Raiders infatuated beauty

nine

"Aren't you asleep?"

Su Jianshen moved to the side.

"Who said I fell asleep." Young Master Huai half sat up and said, "It's just for rest."

Su Jianshen said: "It's still a while before dawn, if the second son is sleepy, go to bed first, I'll be watching from the left and right."

Young Master Huai did not reply to his words, but just glanced at him sideways, and saw that his eyes were looking up at the sky, blinking and blinking, an indestructible power was buried in those eyes in the darkness, he was a real young man, for On the road ahead, even though he is well aware of the dangers, he still moves forward with hope and courage.

"What are you thinking about?"

Su Jianshen looked up at the starry sky and replied silently: "I was wondering if these people stole the stone statue, do they really want to break the seal? But the stone statue has been sealed for thousands of years, do they really have a way to break the seal?"

Young Master Huai said: "It's hard to say whether there is a way, but if the stone statue is in their hands for one more day, it will be more dangerous."

Su Jianshen nodded slightly, "I really want to find the person behind the scenes as soon as possible, but it's a pity that tonight's night is too long."

The flowing clouds dissipated slowly, and the starlight was reflected in the eyes of the young master who was looking up. His eyes seemed to be flickering, and the blinking was only for a moment.

He pondered for a while, "Tonight is indeed a bit long, you are sleepy"

Su Jianshen shook his head, and said with a smile: "Second Young Master, don't always care about others, I see you, you always forget yourself."

"You are not someone else." Young Master Huai gently pulled one of his sleeves, he tilted his body, and his head unexpectedly rested on Young Master Huai's shoulder, and he heard Young Master Huai say, "I have to leave here tomorrow, so I won't be on the way." There are other plans, go to bed early, and keep your spirits up, I will watch over for you."

Su Jianshen was a little taken aback. Although life and death were not in danger at this moment, it was not safe either. He didn't know where it was. It was impossible for those people in the inn to appear again. How could he be in the mood to sleep?

He was about to get up, but was comforted by Young Master Huai on his shoulder: "With me here, others can't hurt you, go to sleep."

Su Jianshen didn't know what to do, but suddenly remembered what the people in the sect said, and said sincerely: "So the rumors are true."

"What rumor?"

Su Jianshen tilted his head, looked at the moon, felt that the moon was much brighter than before, and also a lot gentler: "It is rumored that you are a good person."

Young Master Huai smiled: "What do you think?"

Su Jianshen said, "I think so too."

In the dark and cold night, besides the warmth of the moonlight in the sky, Su Jianshen also knew that a person's shoulders could also be so warm.

He didn't know how he fell asleep, he just chatted with Young Master Huai about some trivial matters, and gradually felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and he lost consciousness.

It was strange to say that this place was dark and strange, he should have been focused on watching the dawn, but he was able to fall asleep without worrying.

This sleep, but had a dream.

In the dream, I remembered an old event from the early years.

Ten years ago, when he was eight years old, he went to Gongzi's house with his master to pay homage to Gongzi Chen, the head of the Gongzi's family who died of persecution by demons.

On that day, there were so many worshippers, he went in with his master, but somehow they dispersed.

It was the first time he entered the son's house, the corridors, small pavilions, artificial mangosteen forests, twists and turns, he got lost, and he didn't know which remote place he went to, when someone behind him suddenly asked: "Who are you?"

He turned his head and saw that it was Young Master Huai.

He had met him many years ago.

At that time, his temperament had not yet been tempered by the wise master, and he still had the audacity and frivolity of a young man. His face was still childish, and a half-height man raised his head and said triumphantly: "If I say it, I'm afraid I will scare you to death." !"

Young Master Huai had just met his relatives passed away, he was as cold as ice and did not talk to him.

Seeing that the young man didn't answer his words, Su Jianshen felt ashamed, raised his head and replied: "I am a wise fairy from Zuo Wangzong, and today I came to the son's mansion with my master Xianming to pay homage to the master of the son's family."

He looked at him coldly, "Since it's a sacrifice, what are you doing here?"

Su Jianshen stammered, "I, I...why should I tell you..."

Perhaps because he didn't like to talk too much with him, Young Master Huai stopped talking to him.

Su Jian was deeply curious, so she walked over and saw that he was carving a piece of wood.

It's just that the carving was too clumsy, he looked at it for a long time, and couldn't help but said: "What do you carve like a dog, or a...bear?"

Young Master Huai: "..."

"This is man..."

Su Jianshen laughed loudly: "How do you look like a human being? I'm afraid it's not the first time I've seen you? The carving is so poor that it can't even match half a finger of my second senior brother. If you are willing to beg me today , I will forcefully teach you."

Su Jianshen waited for a long time, but he didn't see him talking. He craned his neck to take a look, only to find that the boy was still thinking about his piece of wood that was neither human nor dog, and he didn't pay any attention to him at all.

Su Jianshen jumped in front of him, blushing with anger, but he was anxious to go back, so he put down his face, but still had a stubborn face: "If you don't refuse to ask, then that's fine, as long as you can lead me to find me Master, I can teach you too."

……

The carving knife was turned and polished in his hand, and Young Master Huai heard him say with some pride: "My sculptor was taught by my elder brother. The elder brother said that although carving requires skill in hand, the most important thing is a heart." , I don’t think you can, I’ll carve one for you, and when you know it, you can carve another one yourself, by the way, who did you make this thing for?”

"My brother."

Su Jianshen puffed up his cheeks and blew away the sawdust attached to his hands, and asked casually, "Oh, how old is he?"

"died."

Su Jianshen paused, he looked up at Young Master's arms, and saw that his expression was calm, but his face was as frosty.

Su Jianshen didn't ask any more questions, even though he couldn't guess with his age and knowledge at that time, what the young master was thinking about at the moment.

But he knows what it's like to lose a loved one. Although he has never seen his parents with his own eyes, he knows how he feels when he is questioned about the life and death of his loved ones.

Heart will be stuffy, can't eat and don't want to play around, in short, it's not something worth talking about.

Su Jian looked deeply at Young Master Huai, and because he felt the same way, he raised his hand to comfort the young man who was suffering from the same disease.

His hands hadn't grown yet, they were immature and short, gently stroking the young master's head, slowly, again and again, with a childish voice, coaxing: "Don't be sad... don't be sad..."

Young Master Huai's expression froze, he stared at him blankly, and let him comfort him softly and gently.

Su Jianshen bared his teeth and smiled: "Is it better?"

He thought for a while, and said a little indignantly: "Every time I fight with Qin Yu, he can't beat me. He always likes to joke that I have no father or mother. I can't beat him. That's how the second senior brother comforted me. It's useful The second senior brother said that people are bound to die in this world, so you should live well while you are alive. If you are sad, your relatives must be sad too."

All day, he and he stayed in that secluded garden.

At that time, the night was quiet, the flowers were beautiful, and the moon was full. Su Jianshen taught him how to carve, and he listened carefully, every stroke, accompanied by the tuberose blooming in the moonlit night, giving birth to a different kind of intoxicating fragrance.

When Master Xianming came to find someone, Su Jianshen left in a panic, and the two made an appointment to meet here the next day.

Unexpectedly, after going back, Su Jianshen would be deeply admonished by the sages, and he would retreat for a month to grind his temper. Forget about it.

But never thought that someone would remember him for ten years.

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