Ye Changshan's heartbeat seemed to stop for a moment, and then suddenly started beating violently again. Then he opened his eyes with difficulty——
The old walls, some damp beams, some paper windows with some holes... everything is still the same as before.
Ye Changshan tried his best to hold up his tired body with his hands. Looking at the burnt red candle on the table and Yingping lying next to him with diarrhea, Ye Changshan sighed -
It’s great to be alive!
Ye Changshan walked out of the room slowly. It was already dawn, and the ground looked particularly clean in the sun after yesterday's cleaning. The door of the courtyard was still tightly closed. The Northern Wei Dynasty student named Han Chunrong was sitting next to the door, leaning against the pillar. His lips were so dry that they were purple, and his body twitched from time to time. He looked very nervous. It's pain. In the room, all the students were lying on the bed or leaning against the wall. Only Jiang Changming was still sitting on the edge of the bed, but it seemed that he had not woken up.
Everything was still the same as yesterday afternoon, and an inexplicable feeling of joy emerged from my heart.
Ye Changshan opened the door and was greeted by the freshness of nature. The lush woods and birds on the branches were singing happily. The sun was rising. Ye Changshan stretched his body to welcome this vibrant beauty.
Suddenly, he felt very hungry and thirsty, so he walked to the stove and was delighted to find that there were already hot water and warm pancakes on the stove. At this moment, he could no longer care about what the boy said yesterday - what should I do first? Going to the shabby room, retesting the cold exam, even if the gold and silver mountains were placed in front of him at the moment, they were not as important as the fragrant and oily pancakes in front of him.
Ye Changshan couldn't wait to grab the pancake with his hands. As soon as he touched the tender and smooth pancake, he immediately pulled his hand back. Then a burning sensation came from his hand. Ye Changshan hurriedly put his hand to his earlobe to cool down.
It’s not like I’ve never eaten pancakes before, so why are I so anxious? Ye Changshan couldn't help but laugh at himself. But even though he thought so in his heart, he was still very honest with his hands. He gently tore off a small half piece from the outer edge of the oil cake with his fingertips, quickly put it to his mouth and kept blowing on it. The crispy aroma of the pancakes wafted into his nose, and Ye Changshan couldn't help but swallow.
You can feel that this pancake is very chewy. The chopped green onions on the surface are still green and the surface is sparkling. After Ye Changshan blew the pancake randomly for a few times, he stuffed the pancake into his mouth like a hungry man who hadn't eaten for several days - - When you take the first bite, a little oil oozes out, and the aroma fills your mouth. When you take the second bite, the fillings inside the pancake flow out. When you take the third bite, the fillings are mixed with the crispy skin, and the taste is excellent. Indescribably wonderful. Ye Changshan and Yi Hongyan had eaten a lot of delicacies along the way. They had been eating and drinking with Qin Jingqing in Chang'an City these past few days, but now Ye Changshan felt that they couldn't compare to this ordinary place in front of them. Noodles, it’s really refreshing to be able to eat such a piece of noodles after exhausting yourself!
After devouring a meal, Ye Changshan took a sip of water, found a piece of oil paper in the stove, wrapped a piece of bread and walked into the house.
Walking into the house, Ye Changshan couldn't help but feel helpless when he saw Yingping still sleeping with a silly smile. He picked up Yingping's sleeve and wiped it clean with disgust, then patted Yingping's body and shouted in a low voice——
"Hey! Yingping! Wake up! It's dawn!"
Yingping was still lying there like a dead pig, he just frowned and waved his hand, and then continued to wander in his dream.
Ye Changshan was speechless when he saw this. He sighed, then grabbed Yingping's arm with one hand and wrapped his other hand around Yingping's waist.
What a sin, did you owe him something in your previous life? However, he disliked it, but after experiencing this ordeal, Ye Changshan finally figured it out - since we are brothers we have worshiped, we must live and die together, stay together, and go together. I, Ye Changshan, am ready to go to the shabby room, then You must bring Yingping with you!
So, he put one hand on his shoulders and the other with strength, and carried Yingping on his back - this move almost caused Ye Changshan to stumble, and almost hit his face on the edge of the bed. He couldn't help but curse in his heart: This pig has been here for the past few days. It tastes delicious, otherwise why would it be so heavy!
Helpless, Ye Changshan carried Yingping and walked out of the courtyard gate, stepped on the path, and walked towards the south.
Along the way, there was peace, the smell of birds singing, the fragrance of flowers, the smell of earth, the chirping of birds, and the coolness of the mountain breeze. At this moment, Ye Changshan felt that all of these were extremely real. It was the first time that Ye Changshan felt so happy since leaving the village.
Although there are no delicacies in front of me at the moment...
Although I have Yingping on my back at the moment...
Although the sweat has corroded his clothes at this moment...
But this feeling of happiness is really beautiful.
About halfway through the journey, Ye Changshan put Yingping down to rest and take a breath. Inadvertently, looking towards the other side of the mountain, the original mist-shrouded mountain air has been driven away by the sunshine, and a vibrant scene unfolds before our eyes. The birds are singing in the mountains and the springs are gurgling. At this time, Ye Changshan really wants to wake up Yingping and share this. Rare comfort.
"Ah da... da da..."
At this time, Yingping suddenly said something inarticulately, and seemed to be tongue-tied.
"What? Yingping, what did you say?" Ye Changshan looked confused, and he patted Yingping's face gently.
"Da... da... dad... dad..." Yingping was still mumbling vaguely.
"What? What about daddy?"
Ye Changshan was confused and speechless for a while. It seemed that he had to take him to the shabby room quickly. Maybe someone there could wake him up, so he picked up Yingping on his back and continued walking towards the shabby room step by step.
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After a "difficult" walk, Ye Changshan finally arrived at the door of the thatched cottage.
Ye Changshan panted and threw Yingping aside, and then wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeves.
After taking a short rest, Ye Changshan took stock of this ordinary-looking thatched house - this thatched house that was admired by Hanzi all over the world, and this thatched house that its owner jokingly called a "humble room". Although this house is simple and simple, it can be illuminated by bright lights, so why should it be so simple? 'The mountains are not high, if there are immortals, they will be famous; if the water is not deep, if there are dragons, they will be spiritual. This is a humble house, but I am virtuous. This is what the ancients said, right?
Ye Changshan shouted respectfully outside the door with a hint of awe and a bit of anxiety, but no one answered in the room. Then he knocked on the door again, but no one opened the door.
Ye Changshan stood in front of the door and hesitated, thinking: Is there anyone in this room? Could it be that my knock on the door just now wasn't loud enough? Should I just open the door and go in?
Ye Changshan was a little at a loss. The people inside the house might be resting or reading a book. He kept knocking on the door for fear of disturbing the people inside. But if he didn't knock on the door, it would be better to keep banging on the door, right?
Just when Ye Changshan was in a dilemma, Yingping, who was leaning against the wall, muttered. Looking down, he found that he had been pricked by straw on the wall, which made him feel unbearable itching. But when Yingping was tickling, his body also moved. The straw was so smooth that Yingping's body actually fell along the wooden door on the wall!
Ye Changshan was still thinking about whether to push the door open, but when he saw Yingping's body, he was about to push the door open. He suddenly felt that something was wrong! He immediately squatted down and tried to help Yingping, but it was too late. He only heard a "bang" and Yingping's head knocked open the wooden door unceremoniously.
With a "dang--" sound, the wooden door hit the wall heavily.
Ye Changshan closed his eyes nervously, not daring to look into the room. Then, he clearly heard the sound of books closing from inside the house, and then a burst of footsteps slowly walked from the house to the door, and slowly walked towards him.
Ye Changshan's heart beat faster and faster, his breathing gradually became heavier, and he felt vaguely suffocated. He slowly opened his eyes and found a middle-aged scholar looking at him with a smile. At first glance, this scholar looked a little old, with rough skin and looked like he had been exposed to the weather all year round. There were some gray hairs on the temples caused by the sun. He smiled very peacefully, like an elder seeing a younger one, like an elder brother seeing a younger brother.
The scholar looked at Ye Changshan, then at Yingping lying on the ground, smiled, shook his head, and said in a gentle voice: "Finally here? Haha, not bad, not bad!"
Ye Changshan stood there blankly, not knowing how to answer the middle-aged scholar. At this moment, a sound suddenly came from under my feet——
"Ouch - it hurts me so much!"
Yingping, who slept like a dead pig, finally woke up.
The tension in Ye Changshan's heart immediately dissipated, and he even had the urge to laugh. This living brother wakes up early and late, but he wakes up at this time. He really knows how to pick the right time.
"Changsha...where am I..." Yingping said in a daze. After seeing his surroundings clearly, he wondered: "Huh? Why am I on the ground?"
"Get up quickly. I'll explain to you later!" Ye Changshan quickly went up to help Yingping up and whispered to Yingping.
"Oops - Changsha, come and give me a hand, my legs are numb."
Just as Yingping was about to get up, his legs felt weak and he fell down again. Seeing this, Ye Changshan quickly supported him with his hands.
"Changshan, I had a strange dream, it seemed like reality!" Yingping did not notice the existence of the middle-aged scholar, and said to Ye Changshan mysteriously: "Guess what I dreamed about? "
"Let's get up first and then we'll talk. Let's see how you look now." How could Ye Changshan care about what Yingping had dreamed? I just wanted to get into the house quickly.
How could Yingping hold it in? He said with a proud look on his face: "Hey, I dreamed about my biological father, he is Wen Junchenwen..."
Yingping was still in a confused state, so his voice was neither loud nor clear. Thanks to the close distance between Ye Changshan and Yingping, he immediately broke into a cold sweat when he heard what this living treasure said, and quickly covered Yingping with his hands. Q.
Yingping was confused by the sudden movement and struggled to push Ye Changshan's hand away. Ye Changshan also found the strength to cover Yingping's mouth and nose. Yingping actually felt a little suffocated.
"Uh-uh-"
Yingping's face was purple and his eyes were wide open, but he couldn't push Ye Changshan's hand away with all his strength.
The middle-aged scholar saw the two teenagers tugging at the door like naughty boys. He smiled helplessly and said, "You two, come in!"
As soon as the middle-aged scholar spoke, the two people still on the ground stopped immediately, especially Yingping. He looked at the scholar in surprise, as if this person suddenly appeared.
Ye Changshan slowly let go of his hands. He pulled Yingping who was staying there hard and motioned for him to get up quickly and enter the house. But no matter how hard Ren Ye pulled his gown, he couldn't pull Yingping down.
Yingping just lay motionless on the ground, staring at the middle-aged scholar with a hint of shock and confusion in his eyes.
The scholar stood aside calmly, seemingly not noticing Yingping's strange look, and said, "Go in, have a sip of tea, and rest."
