Jianling

This year's summer came late, Tongbei Mountain is still green and verdant, and the place where the sun cannot approach, there is still a deep coldness, the dew hanging on the branches, the mist around the mountain, the whole mountain is like a place. The deep shelter silently enveloped Xiao Shuhua, who was wanted by the court and reviled by thousands of people.

What Meng Lang said about picking people up at the foot of the mountain was obviously just a joke. If it weren't for the fact that the only people who knew his identity were the Song family who didn't want to participate in this matter anymore, he would have walked around the town a hundred times every day to ensure that no one would rely on him. Follow him to find the Mountain of Same Sadness that was born out of nowhere.

The relationship between Xiao Tongbei and Xiao Shuhua is still the same as the tip of a needle, the old one has no good face, and the young one will never bow down. The only change is that Xiao Shuhua no longer cares about this kid's attitude towards him, and only cares about torturing him. Unless Meng Lang returned to the mountain early and ran over pale with fright to intercede, Xiao Shuhua wished he could make Xiao Tongbei faint every day.

"You have to learn to act like a baby." Meng Lang held Xiao Tongbei's little face bruised and swollen from the beating, feeling extremely distressed, and carefully applied medicine to his little junior.

Xiao Tong was sad and remained calm, and waited for Meng Lang to finish taking the medicine before throwing himself into his arms, yelling muffledly, "It hurts."

Meng Lang didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "It's not for me to act like a baby, but for Master."

Xiao Tongbei fell silent again.

Feng Chenshan deserves to be the number one in the world. He invited all sects and sects to come to Huadu to gather together for a few days. It is half of the Jianghu, looking from a distance, it looks like it is going to change the posture of the imperial team.Today's Emperor Chongde said that it sounds good because he has a benevolent character, but not that he is weak and incompetent. If these gangsters really start to make trouble, Emperor Chongde might be the first to pee his pants in fright.

But this group of reckless men gathered for several days, lived in the best restaurant in Huadu, and tasted delicious food from mountains and seas. Even the civil servants who claimed to be upright were a little bit salivating. Finally, they heard Feng Chenshan coming out of the restaurant built of gold. Youyou sighed: "It's best for you gentlemen to think so."

Emperor Chongde sat in the imperial study, looking at his subordinates without tears: "What do they think?"

The loyal ministers looked at each other, unable to utter a single word for a long time, they could only kowtow and say: "Your Majesty, rest assured, Commander Zheng was born as a champion of martial arts, with high martial arts skills, and besides, he has [-] Imperial Forest Army under his command, so Xiao Shuhua would never dare to do anything wrong."

"How many court officials Xiao Shuhua has killed, is it possible that I just calm things down like this?"

Emperor Chongde waited for a while, but did not wait for a response. He only saw the embarrassed expressions of his courtiers, and finally sighed: "Forget it, let's just obey the fate."

Xiao Shuhua was like a bout of epidemics. Even though he had lived peacefully for a while, while he was now famous, wherever he went, he could arouse countless people's panic from the bottom of their hearts.

After Feng Chenshan entertained hundreds of families, Xiao Shuhua seemed to regain his spirits, and occasionally went to Huadu from time to time, whether it was drinking and having fun, or picking quarrels and provoking trouble, the money was spent like running water, but Meng Lang knew he couldn't stop it, so he didn't want to stop it. He didn't dare to stop him, so he could only try his best to do more work, hoping that Xiao Shuhua would come to his senses one day, and his conscience realized that at least he would treat Xiao Tongbei a little better.

In addition to doing some coolies for others, Meng Lang also made some calligraphy and paintings to be sold cheaply. Unfortunately, although his literary talent is not bad, it is only mediocre in Huadu. What is written is outdated and is criticized as a cliché that is not popular.

And he only dared to apologize shyly.

It doesn't matter if life is sad, at least you can get by.

Meng Lang squatted by the river, scooped up a handful of water, patted his face, and smiled brightly at the mirror-like river.But the man in the river smiled a little fakely, his bright eyes were full of bruises, he wore a white shirt that had been washed countless times, and looked as thin as fragile paper, wrapped around his bony body, as if at any time They may all be blown to pieces by the mountain wind.

Meng Lang pulled himself together, but his palms felt cold unconsciously. Although it was a sunny day, the cold air on the mountain hadn't faded away, and the one he was wearing was really unbearable from the cold wind.

Meng Lang stared at himself reflected on the river, and suddenly felt that that pitiful smiling face was a bit annoying - neither as beautiful as Xiao Shuhua's, nor as handsome and handsome as ordinary men, it was just an ordinary face, Every inch is poor and tired.He was like a thing that Xiao Shuhua picked up from the trash, even if he was lucky enough to follow such a godlike figure as Shou Zhenjun, he couldn't get rid of the sour smell emanating from his bones.

People in Jianghu often say that when Shou Zhenjun smiles, everyone in the world should bow down for him.

But what is he?Whether to smile or not, not many people are willing to care about it, but when he smiles, it can be somewhat festive, and saves the face of bitter hatred, even Xiao Shuhua doesn't want to keep him.

Meng Lang's thoughts turned back and forth, and he didn't know where he was going. He just couldn't help but wonder why Xiao Shuhua grew up to be such a peerless beauty, every look and every look was filled with inherent arrogance and arrogance, but he kept saying Calling Master, he is only seven or eight years younger than him.

"What are you doing?"

Meng Lang came back to his senses suddenly, only to realize that he had already stepped into the river with one leg, and quickly backed away in fright. He turned around in a panic, and saw Xiao Tongpei who was staring intently at him with a serious face.

"Ah, ah, I didn't do anything, I was thinking about getting the clothes here to wash later."

Xiao Tongbei grabbed the corner of his clothes: "I saw that you were about to go into the river. You said that the river was very deep."

"Huh? You read it wrong, I want to wash my feet by the way." Meng Lang smiled and patted the top of his head, then supported his back, "Let's go, what do you want to eat tonight?"

"Grilled fish."

"Eating grilled fish again, I won't get tired of eating it. Why don't I teach you, and you can cook it for Master when I'm not around."

Xiao Tongbei originally followed him for a few steps, but when he heard this, he suddenly stopped and raised his head to look at him steadily. Meng Lang didn't push, but also lowered his head to look at him: "What's wrong?"

Xiao Tong sadly said, "You do it."

Meng Lang was amused by him: "Okay, I'll do it. But I can't do it for you forever."

"Yes." Xiao Tongbei tugged at his sleeve, his eyes bright.

Meng Lang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and pinched his face: "Then I've cooked for you for so long, and even washed your clothes, should you say thank you, brother?"

Xiao Tongbei didn't speak again.

Meng Lang waited for a while, seeing that the boy lowered his head directly, as if nothing happened, so he had to give up.

Xiao Tongbei said, "Yuan Yuan."

Meng Lang was walking well, almost tripped himself, and looked back in a daze: "What?"

Xiao Tongbei looked at him without blinking. Meng Lang hit a wall and had to rub his hair: "Don't call him that. Senior brother's name is Meng Lang."

Xiao Tongbei's originally unsmiling face immediately changed, his small brows seemed to be knotted, and the child's bright red lips were bitten tightly. Meng Lang was startled, and then he heard Xiao Tongbei's anger, slamming every word Shouting: "Yuan, Yuan."

"..." Meng Lang was a little weak and wanted to laugh, so he could only squat down and pat his face, "Let go, what to do if you bite the skin... call it whatever you want, but master is not allowed to listen arrive."

Xiao Tongbei nodded sadly, his eyebrows and teeth were loosened, and he returned to his icy look, following Meng Lang's buttocks in an orderly manner.Meng Lang suddenly remembered the injuries on his feet, and was afraid that he would stop suddenly again, so he simply bent down and picked him up, letting him wrap his arms around his neck, making it easier to walk.

The child's soft flesh lay in his arms, and his hot breath sprayed on his neck.

Xiao Tongbei moved suddenly, quickly pressed it against his ear and said again: "Thank you Yuanyuan."

Meng Lang froze, his hands almost softened, his whole body blushed with embarrassment, and even a thin layer of sweat broke out. Meng Lang only suspected that he was hugging a pot of boiling water, otherwise, how could it be so hot? the point.

But the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked, and the smile that seemed awkward by the river no matter what, suddenly became much more real.

So what if life is hard, everyone has their own way of life.

No matter what Xiao Shuhua and Xiao Tongbei thought, he only wanted to make their lives better, and this was the whole meaning of his existence.

Xiao Shuhua drank a lot of wine as usual, and looked at the two figures from far and near with drunken eyes. Meng Lang looked at the broken wine jars on the ground for a while, sighed in his heart, and silently replaced He cleaned up the mess everywhere, Xiao Tongbei stood aside, with a faint impatience in his brows and eyes, but the two adults didn't care, Xiao Shuhua only cared about his wine.

Meng Lang quietly removed a few jars of unopened wine, and picked up the broken porcelain pieces all over the floor with his hands. Xiao Tongbei also walked over to help him, and Meng Lang quickly pushed his hand: "Be careful of getting hurt, I'll just do it, You go to practice."

Xiao Shuhua lifted his eyelids, and sneered at the appearance of the two brothers and friends: "He is your ancestor? If you can do it, he can do it too."

"Master, he is young and his skin is tender..."

Xiao Tongbei interrupted him, and gave Xiao Shuhua a cold look: "Then what can't you do?"

Xiao Shuhua and Meng Lang were both taken aback, and Meng Lang's heart hung in his throat, and he quickly blocked Xiao Tongbei from behind, but Xiao Shuhua unexpectedly did not get angry, but narrowed his eyes, looking at rash.Meng Lang's white clothes fell into his eyes, forming a figure that he hadn't seen for a long time. Xiao Shuhua moved his lips, and his voice was as soft as a mosquito: "Meng Lang..."

Meng Lang lost his hearing for a moment, and replied, "I'm here!"

Xiao Shuhua stood up suddenly, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, he stood in a daze, his eyes gouged out to the silent Meng Lang, suddenly kicked over the wine jar on the ground, and the crisp crackling sound rushed into Meng Lang's ears one after another, Meng Lang couldn't help protecting Watching Xiao Tongbei take a step back, Xiao Shuhua pointed at him viciously, but his eyes were inexplicably glazed with water, his small Adam's apple slid a few times, and finally turned into an angry interrogation: "Are you there? Are you there?"

Meng Lang didn't dare to make a sound, Xiao Shuhua kicked over a few more jars of wine, until there were no more complete wine jars in the cave, did Meng Lang see him raise his hands to cover his eyes, and raised his head, as if he was suppressing some emotion.

Looking at his pale and slender neck, Meng Lang's Adam's apple was like an isolated island in a dilemma in the flood, falling into a desperate and helpless situation like Xiao Shuhua, and suddenly thought, if he strangled Xiao Shuhua's neck at this time, would he be able to fix this problem? Men to die for?

——Would the omnipotent Shou Zhenjun be so fragile?

Meng Lang lowered his eyelashes, grabbed Xiao Tongbei's collar, and the two quietly exited the cave together. Xiao Tongbei pulled his sleeve and winked at him.

Meng Lang knew that he had something to say, but for some reason, he didn't want to hear what he said next.

Xiao Tongbei really spoke: "Yuan Yuan, is he talking about Meng Wubei?"

Meng Lang originally wanted to pretend to be deaf and dumb. He did know a lot of anecdotes, but after all, this was against the rules, and it hurt Xiao Shuhua's face. In any case, he shouldn't talk too much about it with a child.But Xiao Tongpei's eyes were glued to him, and he silently forced him to give an answer. Meng Lang had no choice but to nod slightly.

Xiao Tong paused sadly: "Then me and this mountain..."

Meng Lang said, "It's his sustenance."

"how about you?"

Meng Lang fell silent. He suddenly suspected that the gangsters had frightened him into internal injuries, otherwise why would he even feel pain in breathing now.