wolf inadvertently

"Why, is it because it saved you?" I persistently asked him and "Little White Wolf".

Shen Nianjun suddenly looked at me and smiled: "Aren't you the one who saved me?"

"..."

It's strange, obviously I'm playing tricks on him, but why do I feel like I've been entangled by him instead?

So I simply stopped trolling myself, and very bluntly changed the topic to what he said that everything here is white.

I asked without thinking: "Don't you like white?"

He raised one leg and placed it on the bent knee of the other: "I like white, white is pure. But if the world is only pure white, it's not good. It's like clean white paper, if there is no ink The rendering on it is also worthless. Therefore, in this pure white world, if there are some other colors, it must be very conspicuous and very precious."

I thought about what he said, and it made sense.So he stretched out his hand and picked off a branch of plum blossom that was hanging down from above, and then cut his finger with spiritual power at a speed that he couldn't notice.The blood condensed into a bean-sized blood pearl at my fingertips, and I put the broken part of the plum blossom branch on the blood drop.The flower has a spirit, sucking my blood, and the snow-white petals immediately turned bright red, which looked extraordinarily enchanting and beautiful under the moonlight.

My movements were extremely fast, and after Shen Nianjun realized what had happened, I had already handed the red plum to him: "How is it, does it look good?"

Shen Nianjun was taken aback, stared at the red plum in my hand for a long time, then blankly rubbed the finger I just took blood from: "How is your hand?"

"Pfft," I couldn't help laughing, "what can I do, the wound is smaller than a needle prick, if you look at it later, it will disappear, I will ask you if this flower looks good?"

Shen Nianjun carefully took my hand and looked at it for a long time. After confirming that there was nothing serious, he said seriously: "Don't be so impulsive in the future, don't hurt yourself."

"What kind of harm is this?" I laughed again, "It's almost like doing a trick. I just want to show you that we in the Northern Wilderness also have things that are not white. Come on, tell me, are these flowers good-looking?"

Shen Nianjun then took the plum blossom in my hand, looked at it and said, "It's so beautiful, it's so beautiful. Weird people say that white plums are watered with tears, and red plums are blood coagulation." [Note]

I said: "That's just a legend. If it really wants to be like this, how much blood should be used to water so many red plums in the world."

Shen Nianjun said: "But if the legendary thing becomes true one day, it must be very unique and precious. For example, this red plum is more beautiful than any plum blossom I have ever seen."

I didn't have the energy to laugh anymore, so I just waved my hands and said, "Don't brag anymore, I should be told that I don't know what the world is like after a while."

"It's really beautiful," Shen Nianjun also smiled, "By the way - your small wooden house is so elegant, does it have a name?"

I shook my head and said, "It's good for an uneducated person like me who can write my own name. How can I name the house I live in. But if you are interested, I would be happy to give it a name." Accepted."

"It's not that you are uneducated, it's just that you are not interested in reading." Shen Nianjun smiled and shook his head, "I see that your hut and the plum tree on the hillside are integrated, and it is not appropriate to name any one thing. Give this small hill a name, let’s call it Luomeipo, okay?”

Only then did I truly appreciate the profound connotations of a scholar's elegant taste. Even a piece of dirt can give him a sense of romance in a paradise. I really admire it from the bottom of my heart.

Just chatting one after another like this, before I knew it, the sky was already dawning.

I yawned and saw a layer of dark dizziness spreading around Shen Nianjun's eyes, and I didn't need to think about it to know that I must be the same.

I moved my body slightly, maintaining the same posture all night made me uncomfortable now, as if I had been frozen by ice for 800 years, but my arm under Shen Nianjun's neck was still numb. Thousands of ants got into my skin and flesh in an instant, dancing like lively, I almost fell to the ground with a shiver.

Shen Nianjun also withdrew his hand resting on my neck, and his expression was exactly the same as mine just now.

When both of us adjusted our state and were about to get out of bed, I suddenly saw my second brother walking towards here with Jing Ning on his hand.

"...!!!"

I almost screamed out of control on the spot, after all, the scene between the two of us is really too weird.

There is no room to live, no bed to lie down, two psychopaths insist on huddling together in a hammock to suffer from this homeless man, counting the stars on this dirt hill all night with the cold wind blowing, what kind of novel mental illness is this?

I wished I could die on the spot, the sudden embarrassment overwhelmed my thoughts, and I was stunned for a while, my body was stiff, like a shrimp that had been dead for a long time.

"It's us... did you disturb the two of you?" The second elder brother showed a tinge of embarrassment, as if he had bumped into something shameful, covered his mouth with his sleeve and coughed lightly, "I'm really sorry ...We didn't mean to bother..."

"..."

For some reason, I really wanted to silence my second brother and that little troublemaker.

Shen Nianjun looked at my second brother and Jing Ning indifferently, as if he was the master here.Shen Nianjun jumped out of the hammock unhurriedly, not forgetting to tidy up the wrinkled clothes that were squeezed all night last night, and said hello to my second brother indifferently: "Morning, Mr. Qinyan."

"..."

Why do I feel that their conversation is as comfortable as the casual chatter at the dinner table of a family preparing for breakfast?Even if Shen Nianjun has seen all the monsters here, even if he doesn't know that we are all monsters, he shouldn't be so calm, right?

At this moment, it was as if a hurricane had blown through my sea of ​​consciousness, causing my conscious world to shake and collapse as if it had suffered a disaster.

Jing Ning stood aside blankly, still as obedient as ever.The second elder brother glanced at me maliciously, shook his broken fan to cover the lower half of his face, and gently shook his face: "What? Can't bear it? Is this because I was too tired last night? Sigh , I didn't say, Mr. Shen, what's the matter with you..."

I was so angry that I almost gave them a show on the spot. I grabbed the jade flute pinned to my waist and threw it at my second brother: "If you have nothing else to do, get off my land!"

The second brother took my jade flute with a smile: "There is still something, but it may not be as important as the two of you are busy."

I turned over and got out of the hammock, and rolled my eyes: "Yesterday, some unexpected guests came to the inn. Mr. Shen and I robbed a man and came back to question him carefully, so we let him sleep in the room. There is something in your mind." What are you thinking about every day, thanks to the fact that you have read so many sage books, the Four Books and Five Classics of Feelings teach you to indulge yourself casually?"

The second elder brother giggled, stopped being funny, and said solemnly: "I don't understand this. Since you are an uninvited guest who was arrested for interrogation, why are you treated so well? Instead, you two Forced to sleep on a tree?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn't figure out how to explain it for a while, so I got stuck.Shen Nianjun saw my delay, stepped forward and said softly: "Let me tell..."

Shen Nianjun explained the matter clearly to my second brother from the beginning to the end in a few words. They like to use the long speeches in the books to verbal lawsuits to bully an uneducated person like me. I am used to it.

After talking, the few of us entered the house together.Because Jing Ning was not used to the high threshold of my wooden house, he stumbled when he was unsteady, and almost fell to the ground as soon as he opened the door, but my second brother and I grabbed his arm and grabbed him. That's why he didn't have a close contact with the earth.But there was still quite a commotion, and this noise just woke up the old man who was resting behind the screen.

I heard a hoarse cough.

Shen Nianjun is very good at taking care of people. As soon as he entered the room, he found a tea set and made a pot of tea. At this time, he just poured a cup and gave it to the little old man. Second brother and Jing Ning sat down at the tea table, and I followed suit. Shen Nianjun came to the old man's bed together.

When the old man saw Shen Nianjun, he couldn't hold his teacup steady with excitement, he was about to spill the quilt tremblingly, two lines of hot tears dripped from his cloudy eyes, he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

Shen Nianjun signaled him not to worry, supported his trembling hand and helped him drink a cup of hot tea, then patted his back lightly, and couldn't help crying: "Uncle Jiang...you... ..."

Jiang Bo put his hand on Shen Nianjun's shoulder: "Son, why are you so thin... You must have suffered a lot these years..."

After all, I have never had their previous experience. I don't have a strong empathy for their reunion at this moment.I just feel that if Shen Nianjun can be said to be "thin like this" now, then the way they were two months ago is completely a reed stick.

The two talked sadly for a long time before they got to the point.

"So, what do you mean...?" Shen Nianjun stared at Jiang Bo with his eyes wide open.

"That's right," Jiang Bo curled up his knees and sat under the quilt, dragging the quilt along the road, "Back then, they exposed that the Prime Minister formed a clique for selfish purposes, oppressed the people, and amassed money wantonly. They used a fake account book. In fact, it was That bastard Qiao Haisheng randomly modified the version based on his own bad debts."

"Qiao Haisheng?" I interjected and asked, "Who is he?"

"It's the leader of the officers and soldiers who detained Uncle Jiang in the border town this time, and now lives in the inn," Shen Nianjun gritted his teeth, "It's also the thief who betrayed my father and slandered our prime minister's mansion for money."

The author has something to say:

The legend of red plums and white plums was made up by me for the sake of the plot. It is not true, it cannot be verified, and there is no need to check it.