Inscription of Different Cases

It was already late at night when He Yijiu finally stumbled down the mountain and collapsed exhausted in the crop field.

The night after the rain was cold and cool, and even felt a bit like early spring, but it was a rare cloudless and foggy sunny day.He was lying on his back in the field, with high and low crops on both sides, several of which had been completely crushed by him, lying crookedly under his body.He reluctantly turned his face to one side, and found that the field ridge was not far away, with wild flowers blooming on it, and a green frog crouched in the grass and croaked endlessly.

He Yijiu was out of breath, closed his eyes and opened them again, but still felt that the things in front of him were blurry and the world was spinning.He felt the emptiness after physical exhaustion permeated his whole body, especially his stomach was full of hunger, as if he had been hungry for three to five days, and it was the time when his eyes glowed green when he looked at everything.

He didn't move for a long time, the frog probably thought he was a rock, let down his vigilance and jumped over him, the next moment he caught it in his hand with quick eyesight and stuffed it directly into his mouth.I have long since lost my sense of the taste, I swallowed the flesh raw, and even swallowed the bones together.The burning pain in his body finally subsided. He tried his best to stand up and sat cross-legged, like a wood carving.

In the early summer of June, thick water vapor was blowing in the wind, and the ears of crops were soaked in the bright moonlight, as if they had just been fished out of the water, and they were so green.His hair was brushed by the swaying crop leaves, and his nostrils were filled with the sweet grassy smell.At this moment, another fat-headed field mouse came out of the hole. Just as it appeared, he stretched out two fingers and grabbed the tail quickly and fiercely. food.

At this time, He Yijiu stumbled to his feet, and the broken crops under his feet made a "cracking" sound. He walked more than ten feet in a row, slipped and fell to the ground again.

My mind is empty, I don't know who I am, and I don't know where I'm going, I just know to act according to instinct.There was no gap between the crops, and they were bumped to this side by him, so pitiful.Not far away, he saw the small hut of the farmer and the bacon hanging outside.Hunger once again overcame everything, he jumped into the low wall like a hungry wolf, tore off the piece of meat, and started to gobble it up.

This movement caused the farmer’s dog to keep barking. He gave the dog a vicious look with his blue eyes. The dog choked, and after a while it barked even more fiercely. Even the old black donkey in the pen followed. Let out a gasp-like scream.He turned a blind eye, swallowed the whole piece of meat in a few mouthfuls, buried his face in the well and poured water into his belly, at this moment, the chickens and ducks in the next door also started screaming, and the sound of flapping wings was endless, as if he saw something extremely terrifying things in general.

It was so noisy in the middle of the night, a row of huts were lit up, and people began to come out cursing, with lanterns in their hands, and came here with a confused face.The light made him dizzy for a while, and the man met him face to face, and was so frightened that he dropped the lantern in his hand, and screamed: "There is a ghost—it's haunted, it's haunted!"

The cry brought back a sliver of reason, and he looked around blankly, not knowing where he was for a moment.The shouts of the villagers attracted more people. He was still in a daze, but he also knew that this place could not be left, so he panicked and jumped against the low wall. Gradually stop.

There was a creek not far away, and taking advantage of the bright moonlight, he leaned against the water and lowered his head to take a picture--fortunately, fortunately, the person has returned to his old appearance, but there is a lot of blood on the whole mouth, as if born Chewing something average.But when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't remember what he ate.

"Oh shit."

He Yijiu muttered, bent over to wash off the stains on his face with the stream water, and then sat down on his ass.I can't remember clearly what happened during the day, I just remember that I broke free from the restraints in a fit of anger, fought with that bitch Taoist priest, and finally pinned him to the ground, almost biting his neck.The Taoist yelled something, and he knocked down the talisman paper in his hand. He wanted to ask Han Lang's whereabouts, but he didn't kill the Taoist, and he escaped in the end.

Did he tell where Han Lang is going?

He Yijiu rubbed his aching head and let out a deep breath.Come to think of it, that bitch said that Han Lang was with his master and would be back soon.What else did you say?By the way, that bitch said that Han Lang belonged to them, so there was no need for him to be frightened, and he should think about how to save Han Lang's life after he returned.

Then he took out a talisman, and in an instant, a colorful giant bird appeared, carrying him away.Leaving himself standing still, thinking about what that sentence means, Han Lang belongs to them?

Later, he gradually became exhausted, his head went blank, and he didn't remember anything.It has come to the present when I wake up, but the question still lingers in my heart, Han Lang... Han Lang...

Is he actually the descendant of the barren mountain stream?

Will he deal with himself like this Taoist priest?

Thinking about it this way, Han Lang's original rhetoric was indeed full of loopholes.He said that he is a descendant of a certain celestial master's lineage. Since he is a collateral lineage, he usually has no skills, but he obviously has such a strong spiritual power.Thinking about his father, he already had such an extraordinary gifted son, and his ability would not be much worse, but he went to Anping to be a small county captain, and when Han Lang was very young, he suddenly fell into a trance without warning. Sick and died.

There are so many doubts, there are simply too many to count...

In comparison, it's his own identity that is more distressing.He Yijiu covered his forehead. It would be best if Han Lang didn't find out. If he found out, he really wasn't sure.That man was originally a self-proclaimed righteous little fool, he was dumbfounded, didn't he just like him at the beginning, never thought that there would be a day when he would shoot himself in the foot with a rock...

Even though He Yijiu hadn't done anything particularly outrageous in the past few decades, he had been living a carefree life, sensual and sensual, and the world was his friend, and he had long since lived as an unconstrained wanderer, forgetting his original identity. clean and dry.But if you get to the bottom of it, let alone a few monks and priests, even if Han Lang stood in front of him and said that he wanted to eliminate harm for the people, it would not be considered wronged.

Can he bet?

Bet on Han Lang's affection for him.

Bet on his weight in Han Lang's heart.

He Yijiu paused for a moment, then suddenly laughed, with a relaxed smile.He stood up as if nothing had happened, and brushed the grass clippings from his hair.The robe I wore during the day has long since disappeared, and only a few rags of my trousers are still hanging on my body.However, the jade pendant was still hanging on the side of the precarious belt. It seemed that even in that situation, he still remembered to retrieve the jade pendant.

He held the jade pendant and inspected it carefully, his fingertips brushed over every line, and the expression on his face gradually softened.Forget it, just take a gamble, how many times can you have such a gamble in your life?He Yijiu has always only cared about having fun, and it's not like he hasn't experienced the days of muddling along. Besides, it's not always clear who will win and who will lose.

Thinking of this, he smiled more easily, and returned to his carefree nature.It's just that at this moment, he wants to see Han Lang very, very much in his heart. He obviously only sees him for a day, as if he has been away for three or five years, and he really wants to see him.Although I have never been to this place before, but I can generally come out, it should be the bottom of the valley at the foot of the mountain.It's just that I don't know if Han Lang will leave here, whether he will go up the mountain to search, or go home directly?

He decided to go home and wait.

The night breeze was slightly cool, and a few thin clouds blew from the sky, making the moonlight as hazy as a light gauze curtain.The summer insects in the grass were busy making noise, their voices were high and low.He Yijiu walked quickly towards Anping Town, and suddenly felt a dull pain in his neck on the way, and when he touched it, the pain became worse.He found a water source and took a closer look. It turned out that Shen Minggui used a spell to burn the scar, the size of a finger, and it was completely charred.

That bastard... He Yijiu secretly cursed, if he can still be caught, he will pay in blood.

It was his luck that he met A Bao and his party who were anxiously looking for him on the road. He Yijiu hurriedly asked about Han Lang's whereabouts. The whole person seems to be a little absent-minded. "I told the boss that Mr. He came out to look for you, so the boss told us to stay here and wait for Mr. He. He has something to do, so he has to go back to Anping first."

"Actually, Mr. Han's move is a bit unreasonable," a policeman who has a better relationship with He Yijiu murmured, "Master He and we took so much trouble to find him, but he hurried home without explaining anything. What is this..."

He Yijiu didn't like it too much, but Han Lang still remembered himself more or less, at least he knew how to keep someone waiting for him, so the situation wasn't too serious. "Now that the man has been found, let's go back to the city quickly." He said to Abao, took the reins from them directly, got on the horse, and rode Juechen to the front.

"Hey, Master He, take it easy!" Ah Bao and the rest hurriedly followed.But He Yijiu ran very fast, the whip swung quickly, and his whole body was almost thrown off the horse's back.Ah Bao and the others chased after him for a while, but gradually lost track of him, so he could only shout from behind, "Master He! Remember to remind the boss, you have to go to the yamen tomorrow--"

He Yijiu let out an "Hey", Ah Bao was still shouting something, but he could no longer hear clearly.

When we got back to Anping, the horses were almost exhausted, and the sky had already turned gray.He Yijiu returned the horse back to the station, and he would inevitably be scolded. He really didn't have time to deal with it, so he just took out his money bag and threw it on the table, and walked away.At this moment, the street was sparsely populated with people rushing to the morning market. He trotted all the way towards his home, but Aunt Zhao stopped by the street corner, who was setting up a stall, and insisted on asking him where Han Lang had been recently.

He Yijiu has lived here for a few months, and the neighbors in the neighborhood know him well, although they are not as warm as they are to Han Lang, they are polite.It's just that the uncle and sister-in-law's gossip was really annoying sometimes, but it happened to get entangled at this critical moment. He Yijiu could only deal with it casually, and was about to leave when Aunt Zhao stopped him.

"My steamed buns are just out of the cage, filled with bamboo shoots. It's the first time I've made them. You can take them to Mr. Han to taste something new," he said, glancing at him again, and shouted, "Hey—why are your hands so dirty? , go wash it!"

He Yijiu didn't have time to chat with her, so he grabbed the buns and ran away, and disappeared at the intersection in the blink of an eye.Aunt Zhao blinked her eyes dumbfounded, and finally sighed helplessly: "Really, young man, he doesn't have any upbringing."

"Alang--"

He Yijiu pushed open the door and hurried inside.No one answered, he thought that Han Lang was not there, but found Han Lang who was digging through things in the place where the sundries were piled up.The latter hesitated for a while before raising his head, and absently said to him: "Ah, you are back."

He Yijiu saw that there were two dark circles on his face, his eyes were bloodshot, and there were still a few dead leaves hanging on his body. He must have not closed his eyes all day and night after returning from the villa.But now Han Lang lowered his head to rummage again, and it can be seen that the reason why he didn't close his eyes was definitely not to wait for him.He Yijiu felt an astringent feeling in his heart, and hurriedly said, "How are you, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Han Lang replied, without even raising his eyelids, he focused on moving a stack of books to his feet, and then picked them up to read one by one.He Yijiu's heart became even more confused. He was not such a calculating person before, but now he has a very guilty conscience, as long as it is Han Lang's big or small actions, he can make waves in his heart.

"What are you looking for?" He Yijiu asked with a smile as much as possible.

"It's something my father left behind," Han Lang finally said a long sentence, and then pushed He Yijiu's right leg with his elbow, "Let's go, I'll take something."

He Yijiu could only step aside dully, seeing Han Lang continue to work without raising his head, completely treating himself as air, he was in a state of confusion: What does this mean?Did Han Lang know?This is going to sweep yourself out?Or was it because I kept hiding it from him and lost my temper?He seldom saw Han Lang angry. Han Lang's personality was similar to his. When he got angry, he would at most curse people, throw things, and fight, and he never kept silent.But that doesn't necessarily mean he's really angry, maybe the current state of ignoring others is what he really looks like when he's angry.

The two have known each other for more than half a year. Although they have the same heart, they still know very little about each other, and there are many secrets that are twisted and twisted.Thinking about it this way, He Yijiu's heart became even more uncertain. This kind of relationship that only relies on passion is getting better and dissipating quickly. Could it be that this is coming to an end?

No, I must be thinking about it myself.

He Yijiu gradually withdrew the smile on his face, and the atmosphere became tense.But Han Lang still didn't respond, He Yijiu coughed dryly when he saw this, and said directly: "If such a big thing happened, you don't have anything to say to me?"

Han Lang stopped his movements when he heard the words, and sighed: "I'll tell you later, I'm now... well, I'm a little confused, why don't you just stand here and go out and wait for me for a while?"

He Yijiu could only walk out with a bitter face, and moved slowly into the patio.To be honest, he felt aggrieved, and when he thought about how much he had suffered to find Han Lang, he felt resentment in his heart.But it's not that he doesn't understand Han Lang's approach. Who doesn't want to be annoyed?What's more, the tone of Han Lang's words just now contained such a trace of pitiful apology. Generally, Han Lang seldom talks to himself in this tone. As soon as this voice came out, He Yijiu's heart softened instantly. up?

Alas, he just can't stand this.

He Yijiu kicked the bottom of the wall with a bored expression, and the limestone on the bottom of the wall was kicked off, leaving a small piece black.At this time, the sun was rising gradually, and the warm sunlight slanted in from the sky, shining brightly in the courtyard.He Yijiu remembered that he brought back a few steamed buns just now, and they must have been cold after leaving them for so long, so he went to fetch the steamed stuffed buns and warmed them up in the kitchen.At this time, he saw the millet he had just bought by the stove again, and thought that the biggest taboo of Han Lang's old problem was the impermanence of his diet.

When Han Lang came out, he happened to see He Yijiu putting breakfast on the table. The sunshine outside was pleasing to the eye, and the aroma of the food in the room dilutes his originally depressed mood a little.But the look on He Yijiu's face did not completely calm down. When he saw Han Lang coming, he picked up his chopsticks and pointed at the table, beckoning, "Sit."

Han Lang sat down obediently.

No one spoke at the dinner table, and the weird atmosphere permeated again.Han Lang was preoccupied, and He Yijiu remained silent until the meal was over. He Yijiu put down the bowls and chopsticks first, but didn't get up to clean up. The porridge was in my mouth for a long time and I didn't swallow it.

"Don't say anything?" He Yijiu said calmly.

Han Lang finished his last mouthful of porridge and put down the bowl and chopsticks, but he didn't say anything for a long time.

With a glimmer of hope, He Yijiu tentatively asked, "Did you know?"

Han Lang remained silent.

He Yijiu sighed and stood up: "Okay, I'll pack up and leave later."