[Short Stories in Troubled Times] Caiwei

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There seemed to be noises coming from outside.He subconsciously held the jade in his hand, and looked up with a little fear.

The flame of the oil lamp on the table flickered uncomfortably. Father opened the door and came in. He quickly closed the door, stroked his head, and told him to continue practicing his own.

He bit his lower lip, shrugged slightly, grimaced at his pale father, smiled and obeyed, turned the jade knife in his hand and continued to operate.

Father calmed down, shook his head with a smile, turned and left.

The oil lamp silently watched the boy's smiling face gradually fade away.

The jumping lights illuminated a line of neat handwriting on the jade——

"Plucking the weeds and picking the weeds, the weeds are also soft and stopped. When the day returns, the heart also stops worrying. Anxiety is fierce, hunger and thirst. I am undecided, and the envoy returns to hire."

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Mo Xingtian propped his forehead with his hands, and sighed inaudibly.

Gongsun Chongwu stepped out of the tent with one foot, stretched out his head and said something to the inside, and then he opened the curtain and walked over.

"Don't worry about it." Looking at Mo Xingtian's expression, Gongsun Chongwu pulled him to sit down on a rock a few meters away from the tent, and poked his chin, "Master believes that the food and grass will definitely be delivered. Are you still overthinking? We, we will definitely survive."

Slapping off Gongsun Chongwu's hand, Mo Xingtian forced the corner of his mouth.

They all know that there is nothing to worry about.

The situation is getting tighter.The attack of the hunks has not subsided, but food and grass have long been stretched. Counting the entire army, no more than half of them are well-dressed. Several people wear a coat in rotation. Gongsun Chongwu joked that this was really a "paoze brother".The chubby cook who is in charge of the spoon is no longer able to wear a foolish smile on his cheeks all day long, and the ex-fat man who has lost a lot of weight can only count the rice grains into the pot every day, and everyone's heart is heavy.

rare.Gongsun Chongwu's personality is always much clearer than his own.Mo Xingtian took a look at his brother from the same school who was whistling leisurely with cheeks that were becoming more and more sharp, and a few strands of fresh air still came into his heart that had been depressed for many days.

That's right, brother of the same sect.When they came to this place to guard the border, they both called the commander Master in private.The middle-aged general who leads two people to fight on duty is dignified and rigid on the surface, the commander and deputy general are well-behaved on the surface, but in private, the relationship between the three masters and apprentices is ironclad.

Now that summer is coming, if a large number of people in the army starve to death, any delay in handling the corpses will definitely cause an epidemic.The coach contributed all the fine food distributed to the generals, and swallowed the rice bran together with everyone every day; Gongsun Chongwu led his men to keep an eye on the flying geese, and over time practiced the accuracy of shooting moving targets with one hand Archery, even the plucked feathers are saved to be stuffed into winter clothes; Mo Xingtian himself guards the pieces of weed that have finally come into use on the border every day, and personally helps take care of them with some gratitude and piety Together with the soldiers, they picked the still tender first-born fruits, leaving the roots stuck in the soil, and even the stems and leaves were picked off and mixed into rice porridge to swallow.

famine.The soldiers were already pale, but they themselves didn't feel any better about it.There was no way, Mo Xingtian tried his best to coax a few teenage children whose legs were weak due to hunger, and encouraged each other with the people around them, struggling to support them.

"I know what you are secretly worried about besides food and grass." Behind the camp, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy poked his head in this direction with his dirty face. Gongsun Chongwu glanced back, challenging Mei blew a whistle at him, and continued to say to Mo Xingtian, "Now the place where we are stationed has changed a few rounds, and there is no way to send someone to inquire about the news of our hometown..."

Looking at the young man who stomped his feet in a panic, Mo Xingtian recognized that it was the new little mute who had been guarding the border for the second year. In his ear, Gongsun Chongwu's voice continued: "This little guy is just It’s about the same age as Xiaosong, I’m just like you, I’m also thinking, Xiaosong’s shopping is so lawless, and I don’t know if he can get up to add or subtract clothes.”

got windy.The dry and cold wind in the frontier fortress blows up the dust, which swirls leisurely in the air, and one piece will be lifted quietly at some point, revealing the bones that were lightly buried in the ground.Caught off guard.

People who come to this place where birds don't shit, if they want to survive, they generally have a thought in their hearts, that they are buried shallowly by the wind and sand in the frontier, and Mo Xingtian also has it.

What Mo Xingtian had in his heart was a boy named Qin Song.

The small village in my hometown is small, but elegant, surrounded by mountains and rivers, accompanied by vines, willows and trees, and the shadows of the trees.

There are so many trees in the village, Qin Song has climbed every one of them.

Maybe it's because the name also has a tree in it. Qin Song, a half-teenage boy, can't keep his hands and feet. He has a soft spot for everything that can make him leave the ground and hang his feet in the air. One of the great joys in life is Climbing the tree on the wall, so almost every time Mo Xingtian saw him, he was sitting hanging on the dilapidated stone wall, or riding crookedly on the branch, covered by the branches and leaves. Most of the body, two slender legs dangling back and forth, the cloth shoes hanging dangerously on the toes, and they couldn't fall off, and they stepped down and smiled at Mo Xingtian, looking down at the sky and the earth, humming a little song There is a taste, and the little boy alone does not know the taste of sorrow.

Mo Xingtian is very big in comparison.

Climbing trees on the wall is fine, can you stop tearing and dyeing your clothes like people from the gang of beggars? !It's fine if the clothes are torn and dirty, can you stop swaggering through the market with such a long cut? !It's fine if you don't care about clothes, can you stop grabbing his coat and wearing it whenever you think about it? !That's all for grabbing, can you stop swinging your overly long sleeves like a dragon dancing on the first moon? !

Small children are scary. Boys around the age of 15 are even more terrifying.The little guy named Qin Song next to him is the scariest thing in the world.Mo Xingtian was convinced of this.

For Mo Xingtian's life creed, Gongsun Chongwu's lips twitched to express his disdain.Qin Song is scary?It's scary, but you can't survive it.

... Well, Mo Xingtian was speechless.

Think about it too.Qin Song often climbed up to the branch covered by green leaves three times or twice, no matter who was talking under the ground, he would never want to get him off the tree before he wanted to get down.But every time Qin Song voluntarily and consciously leaves the tree branches and walls, his destination is always Mo Xingtian's embrace.

Brushing away the slightly swaying branches and leaves, whenever he saw Mo Xingtian waving towards him under the tree, the young man immediately bent his delicate eyebrows, stepped on the branch without hesitation, jumped off, and fell into Mo Xingtian's powerful arms , with a smile in his clear eyes, he tilted his head and looked at his involuntarily softened expression.

The gentle weight pressed softly against his bosom, and Bai Liangang also twisted his fingers softly.

Mo Xingtian and Qin Song have known each other since childhood.Qin Song is ten years younger than him, and ranks third among scholars, farmers, and businessmen. Since he was five years old, he has learned how to knead a jade knife and turn a moon wheel with his father. He is a small craftsman who carves jade.With a sharp chin and big black grape-like eyes, he was brought up by him laughing and making noises beside him. He looks like the younger brother next door, just like those little weeds swaying on the border land, with his unadorned smile on his body. Natural breath, grows happily and willfully.

Life is a wonderful thing.Mo Xingtian leaned against the door and looked at Qin Song's busy but self-satisfied figure, shaking his head, with the tingling warmth gradually welling up in his heart, he couldn't help but come up with such an idea.

This little guy always makes people think that he loves this smoky world so much.

That's right, Qin Song started to work up and down for a while.

"Hold your hands, keep your wrists off the table, take a deep breath, and keep the carving knife steady... Ouch!" Facing down on the desk with a rare solemnity, Qin Song murmured the secrets taught by his father, holding the sapphire in his palm. The hand that worked on the knife did not dare to put it down to be lazy and stop working, so he still suddenly let out an exclamation, rubbed his fingers and hissed a few times.Mo Xingtian frowned and stepped forward quickly, seeing that the jade color was stained with bright red, and a bloodstain was lying on the skin of the boy in class—the carving knife cut his hand again.This is the third time this day.

The still immature hands can be described as scarred.Grabbing his wrist and pulling it over to wrap it in his palm, Mo Xingtian gritted his teeth a few times and wanted to scold Qin Song, but he couldn't speak at all.

"Okay——Xing Tian! Don't make a dark face!" Probe over to check the situation, Qin Song still smiled and said first, "My father said, who will wait for us to do the work of us with knives?" Don’t you hurt your hands after practicing your skills? I’ve practiced kung fu well, and I’ll carve a nice thing for you to keep in mind. When you go to a distant place to fight again, take it out and have a look. What Xiaosong gave me...how beautiful!"

"These two injured hands are just playing tricks with me, are you free?" Mo Xingtian sighed, and after all, he still looked at the little bluish white ball on the table a few more times.

Not a big kid, but a decent job.At first glance, the shape is the same, and the color is well chosen. Looking at it, it is a pendant or something.

"These 72 lines, if you want to do any of them, you have to work hard and get injured all over your body. Nothing is easy." Qin Song shook his head, said leisurely, and then looked at the hands of the two of them.That's right, Mo Xingtian is not qualified to say that he, a warrior who is used to holding cold weapons, has been scarred all over since he was a child.

In the world of people, they are all covered with cuts and bruises.

Difficult.