Farming Comb Paintings Return Home

There was silence at the door for a while, Xiao Xian heard Li Cong exhale softly, and then murmured as if he had relieved some burden: "Forget it, forget it..." He stepped into the door and walked to him. Beside him, leaned down and grabbed his shoulders and pressed him into the bed, tucked the quilt for him, stroked his hair like an elder, shook his head and said: "Forget it, forget it, don't mention those things Whatever."

"Then...can you tell me exactly where this is?" Xiao Xian grabbed the corner of the quilt, raised his head to expose his chin under the quilt, and asked Li Cong.

"This is Dongjun, the easternmost part of Donglang, Shanqiao Village in Qingliu County." Sitting by the bed, Li Cong tucked Xiao Xian's dishonest claws into the quilt, and replied patiently.

Dongjun in Donglang?Xiao Xian frowned thinking about Li Cong's words.Although he is very bad at studying history, he can be sure that there is absolutely no country named Donglang in the textbooks.What the hell did he travel to?

Xiao Xian stared at Li Cong full of doubts, his big watery eyes looked a little dazed because of his exhaustion, and Li Cong was only in a daze when he just woke up from a coma, so he was in a daze. It's not clear that he doesn't even know what country, what dynasty, or what year this is, and he stopped talking after explaining where it is.

Xiao Xian was thinking in his heart, the other party only told him the names of these places, which meant he didn't say anything, but for people who grew up in this country, the dynasties and the situation of the country should be considered common sense.In order not to reveal his flaws, Xiao Xian finally swallowed his full stomach full of questions, and instead asked the identity of the owner of this body: "Then do you know who I am?"

Li Cong paused, seemed to be thinking for a while, and then said to Xiao Xian: "You are my younger brother, called Li Xian, Muzi Li, the string of the string. When I was young, my parents passed away, and there was a flood in my hometown, so we were separated Yes, you came to look for me from Dongling, and you met me here a few days ago, you went to play by the river this morning, accidentally fell into the water, caught the wind and cold, that's why you got sick."

"Oh, oh." Xiao Xian nodded dully. It turns out that the owner of this body is very ordinary, and his life experience is somewhat similar to his own. His parents died early when he was young, and he and his elder brother depended on each other for life. However, he is much stronger than himself, although My family is poor, but my brother is still here alive, unlike me, since my brother went out to travel a year ago and encountered a mountain disaster, he has been alone. Maybe no one has noticed that he disappeared or died until now.

Thinking of this, Xiao Xian suddenly felt sad in his heart, he smiled wryly and teased himself that being carefree is really suitable for time travel.If his brother was still alive, he might be in a hurry, but now it seems that there is not much difference in where he goes, I really don't know if it is luck or misfortune.

The owner of the body is called Li Xian, which has a double word with his own name, presumably the man who shouted just now was not Xiao Xian, but Xiao Xian.Xiao Xianchu thought for a while, then took a peek at Li Cong who was sitting by the bed. Who would have thought that this rustic-dressed farmer could still read?Although I don't know what kind of messed-up country I have traveled to, but I can understand the language. The people here speak a little bit of literacy, and there are basically no communication barriers. I don't know if they can understand the text?

A heartless and overly optimistic person like Xiao Xian seems to be able to adapt quickly wherever he goes. He who was still a little worried just now was distracted by the questions in his head, and suddenly became interested in the language of this country. Interested, he blinked his eyes and said to Li Cong, "Do you have any paper and pen?"

Seeing that Xiao Xian readily accepted his new identity, Li Cong was relieved, but when he heard Xiao Xian's question, he showed embarrassment again.Although Dongjun is rich in paper, the rice paper that can be used for writing is only affordable by rich people. Most people in the village are illiterate, let alone read, and it is rare to send letters to relatives who go out for business occasionally. Well, if you really need to send a letter, you have to go to the calligraphy and painting master in the county to buy paper and ask him to write it before sending it. It is very troublesome.So Li Cong's house naturally does not have paper.He was silent for a while, and saw that the prescription paper left by Zhao Ruqiu when he was seeing a doctor was still empty on the table, so he got up, took the paper and cut it in half, went outside to fetch a charcoal pencil for daily use, and wrote it together. The small piece of paper was handed over to Xiao Xian.

Xiao Xian saw that Li Cong had brought the pen and paper, so he got up from the couch, his reckless movements made the quilt slide down again.Li Cong pulled up the hanging quilt with his arms, and waved his hands to let Xiao Xian sit down. Although the inner room was not very cold after the stove was fired, he took off his cotton coat and put it on for Xiao Xian.

Xiao Xian took what Li Cong handed over, held the charcoal pencil and looked at it in front of him, then scratched the yellow paper twice, he could write on it, but he just spread his palm, and his hand was stained black immediately.

Xiao Xian turned the charcoal pencil, looked at the dirt on his hands, and frowned slightly.Seeing that he didn't speak, Li Cong turned his head and thought for a while, then stood up, went to the closet, opened the closet door, took out a piece of rag, and motioned Xiao Xian to give him the charcoal pencil, and wanted to help Xiao Xian wrap the charcoal pencil cloth so as not to get your hands dirty.

"That, it can be washed off." Standing by the couch, Li Cong explained, reassuring Xiao Xian, then pointed to the charcoal pencil, and stretched out his hand to Xiao Xian.

"Ah? Oh, it doesn't matter." Xiao Xian held the charcoal pencil and shook his head.It's just that he took a second look at it because he had never used such a pen before, but he misunderstood that he was afraid of getting dirty, so he immediately took a cloth and wanted to wrap it up for him.The expression on this man's face is always stiff, at first glance it makes people feel a little scared, but in fact he is gentle, considerate and caring, making Xiao Xian lament in his heart how lucky Li Xian is to have such a big brother.

Xiao Xian hung his hair down for a while, and thought of his brother who died, his nose became sore. When he saw Li Cong standing in front of him, he came back to his senses, put the paper on his knees, and then write up.

"Is that so?" Xiao Xian wrote down the word Li Xian on the paper, and raised his head to ask Li Cong.

Li Cong took a closer look and nodded.

Xiao Xian laughed, it turns out that the writing is also understandable.Although I have traveled to ancient times, I am not as omnipotent as the protagonist in the novel, and I have no special skills, but I am not illiterate after all.

"Then, uh, what's the name of your eldest brother?" Xiao Xian asked, always thinking that you are very impolite, thinking of his current identity, he immediately changed his words.

"Li Cong. The gurgling water." Li Cong replied unhurriedly.

"Which Cong?" Xiao Xian asked, but he didn't quite understand.

"The water of Cong Cong." Li Cong said it again, and before Xiao Xian could make a move, he took a charcoal pen and wrote the word "Li Cong" on the paper, and handed it to Xiao Xian.

Very correct regular script, even if it is written with charcoal pen, it can be seen that the horizontal lightness and vertical weight are heavy, the brushwork is round, strong and powerful, and it is a rare good handwriting.

Xiao Xian was a little surprised, and felt that he might have misread it before.Is this man in front of him really just an ordinary rural man as he appears on the surface?Or is it that people in this country are so educated that even the lowest class can speak well?Although Xiao Xian is not a very standard good student, he has studied history anyway, and knows that no matter which country or dynasty he is in, economy is the foundation of culture. It seems that this person's family is so poor that there are almost only walls left, unlike It looks like he has received a good education since he was a child, but how can he explain this good handwriting?

With doubts, Xiao Xian began to look at the man in front of him again.Now Li Cong is sitting with him, Xiao Xian is still much shorter than him, Li Cong lowered his head at this moment, Xiao Xian looked up, and found that the man's outline was very firm, with a high nose bridge, thin cheeks, and thin lips He has sharp edges and corners, he is pursing his lips gently, his handsome eyebrows are slightly raised, his eyes are slightly slender but bright, and his figure is so good that even himself, who is also a man, is jealous. If he washes away the dirt on his face, Dirty, he might be a handsome guy.

"Why is it so dirty..." Xiao Xian held the charcoal pencil, thinking in a mess in his head, muttering in his mouth, seeing Li Cong's face was dirty, so his free hand subconsciously moved towards Li Cong's face. He wiped it away, but was abruptly avoided by the other party.

"Uh, I, no, you, uh, brother, your face is dirty!" Li Cong seemed very unwilling to be noticed by others, Xiao Xian's heart trembled when Li Cong's eagle-like eyes stared at him. , suddenly came back to his senses, and realized that even a brother shouldn’t be offended like this, and he didn’t know how to explain his reckless actions, so he jumped out a few words incoherently, the more he said, the more confused he became, and finally he simply bowed his head He yelled out what was in his heart, and only after he finished speaking did he realize that the voice was too loud, causing Li Cong to drop his serious expression and stare at him with a funny face.

What an embarrassment... Xiao Xian hung his head, his ears felt a little hot.Seeing Xiao Xian's embarrassing look, Li Cong raised his hand and touched Xiao Xian's head. Seeing that he didn't want to ask any more questions, he was thinking about making medicine, so he said, "Take a good rest, brother, I will give you the medicine in a while." You go to make medicine. The doctor said that you need to take care of yourself for a while before you get well. You can stay here in the future, and the elder brother will take care of you and won’t let you be bullied by the wicked again.”

The last sentence was so convincing, as if he had been bullied by bad guys before, which made Xiao Xian very strange, could it be that this guy was actually a troublemaker and kept causing trouble before?But being an elder brother was really kind, and the words of extreme concern made Xiao Xian feel warm in his heart, and suddenly remembered that he was not Li Xian at all, he forgot for a moment the confusion and worry of coming to this strange world, Instead, he felt a little sorry for stealing Li Xian's identity and picking up such a good brother for nothing.