Suo Jinling

If there are four seasons in a small house, spring has spring, summer has summer heat, autumn has coolness, and winter has severe cold.

Working at sunrise and resting at sunset, there are no delicacies from mountains and seas, silk and satin, only commoner clothes and green shirts with light porridge and light meals. Every day is peaceful and peaceful, not oppressed by the burden on the shoulders, and not disturbed by the world.

He Xiuzhu is a well-deserved expert. He can always find sweet and crisp leaves and fruit with strong juice and fragrance. He will dig grass seeds from the edge of the stone crevice, and pick pompoms from trees that ordinary people have never seen before. , will use simple ingredients to make delicious dishes that are not repeated, and will dance happily to cook a table of good dishes...

Chen Jing was well-clothed and well-fed since he was a child. Apart from going to the four directions for disaster relief and galloping on the battlefield, he seldom subsisted on rough tea and light meals every day. He thought he would not be able to adapt, but for some reason, this peaceful life made him fall into it for a long time. willing to leave.

Lan Jingming recognized his body day after day, trying to pull his hands and feet to make them obey his instructions.

Now his strength is not stable, his movements are like the wind, rolling up the yellow sand in the sky, sometimes he can crush the stones with a light grip, sometimes he walks crookedly, staggers here and there in just a few steps, lying on the side of the well, top-heavy, his eyes are dark .

He is like a child who has just learned to walk and talk. He pokes and pokes lightly and heavily. He can't control his strength. He is very curious. The delicate flowers that are about to drop out of color have to squat down and look around, as if seeing some rare treasure, they are reluctant to get up and leave.

He was only indifferent to Chen Jing who was staring behind him.

Chen Jing didn't dare to follow Lan Jingming step by step, for fear of annoying him, but he couldn't bear to follow from afar, and couldn't help getting closer to him, raising his hand to support Lan Jingming when he was unsteady, and when Lan Jingming was dragged down. Pulling the rope and making a human cushion when it was too late to stabilize, Lan Jingming fell on his chest, the tip of their noses touched and they breathed entangled, Chen Jing's old face was red from neck to ear, Lan Jingming blinked his eyes in a daze, Say thank you and get up to leave.

Chen Jing stroked his chest and rubbed the tip of his nose, trying to save all the warmth that Lan Jingming had touched, but he was reluctant to get up for a long time.

Lan Jingming's long sleeves were blowing in the wind, and he rubbed his fingers against the tip of his nose. When he woke up, the tulle that covered his eyes gradually faded, and Chen Jing's outline became clear, his body became hot, and those indelible pasts came through , like wind and sand blinding his eyes, he couldn't open it.

The gravel is endless, rubbing away the old ones and bringing in new ones, he couldn't open his eyes, bloodshot eyes filled his eyes like a thick veil covering them.

The five senses are much sharper than before. He is sitting in the bedroom, the cold wind is howling in the courtyard, the grass leaves are rustling into the ear, and he can recognize every slight movement. He Xiuzhu fell three times in the snow and waved his fist in anger. Dang dong knocking on the tree trunk, one light, one heavy, one heavy, then light, Lan Jingming covered his ears, he was so noisy that he didn't want to go out, he just wanted to shrink into the bedding and close his five senses.

Chen Jing was cooking in the kitchen, and tied a slingshot to the tree to shoot birds. The birds that were hit chirped and sang, and their feathers flew around. Lan Jingming could hear the sound of feathers falling, light and heavy. , hair tail brushing against his ear, making him unable to sleep peacefully.

In just a few days, the dark circles under his eyes became heavier twice, and his expression became more indifferent than before. He didn't have much interest in rice noodles, but now he counted the rice grains and swallowed them in his stomach. Pushing the bowl away, he staggered back to the bedroom.

At night, he doesn't rest well, and often finds a small river outside the courtyard to play in the water. This river is so cold that ordinary people don't want to get in it. Lan Jingming removes his shoes and socks, steps into the water with bare feet, and fiddles with the ice floes that are close to Chi Chi, setting off flowers. spray.

His feet were white and red from the cold, and his blond hair flowed down his side, condensing into a thin layer of frost.

Chen Jing stood far outside, with most of his body hidden behind a tree. He only made a crown of grass leaves and wore it on his head, looking at the river in the distance.

Lan Jingming was immersed in the mist, like a bubble that could burst when poked, and wanted to ride the wind away, soaring between the sky and the earth.

Sitting one after the other all night, at dawn Lan Jingming woke up like a dream, got up and walked back to the small courtyard, perhaps because he hadn't slept all night and was groggy, he couldn't walk after walking a few steps, and fiddled with the broken leaves to gather them together , Lie on it and close your eyes, the dream will go to Duke Zhou.

It took a long time before Chen Jing dared to come forward, carefully squatting nearby, took off his outer shirt and put it on for others, and sat cross-legged beside Lan Jingming.

The morning dew condensed on the leaves and fell to the ground drop by drop. Chen Jing pushed back Lan Jingming's forehead hair and stroked the latter's earlobe with his fingers. The flesh was rounder and fuller than before, and it was so elastic to the touch that one couldn't bear to let go.

Chen Jing couldn't help rubbing it, rounded and flattened the earlobe, and kneaded it into a small ball between his fingers.

Lan Jingming fell into a deep sleep, muttered a few words in a low voice, frowned, turned over half of his body, and fell into the mud, Chen Jing hurriedly stepped forward, lifted the man into the air, and carefully placed him on the ground.

There was no pillow on the ground, and it was really uncomfortable to lie there. Lan Jingming shook his head, found Chen Jing's thigh in his dream, yawned long, found a comfortable position, and fell asleep in a daze.

Chen Jing was as stiff as a rock, not daring to move at all, and let Lan Jingming use his thighs as a pillow, groping around with his fingers, finding something to gather into a ball, pinching and releasing it in distaste, murmured twice, curled up inward into a ball.

Chen Jing was pinched until his face turned red, his thighs trembled slightly, and it took him a while to calm down.

He was afraid that Lan Jingming would roll to the ground, so he held up his palms to protect him from time to time, for fear that he might fall somewhere.

Lan Jingming fell into a deep sleep, and the scars that were once deeply visible were no longer visible. His icy muscles and bones could be broken with a blow, and there was no blemish on his face. A kind of chaotic attraction, which makes people addicted.

While Lan Jingming was playing chess with Duke Zhou, Chen Jing couldn't help but fiddled with each other's eyelashes, rubbed his swollen earlobes, and rubbed his nose carefully, making Lan Jingming's cheeks red and swollen into round dough.

"younger brother--"

Someone in the forest knocked on the basin vigorously, and howled loudly, shaking the birds in the forest, and the dead leaves fluttered in the wind.

"Daddy woke up—"

He Xiuzhu slammed on the bottom of the basin, beating it like a big drum, and the neighing resounded through the sky.

Lan Jingming woke up from a dream. A carp got up straight and ran out of the jungle. However, his legs were numb after sleeping for too long. Noodles, can't get up for a long time.

"I'll carry you."

Chen Jing knelt down on one knee, patted himself on the shoulder, and signaled Lan Jingming to lie on his back. He didn't dare to look back at others, and his heart was agitated, for fear that Lan Jingming would turn a blind eye and treat him as air.

The gust of wind in the forest passed by, blowing over the red ear bones, the next moment his shoulders sank, and a pair of hands came from behind, pressing on his back.

The skin on the neck touches, the side cheeks are pressed under the ears, the breath is close at hand, sandalwood is rolling in like rain, wrapping Chen Jing in and kneading it into a soft ball.

Chen Jing bent his back and poured his strength towards his legs. He ran in the forest, only to feel that he was a horse that was unique in thousands, rolling through the wind and snow, galloping thousands of miles without stopping.