The wilderness is vast and the mountains are silent. There are still candles flickering in the city, but it is already dark outside the city.
A young man staggered along the riverside, which was covered with rough stones. There were still faint traces of blood among the tattered coarse linen shirt on his body.
He squatted in a shallow water and stretched out his hand as if to wash his hands. When the cold river water touched his scarred hands, the stinging sensation still made him cry out.
His hand shook unconsciously, and after hesitating for a moment, he still put his hand in.
The cold river water soaked into the young man's hands, revealing his original pale skin.
He struggled to rub his hands in the water. After a long time, he finally let out a long sigh and fell to the ground.
Not far away are mountains. Although they are not high, they are deep and dark, as if they are about to suck in everything in the night at any time.
The only sound in his ears was the occasional chirping of birds at night. Perhaps the wind at night made him feel a little bit cold. The young man finally stood up with his hands on the ground.
But at this moment, a faint sound of breathing reached his ears.
He turned his head in surprise.
The breath was so weak that it seemed almost nonexistent. If it hadn't been for this late night, he would definitely not have noticed it.
He originally wanted to ignore it and turn around and leave, but the weak breathing gradually became thicker and turned into a deep breathing sound, as if he had a strong desire to survive.
After hesitating for a while, he still couldn't hold back and walked forward along the wet river. A mile away, in the low-lying area of a large field of water plants, a shadow fell into his eyes.
The young man quickly stepped forward and pulled away the water plants, only to find that there was a half-grown child lying there. It looked like he was not much younger than him. Half of his body was submerged in the water, and his whole body must have been scratched by sharp stones in the water. of various wounds.
He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and dragged him out with difficulty.
Maybe he was injured, but when he finally dragged the semi-conscious boy to the shore, he also fell to the ground, breathing heavily. But at the same time, he kept pushing the person next to him with his hand: "Hey, wake up."
The semi-conscious young man was pulled ashore by a huge force. Perhaps after leaving the cold and biting river water, his consciousness seemed to gradually come back to him, and he murmured: "Hungry——"
"What?"
He frowned and leaned over. It took him a while to hear clearly what the man lying on the ground was mumbling. He cursed damn it, but still took out a small naan cake from his arms. Stuffed it into his mouth.
It was as if the dying grass in the desert had encountered manna. The young man who was almost exhausted suddenly reached out and grabbed the exposed part of the naan in his hand. For a moment it was as if someone was taking the food away from his mouth.
"are you OK?"
After the young man devoured the naan in his hand, he raised his arms and climbed up from the ground. Perhaps the food he had just eaten had restored some of his vitality. He whispered with a slightly trembling voice: "Thank you for saving me. Got me."
"Why are you in the water?"
"Me," the weak young man said in a panic, "I was hungry for too long, so I couldn't help but steal food from Mr. Chen's house. They found me, beat me up, and threw me into the moat."
"How old are you?"
"Twelve years old."
It turns out that he is only two years younger than me.
The young man in the shadow opposite seemed to sigh lightly, patted the dust on his hands, stood up and wanted to leave: "That's all, you didn't care about anything about me originally."
But the boy who was sitting on the ground didn't know where he got the strength. He jumped up and rushed forward to hug his arm tightly.
He felt someone suddenly hit him on his back. He had no time to think, so he instinctively stretched out his other hand and aimed a hard blow at the person's shoulder.
A thin body flew out like a fragile butterfly and landed near the water plants just now.
"Ahem——
cough--"
The young man coughed violently, and the naan he had just swallowed seemed to be spit out with the cough.
He groaned in annoyance and hurried forward: "Don't sneak up on me from behind."
"Brother, don't leave."
With a faint sound of mosquitoes and flies, the weak young man raised his head and looked at him with tears in his eyes.
Only then did he realize that although he was only two years younger than himself, he looked much shorter than him.
"So what if I don't leave, you won't have more food."
"But you saved me," the young man's eyes were moist, but he kept looking at him, "I was a wanderer since I was a child. I was beaten and scolded, and they always told me to die. You were the first person to save me."
Out of nowhere, a strong wind blew up.
The originally calm flowing river suddenly became violent, and the sound of waves echoed through the dark night sky.
He suddenly remembered the days when he was beaten and scolded on the street before he was ten years old. The bleeding place where the stones were thrown had long since healed, but occasionally he still felt a dull pain in the middle of the night.
"I saved you, but who can save me?" He smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly.
There seemed to be something falling on the face in the darkness, one drop after another, and it started to rain.
The weak young man in front of him said nothing, but looked at him closely.
His heart suddenly moved.
"what's your name?"
The eyes of the young man who fell to the ground suddenly brightened, but then dimmed.
"I don't have a name. I've been alone since I can remember, so no one named me."
He slowly squatted down.
A huge thunder struck through the dark night sky.
A loud "boom" sound frightened the young man sitting on the ground so much that he trembled instinctively.
But at that moment, his surroundings were as bright as day.
Only then did he really see the person squatting in front of him.
The face under the thunder was so pale that there was almost no blood. In the eyes that looked at him, he unexpectedly found that there was a color that ordinary people did not have, and a long snow-white hair hanging down.
"Did my appearance scare you?"
The person opposite spoke calmly.
He shook his head violently. Although his appearance was so different from ordinary people's, that face was really beautiful. It was so beautiful that it reminded him of those rich ladies he had seen in the city.
"If you really want to follow me, I'll give you a name."
The young man nodded happily.
"By the way, my surname is Wen."
The air seems to be gray.
A white bird fluttered past.
As if he felt that the person riding the horse beside him was distracted, Gu Jianghe immediately relaxed his strength in his hand.
With a cry of "neigh", the horse under him suddenly stopped.
The horse's strength also caused the other two to stop.
"Sir, what's wrong?" Jiuxia turned the horse's head, a little surprised.
Gu Jianghe did not answer, but looked at Wen Jirou who also stopped.
"He seems to have recognized you?"
The doctor's sensitivity has long made her accustomed to observation. Even though she just passed by on horseback for only a moment, she still recognized the person in the tea shed. The disbelief in his eyes must have been something unbelievable. thing.
Wen Jirou lowered his head and smiled.
"I didn't expect that someone like me would actually think of me."
"I could feel it when he was following you. He was more nervous about you than himself." Gu Jianghe turned his head. He had just ridden his horse for a few miles, and the tea shed was already out of their sight, but She seems to be the same person standing in the tea shed, "You disguise yourself like this and he can recognize you at a glance."
"It was easy to save his life at first."
Gu Jianghe laughed: "Look, someone is still thinking about you, right?"
The fog seemed to be gradually dissipating.
Wen Jirou raised her head and glanced: "The fog will dissipate and Sifeng appears here. It must be that the Holy Emperor's spies are also nearby. Let's leave quickly to avoid exposing our whereabouts."
A ray of light passed through the fog and sprinkled on the tea shed.
The sky finally got bright.
The people in front of the tea shed were still standing there motionless, looking in a daze in the direction where the three horses had disappeared.
He could feel the warmth of the light shining on his face. The warmth was like fireworks, blooming the most brilliant light in his originally dark sight.
The boy who reached out to him in the darkest days of his childhood, he swore at that time that no matter what happened, as long as he didn't die, he would always be by his side.
But later——
Si Feng suddenly came back to his senses and shook his head violently.
If that was really the master, he stretched out his right hand, and a ferocious scar hovered on it.
He suddenly used all his strength to hold his right hand into a circle, and the force severely bulged the veins in his right hand. The originally terrifying scar became even more ferocious because of his strength.
If that was really the master, he had to find him before the Holy Spirit's spies found him.
Even if he dies this time, his soul will float to his side and protect him.
"My guest, my guest."
The old man ran up and tried to wipe Sifeng's feet with the rag in his hand: "This tea has just been boiled, be careful not to burn it."
But he took a step back suddenly, and the old man missed the opportunity and almost fell to the ground.
He took out a piece of silver from his pocket and threw it on the table. Sifeng grabbed the long sword on the table with his right hand and walked behind the tea shed in a few steps.
It turned out that a fine brown horse was tied behind the tea shed.
He grabbed the reins and climbed onto the horse without hesitation.
"drive."
A long roar erupted from the horse's nose, and a cloud of dust rose from the ground.
"Dad, who are these people? You are so generous." The young man behind the stove saw the horse's hooves disappear from sight, and trotted all the way to the old man's side, but his eyes fell on the shining silver ingots on the table. . An An rubbed his hands together, trying to reach out for the silver ingot on the table.
The rag in the old man's hand hit him on the head.
"Dad, what are you doing? It hurts so much." The young man suddenly felt pain, held his head in his hands and screamed.
The old man rolled his eyes at him angrily and put the silver ingots on the table into his arms: "Don't ask if you shouldn't ask. You can meet anyone on the edge of this official road. If you want to save your life, just close your door." If you sell your tea honestly and honestly, if you meet a generous customer, the reward will be enough to feed us for several days. If you meet a customer who is not easy to mess with, your life may be at risk."
