A good little husband

The winding and rugged mountain road looks particularly creepy under the cold moonlight. The wind from across the valley blows on Suiyu's body. The tattered clothes can't resist the coolness brought by the wind. Yu's back was very low, and his inner fear made his steps very unsteady, and he sprained his feet when he stepped on a raised stone in the middle of the road.

A low choking sound did not affect the few people walking in front of him. Those people were still chatting on their own. Their chatting and laughing made the quiet valley a little more popular. Suiyu's fear was reduced a little.It's just that Suiyu doesn't quite understand the content, and only occasionally hears one or two words such as "boss" and "shanzhai".

Suiyu's heart sank gradually again.

This road seemed to have no end. He had already traveled a long way, but he still couldn't see the end, but at the next intersection, he saw the gate of the cottage.

The light in Wanran's eyes was completely extinguished. He originally thought that he was finally going to be free, but he didn't think that it was an extravagant hope to see another village, but he had just left the tiger's den and entered the wolf's den.

"Boss, look what birthday gift we brought back for you!" The leading man carried the big knife on his shoulder, and was thrown into a row of weapons over there with a thud.

The sound of metal colliding made Suiyu shrink her shoulders, and her hands trembled a little.

Suiyu stood by the door, not daring to enter the room, only to hear the man's voice answering from inside was thick and bloodthirsty.

"What birthday gift? I still remember the knife you gave me last year. In the end, I paid for it myself. What do I expect from you?" Although he was accusing, there was still a smile in his words, and Added some human touch.

The man didn't want to talk to him too much, he just strode out, saw Suiyu who was huddled by the door, wanted to pull his hand but immediately withdrew his hand, just said: "Follow me in."

Suiyu had no choice but to follow him in. His ankle hurt more and more, and the pain seemed to flow from his ankle to his limbs. After standing still, looking at the person sitting in front of the hall, Unable to hold back, he sat down on the ground.

The man froze for a moment, and met Suiyu who was sitting on the ground. Suiyu quickly lowered his head and buried it on his knee.

"What do you mean?" The man stopped looking at Suiyu, but grabbed the skirt of the man in front of him, "Where did you come from?"

"Isn't that right? The brothers went down the mountain and rescued him." Lin Ping rubbed his hands, "The two bastard soldiers wanted to do something wrong to him. Didn't you teach us to help us when we see injustice?"

Lin Muqing turned his eyes away to look at Suiyu who was sitting on the ground. His linen clothes were torn to pieces, his arms and calves had dots of skin exposed, and his ankles were swollen like steamed buns. The light was too dim, Lin Muqing couldn't see his face clearly, only his messy hair.

"A brother?"

Lin Ping nodded: "If we hadn't arrived, we would have been ruined."

Feeling Lin Muqing's scrutinizing gaze on her, Suiyu wished she could shrink herself into a ball so that no one could notice him.

"Auntie urges you to get married every day. You don't like any girls in the village, so you must like my little brother." Lin Ping rubbed his hands, "Don't worry, those soldiers didn't touch him, clean."

Hearing Lin Ping's words, Suiyu's face immediately turned pale, her teeth clenched her lower lip tightly, and now someone just used the word "clean" to describe him.

"I don't mind that." Lin Muqing rubbed her eyebrows, and felt that she couldn't explain clearly to Lin Ping for a while, "Okay, you can go, your grandma is still at home waiting for you to come home."

Lin Ping hopped away, leaving only Suiyu and Lin Muqing in the room.

Suiyu shrank back with an arc that she thought Lin Muqing couldn't see, and wanted to pull her clothes to cover the exposed parts of her body, but the fabric was too torn, and she almost collapsed after being pulled twice by Suiyu. If it splits, he can only give up.

"What's your name?" Lin Muqing stood in front of Suiyu, her tall figure covered the last bit of light in the room, Suiyu hugged her body tightly in the shadow, and refused to say a word.

The man in front of him was as tall as a hill, his hair was tied up casually with only a hairband, and it looked like a mane in a mess, and the beard on his chin seemed to have been burned, and it was the same. Messy and disorganized, those eyebrows are like two sharp swords, exuding a chilling aura, his clothes are also indiscriminately, even the belts are tied wrongly, Suiyu doesn't know where the barbarism comes from people.

"Okay, forget it."

Lin Muqing stood leaning against the door, just looking at him, and finally the sound in Suiyu's belly broke the silence in the room.

Suiyu's ears were red, and his head was buried very low, trying to shrink himself into a quail.

"hungry?"

Suiyu raised her eyes to look at him, and was frightened by his fierce beard again, her eyes were filled with tears.

Lin Muqing couldn't see him crying like this, and cursed Lin Ping in his heart for causing him trouble, he took two steps towards Suiyu, Suiyu was inevitable, but his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

In the next second, he fell into a warm embrace, Lin Muqing picked him up by the waist, and kicked open the closed door again.

Lin Muqing was extremely tall, and Suiyu felt a little dizzy the moment he was picked up. He didn't dare to touch Lin Muqing, so he could only hold his arms with both hands, his whole body was unbearably stiff.

Lin Muqing didn't have any other ideas, but felt that this man was too thin, not even as heavy as his knife. His wrist could touch the bend of the leg that Suiyu's clothes couldn't cover. His arms were also a little stiff.

Suiyu didn't even dare to breathe too hard, for fear that he would break her neck in the next second, but she was a brother after all, and it was really embarrassing to be hugged and hugged by a man like this.

Fortunately, the walk was not too long. After Lin Muqing put him down, he lit an oil lamp, which illuminated the whole room. Suiyu turned on the light and saw the room clearly. Everything was simple, and everything was simple. A simple bed, a rough wooden wardrobe, and a dining table, even the stool seems to be lame.

"Wait here." After the rough voice fell, the room was filled with silence.

Lin Muqing went out with big strides, leaving Suiyu sitting by the bed alone, he was still afraid, every sound outside was like a frightened bird, he would immediately arch his back and take a defensive posture.

Lin Muqing hadn't been out for a long time, and when he came back, he was carrying a tray with a bowl of millet porridge and a plate of pickles. Even though it was so far away, Suiyu could smell the fragrance of rice in the air. The Wu Zang Temple is even more irresistible.

He still wanted to hug Suiyu, but Suiyu limped and sat down at the table, but when he was about to move the spoon, he stopped again, and he looked at Lin Muqing with some hesitation.

"Afraid that I will be poisoned? What good will it do me to poison you?" Lin Muqing was about to be laughed at by him, his sword eyebrows raised, and Suiyu shrank his shoulders again.

"That's not poison, what if it's something else?" Suiyu's voice was very low, and he spoke Mandarin again. Lin Muqing paused for a moment before he understood what he meant.

He frowned, and glanced at the sky outside. At this moment, the moon was already in the middle of the sky, but he, who was supposed to be sleeping, was here to serve a little beggar who didn't know where he came from: "Do you like to eat or not?"

Suiyu was really hungry, and the hand holding the spoon was full of tiny wounds. The hands were originally fair and flawless, but they were covered with bruises from old and new wounds.

The bowl of millet porridge seemed to have been boiled for a long time, the whole bowl was soft and glutinous, with a strong rice fragrance, Suiyu hadn't eaten such a delicate meal for a long time, just smelling the rice fragrance, it was already let He moved his index finger, but he still didn't dare to move.

Lin Muqing's patience was really exhausted. He snatched the spoon from Suiyu's hand, stirred it in the porridge bowl, and then ate a spoonful himself: "I ate it, it's not poisonous, eat it quickly."

Lin Muqing frowned and swallowed the porridge, the millet porridge with sugar was really unpalatable.

Suiyu hesitated and said: "Then I will take it later, it will take some time for the medicine to take effect."

Lin Muqing sat on the side waiting patiently again, he didn't care about anything, just looked at Suiyu so loudly, his face was dirty, his hair seemed to have not been washed for a long time, and many places were knotted, Xiaolu His eyes stared straight at the millet porridge in front of him, the tip of his nose was a little red, but his lips were already peeled due to the long-time wind, food, and camping. It was pitiful, but it really looked good.

No wonder it makes people daydream.

Seeing that Lin Muqing didn't have any discomfort, Suiyu began to slowly want to drink the porridge. He just scooped up a spoonful and wanted to put it in his mouth, but suddenly remembered something, and put the spoon down again.

Lin Muqing's hand has already clenched into a fist: "What's wrong?"

"Spoon," Suiyu picked up the spoon, frowned, the light of the oil lamp was imprinted in the wet eyes, making them look like the rising moon, he said aggrievedly, "You used it."

Lin Muqing couldn't bear it anymore, he made a gesture to put away the bowls and chopsticks in front of him: "My patience is almost exhausted, you don't care if you eat or not."

Suiyu hurriedly stopped him, gritted his teeth, and drank a spoonful of porridge with the spoon Lin Muqing had used. As soon as he swallowed it, his eyes lit up. This bowl of porridge was actually sweet!

The rice fragrance of millet porridge itself has the sweetness of sugar, and Suiyu's stomach that has been clamoring for a long time has been soothed. Even the plate of pickles has a different flavor. , chewing is full of flavor.

After eating a bowl of porridge, Suiyu licked his lips, still feeling a little unsatisfied.

Lin Muqing moved her eyes away when he was licking her lips, and looked straight at Suiyu's face as if attracted, and cleaned up the table when she saw his drooping eyelashes blocking her eyes After clearing away the dishes and chopsticks, he left with the tray.

Suiyu breathed a sigh of relief, but Lin Muqing came in again before the breath was finished, holding a bottle in his hand, which contained a dark liquid, Suiyu wanted to shrink back again, but forgot himself He was sitting on a stool now, and almost fell off the stool, but Lin Muqing picked him up like a chicken and sat him down.

"Let your feet stick out."

When Suiyu heard his words, she hid her feet backwards. Before he could finish hiding, Lin Muqing saw what he was thinking, and directly squatted down and grabbed his feet. Looking at his swollen ankles like steamed buns, she rolled over. a blank stare.

Somewhat rudely, he took off Suiyu's pair of shoes that had been opened countless times, opened the bottle he brought, poured the medicinal wine into the palm of his hand, rubbed it on Suiyu's ankle after warming it.

In an instant, the piercing pain rushed directly to Suiyu's scalp, and tears poured out after holding back all night. Big drops of tears fell down, and some fell on Lin Muqing's arm.

He was ashamed and annoyed at the same time. Tonight, he was hugged and used the same spoon by this person, and now his feet are still being held. In the end, he was a little ashamed, because he had slept in the wind for so long, and his feet were covered with bruises. I don't know how much dirt was born.

"Why are you crying?" Lin Muqing kept moving his hands. He had never seen such a delicate person like Suiyu, and felt that he was really troublesome.

Suiyu refused to speak, just hummed softly, Lin Muqing's movements were too big, Suiyu couldn't help it, and said in a crying voice: "Can you be gentle, I'm in so much pain."

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