Suo Jinling

He Zhongyin didn't like to sleep in the bedroom anymore.

Either in the yard, or on the roof, or simply pull some grass blades by the lake, spread them under the pillow, and roll wantonly all night.

The witch doctor family lives in seclusion in the deep mountains, and they don't pick up the lost things in every house and don't close their doors at night. Even if they sleep in the forest every day, no one will care.

The man rescued by the elder sister is getting better. He can be helped out by the elder sister and walk quietly in the courtyard. The witch doctor clan can go out to treat the sick and rescue the sick under his name, but it is a big taboo to bring outsiders into the hiding place. However, those who get the blood of Guanyin are more capable of life and death, so how can they not be coveted.

He Zhongyin didn't care about these, he would rather feed the blood to the fish that bounced ashore than to find the lost Hunyuan map of mountains and rivers, touch the rumored millennium-grown heart-killing grass, and pour his blood Water it, and it will melt into a panacea of ​​immortality.

The days passed quickly, and the man named Amur gradually recovered. He thought the man smelled of blood, and he was too lazy to go to the hospital to watch people on weekdays. Until his sister let him go, he didn't even remember the man's appearance.

The He family returned to tranquility, He Zhongyin didn't say anything, instead of sleeping outside, he moved back to the yard from the river, basked in the sun during the day and prescribed some prescriptions, and hung on the swing he made at night to dangle , Others sat on the swing, but he hung his hands on the swing, his legs curled up and swayed on the ground, whether he was sitting or standing, he was as soft as a puddle of mud.

He thought that everything would be back to normal after the unexpected guest left, but He Lianqiao was absent-minded every day, and she couldn't hear her clearly when she was called, and she didn't respond when she patted her. Do not know at all.

"He Lianqiao, if you go on like this, your heart and soul will be hooked away," He Zhongyin lay on the ground, grabbed the grass seeds and chewed, felt too bitter and vomited, and went to pick out He Lianqiao's freshly roasted sweet potatoes with his bare hands, " That kid looks fierce, he is not a good person at first glance, why bother to let his belt get wider and not regret it in the end, it would be better if he moved on earlier."

He Lianqiao shook her head with a faint smile, squatted down and peeled the sweet potatoes for him: "Have you ever missed anyone?"

"Missing," He Zhongyin whimpered, biting off most of the sweet potato, "what is that, why do you miss others."

"Then if sister gets married in the future, how will you live yourself?"

"If you marry, you will marry. You can't get out of here. I'll still go to your house to ask for food."

"If my sister gets married and is not here, or if the witch doctor clan falls apart and turns against each other," He Lianqiao said calmly, "how will my younger brother deal with himself?"

"If you have wine today, you will be drunk today, and you will be sad tomorrow." He Zhongyin shook his head, "The boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridge, and then we will have a countermeasure."

As soon as the words fell, he noticed something, and suddenly turned over and got up: "He Lianqiao, what are you talking about, you won't be..."

"Yes." The corners of He Lianqiao's lips curled slightly, and the palms of her hands were pressed against her belly, "My sister is pregnant."

The summer was scorching hot, and the flames were burning on his body. He Zhongyin stood there in a daze, only to feel that the flames turned into ice and poured down on his head and face. His eyes widened from the cold, and he didn't know how to respond.

The witch doctor tribe has difficulty in pregnancy and childbirth, and there are many people who have both died. They cannot be cured by medicine and stones. He Zhongyin never thought that He Lianqiao would really have a dark knot in the fetus. Besides, this child is related to foreigners. Look at her... the child is determined to be born.

"Why does it have to be like this?" He Zhongyin breathed out stiffly, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, his eyes were dark, "You and I, sister and brother, support each other, isn't it as good as it used to be? There are beautiful mountains, clear waters, outstanding people, wonderful people here, eating, drinking and having fun. There are many things, if you, if you are gone, I..."

"Brother, you and I are about the same age, and my sister won't hold you back. You wish to live happily ever after, and I wish to enjoy family happiness," He Lianqiao said with a smile, "If I am unlucky this time, you have to find a baby boy for my child." A good family, even if you can live up to your sister."

He Zhongyin rubbed his cheeks, bit his tongue with his teeth, and was speechless for a moment.

From this point of view, He Lianqiao wore a pink skirt, her figure was slim and slim, her Danfeng eyes were bright, and she was wearing rouge and gouache every day. She was no longer the crazy girl with her messy hair playing with her outside.

She grew up day by day, fine lines appeared on the corners of her eyes, and her mother's love was rubbed on her face, but he was still able to muddle along, drunk today with wine, and hadn't grown a single point.

They are not what they used to be.

He Zhongyin turned and left, went into the cave to meditate silently, sat there upset, lifted the turf, went back to the bedroom and smashed two teacups, not wanting to sleep on the couch, jumped on the roof to sleep.

Sleeping in the middle of the night, his chest felt congested, and he looked down through the gap. He Lianqiao was sitting on the edge, twisting a men's cloth towel between his fingers, with his palms against his lower abdomen, circling with tenderness.

Bringing outsiders into the territory is a big taboo in the clan, and it is an unforgivable sin to have a dark tire. He Lianqiao raises her fetus in the courtyard every day and does not want to go out to show her face. He Zhongyin's temper has improved a lot, and she is no longer like before. In that wantonly, the people secretly said that his emotions had turned their sex, and he heard that he had jumped like a thunderous time, and took the crushed person to the river, and his nose was swollen and swollen.

He Lianqiao's food intake is growing day by day, her lips are getting paler every day, her beautiful long hair is like dry grass, messy and messy, her lips are purple all day long, and she dare not ask others for help when giving birth , He Zhongyin knelt on the edge of the collapse, his eyes were reddened by the blood in the room, when he took the small ball of dolls, his arms trembled and he almost threw the doll to the ground.

He Lianqiao exhausted her energy and blood, fell into a coma after giving birth, and passed away three days later without leaving a word.

The doll in her arms is ignorant of worldly affairs, eats, sleeps and cries when she is full, and plays happily on her own. She loves pulling He Zhongyin's hair and tearing it off one by one. He Zhongyin is almost split in half, quietly Taking care of the elder sister's funeral, sitting in the bedroom where the sister and brother played and played together when they were young, holding the baby that the elder sister desperately wanted to give birth to, the whole body was as stiff as wood, and the mind was full of paste.He didn't know why everything became like this. He was originally wanton and unrestrained, happy like a swallow flying in the forest, but a stone flew from the sky and smashed his intestines to pieces.

He was wrapped by the torrent that came from nowhere, heaving and falling in the waves, the original He Zhongyin was swept away by the waves and shriveled into a ball on the sand.

The baby was babbling, babbling and laughing non-stop, the saliva from the toothless mouth was flowing, and almost all flowed on the body. After a while, the baby was hungry, and the eyes were tightly closed, crying continuously. It can move, and subconsciously bites the fingertips and stuffs them into the doll's mouth.

He has tasted his own blood, not only does it have no fishy smell, but it also has an indescribable sweetness. The doll licks his fingers, his lips are tightly pursed, sticking together tightly, and sucking with all his might, his eyes are half-closed , the fleshy face was full of intoxication, as if it was wrapped in some fine nectar and jade dew, drinking happily, He Zhongyin subconsciously moved twice, the doll sensed something was wrong, and when he moved his small mouth, he was about to howl again, He Zhongyin didn't dare to move again, hurriedly Keep it as it is, Ren Xiaozu has a good drink.

This doll... has no parents right now, it depends on him to survive.

These words suddenly appeared in his heart, and He Zhongyin broke out in a cold sweat, fidgeting and stiffening there, as if his body was tied tightly by something, tightly bound into a ball.He couldn't fly anymore, there were soft balls under his wings that were waiting to be fed, dragging him lower and lower until he fell into the lake.

He couldn't keep drinking blood for the baby, so he had to go to the next door to borrow a ewe that had just given birth, learned how to milk it, mixed it with rice soup to make a paste, and fed it to the baby.

The doll could not swallow well, she choked and coughed, her little face flushed from choking, hiccupped heart-piercingly, and burst into tears while hiccupping, the sky was dark and the sun and the moon were dark, He Zhongyin hugged and persuaded, in the bedroom Walking back and forth to appease him, he bumped into the wooden table unintentionally when he backed away, a drawer slammed, and a hairpin box rolled out.

The cloth cover outside the hairpin box was embroidered stroke by stroke by my sister. The pattern was carefully drawn heart-killing grass. Inside was a hairpin made of pure gold. This was the only souvenir left by my sister. He Zhongyin Shaking his mind, he subconsciously tied a bun on his head, slowly took out the hairpin, and inserted it into it.

There was a small bell hanging on the hairpin, and its ding-dong swayed with the wind. The crying baby's eyes widened, and the eyeballs rolled around, swinging back and forth with the bell. Gradually, the crying stopped and she fell into a drowsy sleep.

The doll is particularly fond of the bell on the jade hairpin. Every time he makes a gesture of crying or not, He Zhongyin has to wear the gold hairpin and shake it to tease him. Only when you catch it are you willing to give up.

After a few times of tossing around like this, He Zhongyin simply found a shop, beat the hairpin into a bell, and put it on the baby's neck. Now the baby didn't make trouble when sitting and sleeping, and often held the bell and stuffed it into his mouth. The bite was full of saliva, and he couldn't stop laughing.

He Zhongyin's whole body smelled of milk, his face was sticky, his fingers were red and swollen, his waist was sore and his back was so stiff from holding the baby, and he couldn't sleep on his pillow at night. If it was the original him, he would have thrown away this burden and gone to the mountains to play. Now he is sleeping in the In the bedroom full of his sister's atmosphere, he had to keep teasing the doll for a moment, so that he could force himself to turn his eyes away and stop worrying about the past.

Time flies by, the doll was thin and red at first, and soon stretched out its limbs, and grew into a round and fluffy ball, with swaying hands and feet like lotus root segments, light blonde hair and dense long eyelashes, and finally had two sisters sister's shadow.

He Zhongyin originally only liked to sit on a rocking chair by himself and rock on it for a day, but now he puts the doll on his chest, and is confused from morning to night, thinking that life will go on like this...But the world can never be perfect May, a bloody night, like an arrow piercing through the clouds, crush the bleeding hole in his chest, crushing his longing into balls.

The flames spread at the end of the village, and the mountain fire was burning fiercely. The tall horse broke into the medicine bushes, and the horse's hooves trampled on the thick soil. The grass and trees flew everywhere, women screamed and children cried, and everyone stumbled. Bumping around in the forest with the head covered, those who run slowly will be stabbed in the chest, and their flesh and blood will fly.

"Men and children were killed on the spot, and all the women were taken away," the leader reined in high, the horse's hooves flew into the air, his eyes were as cold as eagles, full of bloodthirsty killing, "set fire to everyone."

He Zhongyin hid the doll in the haystack behind the room, with his eyes cracked, he drew out his sword and rushed towards the leader.

This man was stepping on a man's head with a horse's hoof, rolling from side to side, when a murderous intent suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, reaching the tip of his eyebrows. Taking two steps back, the crotch|lower BMW roared, and raised its front hooves high.

"That's right, I, Lanchi Aguda, have conquered countless tribes, and it's rare to see such courage! You stand down and let him play with Ben Khan."

The entourage beside him laughed endlessly and stepped back to make room for a large space. Lan Chi Aguda turned over and dismounted, and with a bang of the saber, he held it tightly in the palm of his hand.

Lanchi Aguda is tall, with thick and powerful arms. He is not as burly as an ordinary person. He Zhong is invisible, thin and flexible, like a dexterous swallow. At first he just wanted to play, but he was forced to take a few steps back, his arm was deeply bloodstained, he took a sip, and realized that the person who came was not to be underestimated, he had no choice but to cheer up, and raised his knife to attack back.

The two of you come and go, the sword is full of cold light, sparks are bursting out, He Zhongyin's eyes are showing fierce light, his eyes are red like blood, and his whole body is full of murderous aura. The movements were tricky and difficult to guard against. The surrounding followers wanted to step forward, but Lanchi Aguda blew his whistle to make them stay where they were.

"What a hot horse." Lanchi Aguda stared at the opposite figure, licked off the remaining blood on his arm, his eyes were full of beast | lust, "Ben Khan will play with you."

Lanchi Aguda rushed forward, a saber that was as heavy as a thousand weights, and almost broke the sword. He Zhongyin shook his wrist, responded calmly, and raised his sword to attack back fiercely. Yin swung the blade of the sword, and thrust it against his shoulder abruptly. The saber pierced through the flesh, and blood gushed out like a spring, splashing into Lanzhi Aguda's eyes. , with a bang, the sword penetrated half an inch, as long as it penetrates another half inch...

"Stop! I'll kill him!"

The cry of the baby pierced the night sky, shrill like a hundred ghosts walking in the night, the sound shook the sky, He Zhongyin's sword blade was fixed in place, Lanchi Aguda retreated abruptly, and swung the saber with his backhand, laying it across He Zhongyin's neck.

He Zhongyin turned his head inch by inch, the tall and burly man held the doll high, making a gesture to fall to the ground, the doll kicked its legs wildly, and the cloth towel was wet into a ball, desperately stretched out its hand towards him, its cheeks were red and swollen from crying, Babbling and shaking.

That man named Amur.

The elder sister was willing to save him. The man who conceived for him would throw their child to death.

These vicious, burning, killing, and looting guys...he was also the one who attracted them.

"Where did you come from?" Lanchi Aguda laughed wildly, "Amur, listen to him cry twice when you fall to death, let's help the brothers."

There were bursts of laughter around, and Amur's arms trembled as he lifted the child higher.

Dark clouds cover the sky and the sun, and the wind blows the fallen leaves, rolling away into the distance.

There are many passing by like a revolving lantern, the beautiful scenery, the creaking rocking chair in the courtyard, the glutinous rice balls beaten by the sister, the bloody couch and the bloody room, the clothes tomb in the forest outside the courtyard...

"Put him down," He Zhongyin murmured, the sword in his hand couldn't hold on anymore, his palm was wet and trembling, "That's my child."

"Kneel down and beg Ben Khan," Lanchi Aguda whistled, and the eagle swooped in, digging down with its sharp claws and grabbing his forearm fiercely, "Ben Khan spare his life."

Lanchi Aguda was condescending, the wound on his chest was bloody and bloody, his cheeks were distorted and he sneered, the corners of his mouth grinning to his ears.

He Zhongyin has never knelt down to heaven and earth, to his parents, to his sister, or to anyone.

Large flakes of snow flew in, dripping through the forehead, and wet the corners of the eyes and eyebrows.

"Poor little bastard," Lanchi Aguda sighed, "Life is not hard enough."

He raised his hand violently, Amur clenched his teeth, and swung his arm downwards. With a bang, He Zhongyin knelt down on his knees, his forehead smashed into the soil, like a swift soaring in the sky, bloody and breaking off its wings.