[Shooting Eagle] East Evil Chasing Love

Extending forward on the side of the grass is a somewhat steep hillside, and along the hillside there are some traces of swaying grass and trees, which were obviously crushed by the man when he rolled down.

Feng Heng walked over slowly, and the man who fell in the grass was wearing a loose coat, but he looked a little thin.His gray hair was exposed, and he looked old.At this time, he was already lying there motionless, whether he was unconscious or seriously injured.A bamboo handmade container was crooked beside the old man, and the roots and shoots of some plants were scattered all over the ground.Feng Heng squatted down, raised the analyzer on his wrist, and walked towards the man from head to toe.In the end, it was found that the man was just unconscious, and the only trauma on his body was probably a sprained ankle.

On the contrary, this person's physical function is extremely low, and his lungs are almost exhausted.

Feng Heng stared at the analyzer in his hand and fell into deep thought for a while.

"Young master...Young master, this can't be done, how can this be done?"

An old and hasty voice came from behind, and Lieutenant Feng, who was enjoying the fun of chopping firewood, turned around in response. He was wearing a blue-gray sackcloth, his long hair was loosely tied into a bun with a chopstick, and he fell obliquely. in the back of the head.With the movement of his turning back, the bun that was not fully gripped fell down again.I saw the old man Mei limping and running towards him in a hurry, his foot hadn't fully healed, and he was going to be accompanied by a few heart-piercing coughs.

Feng Heng put down the ax and hurriedly stepped forward to support the old man.

This old man was the old man surnamed Mei who accidentally fell to the foot of the mountain while collecting medicine. Feng Heng rescued the old man Mei, simply bandaged his ankle and waited until the old man woke up. I am naturally grateful.Feng Heng asked him why he was injured. It turned out that the mountain was called Maotou Mountain, and the old man lived in Maojia Village at the foot of the mountain.The old man's son and daughter-in-law passed away a few years ago, leaving only a 12-year-old granddaughter to depend on each other.The old man went up to the mountains to collect herbs to make a living, but it is unknown whether he accidentally fell into a coma when he was old, and if he hadn't met Feng Heng, he would have died in the wilderness.

Feng Heng saw that the old man did not feel unfamiliar and suspicious of himself who was obviously different from him and was dressed in different clothes. He also saw that it was difficult for the old man to walk alone, so he proposed to send the old man back to his home not far from the foot of the mountain.This can be regarded as walking out of this forest that is too primitive for Feng Heng.

But what he didn't know was that the world that surprised him had just begun.

"My lord, what are you doing? It's absolutely forbidden, how can I let you do such vulgar work, my lord?"

The old man Mei just breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly said:

"Young Master saved the old man, there is nothing to repay you. How can you ask Young Master to help you with these trivial chores!"

Without saying a few words, the old man was about to cough excitedly again.Feng Heng quickly straightened the old man's back, supported his arm and led the old man away from the woodshed full of sawdust and dust.

"Old man, you don't have to be so polite. I have healthy limbs and a healthy body. Why can't I work?"

Feng Heng imitated the tone of the old man and said:

"Your foot injury hasn't healed yet, you shouldn't walk around casually, the wound won't grow well, it will affect your future..."

When he said this, he paused, raised his hand to support the crooked bun, and changed his words:

"Anyway, let me help you go back to the house and rest."

Old man Mei seemed not used to this noble young man who was so kind to him, and he only heard him repeatedly repeating along the way:

"How does this work? How does this work?  …"

Feng Heng helped the old man Mei to walk slowly into the room. There was a short Kang built against the wall in the room. There was a small square table and two stools in the middle of the room, and a low wooden bed in the middle of one side. The most expensive piece of furniture in the house.Holding the kang, the old man took a deep breath and sat down slowly. As soon as he touched the kang, he shrank like a statue whose muscles and bones had been pulled away.

It has been more than ten days since Feng Heng came out of the forest to Old Man Mei's house.From the old man's descriptions and explanations, from the natural environment and the living conditions of the people here, he has already guessed what era he has come to.

This is the Song Dynasty in the Old Era, around the 12th century.At first, he always felt that he should have had a dream that was too real. In this society that was still in the primitive farming civilization, everything was strange to him from the 31st century.

He knew nothing of the ways of being in this strange age, and to some extent ignorance was a potential danger.Fortunately, he met the kind and simple old man Mei first. The old man was open and honest with him, but never asked about his life experience.He obviously had doubts about him but didn't point it out, and let him stay after knowing that he had nowhere to go, which undoubtedly helped Feng Heng a lot.

But a good person may not have a happy ending. When he scanned the old man's body with an analyzer, he found that his lungs had malignant cancer, and it was already at an advanced stage.The human body in the old era was so fragile, a small disease in an organ could take away a life; an infection or a virus could end the vigorous growth of many lives.

Feng Heng helped the old man to lie down slowly, the pain was slowly consuming the old man's remaining warmth.Just a little bit of activity seems to have exhausted the energy the old man had just accumulated.After a while, the old man fell asleep.

Feng Heng stood beside the dark kang for a long time. He couldn't accept this kind of era. Life is so easy to pass away, but no effort can save it.

Feng Heng came out of the old man's house, and the sunshine outside was just right.

The thatch that passed through the eaves fell by the door, but it was impossible to enter the house.Sometimes Feng Heng felt that the place where he used to live was like this, as if it was right in front of his eyes, and he could return to his original days just by taking a step forward.But when he took this step, he was just standing in the warm sunlight.

Feng Heng raised his head to see how the warm sun was different from that of his time, the chopsticks pinned in his hair fell down, and the long hair that had been restrained all morning was finally freed, instantly like the wind. Scattered like willows.

Sighing, Feng Heng bent down and picked up the chopsticks resignedly.

He was considering whether to change to short hair altogether. The ancients' hair-tying technique could not be accomplished overnight in three or two days, but he also knew the saying of "the body, hair and skin are affected by the parents".Originally, his body shape and appearance were somewhat different from those of the ancients. The skin of the ancients, especially the ancient men, was much darker than his, and both their body shape and bones were much thicker/stronger.These are all natural choices.Unlike their time, genes have intelligently selected the best match, and then the embryos are cultivated by childcare institutions.And he is not very familiar with the living environment here, of course, the less presence the better, short hair will definitely attract more attention and pointers.

At the moment when he was in trouble, there was the sound of "tap-tap-tap" footsteps from the side of the house. The steps were probably too small, which caused the frequency of "tap-tap" to be relatively fast, like a bucket of beans turned over and scattered on the ground the sound of.

At the corner where the main room and the side room were connected, a small head poked out from behind the pillar and looked at him.The shyness and timidity unique to girls of this age are in the dark round eyes, and she does not say anything, but looks at Feng Heng stubbornly.

Feng Heng couldn't help smiling when he saw the two neatly combed buns hidden behind the pillar. He waved to the girl and said, "Come here, Xiaomei."

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