Bamboo horse, bamboo horse, cheating and fraud

I went up the mountain overnight to find a plum tree, and buried Ji Tan under it.

After finishing everything, it was already dawn, and when he raised his head, it seemed to be Xiaoshun's crooked smiling eyes again: "Zifang, what do you think is the best way to die?"

At that time, I didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, I just blinked dumbly: "Of course I'm old and dead."

The boy on the rock raised his hand and threw the most beautiful plum blossom at me. After seeing that I caught it firmly, he continued the topic just now.

He smiled softly and said, "Forget it, it doesn't matter how I die, I just hope that I can be buried under a plum tree after death. My hands and feet are destined not to be clean in this life, and I don't know if the underworld will tolerate me after I die. If there is nowhere to go, at least this whole tree of plum blossoms is enough for me to be romantic for several decades."

I didn't return all night, and when I got back, Yun Rong had already been waiting at the door for an unknown amount of time.

Seeing me coming back, he already guessed most of it, but in the end he just rubbed my head lightly, and then went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

I stood there for a long time, and suddenly branches sprang up in my heart, and a strong desire began to grow crazily in my heart.

I walked into the kitchen quickly and saw him carefully cutting a section of white radish.

Hearing the movement, he said without turning his head: "Everyone says 'eat radish in winter and ginger in summer'. It's getting cold recently, and you're not feeling well yet. Drink more radish soup later."

I didn't answer him, but quickly rushed behind him and hugged him from behind: "Yun Rong, let's go home!"

He froze for a moment, and slowly put the knife in his hand aside.

"Good," he said.

I remember when I left my hometown more than ten years ago, I was only half a child.With nowhere to go, I survived the entire harsh winter with only a single piece of clothing that was blazing in July.

At that time, I stepped out of the basin in the mountains for the first time and stood on the top of the mountain looking into the distance.Feather-like heavy snow fell from the sky one after another, scraping on the face like blades cutting bones and blood...

Thinking about it now, it is true that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers!

After tying up his horse, Yun Sui turned around and asked me, "What are you thinking?"

I shook my head and looked up at the heavy snow in the sky: "It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered that it was snowing like this when I left home ten years ago."

He walked up to me and took two snowflakes: "You suffered a lot during my absence."

I looked at him: "Compared to what you have experienced, it's nothing!"

He stopped talking, opened his backpack and handed me his saliva: "Drink, we have to rest for a while and have to hurry."

I nodded, but suddenly caught a glimpse of something else in his luggage.

I felt curious, so I asked, "Is that...'Closed Moon'?"

His expression suddenly became a little cramped, and he nodded: "Yes, I have nothing to do in the past five years, and I finished it a long time ago."

I was speechless: "This is the most famous fan in the world, Daxia Yun, why don't you let me open my eyes?"

He faltered and said: "This..."

I wondered: "Why are you so stingy, or...there is poison on it?"

His expression was quite awkward: "Poison...not really, but..."

While talking, I couldn't help but snatch his bag and took out the unparalleled "closed moon fan".

But when I saw the fan, my scalp suddenly exploded with a "buzz"—the fan bones were engraved with densely packed small characters, I suppressed the discomfort in my heart, and when I took a closer look, it turned out that it was all my name.

I threw the fan back to him, and cursed: "I'm going to brother, why is my name all on it, it's so frightening! You don't want to just prostitution in front of my name every day!"

He froze for a moment, then suddenly blushed and yelled at me angrily: "You...you really don't know what to do!"

I can't remember how long it's been since I've seen him look shy, but I didn't expect to bump into him today!

I was quite amused, turned around and climbed onto his arm: "Brother Yun, Brother Yun, don't be annoyed, I'm just talking!"

He stretched out his hand and brushed off my arm: "You are really a good-looking person who is so cheap."

I immediately retracted my dandyish posture, sat upright and said, "Alright, alright, then why did you engrave my name on the fan?"

He hesitated to speak: "Forget it, I don't want to talk to you."

I muttered dissatisfiedly: "Hey, there is no such thing as you, it's so appetizing!"

He hesitated for a while, before he said awkwardly: "I thought you couldn't sleep at night, so I just carved a stroke on it, and I carved so much before I knew it..."

Now it was my turn to burn my face.

I casually ate a few mouthfuls of dry food to fill my stomach, and I said arrogantly: "Yun Sui, go and lead the horse after you have rested!"

He said "OK, OK, my ancestor" and turned around and sank into the forest.

I looked around, took out his fan and put it in my arms and ran towards the forest.

After running about 20 meters, I proudly took out the fan.

The fan bones made of tempered black iron are icy cold to the bone, glowing dazzlingly in the sunlight.I gently stroked the uneven handwriting on it, and my heart was filled with waves.

One……

Xu Zifang.

Seventeen strokes constitute a beautiful name.

two……

three...

My palms are gradually sweating.

23...

24...

In the distance, Yun Rong's slightly anxious cry was faintly heard.

My hands trembled, and I hid deep in the woods while counting.

56...

57...

The cloud is getting closer and closer.

The soles of my feet are sycamore leaves that have fallen in late autumn, and I no longer dare to move an inch.I just need to move one step, and with Yunxuan's skill, finding me is as easy as pie!

73...

74...

My hands are shaking.

"Xu Zifang, where are you, answer me?"

Yun Sui is getting closer and closer, I can almost hear his breathing.

one hundred……

One hundred and one……

"Zi Fang, where are you?" His voice trembled.

I looked at the last few names, they just lay quietly on the handle of the fan, and they would never disappear.

One hundred and three……

one hundred and four……

One hundred and four names and five strokes...

A total of 770 three strokes...

From the day when he was rescued by Xiao Luo from the execution ground and put under house arrest in the deep courtyard, to half a month ago when he unexpectedly broke into my life again and pulled me back from the gate of hell, there was a total of 770 days in between.

I can't remember wrongly, in those 770 days, I didn't have a day that I didn't live like a year, thinking like crazy...

"Zi Fang... where are you... I can't lose you again..." His voice was full of exhaustion.

I slowly walked out from behind the old tree.

When he saw me, he let out a long sigh of relief, and hugged me into his arms: "Don't scare me anymore, I can't imagine that I will lose you..."

And I was in tears.