Qi Kuo

As for the small light in the fire, a breeze blows in from time to time, blowing up a little flame and carrying it in the air, bright for a while, and then extinguished immediately.

Mo Xuan took off his coat, and carefully covered Zhao Jun with the coat. He looked at Zhao Jun with his back to his head, his hair was a little loose, and he looked slightly disheveled, lazy, and relaxed.

Mo Xuan looked at it for a long time before opening his mouth softly: "Thank you."

Lifesaving driftwood.

The fire that was about to be extinguished suddenly exploded with a crackling sound, igniting some unburned dry wood, illuminating a small world, and also faintly and inadvertently illuminating the coldness and helplessness on Mo Xuan's face .

From the time when he was walking towards him throwing a bag of silver, Mo Xuan at that time just felt that this person was very beautiful, just like a delicate and distant landscape painting drawn by the artist, without heavy ink and heavy color, but ingenious and elegant. He grew up in the north , I am used to seeing tall desert men with bronze skin and amber pupils, and they always smile boldly and loudly.And even though Zhao Jun was born in the north, for some reason he is rare and elegant.

So he didn't cry at first, he sat there quietly and waited for his mother to come to him, but for some reason, he had another thought, forcefully suppressed a lot of tears, and began to wail cry.

When he saw Zhao Jun coming, his crying stopped briefly, but Zhao Jun didn't pay attention, and came over as he wished, stopped, and finally found a handkerchief for him from somewhere.

Although he smiled casually, but for him at that time, it was a rare kindness.

Therefore, he remembered it, and did not dare to forget it.

He once said to his mother, the overwhelmed woman who was once beautiful but was tortured by life: "Mother, that brother is very good."

The woman opened her eyes a little, and then slowly closed them again. For her, she struggled through all kinds of struggles, only to be relieved to enter her dream.

When Mo Xuan guarded his mother waiting to die, he could always think of Zhao Jun's face, clutching that handkerchief tightly in his mind.

It's like a life-saving stick, so I can't bear to let it go.

When Zhao Jun got up, Mo Xuan had disappeared, but there were a few words written by Mo Xuan on the ground: Shanghan Moxuan.

As soon as he sat up, he frowned fiercely, his head felt like a crazy needle-like pain, his eyes were dangling, and the whole world was floating.

He rested on the ground for a while, waiting for the dizziness to pass before standing up.

Just when he stood up, he felt something slipped from his body, and the gauze material fell to the ground, only causing a slight movement.

Zhao Jun squinted his eyes, looked at the ground, and saw that it was the clothes left behind by Mo Xuan, so he picked them up, and stepped on the fire that still had some smoldering fires on the ground. Something started a fire, and there is still a slight fire up to now.

He packed up and turned around to leave. Unexpectedly, a strong stabbing pain and dizziness hit his head again.

He slammed onto the cliff next to him and swallowed hard, only to find that his throat was burning and hurting.

He smiled helplessly, raised his neck to look at the sun in the sky, raised his hands and straightened his clothes and hair before reluctantly walking towards the city.

When he arrived in the city, before he had walked for a long time, he saw Li Lan walking towards him. His originally sluggish consciousness became even more confused, so he said to Li Lan, "Sister Li Lan."

Li Lan saw that Zhao Jun's fair face was stained with a faint blush, and thought he was doing something, so he said, "Why did you go? You came back from outside the city?"

Zhao Jun really wanted to answer her, but he was a little dizzy and couldn't help but lean forward.

Li Lan was waiting for her answer in good spirits, but Zhao Jun fell to the ground defenseless, and she caught Zhao Jun in a hurry, but she was no different in height from Zhao Jun, even taller than Zhao Jun So little, but caught Zhao Jun before he hit the ground completely.

She stretched out her hand to probe Zhao Jun's forehead, her expression changed, and she said to the people behind her, "Find me the best doctor in the city!"

The servant answered, then turned around and hurried to find the doctor.

Li Lan called the remaining servant, helped Zhao Jun who was unconscious, and said, "Help me back, be careful."

The servant bowed and carefully squatted in front of Zhao Jun. Li Lan slowly put Zhao Jun on the servant's back and walked towards the mansion without stopping.

When Zhao Jun opened his eyes, his brain was still tingling, his eyes were blurry, and someone said: "Doctor, what's the matter?"

Then an old voice said: "Miss, don't worry, it's nothing serious, just take a few doses of medicine according to the old man's prescription and you'll be fine."

Then I heard people say: "Thank you, doctor, for your hard work."

The old man said: "It's okay, it's just a doctor's duty."

Zhao Jun didn't listen anymore. After all, he didn't need to guess and knew where he was now. After struggling with his consciousness, he fell into endless darkness again.

When I woke up again, it was already evening, there was a bit of incense burning in the house, and the setting sun entered the house, making it look warm and lovely.

Zhao Jun threw off the quilt and got out of bed, walked to the door, and opened it.

Li Lan turned around when he heard the movement, looked at Zhao Jun standing there, smiled immediately, and said, "Are you awake? Do you want to come over and eat some lychees?"

Zhao Jun went there according to his words, and just halfway there, he heard Li Lan say: "Why did you come out barefoot?! Go back and put on your shoes!"

Zhao Jun looked at his feet, moved his big toe, looked up at Li Lan and smiled: "It's okay, don't worry, it's quite comfortable."

Li Lan was still frowning, with unhappiness written all over his face.

Zhao Jun walked over and sat down, took a lychee with water droplets on it, peeled it carefully, handed it to Li Lan, and smiled: "Don't be angry, nah."

Li Lan had no choice but to smile helplessly, raised his hand to take the crystal clear lychee from Zhao Jun's hand, and ate it with his mouth open.

Zhao Jun peeled two of them and ate them. He felt that he was not enjoying himself enough, so he asked, "Sister Li Lan, do you have any lychees that you have suppressed?"

Li Lan directly refused: "No, it's too cold, you can't eat now."

Zhao Jun pulled Li Lan's sleeve a little, and said like Li Lan when he was a child: "Sister..."

Li Lan lost her temper after being tortured by him, so she had to ask someone to pull out the lychee she asked someone to put down at noon from the well, and finally said to Zhao Jun, "You can only eat a little, don't eat too much."

Zhao Jun let go of his hands and narrowed his eyes with a smile: "Okay!"

In the evening, the crystal lychee in his hand is printed, which smells like the setting sun, warm and sweet.

Seeing that he couldn't stop eating, Li Lan stopped him, asked someone to bring down the lychee, and then ordered someone to cook, then handed Zhao Jun a handkerchief to wipe his hands, and then asked him: "Say Well, why did you go, you yesterday?"

Zhao Jun changed the subject: "I think the weather is fine today."

Li Lan sneered: "Don't give me such nonsense, invite me truthfully, be lenient when confessing, and be strict when resisting!"

Zhao Jun "Hmm..." After a long time, he said, "Oh, you don't know me after I told you."

Li Lan looked at him coldly: "Are you going to tell me?"

She made a gesture to pinch Zhao Jun's face, but Zhao Jun immediately disarmed: "That's the Shanghan clan, you know?"

Li Lan took a lychee, peeled it, put it in his mouth, nodded, and motioned for him to continue.

Zhao Jun looked at her very dissatisfied, and then said: "No, there is a kid named Shanghan Moxuan inside, I know him, I went out with him yesterday, and when I came back at night, I didn't expect it to rain. Then I didn’t have time to hide, that’s it.”

Li Lan believed his explanation, and asked him, "Then how do you know him?"

Zhao Jun silently followed a lychee, and said: "I helped him when I was in Huaining before, so it's gone."

Li Lan nodded and said, "Put down the litchi in your hand."

Zhao Jun quickly stuffed him into his mouth, bit it open, and burst out a mouthful of sweetness, he squinted his eyes in enjoyment: "Oh, where did you get the lychees?"

Li Lan pushed him: "Go, go, go!"

Zhao Jun stepped on the ground with bare feet, walked into the room laughing and putting on his shoes.

Li Lan looked at his back, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

When Zhao Jun was eating at night, he suddenly realized that he hadn't told Chen Ke about himself, so he wanted to go back after dinner.

Hearing what he said, Li Lan said: "Don't, you stay with me for one night first, and then wait until tomorrow you don't feel dizzy. Besides, there is no rush for this night, and it will be easier to leave tomorrow morning. There are too many people, so I'm not that worried."

Zhao Jun thought for a while, and felt that what she said was true, so he nodded: "That's fine."

After eating, Zhao Jun was still thinking that he couldn't help himself from the lychees, but he asked from a distance, and a smell of medicine rushed into his nostrils.

After a while, he saw Li Lan bringing someone a bowl of medicine with some candied fruit beside it.

He first took a candied fruit and put it in his mouth, it was so sweet that his teeth fell down.

He hastily picked up the medicine bowl at the side, mixed it with candied fruit and drank it, and hurriedly put a candied fruit into his mouth.

When going back to bed at night, Li Lan took out a letter and handed it to Zhao Jun, saying: "Your master sent it, you can read it yourself."

Zhao Jun took the letter, which was light and weightless. He raised the letter in his hand and said, "OK."

Li Lan watched him leave, bowed his head and took a sip of water before turning back to his room.

Zhao Jun lit a candle and opened the letter until the room was lit up.

The letter neatly reads:

赵均

Zhan Xin'an.

The yard entrusted to me to take care of is really spiritual. When I pass by occasionally on weekdays, I will open the yard to have a look. Everything is as usual, but no one sits on the swing for a long time, and it is covered with ivy, which is a bit cute.

As for Huaining, everything remains the same, nothing has changed. The plain green hills and the faint yellow sand do not necessarily change a bit.

Someone asked me about you the day before yesterday, but I didn't know how to answer it. It's been a long time since I saw you, and you didn't even know to bring a letter to your master, telling me to force it.

After a short rest, I still have to remind you, don't think the master is wordy, witchcraft must not be used, if you insist on using it, you must first ask me before making a decision.

As for the others, if something happens, remember the jade pendant Master gave you, and use it to save your life if necessary.

Today I saw a wild flower blooming in the garden, but I can't name it, but it misses you a little. I don't know if you are living a good life now?

I picked a dried flower and put it in an envelope, have you seen it?

Master Wu Hongyan stays

She didn't put the date on it, so it was only a few days ago.

Zhao Jun folded the letter carefully and put it aside, picked up the envelope again, and poured out the flowers, finely broken, small flowers, white and red, with indescribable emotions.

Zhao Jun took a flower and smelled it closely, then smiled.

Xu is that all kinds of wind and waves pass by, and thousands of years are gone.

He took out the green jade pendant from his waist, put it on the side of the table, found a pen and paper, looked at the little flower next to it, dipped it in the ink, bent the corner of his mouth, and wrote like flowing water:

Master

Zhan Xin'an.

The author has something to say:

The second day when Chen Ke was away, I missed him.