Song of Less Danger

In the middle of winter, snow covered the eaves and piled up a thick layer.

The room was pitch black, and with a sound of "crack!", the long whip lashed hard at the flesh.The boy kneeling on the ground was only sixteen or seventeen years old, his head was lowered and his teeth were clenched, without saying a word.

"I've been blind all my kung fu, and I can't even kill people."

Nie Yinju stood condescendingly in front of the boy: "Why did you let him go?"

The boy was breathing heavily, and his nostrils were full of blood.He was silent for a long time, then said hoarsely: "...his daughter... is seven years old."

The long whip pierced the air, tearing the boy's back to pieces. Finally, the boy couldn't hold back his blood and fell forward.Nie Yin grabbed his hair and brought him in front of him, saying to the young man word by word: "My dear brother, you were only four years old when Xiao Baimei killed your father in front of you."

The boy suddenly clenched his fists.

"waste!"

The long whip was raised again, and the next moment a male voice sounded in the darkness: "Okay."

A man rose from his seat and stepped out of the shadows.The man is tall and tall, with slender limbs, his face hidden in the darkness, wrapped in a long gray and white cloak, and a strange colorful mask is hung on his waist. The mask face has a long nose with staring eyes, and the corners of his mouth are exaggerated to his cheeks. The pattern is black and red, which looks like a Eerie laughing grimace.

The man walked up to the young man, "It's always a good thing to have a kind heart."

"However, since the knife is out of the sheath, there is no reason to take it back without seeing blood." The man's voice changed, "It is most taboo to be hesitant to kill. If you cut off your head and still have bones, it is also a humiliation to your knife."

The young man stared at the ground, the blood from the corner of his mouth flowed down his throat, soaking his clothes into a mess, and he was ashamed like a bereaved dog.

He took out a simple and heavy long knife from the boy's waist, played it around in his hand, and suddenly changed the topic, "I heard that the whereabouts of the Zheng family child have been found?"

It was Nie Yin who asked this question, and Nie Yin answered, "Qingshan Town, Mianzhou."

"Since we've found someone, let's call him."

Nie Yin's face was cold and grim, "This kid is too incompetent."

"It's too good to be able to do this." The man said, "The dogs raised by Xiao Baimei have too sharp noses, and they can't escape their eyes. The time has come, Wei'er, you know what to do."

Nie Shaowei opened his dry and pale lips, his throat hoarse: "Yes."

The man threw the knife to Nie Yin, turned and left.Nie Yin cast a disgusted glance at his younger brother, took out a paper bag from his sleeve, shook it open, pinched Nie Shaowei's neck and forced the powder into his mouth.Nie Shaowei immediately coughed and vomited blood.

Soon, his limbs were paralyzed and his throat was choked.He gasped and fell to the ground convulsing and convulsing, his eyes went black and then bright, as if death was close at hand.His bruised fingers desperately grasped the bloodstains on the ground, and his consciousness fell into the darkness of dying.

Nie Yin watched this scene indifferently, raised the knife, and pressed the tip of the knife against Nie Shaowei's abdomen.

"Nie Shaowei, remember who killed your parents."

The sharp blade sank into the flesh and blood splashed all over the ground.

Qingshan Town, Mianzhou, Bashu.

There was only a drizzle in the town yesterday, and water droplets fell from the eaves, hitting the overgrown grass blades by the corner of the window below the window, making a soft patter.

It is getting colder every day.There was a light cough in the room, and after a slight caress, Zheng Liaoge sat up from the bed.

There was no one in the room, except for the sound of raindrops on the leaves.Zheng Laoge got out of bed and came to the table.

On the table was a cold breakfast, a pack of medicine, and a note under the medicine pack.

"Buy, return before sunset.

玄”

Zheng Laoge read the note and sat at the table to eat breakfast.After eating, he unpacked the medicine and took it to the backyard, lit the medicine stove set up by the wall, rolled up his sleeves to reveal his fair and thin wrist, poured the ground medicine into the medicine jar, and boiled it in water.The bitter medicinal fragrance gradually rose. Zheng Liaoge set up a small bamboo stool and sat in front of the medicine jar, slowly fanning the fire with a small fan.

After the medicine was boiled, Zheng Liaoge brought the medicine pot to the back room with a cloth on it, and sat at the table to drink the medicine.

After drinking the medicine and clearing the table, he went back to his room and changed into the clothes he was going out, packed some meat and fruit with a bag of cloth, and went out.

This place is halfway up the mountain, surrounded by dense trees and streams, and it takes more than an hour to walk from the small town at the foot of the mountain.Looking around, he was the only family within a radius of ten miles.

Zheng Laoge walked into the woods along the forest path, and walked downhill to the creek. There was no one around. He looked around and called softly, "Puppy?"

There is often a little native dog wandering around nearby. Zheng Laoge bumped into it by accident once, and then occasionally brought it some food.The dog also recognized him, and every time he called, he would come out of the grass to have fun with his tail flicking in a short while.

However, today Zheng Laoge called twice, but the puppy hadn't come yet.He looked around, and suddenly heard a familiar dog barking in the distance, which sounded strangely urgent, so he followed the sound and walked over.

He walked along the creek, pushed aside the branches of the shrubs in front of him, and saw a small dog barking on the gravel beach downhill at a glance, and a person was lying by the stream.

Zheng Laoge was taken aback, and hurriedly went to look carefully.Seeing him coming, the puppy immediately stopped barking and ran to his feet wagging its tail.Zheng Laoge approached the man and found that the man was covered in blood, which stained the stream red.

Taking a closer look at the face, it turned out to be a boy.

Zheng Liaoge knelt down to feel his pulse, luckily he was not dead and still had a faint breath.However, he was poisoned in his body, his face was pale, and he didn't respond.

Zheng Laoge immediately undressed him, and saw a deep incision in his abdomen, with flesh and blood turned out at the edge, which was very terrifying.

Not having anything available at hand, Zheng Liaoge untied the coat and the inner belt, folded one up and placed it on the wound, and wrapped the other over it and wrapped it around the boy's abdomen, trying to block the bleeding first.Then he took off his thick cotton robe and wrapped it around the boy's icy body with great effort.After doing this, I straightened up and sneezed.

"It's...so cold." Zheng Liaoge was shivering from the cold, clutching his loose skirt, stood up, turned around and ran back.

There are few people in the mountains all year round, and it is even more silent in cold weather.Zheng Laoge was not afraid of being seen with disheveled clothes, but it was too cold, and the wind made his cheeks flush, and his nose was almost runny.

Panting all the way home, he trotted home, randomly found another cloak to put on, dug out herbs, wine, gauze, needles and threads from the medicine cabinet, wrapped them in a cloth bag, and ran out the door with them.

He was weak and exhausted from running, and when he returned to the stream, the boy was still lying motionless on the spot, wrapped in his cotton robe.The puppy next to him was still wagging his tail and eating the food he left behind.

Zheng Laoge sat down on his knees, shielded himself from the cold wind with his body, chewed up the black fern mixed with licorice, hugged the young man's shoulders and fed him with water. After feeding, he began to treat the wound.

He washed the abdominal wound with wine, pulled out the silk thread to thread the needle, and his fingers trembled slightly.It was too cold, and he was nervous again, but if he didn't sew stitches, he would die immediately, and he would survive if he sewed it up.Zheng Laoge had no choice but to grit his teeth and give it a try.

"Blessed by Divine Doctor Meng." Zheng Liaoge muttered to himself, rubbed his cold hands to warm them up, and picked up the silver needle.As soon as the needle tip touched the boy's abdominal wound, the boy who had been unresponsive all this time suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed Zheng Laoge's wrist for a moment.

The needle fell into the crevice of the stone, Zheng Laoge trembled with fright, and turned his head to see a pair of dark eyes staring at him.Immediately after he loosened his grip, the boy began to cough violently, coughing up dark blood all over the front of his lapel.

"Don't move around!" Singer Zheng Liao hurriedly pressed down on the person, the boy didn't know where the strength came from, but he couldn't hold it down, Zheng Liaoge hurriedly held his hand, and kept comforting him, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

I don't know if it was because of Zheng Laoge's gentle voice, or because of exhaustion of strength, the young man gradually calmed down, and his vision became loose again.Zheng Liaoge swallowed, held the boy's face and said to him seriously: "I'm going to give you stitches, so don't move around, okay?"

His voice was soft and clear. He took off his cloak and wrapped it around his legs. He only wore a purple cotton robe. His long soft hair fell down and was blown up by the cold wind. The temperature of his fingertips was as cold as a handful of snow.

His figure was reflected in the boy's pupils, which finally closed.

Zheng Laoge struggled to find the needle from the crack in the stone, and reapplied Huarushi powder.There was a circle of red marks on his wrist, which hurt a little, but he held his breath and calmly began to sew.

After half a stick of incense, Zheng Liaoge cut the silk thread, cleaned the blood-stained wound and applied gold sore medicine, wrapped the boy in a cotton robe again, and then went to the stream to wash his hands.The stream was icy cold, but he was so cold that he couldn't feel it. After washing the dirt off his hands, he packed up his things and returned to the boy.

He was already cold and tired, looking worriedly at the unconscious young man.This man looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, but his body was slender but his muscles were very strong. He was tall and had long legs, so he couldn't even drag him.Fortunately, the mountains were densely forested and the wind was not strong. Zheng Laoge thought about it, so he could only watch him temporarily, and wait for Xuanwu to come back in the evening before thinking of a solution.

Zheng Laoge brought hay and cotton clothes home, and ran back and forth twice, struggling to put the hay under the boy's body, and wrapped him in an extra layer of cotton clothes.After such a toss, people are already so tired that they are about to fall apart.

"You must not die." Zheng Liaoge said to himself to the young man, "Otherwise it would be in vain for me to work so hard to save you."

Wrapped in a cloak, he sat on the hay and ate dry food. From time to time, he touched the boy's forehead and felt his pulse.The puppy was walking around beside him, eating the meat strips he handed over.

The sun came out in the afternoon, and the place where the sun shines is slightly warmer.Zheng Laoge squatted by the stream to fetch some water, wiped the boy's face and neck clean with gauze, and brushed the dirty black hair aside, only then did he notice that the boy's face was very handsome, with sharp black eyebrows raised, The bridge of the nose is high and straight, the lips are tightly pursed and thin, and the facial features are naturally cold.

Zheng Laoge held up his hand and looked at it, the palm was indeed like Xuanwu's hand, wide and strong, with a thick callus of a martial arts practitioner.There are old wounds on the body, but there are no weapons in the waist, cuffs and shoes.Zheng Laage searched around, but couldn't find any swords or daggers.

Fortunately, the young man was upbeat, and he was given antidote several times by Zheng Liaoge's dead horse as a living horse doctor, and covered him with two thick robes. After more than an hour, his body slowly recovered, and his forehead Also sweating.Seeing this scene, Zheng Liaoge was a little surprised to feel his pulse, and found that the young man's pulse gradually became stable, and his breath was no longer as weak as it was at the beginning.

It was really saved.

Zheng Laoge felt a strange feeling.The young man had never known him before, but he tried his best to pull him back from the gate of hell, and the two of them had a life-threatening connection as soon as they met.

Except for Xuanwu and Master, he hadn't seen a strange face for a long time.

"Little Master."

A clear female voice sounded.Zheng Laoge was pouring water into the bamboo tube by the stream, when he heard the words, he turned his head and laughed: "Xuanwu, it's so early today."

Xuanwu wore a moon white thick cloth coat, a cotton robe, and a long sword in his hand. He was petite, with black hair tied into a ponytail, a pair of round, light brown eyes as sharp as a cat, and a face as small as jasper. But it is prominent and powerful, with a hint of vigor.

She walked over with her sword in hand, and charged at the boy lying on the ground.Zheng Laoge fetched water and followed him, saying, "He was poisoned and injured, and he never woke up. I gave him antidote and stitched up the wound."

Xuanwu knelt down on one knee to observe for a while, then nodded, "I can live."

"I don't know how such a young person can be hurt like this."

"Maybe I met bandits."

"How could bandits poison? Maybe it's the enemy."

Xuan Wu nodded again: "Young master is right."

Once Xuanwu came, things became much easier.The two moved the boy back to the wooden house together, Xuanwu went to the mountains to look for ginseng, Zheng Laoge brought hot water to wipe the boy clean, covered him with a quilt, and took the meat and rice bought by Xuanwu to the kitchen to make dinner.

During the meal, Zheng Liaoge asked Xuanwu: "When will he wake up?"

Xuanwu replied: "The internal strength is abundant, and I can wake up within three days."

"His clothes are soaked, go down the mountain tomorrow and buy two cotton coats."

Xuan Wu came down and said: "Young Master can keep him if you want, but if he dares to bully Young Master after he wakes up, I will beat him."

"I saved him, how could he bully me."

In winter nights, it gets dark early.The two ate at the same table, Xuanwu picked up the bowls and chopsticks to wash, Zheng Liaoge took a small lamp and went to the medicine cabinet, took out a few clove buds, smashed them in a bowl and poured them into the incense burner, burning.

He held the incense burner and put it on the boy's bedside, lit the oil lamp beside the bed, lit the stove, and light and warmth rose in the cold and dark cabin.

Zheng Laoge left the room, Xuanwu was waiting at the door.Seeing him come out, he said, "I'll keep watch at night, young master can go to sleep at ease."

Zheng Laoge nodded, walked forward a few steps, but couldn't help turning around and asking, "Does Master have a letter?"

"No."

He showed a bit disappointed expression, said "OK", then walked back silently with his sleeves in his hands.Seeing his expression, Xuanwu followed him step by step.

Zheng Laoge turned around and saw that the person was still following him, "Isn't it a night watch?"

Xuan Wu replied honestly: "I'm afraid that the young master will be alone."

Zheng Laoge was taken aback, a little embarrassed, "Speaking like a child."

"The young master still shed tears before."

"It all happened when I was a few years old." Zheng Liaoge almost blushed, and hurriedly stopped her.

Xuanwu said that when he was ten years old, once his master went out for half a month, Xuanwu went down the mountain to buy while he was still asleep, and when he came back, he saw the young master hugging the quilt and crying at the corner of the bed, so scared that she threw it away. I went up to coax the thing in my hand, and asked why I was crying for a long time. It turned out that I was alone and scared, thinking that I didn't want him anymore.

Later, the master made fun of him for many years, but every time he went out, he got into the habit of sending a message back.

Zheng Laoge drove Xuanwu to see someone, and went back to the room alone to rest.Xuanwu had built a stove for him early on, and the room was very warm.

It was very cold at night, Zheng Liaoge lit the lamp and read a book at the table for a while, but still felt cold.He was very busy during the day, and he felt sleepy early, so he took off his coat and got under the quilt to lie down.

In the corner of the bed lay a small cloth tiger.The old design and color, the end of the thread is worn up.Zheng Laoge nestled on the bed, held up the cloth tiger and stared at it, then hugged it into his arms and stroked it gently.

There is always a familiar, home-like smell on cloth tigers.

"Brother, would you like to buy this little tiger?"

"Okay. What else do you want?"

"I still want... I want my brother to stay with me for a few more days!"

The warm touch seemed to caress his forehead through the void of years, causing a dull pain in the apex of his heart.Zheng Laoge closed his eyes and took a deep breath, shaking off the memories that suddenly surged in his mind.

Memories have no comfort for him, except to remind him of the departure of his loved ones again and again, giving him loneliness, coldness and disappointment.

It just makes him feel that the rest of his life is long and will never see the light.

The author says:

This article mainly talks about the little cute brother, Xiaoxue and Xiaoshen will appear later as the force ceiling of the full text (not)

In short, both pairs will be HE~