Grandpa is such a bird

Yin Chenglan raised his eyebrows: "Don't show it?"

Lingjiang looked forward eagerly: "Is it possible?"

Yin Chenglan patted him on the head: "What do you think?"

Ling Jiang put his chin on his chest sadly, staring at his steamed bun claws in a trance, and met his mother-in-law in this posture?

It's too embarrassing.

He closed his eyes and quickly thought about ways to save face.

Yin Chenglan was surprised to find that this little thing was still distressed. When he was torturing others, did he ever think about other people's distress?

Ling Jiang would not be able to come up with an idea for a while, so he turned over and rolled into the bed with a groan, buried his head in the bed, and got entangled like an ostrich.

Yin Chenglan raised his brows, and found that it was really refreshing to see others suffering. He looked sideways at the back of Lingjiang's furry head, and after secretly enjoying himself for a while, he planned to enlighten him mercifully: "Where is the thing you gave my mother?" ?”

Lingjiang's muffled voice came out from under the quilt, almost familiar: "I didn't expect to give you anything." After a pause, he said, "You guys are too troublesome."

Birds have never seen a parent say this before, and they fell in love when they saw each other. The last time they had cubs, it's not like him. It's been so long, and he hasn't even taken off his clothes.

Yin Chenglan said: "My mother has been in the palace for many years, and she has seen many rare and rare treasures. It doesn't need to be expensive, as long as she wants it."

Ling Jiang buried under the quilt: "I feed you all my thoughts."

Yin Chenglan: "..."

Didn't mention the dog, should I thank him?

Yin Chenglan turned sideways and stretched out his hand to remove the quilt, lifted Lingjiang's hair, and touched his forehead. It's good to be young. He put half a pot of blood on him. After sleeping all night, he was alive and well the next day, but he still had some blood on his body. Fever, the complexion is still pale, not clear.

"Go on to sleep, I'm going to see my mother." Yin Chenglan picked up an animal skin dress, estimated the size, and changed into it.

Ling Jiang suddenly sat up from the quilt and hugged Yin Chenglan's waist from behind.

Yin Chenglan was quite helpless at his startled intimacy, patted his hand tightly around his waist, and said in a soft voice: "What's the matter?"

Ling Jiang said: "Yan Chu hasn't been found yet."

"He is the genius doctor Gu Guzhu, and he will not die easily."

Ling Jiang didn't speak, just tightened his hands a little bit.

but you will.Ling Jiang thought.

In the discussion tent of the Xuemo tribe, not long after Yin Chenglan arrived, several elders filed in.

There was a strong fire burning in every corner of the tent, and the floor was covered with thick animal skin carpets. Yin Chenglan saw two top chairs in the hall, each covered with two tiger skins, one yellow and one silver.

One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, but the meaning of this is self-evident.

Yin Chenglan withdrew his gaze and nodded slightly to the person opposite.

Yin Qingyi then came in, and instead of sitting in the hall, came to Yin Chenglan's side and introduced the elders in front of him.

They spoke the Xuemo tribe's own language, and they didn't say anything important. They just briefly introduced the identities of the two parties. Looking at the ease and smile on his mother's face, as well as the respect in the tone of those elders, it must be related to the tribal leader who has never met before.

She lived a prosperous life, but she didn't find her home until her hair turned white.

After chatting for a while, Yin Qingyi called someone to prepare breakfast. The moment the waiter opened the curtain, Yin Chenglan looked outside inadvertently, and saw a pale yellow figure poking his head into the tent amidst the plain silver. She waved the steamed bun claw, signaling that she was waiting for him outside.

This little quail is really energetic. If he doesn't take good care of his illness, he's just wandering around outside.

Yin Chenglan lowered his eyes and thought.

"Lan'er, what do you think?" Yin Qingyi asked, and went to look at Yin Chenglan, but saw that he didn't know what he was thinking, and the corners of his lips were slightly curved, revealing a calm smile.

She called out two more times, and Yin Chenglan finally came back to his senses, saying that he had just been distracted.

Yin Qingyi pinched the handkerchief and said with a smile: "Missed? Why does mother think you are pregnant?"

Yin Chenglan was embarrassed, and looked sideways at the elders. Fortunately, they could not understand Chinese, so Yin Chenglan could not find a crack in the ground. While he was embarrassed, he thought silently, what happened to the virtuous, virtuous and dignified mother back then? So bold.

He couldn't stand it anymore.

Yin Qingyi pointed to one of the elders, and said: "He is Tuoya's uncle. When I saw that girl, she was only at the waist of my mother, and now she has grown into a slender young girl."

She said with nostalgia: "When Su He was away, she was always with me. I saw that she had no father and no mother. It was inconvenient for a girl to live with Uncle, so I adopted her as a righteous daughter."

Yin Chenglan said: "In that case, I should thank her personally, and help her to take care of my mother."

Yin Qingyi blinked and said with a smile: "It's unnecessary to thank you. Mother wants you to marry her and have a baby. If you are not by Mother's side, Mother will be content with them."

Yin Chenglan was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously turned his head to look outside.

But the thick animal skin curtain blocked the line of sight, and nothing could be seen.

Yin Chenglan's fingers dangling from his sleeves were caressing uneasily. Their voices were not deliberately covered up. If they wanted to hear them, they would inevitably hear them.

"It's not appropriate." Yin Chenglan said slowly, "I..." He pressed his leg: "Why should I harm other girls."

Yin Qingyi's eyes dimmed, and she stretched out her hands to grab him, the smile between her brows disappeared, and she felt an unspeakable pain: "It's my mother's fault, my mother should—"

Yin Chenglan was afraid that she would say something heartbreaking, so he hurriedly said: "Even if I agree, the girl will not like her."

Yin Qingyi pressed the corners of her eyes, and glanced at the obedient elders who stretched their heads over there: "After Tuoya met you, tell me that she likes you very much and is willing to marry you."

Yin Chenglan's heart skipped a beat again.

Seeing his hesitation, Yin Qingyi said: "Mother didn't ask you to agree now, but Mother wants you to think about it, okay?"

She looked at him attentively, eyes full of sadness and hope as a mother, Yin Chenglan looked into her eyes, unable to say a word.

He had no choice but to turn his head and look at the heavy curtain. He couldn't sit still for the first time, so he forced a smile, his eyelashes blocked the emotion in his eyes, and said hello.

Yin Qingyi said a few words to the elder at the side, Tuoya's uncle showed joy, Yin Chenglan couldn't help but smiled wryly, how could he be happy to marry a cripple who was going to die.

The breakfast is very simple. After eating it, the big girls and young men in the tribe begin to prepare a sumptuous lunch to entertain them.

Taking advantage of this gap, Yin Chenglan found an excuse and went out.

The majestic snow-capped mountains stand under the clear blue sky. Looking around, the snowfields of thousands of miles are vast and deserted. The pointed houses and tents emit fragrant cooking smoke among the white snow. The blue smoke passes through the crystal clear cedar branches. A spar-like light is refracted by the sun.

Yin Chenglan saw the young man in the yellow shirt with his back to him, standing under a cedar tree with a canopy like an umbrella, and raised his head slightly, as if he was looking at the icicles that had condensed on the pine branches.

He manipulated the wheelchair and walked over: "Why don't you go to rest, come out and run around."

Ling Jiang turned around and looked at him fixedly: "Have you considered it?"

Yin Chenglan raised his eyes and saw the young man's deep and bottomless eyes: "You heard it."

Ling Jiang nodded, snow fell on his slightly long and curly eyelash feathers, like thick ink in water, when he lowered his eyes, the blackness that spread out made the corners of his eyes extraordinarily slender, there was not much coldness and awe in his eyes, Instead, he was a little dazed and asked softly, "Why didn't you refuse?"

Yin Chenglan's fingers clenched his sleeves: "...in that case, it's not very convenient."

Ling Jiang said: "It's just a refusal, what's the inconvenience?"

Yin Chenglan's eyes reflected the peaceful Tianshan and Baixue of the Xuemo tribe, and his handsome appearance was like a jade statue, which made people unable to take their eyes off at first sight.

But he is not a cold stone after all, he is inextricably involved with the world.

Yin Chenglan said: "He is my mother."

Ling Jiang looked at him deeply: "What about me? You don't want to refuse at the beginning. It's really hard to accept it later. Instead of giving this little hope, why not let people give up at the beginning. "

Lingjiang complained softly: "You are the same to me, and you are also the same to others."

Yin Chenglan didn't speak.

Ling Jiang lowered his head in disappointment, walked into the snow, and passed Yin Chenglan.

"I refused." Yin Chenglan said suddenly: "No matter who it is, I refused."

Ling Jiang stood in the snow, with his back to him, his straight shoulders seemed to be pressed by something, and he couldn't lift them up. He stared at the spotless snow, smiled suddenly, and repeated Yin Chenglan's words: "You refused... yes, you refused."

But he was hallucinating his embrace and acquiescence.

At noon, the sun was shining brightly on the top of the mountain, reflecting the surrounding snow white.

Several piles of bonfires were lit in the tribe, and the blazing fires created a noisy and lively scene.

A long tent was set up with ventilation on both sides, and a long table was placed in the middle. The table was covered with animal skins, and a lot of homemade spirits from the Xuemo tribe were piled up. As soon as the delicious yak calf was served, the aroma of chili and Sichuan pepper came out.

Even after pressing the song and sniffing it, my saliva was almost drooling.

At one end of the long table are the tribal lady Yin Qingyi and the elders, and at the other end are the elders' wives and children.

Yin Qingyi sat beside Yin Chenglan, and deliberately arranged for Tuoya to sit on the other side: "Try the wine here, it has been frozen in the ice and snow all year round, the taste is extremely sweet and clear."

She smiled and gave Toya a look. The little girl blushed, stood up, picked up the wine jar and poured it for Yin Chenglan, then took out a knife, cut a piece of yak meat and put it on Yin Chenglan's plate.

Yin Chenglan nodded in thanks, picked up the wine cup and touched his mother lightly, and was about to drink it, when a gust of wind hit his wrist unexpectedly, Yin Chenglan felt pain in his hand, and the wine cup hit the wine jar on the ground with a bang, making a sound With a piercing sound, the wine splashed onto Toya's skirt.

Toya exclaimed in a low voice, and hurriedly stood up.

The lively tent just now fell silent, and everyone looked over at the same time.

Yin Chenglan looked at the young man sitting in the corner at the other end: "Lingjiang, what do you want to do?"

Ling Jiang stared at him across a long table, and said indifferently, "You can't drink."

Yin Chenglan was startled, and the corners of his lips curled down: "Today is a good day, nothing serious." As he spoke, he asked Lian Song to fetch another wine bowl, and raised his hand to grab another jar of wine at hand. As soon as the hand touched it, another gust of wind shot at him, this time it didn't shoot him again, but directly smashed the wine jar.

The ceramic jar cracked open suddenly, and the shards and wine splashed out with a 'bang bang'.

Yin Chenglan quickly pulled out the tablecloth and shielded Yin Qingyi from splashing the wine and debris on her body, but there was a sound of dodging around.

Yin Chenglan frowned, and his voice contained anger: "Lingjiang, don't mess around!"

Ling Jiang said coldly: "Are you afraid that you won't die fast enough?"

Most of the people around couldn't understand what they were talking about, but the stalemate made everyone dare not speak. Yin Qingyi realized that it was because she hadn't thought carefully and didn't care about the poison on Yin Chenglan. Fortunately, the child reminded her, so it didn't happen. Making a big mistake, he planned to thank Ling Jiang, but before he opened his mouth, Yin Chenglan stopped him.

Yin Chenglan's lips were pursed into a line, and when he was not smiling, the expression between his eyebrows was extremely cold. His natural aloofness was causing trouble, and he could not allow others to show off his prestige in front of him, let alone Lingjiang's deliberate provocative behavior.

Yin Chenglan said, "It has nothing to do with you, don't worry about it."

Ling Jiang felt a severe pain in his heart, and stood up, his eyes scratched Yin Chenglan's face, he quickly looked away, looked at the broken ceramic pieces, and clenched the hand hanging by his side, wrapped in gauze The wound had just healed before it opened again. He knew that Yin Chenglan would take the soft but not the hard. He used to use it handy in the past, but now he doesn't want to use it anymore.

Ling Jiang deliberately slowed down his breathing, suppressed the grievance and anger welling up in his heart, closed his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm meddling in my own business."

After speaking, he stepped out of the tent, unable to stay any longer.

Yin Chenglan sat up straight slowly, took Lian Song's glass and filled himself with wine, raised it up and toasted to the others: "Sorry for disturbing everyone's interest, let's continue."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head to drink, but was stopped by his mother.

Yin Qingyi took the wine in his hand and said disapprovingly: "It's your mother's fault. You can't drink alcohol. Alcohol can easily cause your poison to attack. The kid is right. Why do you have to be brave? Go and apologize to him." .”

Yin Chenglan smiled bitterly, had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​drinking, pressed his forehead as if he had a headache, and said, "He has a childish temper, don't worry about him."

Lian Presse answered from the side: "Isn't that right, dog-tempered, madam, you don't need to worry about him, I'll go and see him for my grandfather."

He got up to go, only to hear Yin Chenglan say: "Sit down."