After I fell off my horse, I was married for nine thousand years

Jiang Lian didn't want to look for Yan Huaiyin at first.

But he had been away for too long, so long that Xu Zhi was squatting beside him, and he touched his chin and asked, "Brother Zhen hasn't come back yet?"

Yan Huaiyin was too aggressive, Xu Zhi reacted from the dizziness, and the first thing he did was to continue writing "The Analects" silently with a tree branch.

Zhang Dongfeng hated his spineless and listless appearance the most, dragging the corpse and his friends away like a stick.

In a blink of an eye, only the three of them were left outside the crumbling shed.For a while, no one else dared to come forward, so the sound of Xu Zhi scratching the ground with branches was extraordinarily loud.

Jiang Lian stood beside him like a lonely ghost, the intermittent scratching sound seemed to urge him to reincarnate.

Plainly annoying.

Jiang Lian moved his fingertips and glanced at him calmly, as if he was wondering whether it would be better to beat him unconscious or just kill him.

But as he thought about it, the movement of his hands stopped instead.

Yan Huaiyin must be angry.

He and Yan Huaiyin have been under the same roof for so many days, and he has understood a little bit of Yan Huaiyin's temper.

This person has a lot of problems, the biggest one is protecting his weaknesses.

And this useless scholar has obviously been brought under his wing.

It's just because he didn't forget to share some of the food he grabbed with Yan Huaiyin when he came back after he was caught and questioned for a while, but he didn't think that his being caught might be Yan Huaiyin's trick at all.

Jiang Lian thought endlessly, and managed to get Xu Zhi's motivating sound out of his mind, but Yan Huaiyin's ordinary face suddenly appeared in his mind.

A dull face with only bright eyes.

It was so strange, Jiang Lian opened his eyes wide, and drove this face out of his mind as if in shock.

He suddenly realized that he had paid too much attention to Yan Huaiyin.

Yan Huaiyin took up too much of his time during the half a month of getting along day and night, he could see Yan Huaiyin when he raised his head, so that he didn't see him for just a moment, and he began to habitually look for Yan Huaiyin's whereabouts.

After all, he is still a 12-year-old child, even though he has a gloomy heart, Jiang Lian is still horrified by this habit.

He raised his hand and grabbed his chest violently, holding the handkerchief in his arms through the skirt of his clothes.

After holding on for a while, Jiang Lian slowly calmed down.

And after he finally calmed down, when he lowered his head, he bumped into a pair of dark eyes.

Yan Xiuqing stood in front of him, opened a pair of eyes almost identical to those of Yan Huaiyin, and said, "Brother Jia, go and look for my brother."

The four or five-year-old girl looked harmless to humans and animals, but with her eyes open, she didn't go to Xu Zhi like a monkey in her heart, but came straight to Jiang Lian: "My brother is not in good health, What if I fainted?"

Jiang Lian sneered in his heart, thinking that he didn't look like he was in bad health when he killed people and stole things.

"Brother Jia," as if knowing what Jiang Lian was thinking, Yan Xiuqing's eyes rolled, and then the corners of her mouth drooped, her mouth full of tears, "I don't want to be without my brother."

She may have been carefully raised since she was a child. Even when she cried, she cried in a subtle and restrained manner, but just this little crying was enough to stop the scratching over there.

Xu Zhi pinched the branch and said in amazement: "God, this is Leng Yanwang making my little ancestor cry!"

Jiang Lian: "..."

With a cold face, Jiang Lian followed Yan Huaiyin expressionlessly.

He thought bitterly in his heart: It's not that I want to go, but I can't stand the two people, one big and one small, crying and howling.

As he thought so angrily, his steps became faster and faster.

But even though he thought that Yan Huaiyin might really faint like Yan Xiuqing said, he never thought that what he would see after walking through the bushes would be such a scene.

The boy soaking in the lake turned his head when he heard the sound, and just met him face to face.

The first is white.

Between the dark green lake water and the dark green sky and earth, it is easy for people to see this breathtaking whiteness, filled with water, like a touch of midwinter ice that is about to melt on the spring water.

But his face was too exquisitely beautiful, it was a little paler for no reason, his eyebrows grew into his temples, and he even had a bit of wildness.

Many times when Jiang Lian saw Yan Huaiyin's eyes, he felt that such a pair of pupils on such a mediocre face must be cruel.

But now on such a face, the eyes are bright, beautiful and almost sharp.

Jiang Lian stood there in a daze. Before he could react, he felt a gust of wind blowing. Immediately afterwards, his consciousness fell into chaos.

When he came back after his consciousness became muddled, he smelled that almost miserable medicinal fragrance again.

When Jiang Lian opened his eyes, he saw a part of his jaw lying across his eyes.

Lifting his eyelids, what caught his eyes was Yan Huaiyin's face.

The face he was familiar with.

Jiang Lian's eyes moved, and he realized that he was in the shed where they lived, and he was lying in Yan Huaiyin's arms.Before he could do anything, he heard Yan Huaiyin click his tongue: "Let go when you wake up, and then grab and chop off your hand, believe it or not?"

Jiang Lian was startled, and looked at his own hand, and saw that his hand was tightly clutching Yan Huaiyin's sleeve, as if he couldn't part his sleeve.

Jiang Lian let go of his hand abruptly.

But then he remembered the scene he saw on the lake.

Suddenly, the 12-year-old boy burst out with astonishing strength, stood up abruptly, grabbed Yan Huaiyin's skirt with one hand, and was about to touch his face with the other hand.

Yan Huaiyin was almost crushed to the ground by his desperate pounce. Seeing that his face was about to be scratched by the child, the young man raised his hand to hold the hand that was grabbing towards him. Pressed on the ground.

Jiang Lian was held captive, thumping like a fish out of water, but he couldn't hold back the hand that was holding him down, and finally fell to the ground gasping for breath, but his eyes were fixed on Yan Huaiyin.

"Do you still remember this handkerchief?" He took out the handkerchief from his pocket with his other free hand, stretched his arm as if to prove something, and handed it to Yan Huaiyin, and said in a hoarse voice, "Would you still like it?" Remember it?"

Yan Huaiyin saw that the person was not going crazy, so he lowered his eyelashes and glanced at the handkerchief: "Isn't this something from your sweetheart?"

He still remembers the appearance of Jiang Lian's baby at the beginning, eleven or twelve years old, the age of first love, handkerchiefs and the like, can only be the things of his sweetheart.

Jiang Lian stared at him for a moment, and said hoarsely, "He's dead."

Yan Huaiyin raised her eyebrows.

"Uh," the young man thought for a moment, and said seriously, "My condolences, she must not have done it on purpose."

Under his emotionless comfort, Jiang Lian calmed down slowly, and he just stared at Yan Huaiyin silently.

Helpless, but full of stubbornness.

Yan Huaiyin felt a little uncomfortable under such gaze, so she stretched out her hand to pat Jiang Lian's forehead, and changed the subject on her own: "Have you figured out where to go next?"

The direction in which he changed the topic was always confusing. Jiang Lian came back to his senses and realized that he was asking himself where he was going next.

The group of refugees outside the city slowly dispersed, everyone was trying to make a living, Yan Huaiyin didn't intend to stop Jiang Lian from going.

But Jiang Lian looked at him and asked, "Where are you going?"

Yan Huaiyin didn't expect him to ask himself this question, after a moment of silence, he rolled his eyes: "I won't tell you."

The author says:

Note: ① "Yingying Yishuijian" comes from the anonymous "Altair Altair" in the Han Dynasty - Yingying Yishuijian, the pulse is speechless.

② "Bright eyes" comes from Zhang Mi's "Jiangchengzi? See Qingqing on the Huanhua River" in the Tang Dynasty - see Qingqing on the Huanhua River, with bright eyes and light eyebrows.The green clouds are high and the golden clusters are small dragonflies.

[Nonsense: I think the translation of this poem is also very beautiful—that day, by the Huanhua River in the warm spring, I met my lover you for the first time.How beautiful you were at that time: bright eye waves, light black eyebrows, high-cut hair like a green cloud, and a bun on the hair. (translated from Gushiwenwang)]

A little poem that is very suitable for reading in spring, and I will give it to everyone in spring.