Shanhedu

The fragile flesh body was smashed from a height to a sharp gravel on the ground, it was like tofu stuck on a hedgehog.

The faces of the two people were constantly washed by the rain, Tu Sheng raised his neck, his Adam's apple protruded, coughed twice into the sky, and finally breathed unobstructed.

He couldn't open his eyes because of the rain, and quickly turned his head. Qing Shui, who was always full of vigor and didn't even lower his head, lay quietly on the ground, his shoulders trembling.

The corners of Merry's eyes drooped sullenly, and the hair on both sides of his forehead was wet. He thought it was out of place, really like the beard of a big catfish.

After thinking about it, he quickly turned over, and only after turning over did he feel that they were destined to die.

The pain in my back was like asking someone to slice a hundred or so pieces of duck meat.

There must be a broken bone, Tusheng thought while grinding his back teeth, and stood up on one knee with the Canglang stick on his waist.

His body was shaking uncontrollably, his legs were trembling, his face was covered with muddy water, and his eyes were fixed on the still clear water.

"Fox, fox." Tusheng called him.

Qing Shui curled up into a pitiful ball, almost unconscious, and when he felt that his feet were hanging in the air, he didn't have the strength to open his eyes.

The next day, as the heavy rain continued, Qing Shui slightly opened his eyes.

A piece of familiar fabric was placed on several wooden supports, and native Canglang sticks were used as pillars in the middle, leaving a small space.

Qing Shui blinked, first he was extremely sore and tired, and then he was suffering from hunger and cold.

Lips that were purple from the cold were trembling non-stop, and his face was extremely stiff. Qing Shui tried to do it with one hand, but he was powerless.

Turning his head, he found that he was resting on a smooth stone, and if his head was raised a little higher, the fabric on top of his head would no longer be able to block the rain.

He opened his mouth, his tongue was dry, his throat seemed to have been scorched by fire, only his fingers could move.

What about another native?

Looking at the fabric above his head, Qing Shui felt at ease again, and waited for half an hour.

A tall shirtless man came in, holding a handful of green grass in his hand.

Seeing Shimizu staring at him, he was overjoyed and smiled sincerely in this desperate place.

"Wake up! You are awake!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tu Sheng patted his wet head again, and said to himself, "I'll grind it for you again quickly, you will definitely get better sooner."

Qing Shui turned his head with difficulty, and looked at the native boss squatting on the ground, half of his body hanging on the "cloth tent" with his head tilted, not caring about the rain on his neck outside.

Tusheng blocked Qingshui's view, he could only hear the sound of stones hitting stones.

After a while, Tusheng slowly crawled to his side with a leaf in one hand.

Qing Shui saw what was in his hand, he was really grinding herbs just now.

"You... know medical skills?" Qing Shui asked him in a hoarse voice, and Tu Sheng had already used his other free hand to help him sit up, leaning against his strong and hot chest.

The cold herbs were ground into juice and applied to the bloody shoulders and back. The clear water was insensitive at first, but after a while, the wound became numb.

Tu Sheng responded, "I'm not as rich as you, but I'm not a little ancestor like you. I used to go to the mountains to mow grass, and I used this when I got it."

"What is this?" Qing Shui asked him weakly.

"Ma Ye, don't be on guard against me, I won't hurt you, it's about time."

I didn't have time to think about anything else, Qingshui fell into a desperate situation of pain, God didn't stop raining, I don't know what method I used, the cloth on the head didn't seep the rain.

The thin clothes were almost wet, Shimizu's pores were open, goosebumps formed, and his head couldn't help but want to get closer to his shoulders.

Qing Shui was thinking in a daze, what would he do with this flimsy neck.

Before he could come up with an answer, Tu Sheng behind him had already stripped off his clothes that reached his shoulder blades, and continued to peel them off.

"What... what are you doing?" Shimizu asked him with difficulty.

Tu Sheng was stripping his clothes at the gate, Qing Shui stretched out a hand to grab the skirt that had been taken off to his waist, and then Tu Sheng ripped him away.

"Rand bumpkin... I'm not as anxious as you when I'm in danger, you... put it back on for me..."

The two unconscious legs were lifted up, and the bastard actually took off his clothes directly from his head.

Fortunately, the close-fitting obscene pants have not been brutally murdered again, but the upper body is now the same as Tusheng, and it is still attached to him.

The bastard is still warm, Qing Shui put down his guard, and concluded like this.

His back was pressed against the man's chest, and when Tusheng spoke, Qingshui's thin back trembled.

"I knew you would look down on me, silly fox, I'm just keeping you warm, aren't you cold?" Tusheng told him without any complaints.

"Well, hold tight." I have to say, Tusheng's chest was very hot, and he really warmed up a little.

Tusheng behind him was very obedient, and he tightened his arms around Qing Shui.

Two enemies who never looked at each other, shook hands and made peace in this shabby place that couldn't be more shabby, and kept each other warm.

But not long after, the heat from Tusheng's body was transferred to Qingshui, and the fox's body was too cold.

The warmth that Qing Shui absorbed from Tu Sheng's body could only support his body for a while, his lips were still trembling from the cold.

Tusheng watched the grass outside being beaten to the ground by the rain, and heard Qingshui weakly speaking in his ears.

"Leave me alone, you go, go, find Xiaoyao Fugui, I don't need you to worry about it."

"Silly fox, don't talk big, can I let you die here?"

After finishing speaking, he added, "When the rain stops for a while, I will carry you up. Fugui and the others must be looking for us too."

Qing Shui raised his hand and waved it, "Don't worry about me, a fox has three souls and six souls, even if I die, I can still live again, you kick the flesh all over your body, if you die, you are dead..."

"You're the one who kicks meat all over, who are you scolding?" Tu Sheng said dissatisfied.

Qing Shui pulled his white lips and laughed dryly, "I'm about to die, do you still want to bicker with me?"

"Bah, bah, bah!" Qing Shui's voice grew louder, "Say something bad, fox, we'll be out right away, trust me!"

Tusheng opened his eyes wide and leaned forward to look at him, hugging Qingshui's body with both hands, his disheveled legs wished he could wrap around this silly fox.

Qing Shui didn't have the strength to talk to him anymore, so he tried to "embed" himself into Tusheng's bosom with trembling body, "Cold..."

Seeing the face of the fox in his arms turned pale with cold, Tu Sheng immediately regretted it.

"Damn it, it's okay if I'm wrong, I shouldn't talk back to your living ancestor."

After finishing speaking, Dayi stretched out a hand awe-inspiringly, pinched Qing Shui's pointed chin, and stretched out his own face.

The lips, which are thousands of times hotter than the chest, pressed against it, and recklessly and domineeringly pushed back the teeth that were too late to let go.

The city gate fell, and the army was in chaos. Qing Shui opened his eyes and stared at Tu Sheng, whose nose was close to his.

A fist softly hit the native's stiff upper arm.

"Woooooo!"

Son of a bitch!lecher!Stinking rogue!

After a while, the rain cleared, and Xiaoyao and Fugui, who were looking for someone everywhere, shouted their companions' names in the valley.

On Xiaoyao's waist was the umbrella that was suddenly stuffed back into the cave last night. He thought it was Qing Shui and the others who came back with something big, but when they poked their heads out, they were nowhere to be seen.

Who sent the umbrella back, Xiaoyao didn't think for a long time, and was anxious to find someone with Fugui.

Qing Shui Tusheng didn't come back all night, Fugui sat at the entrance of the cave, dragged the compass and swayed from side to side, and finally the pointer was positioned in front.

There are only cliffs in front of you, so people can only be below.

The two wandered all the way to the bottom of the cliff, and at the moment when hope died out, they miraculously saw Tusheng, who was naked from the upper body, walking out from behind the boulder with Qingshui on his back.

Xiaoyao hurried over, took a closer look, tilted his head and asked, "Tusheng, did Qing Shui slap your face?"

Before Tusheng opened his mouth, Qingshui, whose face was resting on Tusheng's shoulder, raised his wrist and said "no" to Xiaoyao.

Tu Sheng didn't say a word, followed them up the mountain again, Fugui checked their bodies, there was nothing serious, but the one who fell off the cliff fell hard and needed more training.

Tu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for the tenacious tree.

They crossed the mountain and happened to be on a big ship transporting goods to the east. This time it was good, the sails were raised, and the gold was thousands of miles away.

They borrowed this gust of east wind, and they didn't know how much footsteps they would save.

They didn't know the whereabouts of Ling Xiao and the others. The four troubled brothers sat on the bow of the boat and looked west, looking forward to meeting them as soon as possible.

After floating on the sea for seven days and seven nights, they thought it would be smooth sailing and encountered a storm, and the whole cargo ship shook violently.

The old captain who is full of loyalty let them stay in the cabin, leading the backbone of the ship to fight against the wind and waves. With years of experience in sailing, they finally survived the crisis.

Seeing that the cargo ship was stable, Qing Shui and his party followed the crew to the deck, and there was heavy fog in all directions on the sea.

Qing Shui stood on the side and looked into the distance, and Tu Sheng was standing next to him, with his hands clinging to the outside of his thighs, and his feet firmly joined together.

His eyes secretly glanced at Qing Shui, and his mouth was pursed into a slit.

Feeling up and down in his heart, since he kissed someone at the bottom of the cliff that day, Qing Shui hasn't talked to him much.

Recalling that day again, Qing Shui's heart seemed to be scratched by a cat's paw.

The first time I was a relative, it was with the fox. I didn't feel sick when I was born, but after a long time, I inadvertently developed a different interest in Qingshui.

Now standing aside and looking at the ignorant Qingshui, Tusheng rubbed his hands together again.

This fox, shouldn't he hate himself?

As soon as he thought of this, the corners of Tusheng's mouth curled downward, and he was about to ask if people really hated him, when Fugui's voice came from his ear.

"what is that?!"

Standing side by side, Qingshui and Tusheng looked towards Xiaoyao's voice.

From two directions in the northwest, they saw tall buildings in dense fog, misty and unreachable.

The author has something to say: Xiaoyao: I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, eat and have fun!