Far Mountain Black Dog

Throughout the winter, Changxi went out of the village to look for food every now and then, and occasionally brought back herbs that Bu Qingjue couldn't name, and forced him to drink them after they were fried. , with a rosy complexion and bright eyes, she looks like a different person from when she first saw Changxi.Taking a long breath and scanning for a moment, he nodded with satisfaction: "That's right, after a few days of feeding, it will be ready to cook."

Bu Qingjue pointed at him angrily: "Weasel pays new year greetings to chickens—it has no good intentions!" Patta, a few drops of water dripped onto Changxi's head in the direction he pointed.

"It's none of my business!" He quickly withdrew his hand.

Early spring is here, the sun is shining brightly, emerald green climbs up the branches, and the snow covering Xingmu Mountain melts quickly, and the biting snow drips through the sparse thatch, making the house like continuous showers.Bu Qingjue has long been used to it, hiding the books in advance, and preparing containers to catch the water, but the long breath has become a victim, falling into the water wherever he stands, and being drenched in water when he stays at home.Finally, the moment he raised his head but was hit by a big pile of snow falling on his face, he couldn't bear it anymore: "Can you clear the snow off the roof!"

"What should I do if I fall? If you endure it for another two days, the snow will melt."

"Oh? Is it possible that you want to use these grasses to resist the wind and rain in the future?" Changxi tore off the withered grass in his hair with a gloomy expression, and shook it in front of Bu Qingjue, seemingly caring, but actually threatening.

"I'm going to borrow a ladder..." Bu Qingjue didn't dare to make any more excuses, so he had to accept the order, and when he reached the door, he turned his head: "Go outside and find some strong grass."

"You treat me as a hunter..."

"Bang!" The sound of closing the door decisively blocked the lingering sound of the long breath.

Forget it, just think of a way to let yourself sleep well, and take a long breath to comfort yourself.Since the beginning of spring, the ground has been wet every day, and the bedding is cold and damp. Lying on it makes me feel uncomfortable. When I sleep on Bu Qingjue's couch, I feel uncomfortable. Especially when Bu Qingjue turns over and hugs himself at night, he will wake up immediately, turn upside down, and take a long breath. Lack of rest, lethargy.Why not take advantage of the opportunity to improve your sleep?

However, he didn't expect it to be so troublesome.After working so hard to mow the grass for a long time, he was instructed to trim the grass to the same length, then baled the grass, and spread the grass on the roof. During the whole process, Bu Qingjue stood beside him and was responsible for talking. When he was accused of not contributing, he only replied: " A gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands~"

Tired of jumping up and down, sweating all over, Changxi directly picked up the gourd ladle and drank two ladles of water: "I've never done such a thing before, if there is a second-in-command, I will be your servant."

Bu Qingjue, who was admiring the new roof, remembered that Changxi should be from a wealthy family. He asked curiously, "Is your house very big? Did you use glazed tiles and nanmu pillars?"

"It's not too big. After all, there are so many tribesmen living there. But our houses are usually built with bricks and stones, and the nanmu is only used for carving."

"Since you grew up in a life of luxury, why didn't you go to Suiming City? Instead, you came to this remote place to suffer?"

Changxi didn't expect that Bu Qingjue would ask this question, a trace of complexity flashed across his face, so fast that it was hard to catch: "Suiming City is full of traffic during the day, singing and singing at night, people come and go, there is no peace, the turbidity is too heavy , not suitable for cultivation."

Bu Qingjue didn't notice the strangeness of the long breath, and continued to ask: "Then... if I am admitted to the No. [-] Scholar in three years, I will definitely become an official in the downtown area. Will you go with me then?" After asking, he was a little nervous He swallowed hard.

Changxi raised a smile, stared at Bu Qingjue, with a lot of teasing in his eyes, and answered as a matter of course: "Of course—no. You left, and I will be quiet." Bu Qingjue's hearty tone was particularly harsh to Bu Qingjue, although it was unexpected among the answers.

He pretended to be angry and pushed Changxi's shoulders: "When I become a high-ranking official, I will wear gold and silver, and I will reward 100 taels per person when I go back to the village. I don't have your share, so you can just look forward to seeing the folks eat and drink spicy food! "Then quickly turned his back to Changxi, smoothing the far-fetched smile on the corner of his mouth.Thinking about it, even a confidant can't be inseparable, not to mention that Changxi seems to be his own dog on weekdays, but in fact he is taken care of by Changxi. Wouldn't it be best to throw away such burdens?

The two were thinking about each other and remained silent.

After this conversation, Bu Qingjue became cold and reticent, and often stayed at home without saying a word to Changxi. Once Changxi deliberately cooked without adding salt, Bu Qingjue ate it without changing his face, and did not treat him as usual. Cooking pointing fingers, Changxi even felt that he was the one making trouble for no reason.He understood Bu Qingjue's heart knot, but in the end, monsters have different paths, since one day we will face parting, why not make it clear as soon as possible to avoid future troubles?

This time, Changxi was timid.