but something happened that night.

In the evening, there was a strong wind, and Runzhi did not return. Xiao Yanfeng stood at the entrance of the shack and watched him for a long time, but he was not seen. He was even more worried. He was afraid that there would be a storm in the desert at night, and he would be uncomfortable. If he wanted to go, he covered the livestock pen with thatch, put on a bamboo hat to cover the grass gate, and went out to look for him.

The refugees have been stationed in Uliasutai for a long time. This place is close to the town. Although the land is desolate, there is still room for reclamation, and there is also food relief from the court. They live a much more comfortable life than before. Everyone does their best to feed and clothe Satisfied, gradually there are many entertainment activities in addition to production and labor.

That night, Old Man Sun set up a stall at the entrance of his shack to tell stories again. He talked for several days in a row. Everyone didn't like to hear those old stories. The new story is about the secrets of the current emperor and the treacherous officials of the former dynasty. The sky is high here and the emperor is far away. It is not new for the common people to tell a few royal stories.

As soon as Old Man Sun came back, he quickly set up the stall. He was dumbfounded by the story, and he couldn't spit it out.

Runzhi chose the outermost seat to sit on the floor. He didn't want to listen to the book, but he didn't really want to go home. If the child asked, he really didn't know how to explain it, so he could only pretend to be deaf and dumb.

I only heard old man Sun slap the gavel, and slowly opened his mouth——

"This time the book says," old man Sun cupped his fists and bowed upward, "Everyone knows that there was a treacherous official in the previous dynasty, named Niu Hulu He Shen."

"Your Majesty, that's greedy and abusive to the king's law, and he does all kinds of evil. It is said that when Emperor Jiaqing ransacked his mansion, he confiscated more than a hundred carts of gold bars and nuggets alone, silk and satin, antique concubines, and more Wow……"

There was a burst of boos from around, Runzhi swallowed his tea and smiled helplessly.

"Don't rush to sigh," Old Man Sun changed the subject, "Let's take a guess, what happened to the big minister?"

One person said, "It's said that the house was ransacked, so he must be dead."

Others agreed one after another, Old Man Sun smiled mysteriously, and slowly stroked his beard, "Otherwise, otherwise—"

"Back then, Emperor Jiaqing bestowed a three-foot white silk on Heshen with an imperial decree, ordering him to kill himself. He also declared to the outside world that King Qin beheaded treacherous ministers, but no one knew that Emperor Jiaqing secretly sent Heshen out of the palace, making him go all over the world. Bei Zi went to hide, it is considered to have broken the relationship between the last emperor and his monarch and ministers."

"How is this possible?" one person asked, "How can the emperor let such a treacherous minister go? If he makes a comeback in the future, wouldn't it be a great disaster!"

"Hey," old man Sun said inscrutablely, "this is a secret. It is said that the current emperor has not married yet, and his post is in vain. He is waiting for a returnee, and this returnee is the previous one. The son of the treacherous court official He Shen, Fengshen Yinde."

"Clang!" The teacup in Runzhi's hand dropped in response.

One stone stirred up thousands of waves, and everyone chattered for a while.

"Then did the emperor wait for that man?"

"Didn't you see that there are missing persons posted on the gate tower in the county town?"

"That post has been posted for a long time, and the portrait on it can't be seen clearly. These years have been famine years and turmoil. I guess that person died on the road before seeing the post—"

Another person asked, "Since Emperor Jiaqing was able to spare He Shen's life for this returning man, it shows that this man is very important, why would he let this man go and leave the court?"

"Isn't that being framed by someone?" Old man Sun whetted his appetite, and then he said slowly, "A year ago, there was a high-ranking minister who was divided into five horses by the emperor. How miserable it is."

"Who did you listen to?" another person asked.

"I, I heard it from a storyteller in a neighboring town."

"Cut—" Everyone was disappointed, "The storyteller is untrustworthy, and he is full of nonsense..."

"You really don't believe it," old man Sun hurriedly argued, "Mr. Cao, a storyteller from the neighboring town, heard a story from a knight-errant surnamed Qi, that knight-errant Qi once lived in Heshen's mansion temporarily when he wandered the rivers and lakes in his early years. His words are always believable.”

Everyone was noncommittal, just waiting for his next words. Old man Sun saw that he had asked for it back, so he said leisurely, "The knight-errant said that before the current emperor ascended the throne, he rode a precious horse to enter the palace on behalf of Fengshen Yinde. He searched for Heshen, but as soon as he entered the palace, the palace gate was blocked, he only had time to let Baoju leave the palace, and escaped by himself, but he didn't expect that when he went back to look for Fengshen Yinde, it was already empty." At the end, he sighed incoherently, "Unfortunately, Luohua deliberately follows the flowing water, and the flowing water loves Luohua mercilessly..."

At night, dark clouds cover the moon, and violent storms strike. The small shack is like a crumbling boat in the vast sea. The dilapidated window lattices are blown back and forth by the hurricane, as if they will be broken at any time, and the animals are screaming in fear.

Xiao Yanfeng walked around the refugee gathering place for a long time but couldn't find his master. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. He didn't wear a bamboo hat, and he was wearing thin clothes. If he was blown by the wind, his back would hurt and he slept half the night. No, in the final analysis, the person who loves him is not himself.

It was said that he went to the shack of Old Man Sun who was a storyteller. He suddenly looked terrified and stumbled away halfway through the book. hold him.

When he returned to the shack, his usually indifferent and indifferent master was digging up the jars of wine under the tree in the storm, and there was an empty jar next to him. To dig the altar that is buried deeper.

Yan Feng heaved a sigh of relief, and ran over to help him.

The wind and rain were loud, and he got very close before he heard the man's suppressed cry.

He is crying.

The person who is always calm and calm, he is crying.

The throat that has not made a sound for a long time is abnormally hoarse, roaring and crying with difficulty, as if to cry out and spit out all the grievances and frights, pains and injuries that he has experienced for many years, together with his heart, liver and five internal organs.

Yan Feng suddenly stopped, he had seen life and death, he had seen despair, he had seen people who hadn't expired being divided by wild beasts, but he had never seen a person who could cry like this, as if he was going to die the next moment. He was afraid, he didn't understand how much grief it was to make a person completely lose himself, or in other words, completely return to the original point.

The sky was dark, the rain was mixed with wind and sand, and the shaved face was painful. Yan Feng rushed over and hugged him tightly. Before pulling away his small shoulders, he guarded his most important thing childishly and like a baby bird. Something, tell him over and over again - don't cry, you still have me.

The two shadows, long and short, melt into the night, and in the storm, hug each other for warmth. Loved and hated, missed and unable to let go, all are drawn out of the body with tears, and the years are mighty and powerful. Resentment, no guilt or regret, only the lonely courage when the youthful spirit is left.

The storm comes and goes quickly, and suddenly the wind stops and the rain stops, the night sky is like washing, a full moon rises above the clouds, and the brilliance spreads all over the place. After the rain washes away, the stretch of sand sea is sparkling and flooded, showing gorgeous and dazzling colors. Slowly unfold the magnificent picture scroll between heaven and earth.

Runzhi's cheeks were flushed, and he hiccupped while lying in Xiao Yanfeng's arms. His physical strength was rapidly drained due to drunkenness and depression, and he was overwhelmed and fell into a deep sleep.

Xiao Yanfeng put the bamboo hat on him, stood up slowly, and then half-bowed, humming lowly in his throat, and made a posture of animal defense.

Under the moonlight, the black shadow on the hill in the distance approached silently——

"who?"

Yan Feng bared his teeth like a little lion, staring at the black figure with wide eyes, his whole body tensed, trying to drive him away from his territory.

The black shadow was like a ghost, approaching slowly, and actually dodged past him, walking straight towards Runzhi.

The hairs on Yan Feng's body exploded, his hooked fingers turned into claws, and he immediately rushed towards the man in black, but the man was so skilled, he turned slightly to avoid it, turned his palm and slapped his face lightly, using a little skill, immediately pushed him a buttock—

"Don't touch him!" Yan Feng shouted, desperately protecting him.

Runzhi frowned slightly, and murmured unsteadily in his sleep.

"Shh!" The man in black restrained the little boy who jumped up again with one hand, and warned in a low voice, "Don't disturb him."

After finishing speaking, the man in black bent over and picked up Runzhi, and walked towards the shack.

He walked extremely slowly, as if he was afraid that his gait would wake up the man in his arms, but Yan Feng didn't stop him anymore, because under the moonlight, he vaguely saw the eyes of the man in black looking at Run Zhi.

With just one glance, Yanfeng knew that even if that person gave up his life, he would never hurt him at all.

The author has something to say: the countdown to the end ~ there will probably be a few episodes after the end ~

☆, other rocks

That night, Runzhi had a rare sleep and had a good dream.

He dreamed of the big pagoda tree next to the corridor when he was a child. In late spring, a tree of white flowers bloomed in clusters, dense and dense. It was very gratifying. The young Yongyan was riding on the treetop, with smiles on the corners of his brows and eyes.

He smiled, reaching out to himself.

——Yongyan, my name is Yongyan.

——Brother Yan will eat less in the future.

——I'm not going back to the palace, I'm not going back to the palace, don't cry, Runzhi.

——Run Zhi, Run Zhi, Brother Yan misses you.

——Even if Brother Lai Riyan dies because of this matter, you must not be depressed, you must not worry, and you must not commit suicide.

——You just need to remember that the home of Brother Yan's soul must be by your side, and I will protect you for as long as you live.

The fragrance lingered at the end of his nose, he seemed to have become smaller too, when he looked up, he could only see the rain of flowers all over the sky, the young father hugged him behind him, lifted him above his head, and he tried to open his arms, and finally grabbed Yongyan outstretched hand.

Brother Yan, he called him and wanted to tell him that Runzhi shouldn't believe you, and wanted to ask him if the Huobao's injury still hurts, but he knew that Yongyan in the dream never blamed him, and never would. will answer.

It was as if soaked by a cool mountain spring, relieving the hotness and stuffiness of drunkenness. The clear fragrance of Kuding seemed to truly surround him and protect his sweet dreams. Runzhi was intoxicated by it, and slowly fell into a sweet dreamland.

The next day, the hangover headache came as promised.

Runzhi had never drank alcohol for many years, and breaking the precept for a while would have very serious consequences. When he sat on the bedside and put his fists against his head, trying to calm his brain, he suddenly realized something——

"Yanfeng!"

This was the first time Yanfeng heard Master call his name.

The master never spoke, but he always knew that the master could speak.

Waking up one night, he heard the master calling a person's name in a rambling voice. It was always the same person's name. He didn't know who it was, but it wasn't him anyway.

After a long time when no one answered, Runzhi called again, and then Xiao Yanfeng hurried in with his starched and mended clothes, shaking his head and tail like a puppy, and called master crisply.

Runzhi snatched the clothes and touched them over and over again. His expression became more and more tense, and his hands moved faster and faster. He turned over a piece of ragged clothes dozens of times, and then raised his head and asked, "My Where is the wooden man!"

"What, what wooden man..." He had never seen Runzhi speak so harshly, and was momentarily frightened speechless.

"Who asked you to wash my clothes?"

"Master... I..."

"What are you?! I asked you where did the little wooden figure in my pocket go?"

The two looked at each other and confronted each other for a while, Xiao Yanfeng's mouth puckered and he cried.

Runzhi: "..."

Yan Feng was so wronged that he vomited all over in the middle of the night, so he had to take off his clothes and wash them, but he didn't see any wooden figure, it must have been stolen by the man in black last night and put the blame on himself.The more he thought about it, the more wronged he became. Xiao Yanfeng blushed from crying and hiccupped. He was never more scared than now. He finally had a home, and he didn't have to be beaten, scolded, or spurned. The hard-won home is now gone.

He was terribly afraid, afraid that Runzhi would not want him, and afraid that he would become a homeless child again, what was the point of living like that.

Runzhi was stunned by his crying, and the remaining drunk rolled up his bedding and fled in all directions, as if there was only a heinous self who frightened a crying child and committed a heinous crime.

"Hey..." Runzhi had never coaxed a child before, almost at a loss, "Don't cry." He reached out to poke him again, and said submissively, "It doesn't matter if it's gone, why cry..."

"What kind of wooden figurine, Yanfeng can also carve, master told me, yes, what kind of..." Xiao Yanfeng cried so hard that he almost lost his breath, sobbing, hiccupping and saying , "Master don't, don't want me, Yanfeng can do anything, master don't want me..."

"Who said Master doesn't want you anymore?" Runzhi patted him on the chest and smoothed his back, "How could Master not want Yan Feng, stop crying..."

"Master really won't want me?"

"Of course," Runzhi hugged him into his lap, "Master will take you to the south of the Yangtze River, to Luoyang, to the palace, to those good places."

"What are you going to do in those places?"

"Go and find what you lost."

Like a mirror in Yanfeng's heart, what Runzhi really cares about is not the little wooden man, but a certain period of time in the past that he can't let go of, a certain person that he has been reluctant to let go of, and that is what he has lost. thing.

He could only sit stiffly on his lap, not daring to move, for fear of disturbing this intimate moment that fell from the sky, a small face appeared from the earlobe