drunk red

The scene of life, in a trance, is already not very real, separated by a layer of veil, it is already blurred.Looking back, apart from Liuli, I don't know anything.

Thinking of Liuli, Hongyi tugged at Tang Ziao's hand: "Why hasn't Liuli come back?"

Tang Ziao pondered for a while, as if he was thinking about how to answer: "He sent you a letter, and I put it on the table in the house, and I will show it to you later."

"it is good."

After dinner in the evening, he took a simple bath, and before Hong Yi could ask him to stay, Tang Ziao had already taken off his coat and lay down under the blanket.

Red smiled brightly, got into bed with Liuli's letter, leaned against Tang Ziao who was reading the book, opened the letter, and read it carefully.

Liuli's handwriting is still so neat and upright, not much to say, it's just a page, Hong Yi feels that it's gone before it's finished.He turned the piece of paper over and over, checked it several times, and didn't give up until Tang Ziao said that there was only one piece of paper.

Liuli was very polite in writing letters, she came up to greet him and his parents, thanked them for redeeming him, and then told Hongyi that he was doing well now and that someone took good care of him.It may not be possible to come and play with him in the near future. Hong Yi needs to be patient and take care of his body, learn something, and get together again after a while.

Hongyi sighed, folded the letter and put it back, thinking that he was not happy to see him, pressed the envelope under the pillow, touched the purse with candied dates in his hand, and secretly glanced at Tang Zi who was concentrating on reading. Ao, Hongyi turned sideways to cover her mouth, took out a candied date and stuffed it into her mouth.

Unexpectedly, he ate too fast, and the core of the jujube was not picked out, and there was a bang, and a crisp sound, watching him whimper and then covering his chin, even if Tang Ziao wanted to pretend not to see it, he couldn't do it. Put the book down and put your hand under his chin: "Spit it out."

Hong Yi's teeth were so painful that she bit the flesh on the side of her cheek. She opened her mouth and spit out the core and part of the uneaten jujube meat. Tang Ziao saw the blood oozing inside, frowned and threw it away: "Open your mouth."

"Ah." Hong Yi opened his mouth obediently, Tang Ziao turned his face to the direction of the candlelight, and inserted a finger.

"I bit my cheek." Fiddled with it and looked inside, took out his saliva-soaked fingers, Tang Ziao put on his coat and went out, and quickly brought back a piece of medicinal material: "Hold it, stop the bleeding."

Hong Yi nodded and held it tightly.Tang Ziao wiped the saliva that flowed from his mouth for him. Seeing him blushing like a child avoiding his eyes, Tang Ziao smiled: "Next time eat, don't be in such a hurry."

It's okay if you don't talk about it, but when you talk about it, Hong Yi's face turned even more red, and she hurriedly lay down, with her back turned to him, and fell asleep after muttering something.

When Tang Ziao also extinguished the candle and lay down, the red clothes became more bold in the night, and turned around again, grabbed his obscene clothes and held them in his hands.

A good night's sleep.

This morning, when the sun was dim, Hongyi was woken up by someone, opened his hazy eyes, and took a long time to see clearly that it was Tang Ziao.

"Get up." Tang Ziao lifted the quilt neatly and threw it to the end of the bed, and picked him up. Standing on the bed in red, Tang Ziao dressed himself with his eyes closed, staggering, not worried about falling off.

"Come down and put on your shoes."

"En." Hongyi didn't know why he told her to wake up so early, but her consciousness was still very confused, she completely forgot to ask, she supported Tang Ziao's shoulder and stepped down.There was still a distance between the bed and the ground, Hongyi stepped on the air, and the whole person fell downwards.Tang Zi stretched out his arms arrogantly, hugged the whole red clothes into his arms and put them down slowly.The red dress was pressed against him, her chin leaned up against his chest, and she suddenly smiled foolishly, as if she thought it was amused.Tang Ziao saw that his eyes were closed, his little face was flushed when he just woke up, and he was smiling happily, and he couldn't say anything to blame.

His bare little feet were white and tender, and he stepped directly on the boots that Tang Ziao had put on. The five little toes moved restlessly, hitting the instep of his feet. Tang Ziao waited for a long time but did not see him let go. To put on the shoes by myself, I had to put him back on the bed, squat down, put his socks on, and put on the cloth shoes that his mother made for him in a hurry these days.

Tang Ziao squatted there with no expression on his face, irritable, but he couldn't find any bad emotions at all, as if he should just squat on the ground for this boy to put on his shoes and wait for him to get up.Looking closely at those dark and deep eyes, one can even find a little warmth and indulgence.

After he was dressed, Tang Ziao pulled him up and dragged him outside.

The red clothes had to go, and staggered to the door, the cold breath of the morning rushed him, making him startled, and finally woke up, grabbed Tang Ziao's hand, opened his round eyes and asked: " Where are you going?"

"Martial arts field."

Martial arts?dance hall?Thinking wildly, it has already arrived, so it is naturally the martial arts field.

There is a large open space in the middle, and various weapons are placed around it. The men inside are all shirtless, posing in positions, and waiting for the person standing in the center to speak.Although it is not the coldest time yet, the temperature in the early morning at the end of autumn and early winter is not high. Outside the red clothes, Tang Ziao put on a thin jacket for him, and his body was warm. Looking at them He sighed with his mouth slightly opened.

The person standing in the middle saw them coming in and was about to come over to say hello, but Tang Ziao shook his head, signaling him to continue, and then pulled the red clothes all the way to the corner: "Zamabu."

"Ah?" Hong Yi was stunned.

"Zamabu, I will let you take half an hour for the first time, no, a quarter of an hour." Tang Ziao gave him a demonstration and asked him to follow suit.

"I..." Hongyi just wanted to say that the clothes she was wearing were inappropriate, but found that today's clothes are not that complicated style, a moon-white double-breasted gown with a dense row of cloth buttons, raised her hand, and waved it a few times, He can move freely, and the cuffs are relatively narrow, wrapping his wrists, revealing his round wrist bones. The hem of the jacket just wraps around the hips, and the sides are slit to the lower waist.The lower body is blooming trousers that just reach the ankles. The loose satin material does not feel much weight. The pair of brand-new cloth shoes under the feet are kicked vigorously, but they are still put on the feet.

Hearing the powerful shouts of those people beside him, Hong Yi saw that their punches and kicks were powerful enough to kick a big tree, as well as the dense beads of sweat on their naked upper body. Wrinkled a small face: "I won't."

"Lian, I'll accompany you." Tang Ziao didn't urge him, but waited patiently.

He didn't want the red-clothed kung fu to be able to reach the peak, and he didn't even need to protect himself, because he would never get hurt again. He just wanted to let this frail child exercise more, so that his body could be tougher and stronger, at least You will not die young at the age of [-], when you are only halfway through your life.The medicines accumulated in the body for more than ten years cannot be removed in one day. The martial arts that Tang Ziao wants him to let him practice for a while every day may play a certain auxiliary role and can be absorbed faster.

Seeing that he didn't give him a chance to refuse, Hong Yi pouted, spread his legs, raised his hands, and squatted down.

The posture was very irregular and limp. Tang Ziao stood behind him, supported his waist, stretched his upper body to make him straighter, and pressed his shoulders to make Hongyi squat down even more. squat.

It didn't take a quarter of an hour, but after only a cup of tea, Hongyi's thighs began to tremble, her face was flushed, and she cried out for help: "I can't stand."

"Continue." Tang Ziao stood beside him, always paying attention.

Hongyi insisted on another cup of tea, her whole body began to shake violently, she couldn't hold her breath, and fell forward, Tang Ziao caught it in time: "I won't plant it in half a moment."

Hongyi hugged his waist, leaned against his chest, closed her eyes, murmured something in a low voice, softened her body, and refused to get up again.

Complain to no avail

A slightly immature voice sounded in Hongyi's ear: "Daddy."

"En." Tang Ziao nodded.

Hong Yi raised his head from his chest and looked to the side, a boy who was taller than him politely greeted Tang Ziao.Hearing him call daddy, Hongyi thought of what her mother had told her.The boy in front of him who is taller, stronger than him, and looks much older than him should be his younger brother.

He wore much less clothes than the red clothes. He was wearing a thin coat, simple trousers, and holding a long sword. When he saw the red clothes leaning against Tang Ziao's boneless body and looked towards Tang Ziao, he also looked back. , nodded, and politely shouted: "Brother."

He yelled cheerfully, but there was a hint of unhappiness in his eyes.Tang Ziao lifted the red clothes, let him sit on the wooden chair in the corner, told him not to move around, and walked to Tang Qianxiang: "Practice the moves I taught you yesterday."

"Yes."

Hong Yi sat there, rubbing her thighs, watching her younger brother practice sword.Hong Yi didn't know how to practice swords well, but when he saw the child stabbing, picking and pulling, the sword was as fast as lightning, and the blossoming sword flowers flashed instantly, like holding a candle while walking, the flame dragged on, Form a long trace, fleeting.Hongyi watched him cross his legs for a while, then leaned back for a while, and sighed endlessly. It is not bad to dance with such aptitude. Although his waist is not as soft as he and Liuli, it is also full of resilience. Master Liu, who teaches dance, saw him Maybe he would praise a good seedling, but, with such a look... Tang Qianxiang pursed his lips and practiced hard, but he didn't know that his hard work for nearly ten years was compared with the people in Fengyue.

Looking at his face similar to Tang Ziao's, one big and one small, both of them have such a cold and hard temperament, if he went to pour wine and food for someone in such a tough manner, Hongyi burst out laughing.

Tang Ziao turned his head and saw that he was all right, sitting obediently in the chair