Tired of customers

When we arrived at the destination, there was still some remnant brilliance of the sun in the sky, but the coldness in the air suddenly rose. My heart is numb.

This is the sign of nightfall for most deserts.

The sand and stones blown by the wind were extremely sharp, like a hidden weapon thrown by a master.If there is nothing to cover it, it might be a series of shallow marks on the skin.

The existence of Half Moon Bay is like the only pure land in the sand. The poplars and green willows on the edge isolate all flying sand and stones. Only the rampant wind can pass through and ravage the small oasis.

When Jingri Guming led Shi Yanwen through the sand thorns and through the green bushes, he saw several kneeling camels, some with single-humped camels carrying goods, and some with double-humped camels on saddles. There are two or three sandy yellow tents.

When Jingri Guming tied the saddle rope by the willow tree not far away, the merchants who arrived earlier nodded to them. They were wearing thick furs, with a kind smile on their vicissitudes of life, talking about the remoteness of Miaojiang. Shi Yanwen didn't know what they were talking about in the language used by the local minority celebrities, but he could faintly feel that the other party was expressing welcome, so he raised the brim of his hat and smiled in return.

Most cities or tribes in the desert live in water, so they are also named after water. The name of Half Moon Bay is naturally inseparable from the small crescent lake in it, and the place where they settled happened to be on the tip of the crescent’s tail. .

There was an off-white double-layer tent, and a pair of bundled dead wood was placed beside it, which Jingri Guming ordered to put here for many years.

"Please feel free."

Lifting the curtain, Jingri Guming walked in, heaved a long and comfortable breath, his voice was a bit sleepy, behind him was Shi Yanwen who was also tired.

Shi Yanwen hung the scimitar aside and glanced around.The tent is larger than that of ordinary businessmen, and can accommodate about six or seven adults. Several layers of thick blankets are spread inside, and three large golden nanmu boxes are lined up inside.

That's right, people like Jingri Guming are well-prepared wherever they go, but these things are placed here so generously, and they are not afraid of being stolen?

And, it was still cold.

Shi Yanwen was feeling strange, but saw that Jingri Guming sat down against the box as if he was extremely tired, his throat rolled up and down, took off the hood and sat still.

thirsty?

Shi Yanwen sat on the side, looked at his eyes that were closed due to fatigue, and looked at the swollen water sac drooping beside him. He wanted to say something but was afraid of disturbing the other party. Not long after, Shi Yanwen saw the man accosting him again. The hand on the knee is slightly loosened, although the breathing has not changed at all.

But, as expected... he fell asleep, right?

fair enough.

Shi Yanwen got up, and with a secret voice, she stepped in front of the first big box.The box was not locked, and he could open it by raising his hand, and he found some good things inside as he wished—a charcoal fire, a round stove with a square outside and a circle inside, and a whole set of tea sets.

Fortunately, some useful things, good luck.

He gently took the thing out, put it a little far away, went out to get the dead branches, and lit the charcoal fire with his internal force, then took off the water bag he was carrying, and poured the rest of the water into the In the teapot on the charcoal fire, he gently moved the stove to Jingri Guming's side.

As if that wasn't enough.

Shi Yanwen frowned and watched Jingri Guming move a slight distance to the stove. The cold air in the tent had not dissipated yet, and the stove wouldn't be able to do much for a while, and the man's body might not be able to bear it.

Shi Yanwen's face was a little helpless, and he came to the second box, and opened it while praying that there would be some useful things. Then he once again lamented the luck of the Shi family, and at the same time glanced complicatedly at a certain sleeping person. people.

"Isn't there pillows and quilts..."

Shi Yanwen picked up a quilt and put it on Jingri Guming, thought for a while and then covered another white fluffy animal fur blanket. His movements were very light, and Jingri Guming didn't seem to have any aware.

It looks really exhausting.

Under the box is a large cloak with fox fur, and several exquisite boxes with wolf patterns. The cloak is not very thick, but it can still keep you warm, but it seems to be for the owner's private use, so Shi Yanwen put it away But in the past, he only sat near the stove without resting, as if he was waiting for the water to boil, even the teacup was put away, and it was at Jingri Guming's hand.

It's just that he didn't expect that when the water boiled, he fell asleep on the side. After only a few hours of bumps, he could no longer be as energetic as before.

The sound of dead branches cracking was very soft, the sound of water was not loud, and the sound of lonely insects came from outside the tent, as if they were urging something, but the surrounding environment became more and more quiet.The merchants also entered their tents early to prepare for their respective trips tomorrow morning. The sky was gradually shrouded in darkness, the night smoke was lingering, and the gloomy clouds were barely visible.

The moon climbed to the top of the tree in the embrace of the stars, and a piece of the Milky Way seemed to fall in the lake, reflecting the light moonlight around, and reflected it into the brightly colored tent. After being messed up by the faint firelight, it disappeared in the faintly illuminated layer. in the eyes of...

The white fluff was curled by the perm, and the person lying on the carpet unconsciously approached the warmth, the hood was rubbed to the back of his head, and he was about to touch the hot stove with a palm away.

Thankfully someone moved him away.

Put the teapot on the tea tray, but the metal body of the pot accidentally burned a red mark on his hand, Jingri Guming rubbed the back of his hand, he woke up for a while, but he was too warm to move, even though there was a Cold pale man.

Silly.

Better mind your own business.

The strength is not as good as it was back then.

There is no self-awareness of retreat.

Qiao Rulai actually let him go around in peace.

"..."

It was a little stuffy in the tent.

The outermost layer of white velvet animal skin is actually under the body. It is hot at the moment reflected by the fire, but it is the fastest way to warm up. It is just right to add a layer of quilt to cover the cold body. It is indeed very comfortable.

Because the man relaxed a bit, at least his hands were not so tight.

He almost fell asleep, but he didn't expect that the person who really fell asleep was not him.

He wore a cloak, and while it might not keep out the pervasive wind, it was better than nothing.

Half Moon Bay is not big, and the scenery is very ordinary. As the only oasis on the edge of the ghost desert, it is the resident place of wandering merchants. Shakou bandits come to visit it from time to time. The surrounding vegetation has also been destroyed a lot. In 30 or [-] years, I am afraid that it will be hidden in the sand.

"The world is evil and exhausted, and everything changes with the candle."

So, don't waver...

"'The water in the mountain spring is clear, but the water in the mountain spring is turbid'," the gentle voice suddenly remembered, "Mr. can't sleep, how did you become poetic?"

Jingri Guming was stunned for a moment, and when he turned around, he saw Shi Yanwen approaching with a smile, his black hair was hanging outside, and there were still light sleep marks on his temples.

This man's eyes are so bright and clean even at night.

"Did it wake you up?" Jingri Guming smiled, "Are you awakened by the nightmare?"

"How could it be?" Shi Yanwen shook her head and chuckled, looking at the twinkling stars in the water, "It's just a dream about some old things, and I just woke up."

"The unbearable past?"

"That's not true, I just dreamed of being loyal to them..."

Jingri Guming stared at the stars in the water and waited for a long time but did not continue to answer. He couldn't help but glance sideways.

Although it is not unbearable to look back on, it can be regarded as a depression.

However, Jingri Guming didn't intend to ask more questions, just letting him stand in the cold wind like this is not a good thing, not to mention it is almost midnight, when the cold air is at its peak.

"It's cold outside," Jingri Guming turned around, took Shi Yanwen's arm and walked back, the person caught was startled, looked up at him, but heard the person say again, "a contemptible body can't bear the cold wind Destroy, let’s pay for it.”

Shi Yanwen blinked, and after being pushed down to sit down, she suddenly returned: "Ah, yes, I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing, that's all," Jingri Guming couldn't do anything about this man's polite personality, so he just pulled the stove into the two of them, and took another big cloak and the white velvet from the box behind him Passed the animal skin to him together, and kept the quilt for himself, "Do you want a drink?"

"Ha, sir, you are really well-prepared." Shi Yanwen put on a cloak unceremoniously, stared at the wine jar that Jingri Guming took out from the third box and smiled, "It's just that Yanyun is too strong to drink, and the wine that is too strong may be too strong. I won't be able to get up tomorrow."

"Strong wine burns the body, and the cold and hot ones flush the spleen and stomach, and hurt the body instead. These are just ordinary Dukang. It is warm in nature and damp, warming the body, but not intoxicating."

The wine cup in Jingri's hand looked like ivory made of glazed glass, but Shi Yanwen used a big cup. The wine was gentle, but the person who poured it was bold.

But Shi Yanwen still took it with a smile on her face, took a sip, and said, "Sir, wouldn't all the boxes be filled with bars?"

The taste is as "mild" as expected.

"It's not all," Jingri Guming leaned back on the box again, and said, "There are still some wound medicines, after all, this place is not safe."

The surface of the wine was shining brightly, and the flickering fire among the charcoal fires became brighter. Shi Yanwen leaned in the direction of Jingri Guming, also close to the box, and brushed her messy long hair aside, "It's been a long time since I said it. I've never drank wine like this... from Miao Jiang."

"Do you miss it?" Jingri Guming raised his eyebrows.

Shi Yanwen gave a wry smile, and said helplessly: "The past is over, I miss the pride and righteousness of that time, but I don't want to blend myself into the rivers and lakes again."

"...It's a pity that things in the world are often involuntary."

"Yes," Shi Yanwen deeply understood this, and nodded in agreement, "That's why I came to such a remote place."

I also met you in such a remote place.

Jingri Guming gathered the quilt on his knees, and said: "Miaojiang has experienced the chaos of Emperor Yuanxie in the past few years, its strength has been greatly reduced, and the number of troops has been reduced. Naturally, this borderland has less energy and scruples. "

"Fortunately, King Miao is still young, and the child of Canglang is already young. If he is put to death, it is not certain that Miao Jiang will go to the next prosperous dynasty." Shi Yanwen took a sip of wine and said, "Mr. But let it go."

When Jingri Guming heard this, he just smiled, noncommittal, and asked him what he was thinking outside just now, Shi Yanwen secretly glanced at him, feeling a little frustrated inexplicably in his heart.

This topic was evasive without skill, and caught people off guard. The distance couldn't be more obvious.

Forget it, there are some things that are inconvenient for outsiders to intervene, so Shi Yanwen moved her fingers holding the wine pot, and Shi Yanwen sighed, "I just dreamed of the children. When I left Zhengqi Villa, I heard that Miss Shuang was coming to the Central Plains. Yinyan was very happy." , although he didn't say it, but I know he really wants me to stay."

As an elder, Jingri Guming naturally understood, thinking back then that he had really spent a lot of energy on Canglang's lifelong event, but unfortunately he found many women who were not very satisfactory, which made him haggard for a long time, until later hiding Mirror Man Rebellion.

"A good thing is coming soon, congratulations to Yanyun, but I can't make a big deal, I have wronged Miss Shuang."

"That's right," Shi Yanwen's eyes sank, "after all, the Xijianliu Rebellion..."

"But Miss Shuang shouldn't mind. The children of Jianghu don't stick to trifles, and the first four of the six rituals can be saved. Please ask for a date... In terms of the luck of the historians, except for Qingming and sacrifices, any other day is fine. As for the personal welcome , "Jingri Guming raised his wine glass, refilled him with more drinks, and joked: "The distance from the guest room to the main room doesn't take too much effort."

"Hehe," Shi Yanwen couldn't help chuckling, he was a little flustered to protect the wine glass that was about to overflow, and he only took two sips, "It really doesn't take much effort, I'm afraid Yinyan thinks it's too light."

"En..." Jingri Guming raised his eyebrows, "If Yinyan finds it troublesome, maybe the little wolf can do it for him."

"Hey," Shi Yanwen glanced at him, and said, "How can someone else do the marriage?"

"The good wolf shouldn't mind."

"I think he should mind."

"So sure?"

"nature."

"..." Jingri groaned but smiled silently.

"...Mr." Shi Yanwen was startled, his eyes changed again and again, his face was slightly flushed, a smile spread from the corner of his mouth uncontrollably, his voice softened, and he gave him a helpless look, "Mr. people."

"If Yan Yun talks about not being so sensitive about his children, maybe I won't have this chance."

"...It seems that Yanwen did it on her own."

"That's right," Jingri Guming's voice also softened, but the words he said were inexplicably more stressed, as gentle as a whisper, not like a deliberate reminder, "Yanyun."

"..." Shi Yanwen tightened her hand holding the wine glass, her smile froze for a moment.

It was... so relaxing.

Jingri Guming smiled and did not speak, watching him blushing slightly, silently drinking and admiring.

Shi Yanwen should have a review, but at this moment, she suddenly felt a little unwilling, and turned her head away from him, "Sir, you called me 'Yanyun' so many times, but you still haven't told me your alias?"

Jingri Guming was a little surprised, but he couldn't say what he was surprised about, but suddenly felt that the people sitting next to him reacted a little strangely, and even forgot to reply.

The charcoal fire made a cracking sound, and a large area of ​​sparks ignited. After Jingri Guming regained consciousness, his eyes darkened, and he stretched out his hand to slap it.But there were still one or two points where they did not retreat but advanced, like two probing soldiers playing forward, the soldiers flew towards them in two directions, and they were about to touch the white velvet skin covering Shi Yanwen's legs.

Shi Yanwen shrank her legs again, but the spark suddenly changed direction and drifted leisurely to the right.

Shi Yanwen blinked, reached out to take Jingri Guming's wine glass that was empty at some time, divided most of the wine glass in his wine cup and walked away, and said gently, "Thank you sir for your kindness, Yan Yun has nothing Wen, so I express my gratitude with this meager drink."

Jingri Guming took the wine glass calmly, looked at the other person's eyes sparkling like sparks, with a smile in his eyes, "My kindness is not easy to repay."

"I have no money in my lower body." Shi Yanwen repeated leisurely.

Jingri Guming shook his wine glass, "Actually, if Yanyun really wants to pay it back, it's very simple, as long as..."

"how--"

Before she finished speaking, Shi Yanwen froze.

Because of people who approached suddenly.

The man's long arm passed over his right shoulder, and his whole body was pressed down like a mountain. His eyes were covered by darkness, and the corners of his eyes and mouth still carried the aftertaste of a smile that hadn't dissipated, but his back seemed to be in the desert. The upright poplar.

The aroma of wine mixed with ambergris surrounds it.

this joke...

Is it a little too big...