Inscription of Different Cases

Autumn is coming to an end, and the weather is getting colder and colder. The bitter north wind blows off the yellow leaves on the branches, and scrapes people's skin like a knife.Han Lang squatted by the water tank to wash his face, shivering three times in a row from the icy cold water.He wiped off the water droplets on his face indiscriminately, raised his head and looked around quietly, the skink was curled up beside the charcoal basin like a futon, motionless, the colorful lines reflected the firelight, showing the color of enamel.Although he is a monster and does not need to hibernate in winter, he is still afraid of the cold.During this period of time, it basically didn't move from the nest, and only raised its eyes when it heard the second son of "Jelly Bean".

The ermine listened to the scriptures in the temple and didn't come back very often.The abbot there was a kind person, and occasionally gave her some of the leftovers from the vegetarian meal.The two goblins were not there, and the cats and dogs outside the house were also napping in their dens.The weather was gloomy, and occasionally a beam of sunlight cast down, coating the surroundings with a pale color.

Everything is so peaceful and deserted.

Lowering his head, Han Lang's own face and the obvious dark circles under his eyes were reflected in the water.I haven't slept well in the past few days, and I have too many things on my mind. When I lie in bed, I can only open my eyes and think wildly.Occasionally falling asleep, the thoughts are still endless, even in the dream, they are still coming out one by one.When I woke up, I felt more tired than I hadn't slept.

The cold wind was blowing from the window, and the water droplets on the face were dried out, and the skin was blown sorely.The house was too small to accommodate so many people, so Ruan Ping went out to live with Zhuzhen in order to make room for them, and occasionally sent his subordinates to deliver messages.Han Lang and He Yijiu hid in this deep mountain, feeling like another form of captivity. Although they lived the idyllic life they longed for, it was not happy.

Han Lang patted himself on the face, and could only comfort himself with "being a man requires contentment".Walking out the door, the cold wind made him shiver again.There was a man in the woods who was coming back with firewood on his back. When he saw him, he smiled and said, "Winter is coming, so there is no shortage of firewood. You have to figure out everything in this place. It's a pity that the chickens raised by Ruan Ping can be stewed." That's fine."

Knowing that he was joking, Han Lang raised the corner of his mouth hastily: "Okay, if you dare to stew, he must be in a hurry with you."

He Yijiu spread his hands: "Chickens can't be killed, but eggs can always be eaten. I'll help you light the fire. You can make breakfast first, and I'll go in again."

Han Lang stopped him and said he wanted to come by himself, He Yijiu looked at him suspiciously, but didn't stop him.Facts proved that Han Langzhen had never used such a primitive way of lighting a fire, he was sweating from exhaustion, and smoke was everywhere.Anyway, breakfast was ready, and the scent attracted the small animals in the yard. They sat neatly around the stove, looking at Han Lang expectantly and timidly, waiting for a share of the pie.

That's how it feels like home.Han Lang thought to himself.Adding another handful of firewood, he coughed again from the black smoke.

I had a disheartened breakfast, and then I didn't know what to do.After the firewood was collected and the water picked, the two of them moved the ponytail and sat in the yard in a daze.As far as the eye can see, there is only a small wooden house and a small courtyard. The mountains and forests in the distance are deserted. When the two of them are not talking, the surroundings are so quiet that the rustle of dead leaves falling to the ground can be heard.

Country life is good, but only when you are carefree and come and go as you please.Now they dare not even go down the mountain, and they are full of worries. How can they feel the comfort of life in the mountains?

"I don't know Zhao Wang and the others..."

"Ok?"

"Oh, well, let's not mention it."

Both tried to avoid their concerns, trying to say something that didn't matter.He Yijiu scratched his head and said, "There's not enough rice in the house, and there's no meat either."

"Ruan Ping said that if you want to eat, you can go to the vegetable field to get it, and they should send someone to deliver it."

He Yijiu hummed briefly, and said, "Meat doesn't grow in vegetable fields."

Han Lang raised his eyes and looked at him: "Do you want to go down the mountain to buy?"

He Yijiu laughed, and with this smile, the worry on his face was temporarily wiped away: "No need, I'll take you hunting."

He took Ruan Ping's hunting bow hanging on the wall, and asked Han Lang to look for arrows.The two of them always had something to do, but in late autumn, most of the wild animals in the forest seldom come and go.The two walked side by side, more like walking than hunting.The air in the mountains was fresh and there were few people. They were walking along the path stepped by wild animals, and suddenly saw a hare. Han Lang bent his bow and set an arrow, but the shot missed.

He Yijiu couldn't help laughing: "Your archery skills are not good enough."

Han Lang regained his spirits and insisted on a showdown with him.It's a pity that they didn't meet a few animals along the way, and gradually they got tired, and sat down on the stone by the roadside. He Yijiu stretched out his hand, and Han Lang snuggled up on his shoulder.

"Tell me, how long are we going to hide?" Han Lang said quietly.

"There are too many people who want to kill us. The emperor, the virtuous king, and maybe the king of Zhao are also eager to kill us as soon as possible. Then there are countless soldiers and horses, and the stinky Taoist priests from the Daolu Department. We must at least hide from them Don't worry about it."

Han Lang sighed, knowingly asked, "How long will it take?"

"One year, two years...?"

Both of them fell silent, and Han Lang said after a while, "The wise king's plan must have succeeded."

He Yijiu sneered: "If you succeed, you'll do my ass again. If you force us to such an extent, who cares what he does."

What he said was in Han Lang's heart, and they really couldn't control it anymore, and they didn't have the intention.It is indeed a bit irresponsible to say so, but people are hiding in this kind of place and worry all day long, what else can they do?

The cold wind blows slowly, wandering on the skin like a cold snake.Recalling what happened in recent days, they couldn't help feeling sour again, they looked at each other, speechless for a while.Suddenly He Yijiu stood up, straightened his crumpled clothes casually, and said to him, "Let's go, let's continue hunting."

Han Lang blinked in confusion: "It's so cold, how can there be anything to hunt?"

"You'll know when you go."

After finishing speaking, he returned the wooden bow and quiver on his back to Han Lang, and turned into a white tiger instantly with his body bent down.Han Lang took a step back, saw the white tiger shaking his hair in front of him, and said to himself, "Come up."

Only then did he understand what He Yijiu meant.

The white tiger carried Han Lang on his back, squinted his eyes and sniffed the smell in the air for a while, then ran away suddenly, and was already tens of feet away in an instant.A man and a tiger ran wildly in the forest, the trees receded rapidly, and the cold wind came in, wrinkling the white tiger's fur and messing up Han Lang's hair, and his clothes were blown up like wings fluttering behind.The scenery in front of him was left behind one by one, the white tiger ran and jumped calmly, and when it landed steadily, even the surrounding vegetation was shaken slightly.

Han Lang took a deep breath, his cheeks were sore from the wind, it was too fast, too exciting, and even made people want to roar and vent.Walking briskly, wanton and comfortable, even all worries have been washed away, don't care about anything, and don't have to think about anything.He kept his eyes open all the way, ignoring the wind and sand that might blow into his eyes, just to see the green grass and branches retreating rapidly.The woods in late autumn are actually not desolate. He saw the green that seemed only in summer, and when he looked up, there were unknown birds singing on the branches.

It was only later that he discovered that He Yijiu was taking him for a ride with a purpose.They have been going around in the mountains, and finally stopped at a lake.The lake water reflected the leaden gray floating clouds in the sky, and was blown into ripples by the breeze.The white tiger stopped, and their arrival startled a flock of waterfowls. Han Lang took the opportunity to bend his bow and set an arrow, and hit the wings of one of them.

"Beautiful!" He heard He Yijiu exclaim.

He got off the white tiger's back, saw the other party squatting beside him grooming, and then ran out like having fun.He rushed to the surface of the lake, as if frolicking, startling the waterfowl that had just landed.After repeating it several times, Han Lang was amused, and the white tiger turned to chase a sika deer drinking water.The deer was chased so desperately that it didn't know where to go, and in the end it jumped headlong in front of Han Lang, which happened to be easier for him to raise his sword and fall, and it became the best dinner.

The white tiger galloped back and squatted neatly beside Han Lang, wagging its tail.He really acts like a big dog, not a tiger.Han Lang couldn't help thinking.Sure enough, Baihu stuck out his tongue, carefully hid the barb on his head, and licked it at Han Lang.

It's wet and not soft, a bit like being scratched by a feather.Han Lang pushed his head away to tell him not to make trouble, but the white tiger pressed on him instead, licking his exposed skin all over, making Han Lang laugh non-stop as if someone had scratched his itch.

"Okay, okay, stop making trouble, stop making trouble!"

Only then did the white tiger let him go, stretched out a tail to hook his chin, and he held it firmly.Looking around the lakeside, the vegetation is verdant and the water birds are flying, creating a peaceful scene.Han Lang heaved a sigh of relief, feeling that the burden on his shoulders seemed to be lighter, and then raised his eyes, just in time to meet the white tiger's eyes as clear as the blue sky.

He reached out a hand and touched the opponent's paw.

The next step is to gather firewood to make a fire, remove the feathers of the waterfowl that have just been hunted, and have a picnic directly by the lake.The white tiger might be tired from running, so he just lay down on his stomach and refused to change back to his original shape.Han Lang didn't pay much attention to him, and was busy with the work at hand. Suddenly, he turned his head and realized that the other party was about to close his eyes and was going to sleep, so he plucked a feather wickedly, and moved it to the tip of the other party's nose to flick it a few times.

Baihu sneezed violently.

Han Lang laughed, but saw a blur in front of him, He Yijiu appeared in front of him, and rushed forward: "You little bastard, isn't it fun?!"

The two made a fuss again, rolling around on the grass by the lake.Later, He Yijiu took over the heavy responsibility of cooking and cooked a dish of beggar's chicken, which he and Han Lang ate cleanly.At this moment they still didn't want to go back, Han Lang was lying on the grass in a large shape, watching the clouds floating in the sky, gradually revealing a small piece of blue sky.

"There are shrimps in this water!" He Yijiu shouted from afar.

It was like going out for a picnic, Han Lang regained his energy all of a sudden, and followed him to the water's edge to have a look.Winter is coming soon, this is probably the last wave of river prawns, and no one wants to miss it.The two started to talk about fishing for shrimps again, broke off the straightest branch from the tree, and bent down to find earthworms in the mud.He Yijiu pulled the fishing line skillfully, tightening and loosening to lure the prawns to take the bait.Han Lang squatted beside him, occasionally coming up with bad ideas.After a while, the shrimp was hooked up, Han Lang hurriedly wrapped it in grass leaves, and prepared to take it back later.

Both of them had things to do, and their mood improved a lot, and they began to chatter as usual.He Yijiu was holding the fishing line, and Han Lang sat beside him, looked him over carefully, and suddenly said with a smile: "Recalling now, you are not bad at martial arts, and you are born with yin and yang eyes. Such a ferocious aura that only wild animals have, I didn't expect this level."

"Who would have imagined it?" He Yijiu smiled, "I've been keeping it a secret, and I'm used to it."

"He even lied to me."

"Aren't you hiding it too?" He Yijiu laughed, "So neither of us can blame the other."

Han Lang explained his life experience to He Yijiu clearly before, causing the other party to sigh for a while.However, He Yijiu didn't say anything, and felt that it was almost time to ask, so Han Lang said, "Aren't all the monsters in the mountains, why did you come here?"

"It's not what my mother said, she let me hide it since I was a child, and planned to hide it for the rest of my life." He Yijiu said.

"Your mother?"

"She is the tiger god enshrined by Shuiqi. She is actually a monster. Her vision is so bad that she dies. She fell in love with my father for some reason, just like that unlucky peony. My father is a human being. They gave birth to me. My mother just wanted to raise me like an ordinary child. It was good, but Shuiqi was in chaos, and my father was in a bad situation. My mother wanted to take me away but was caught by the enemy. She protected me, I couldn't fight those people, and then she died, and my father came late, and finally only rescued me."

"This..." Han Lang said after a moment of silence, "Then your father... doesn't seem too bad?"

"Who knows," He Yijiu snorted coldly, "He didn't bother me after sending him away. I went back to look for him, but he threw him out again because he thought it was in the way. At that time, some people used monsters to make nonsense. I I think he might have arranged it long ago, and I'm afraid that someone will catch me because of my mother's affairs, so I just cut the mess with a knife. Isn't it a woman, you forgot, the most worthless thing to them is a woman. "

Speaking of this, He Yijiu smiled helplessly: "Things in this world are really a reincarnation, isn't our experience now not much different?"

Han Lang's heart ached, and he suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Later, I was picked up by that dead old man. You will know what happened after that. From wandering in Shuiqi to the Central Plains, I have been doing some shady jobs," he said, and he stretched leisurely. When I mentioned it, a shrimp was hooked out of the water, "Many times I forget that I am actually a monster."

Although he said it easily, Han Lang knew He Yijiu's temper too well, and knew that he was definitely not feeling well right now.At this moment, He Yijiu spoke again: "If I hadn't met you, my life would have been like that."

Han Lang's heart trembled, he directly snatched the fishing line from the opponent's hand, and leaned over to get close to it.The moment the lips meet, it seems like everything can be left behind.He bit He Yijiu's lips repeatedly, as if a stranded fish had encountered a long-lost source of water, and their lips and tongues were intertwined. He Yijiu quickly took the initiative.The two kissed together endlessly, until at a certain moment they finally separated, their eyes met, and they both saw a faint warmth in each other's eyes.

"Let's go, we're going back." Han Lang got up first, and gave He Yijiu a hug with a smile.One carried a wooden bow and river prawns, and the other carried the deer killed by He Yijiu, and they set off on their way home together.Walking on the road, the two were still discussing how to cook these two game dishes. There should be no shortage of meat these days. Thinking of He Yijiu's cooking skills, Han Lang couldn't help but look forward to it.

When I got home, it was already dark, and there was silence around me.The two of them were about to start cooking when suddenly a gust of wind blew in, and a dark shadow fell from the sky, which turned out to be a strange colorful bird.The two looked at each other, knowing who was coming without even thinking about it.Sure enough, the strange bird jumped up and down a person, dressed in a light blue Taoist robe, and complained to them: "You actually hid in such a place, let me find it easily."