Click! Click!
Feng Lan walked back and forth in the small courtyard early in the morning, moving her body. Because it rained last night and it was extremely cold in winter, many small pits with a thin layer of ice formed on the ground.
From time to time, he would crush a small hole in the ground and it would make an extremely clear sound.
Ziyang lay on the bed and looked at the beams. He had never closed his eyes since Luo Yuan left, and what Lei Hu said kept echoing in his mind.
Crunch!
Ziyang opened the door, glanced at the locked room first, and then saw the pot on the stove steaming, but did not find Feng Lan.
He walked down the smooth but not completely frozen steps and saw Feng Lan digging something in the ground with a hoe in the open space outside the fence gate.
When he got closer, he saw that it was a deep pit, about one meter deep. Zi Yang couldn't help but ask, "What are you digging this for?"
"Don't ask yet, just go and get me a bucket of water."
Zi Yang said oh and returned to the small courtyard. He carried a bucket full of water in one hand and walked over easily.
Feng Lan was stunned for a while, but didn't pay too much attention. He picked up the paulownia tree lying on the ground with both hands, stood it upright in the pit, kicked the soil and stones into the pit with his feet, and said to Zi Yang: " Pour the water slowly, not too fast.”
After Ziyang poured out the water in the barrel, the dug pit was re-buried. Feng Lan patted the paulownia tree gently, nodded with satisfaction and said: "Luo Yuan is gone, I will treat it as such from now on." Be Luoyuan, beat it every day, and I will carve a name on it later."
"Are you hungry?" He picked up the hoe and looked at Ziyang, who was holding a wooden bucket, rubbing his withered abdomen, and nodded slowly.
"Let's go! Let's eat steamed buns and drink fish soup this morning."
"Huh? Steamed buns? No buns?" Ziyang's little face was full of confusion.
Steamed buns and steamed buns are both the same in Wu Zheng Town. The difference between the two is that steamed buns at least have fillings, while steamed buns only have noodles.
For them, buying steamed buns is undoubtedly the most cost-effective option.
Feng Lan said helplessly: "I have no choice, I also want to eat steamed buns, but Lin's steamed bun shop is not open today, so I can only buy steamed buns. Oh, let's make do with it first, I've already heated up the fish soup."
The two of them put down what they were holding, each filled a bowl of hot fish soup, and sat around the stone table on the stone bench under the peach tree.
"Zi Yang, are you worried? Why do you look so depressed?" Feng Lan asked casually, holding the bowl and stuffing the last piece of steamed bun into his mouth.
Zi Yang swallowed the food in his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and asked softly: "Actually, it's nothing. I just want to ask, how long will it take for you to leave?"
Feng Lan frowned and said in surprise: "Leave? I won't leave until you are an adult, unless you have the ability to protect yourself."
Zi Yang held half a piece of steamed bun in his hand and said in disbelief: "You are going to waste eight years here."
Feng Lan stood up suddenly, crossed his arms across his chest, stepped on the stone bench, and said with a smile: "Eight years is nothing. If you don't want to leave, it's not a bad idea for me to stay here with you for the rest of your life."
Ziyang stared at him blankly.
Feng Lan looked up at the rising sun and urged, "Hurry up and eat. I'll go back to the room to pack things. We'll go fishing later."
"Eight years? A lifetime? In just five years, what does a mere Tianlei mean compared to these?" After hearing what Feng Lan said, Ziyang was immediately full of confidence.
Feng Lan's heartfelt words gave the hesitant Ziyang a clear goal. He would use his precious life to make a bet to change the trajectory of his life.
Do or die!
The two of them were as usual, Zi Yang was leading the way with the fish basket on his back, and Feng Lan was following closely behind him with the fishing rod on his shoulder. The two of them walked along the path towards the seaside.
Feng Lan stood on the slope and took a closer look, and found that there was no one on the trestle. She was immediately happy and laughed loudly: "The old man and the young man didn't come today, so no one will compete with me for fish. Hehe!"
Zi Yang's eyes were not on the trestle, but on the large piece of white cloth floating on the sea. Because it was too far away, he could only see a piece of white cloth.
But when they walked down the slope and stepped onto the trestle, Ziyang was truly sure that it was not a piece of white cloth, but a man wearing white clothes and a snow-white cloak.
Feng Lan was sitting cross-legged on the trestle, fishing with her eyes closed, pretending that it had nothing to do with me.
Zi Yang pointed at the people on the sea, shook Feng Lan's arm, and said anxiously: "Stop fishing, go down and save people."
Feng Lan still closed her eyes and asked: "Why save him? Luo Yuan didn't leave many grain stones for our two brothers. One more person means one more mouth to eat."
Just when Zi Yang was about to speak, Feng Lan slowly opened his eyes and said seriously: "It's such a cold weather, I don't know whether that kid is dead or alive. It would be best if he died. If he is half dead, we still have to save him. It's not cost-effective. Not worth it.”
"Besides, you don't know him, how do you know whether he is a good guy or a bad guy? What if we rescue him and he tries to harm us again?"
Ziyang didn't speak, just looked at the man in white on the sea.
Feng Lan had no choice but to play the emotional card and said: "The sea water is too cold, how can you bear to let your brother and I go into the sea to save people in the middle of winter? Aren't you afraid that I will never come back out again? "
Zi Yang rolled his eyes slightly and said, "If it's a pheasant or a hare, it's nothing, but he is still a human being. We can't just die without saving him."
"If it was a pheasant and hare, I would have jumped down long ago. At least we two brothers can still eat a piece of meat." Feng Lan didn't think much about it, just said it casually, and after thinking about it carefully, she felt that something was wrong.
Zi Yang would not miss this opportunity. He sat on the railing on the side of the trestle and said with a smile: "You said this yourself. Don't keep your words."
Feng Lan quickly changed her words: "I don't want to eat meat."
When he said it, he splashed water. He wanted to block Ziyang's mouth in one fell swoop, but he didn't expect that he dug a deep hole for himself. It didn't matter that he dug a deep hole. The main reason was that he jumped in. This time he didn't want to It's not even possible to go into the sea to save people.
"Okay! You can do it! How dare you set a trap for me." Feng Lan put away the fishing rod, took off her bamboo hat, and complained while taking off her cotton-padded jacket.
Ziyang took the cotton-padded jacket, stretched his arms into the sleeves, and covered his abdomen with the front of the cotton-padded jacket. He said with a smile, "Isn't this forced by the situation? There's nothing I can do about it."
Feng Lan took off her shoes and stood on the edge of the trestle, trembling and hugging her arms tightly, gritting her teeth because of the cold: "You can't help it?! If you can't help it, I won't be like this."
thump!
Feng Lan jumped into the sea, only to see his arms hanging by his sides, his legs together, swinging like a fish's tail, and swimming forward quickly.
After a moment, Ziyang raised his palm and placed it flat on his forehead to block the dazzling sunlight. When he saw something pulling the man in white under the water, he knew that Feng Lan had arrived.
He hurriedly walked off the pier and came to the shore to wait. A dead fish washed up on the shore attracted his attention. He picked up the dead fish and observed it. The sun shone on his face through the small hole in the head of the dead fish. .
"Did someone kill this fish with a silver needle?" Zi Yang stared at the small hole that penetrated the dead fish's head and fell into deep thought.
Not long after, a head popped out of the shallow water. Feng Lan stood up suddenly, grabbed the man in white's ankle with one hand, and dragged him out of the water to the shore.
The man in white was dressed luxuriously, with a white jade belt around his waist. His face was bloodless and swollen, and his body was as stiff as ice. He must have been in the sea for a long time.
Feng Lan's nose was red, and his short silver-white hair was tightly packed together. He put his hands together and breathed in the hot air with his mouth. After putting on his cotton-padded jacket, he kept stepping on the ground with his feet.
He glanced at the man in white and said tremblingly: "This kid won't survive. Let's do a good deed and let him bury him in peace as soon as possible."
Zi Yang pretended not to hear. He first put two fingers out of the man's nostrils to see if he was still breathing. Then he lay on the man's chest with his face sideways to listen to see if his heartbeat was still there.
Finally, he folded his hands together and pressed the man's chest. After several twists and turns, the man in white spurted a large amount of seawater from his mouth, and Zi Yang stopped.
Seeing that the man was still breathing, Feng Lan pointed at him and yelled: "Damn it! If you want to die, die quickly. Don't waste people here half-dead!"
"This is fate. You go to the bridge to get the fish basket and bamboo hat, and I will carry him back to see if I can save him." Zi Yang squatted beside the man in white and said to him sideways.
Feng Lan grabbed his arm and said helplessly: "This kid's whole body is as cold as an ice bed. You can take your things home and heat up hot water, and I'll just carry him."
Ziyang turned around and walked a few steps before turning his head and reminding him carefully: "Most of the blood in his body has solidified. If you exert any force, his bones will break. Let him bask in the sun before you carry him away." .”
"Don't worry, I know it well." Feng Lan took off his cotton-padded jacket again and threw it to Zi Yang, for fear of getting wet from the sea water on the man in white.
Ziyang walked onto the trestle, put a bamboo hat on his head, carried the fishing basket on his back and a fishing rod in his hand, and hurried up the slope, quickly disappearing on the path full of weeds.
Feng Lan was wearing a thin sweater and sat with his legs crossed on the beach. The sea breeze blew from time to time on the sea. He gritted his teeth and said: "Hey~ you stinky boy! You made me suffer from the cold with you. What a shame today." unlucky."
Zi Yang returned home and put the big pot on the stove. After lighting up the fire, he poured cold water into the pot with a ladle. Then he sat on the wooden pier and kept throwing dry firewood into the mouth of the stove.
Suddenly, he stood up suddenly and walked to the window sill. He saw many peach stones drying on the windowsill. He took one casually, sat down on the wooden pier in front of the stove again, and began to rub the peach stones in his hands.
When the hot water in the pot boiled, Feng Lan happened to come back with the man in white on his back. He was flushed and panting, and asked quickly: "Is the hot water ready?"
Zi Yang opened the lid of the pot, nodded and said, "Okay, okay, but these shouldn't be enough."
Feng Lan carried the man in white directly into his room, because the only wooden bucket they had was placed in his room. He first picked up a bucket of cold water and poured it into the wooden bucket, then picked up a large pot and slowly poured it into the wooden bucket. Hot water was poured in.
Finally, he closed the lid of the bucket. After doing this, he finally collapsed on the bed and fell asleep without even having time to cover himself with a quilt.
Ziyang covered him with a quilt and walked out quietly.
