Zhang Zhuxun was slapped in the face by Wu Xiaoxie and almost scolded him for being autistic, but because he was wrong, he didn't dare to talk back, so he could only lower his eyes and remain silent.
In that letter, he only said that he had left the Qinling Mountains and was going to a very dangerous place to complete a very important thing. Then he told Wu Xiaoxie that he would be waiting for him in Changbai Mountain and asked him to find a The guide named Shunzi leads the way.
What Wu Xiaoxie was really angry about was that Zhang Zhuxun left the Qinling Mountains without even leaving a message, and then disappeared for three months without seeing anyone alive or dead, but he suddenly appeared again when he was frustrated and desperate. Only a simple notice was left, without even a superfluous explanation. Immediately afterwards, his third uncle also asked him to come to Yunding Tiangong, and he hurried forward and backward. Even the guide who arranged the arrangement was the same person. To say that there was nothing fishy, ghost Don't believe it.
He has never understood what the third uncle is doing. He has been led by the other party from beginning to end, and now Muyu is also involved, which makes him feel that he is being excluded, like a fool, being manipulated by himself. The people closest to you plot.
It feels really uncomfortable to be kept in the dark.
Pan Zi stepped forward and put his arms around Zhang Zhuxun's shoulders to smooth things over, "It's okay as long as everything is fine. We are all our own people. Let's talk about it. Brother Muyu, what you did is really scary to the mistress. .”
"That's right, that's right. We're all brothers. If anything doesn't go well, let's just have a fight." The fat man said a fight, but he held Wu Xiaoxie's arm.
Wu Xiaoxie followed his strength and let go of his hand, letting out a "hum".
The little brother stood aside and watched for a while. Seeing that the two of them had no intention of fighting, he safely carried the knife and went to check the stone sculpture of the coiled dragon entwined in the snow.
Zhang Zhuxun also breathed a sigh of relief. He took out a sweet potato that had been roasted in firewood ash from his pocket and took it out to warm his hands. He stuffed it into Wu Xiaoxie's hand and said with a smile: "Calm down, I'm hungry." Come on, I’ll put this on your belly first, it’s still hot, I’ve also made a hot pot, and I’ll wait for you to come.”
Wu Xiaoxie divided the sweet potato into three parts and gave them to Pan Zi, Fatty and the little brother to eat. Then he walked back and continued to stare at Zhang Zhuxun with an expressionless face.
Zhang Zhu held his forehead and sighed, yes, he was still angry.
With the tip of his nose, the fat man had already sniffed the scent of hot pot and dug into the rock crevice.
Monk Hua helped Chen Pi'asi regain consciousness and went over there. He stood at the opening and waited for Ye Cheng, who had already emerged from inside, to whisper something in Chen Pi'asi's ear. Then the old man called his people in.
Poor Shunzi was carried in by Pan Zi. After checking the sealing stone, the younger brother turned around and glanced at Zhang Zhuxun and the two who were deadlocked in place.
Zhang Zhuoxun waved to him, "You go in first."
After the younger brother also entered the crevice, only Zhang Zhuxun and the cold-faced Wu puppy were left in the snow.
A snowflake floated on the tip of Zhang Zhuxun's nose, causing him to sneeze, rub his nose, look at Wu Xiaoxie and ask, "Are you really not hungry?"
Wu Xiaoxie's face stiffened, and he stared down at his feet with an unnatural expression, and whispered: "My legs are frozen and I can't move."
Zhang Shuxun was stunned for a moment, but when he realized it, he couldn't help but laugh. He knelt down and patted his legs, squeezed and moved them, then stood up and supported him, "Okay, try to move."
After regaining his freedom, Wu Xiaoxie thanked him in a low voice, and then said: "I know there must be a reason why you can't say anything, but next time where you go, remember to tell me, so that I can at least know ..." Where to find someone.
Don't be like a stuffy oil bottle, coming and going without a trace, as if there is nothing in this world worthy of him leaving behind.
Zhang Zhuoxun put away the smile on his face and nodded solemnly, "Okay, I will remember it."
After speaking, he patted Wu Xiaoxie's head and said, "Let's go, let's go in, too late. Fatty will eat all the meatballs I cooked."
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The two of them went inside. The fat man was already holding a bowl and devouring his food. The iron basin was also full of meat slices, which were almost cooked.
Zhang Zhuxun quickly pulled Wu Xiaoxie over and grabbed a bowl for him.
The ingredients prepared aside were all eaten up by a group of old men in a short while. The fat man didn't have enough time, so he grabbed the self-heating rice in Zhang Zhuxun's backpack. After eating, his belly was full. He sat down and squinted. He squinted his eyes like a Maitreya Buddha.
The temperature in front of the hot spring was already high, and after eating a hot meal, the fat man was so hot that he was sweating profusely. He took off his shirt and folded a bag with meatballs in it to use as a fan.
He looked at Zhang Zhuxun, who had been wearing a coat since he came in, and then looked around at the people around him. Except for the younger brother, they all took off their clothes. He couldn't help but wonder: "Muyu, you have a fan on your body, don't you feel it?" Is it hot?"
Zhang Zhuoxun raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead without leaving a trace, and said casually: "Ah, it's not hot."
The fat man stared at Zhang Zhuxun suspiciously, and suddenly hissed, "Fat man, why do you think you have lost a lot of weight? Have you lost weight?"
The more I looked at him, the more I felt something was wrong, so I simply came up to him and started to take off Zhang Zhuo's clothes, "Take off your clothes, Fatty, and take a look."
"Hey, what are you doing?" Zhang Zhuxun was startled and hurriedly grabbed his clothes. Like a yellow-flowered girl who was molested by a bully, he kicked the fat man until he rolled twice on the ground. He stared, smiled and cursed, "You have the nerve to die in public, fat man."
The fat man didn't care about the trivial matters. He got up and patted his butt, pointed at Zhang Zhuxun and said to Wu Xiaoxie: "Innocent, let's get in together. There must be something hidden in this kid's clothes!"
"What the hell! What are you two doing? Stop! Don't come over!" Zhang Zhuoxun looked horrified and quickly stood up to get into the tent, but the fat man jumped up and grabbed his left leg, causing him to trip. Wu Xiaoxie He also took the opportunity to pounce on the two of them.
Pan Zi watched the three people quarreling together, smiled, lit a cigarette, and offered one to the boy on the side, but the boy shook his head and refused.
"Shit!" Zhang Zhuoxun knocked Wu Xiaoxie and Fatty over and stacked them together, gasped and hid at a safe distance, waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay, no more fun."
The fat man helped Wu Xiaoxie up, eager to move forward, as if he would not give up until he achieved his goal.
Zhang Zhuoxun had a headache. Fatty was too careful and originally wanted to hide it so as not to worry them. If Wu Xiaoxiao knew about it, he would definitely break the casserole and ask the truth.
Zhang Zhuoxun sighed, unzipped and took off his clothes, "Let's take a look."
Under the bright yellow light, Zhang Zhu looked at the red-brown lines from his right shoulder to his upper arm exposed in his vest.
