At that time, Ge Zhu was just a submissive child under the protection of An Ning. He had a little intelligence and some ideas of his own, but most of the time he still played the role of the good kid.
At that time, in the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, he was already the most powerful boy in the world. He was dressed in bright clothes and angry with his horse. He was young and frivolous. At that time, the world did not know his name, but it was only at that time.
At that time, Xiaojiu was just a quiet, silent, weird, indifferent girl, as proud as a princess and as humble as a grassroots.
At this point in time, Ge Sheng sat next to the spring of the fourth year of Qingli. The white cat made a slight purr of happiness and swallowed the delicious fish. The girl stood there silently covering the ice house, with the endless blue lake in the background. .
Many times later, the three people recalled this scene in different backgrounds and on different occasions.
Human beings always have more or less beautification and longing for the time that cannot be returned, so the three of them have more or less forgotten and added something.
In this more or less, the real past is gradually distorted by memory, but for Ge Sheng.
The silent, quiet blue-haired girl, alone, picked up the ice bricks one by one with her hands, and a simple and somewhat vulgar igloo gradually took shape from scratch.
This is not a very beautiful picture, but anyone who has seen this picture can never forget it.
So in many choices in life, this boy chose to stand silently behind Xiao Jiu.
Because Ge Sheng remembered that thank you too much.
That warm and quiet smile looked like crying and relief.
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The beeping red flames are surrounded by light cyan smoke, which is moist unburned carbon, because some of the temporarily collected firewood still retains the dew from last night's frost.
Ge Sheng looked at the man's face illuminated by the firelight, feeling slightly in a trance.
He suddenly appeared during the Emperor's Oath, but it had no effect. At the beginning, he was severely wounded and humiliated by the guy disguised as Ge Lian.
But he never seemed to realize this. As the Emperor's Oath progressed, he displayed his incredible knowledge more and more, and when Ou Ye finally guessed his identity, he was trembling and did not dare to take action.
But who he actually is, Ge Sheng doesn't know.
Then when he came today, he sat there, greeted him calmly, and then told him something about Xiaojiu.
But that's all. Even Xiaojiu obviously didn't have any emotion called trust towards him, and it was more of a gesture toward strangers.
But still don't know who he is.
The outline of his face under the firelight had the most charming coldness of a man, like a mountain made of ten thousand years of black ice, but there was also a vague softness that belonged to a boy. Ge Sheng guessed that he could not be more than twenty years old at most, and Really very good looking.
However, at noon, Xiaojiu set up the igloo, and then it was lunch time. However, Xiaojiu’s food storage for this week was all stored in the igloo, so she had to dig up a few pieces of sweet potatoes from familiar foraging places. I washed it by the lake and brought it to the two guests.
It's just that one of the guests didn't want to settle for lunch that way.
The soft and moist mud at the bottom of the lake is wrapped with ocher-red sweet potatoes. In the late autumn wilderness, there are a lot of dry firewood. A small ball of golden flame can be rubbed to light a lush bonfire.
When the flames of the bonfire change from light green to red, you can throw in the slightly hardened mud. The man who suddenly came looked at the sudden rise of sparks like broken gold. It was the mud that turned the burning charcoal star over. Qi: "It's already autumn, how confident are you in your stomach if you still eat it raw like this? If you wait until winter, is it possible that little girl will hold a snowball to eat it?"
"I want you to take care of it!" Xiaojiu wrote angrily. It wasn't that she had a soft spot for raw food, but that she couldn't get angry at all.
She had tried drilling wood earlier, but Xiaojiu quickly realized that the things in the book might not be true, at least not to her. The strength and durability of the girl's wrist almost destined her to be unable to do this at the age of ten.
She had once collected fire and tried to preserve it, but unfortunately one of the three skirts she brought with her was burned during the preservation process. She finally swore that she would never touch fire again.
By the way, the second skirt was destroyed by Ge Sheng, so she would not hesitate to plunder the spoils at that time, and she has always been resentful about it.
So when this strange guy mentioned this taboo thing to her, she didn't like it at all.
Ge Sheng looked at the blond man busy in front of the fire, and the image of the mysterious master in his mind suddenly became a little loose. He couldn't help but ask: "What is your name?"
"What's your name?" The blond man looked at the fire, pulled out a piece of firewood, and said softly: "If we meet by chance, just call me Spring in the Fourth Year of Qingli."
Ge produces black lines.
Ge Sheng naturally knew that Qingli was the current year name of the Ste Empire, but if today was used as a pseudonym, then it would be better to call it Qingli in the third year of autumn. How could it be so random and not even sincere in giving a pseudonym.
"Ster?" Xiaojiu wrote and asked.
In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, he was noncommittal. He looked at the red bonfire in front of him and said to himself: "Actually, roasted sweet potatoes seem simple. They can be as big as Zhongding's house or as small as a beggar on the street. Everyone has his own way and eats his own food. Law."
"Usually roasted sweet potatoes are just placed in charcoal ashes and simmered with residual heat. This method is often not cooked thoroughly, and eating them raw makes people unbearable." In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, it was said that it was like a treasure: "There are also people who dig holes on the spot and place them. Put the sweet potatoes in it, bake them on the charcoal fire, and dig them out when the fire is gone. They will be golden in color, soft and sweet, and have the fragrance of earth in them. It is excellent."
"If you are generous, you can also take pear charcoal and cook it in a copper stove. The charcoal is inside and outside the melon, and it is picked up with a silver shovel. It can also be used for entertainment at home, but it will be indecent to eat and difficult to enter the house."
Ge Sheng was fascinated by what he heard, and even Xiao Jiu couldn't help but feel moved. He could talk so much about eating a roasted sweet potato, and it felt like he had put all his life's pursuits into eating. Such a person would be happy no matter where he is. Not annoying.
"As for me, I have a unique skill." He boasted in the spring of the fourth year of Qingli: "I ate the beggar's chicken in the north of Os, but it was wrapped in lotus leaves and then coated with several layers of wet mud. This was originally used by beggars. The trick was because the stolen chicken had no stove or pot, so it was difficult to cook, so I had to find this convenient method. The chicken was so tender that it made people want to eat it. Later, when I was roasting sweet potatoes, I remembered this method and followed the same method. It has a unique flavor that makes people fall in love with it. But it’s hard to make a meal without rice. If I hadn’t met you, I wouldn’t have such a good taste. "
Xiaojiu was shocked and thought to himself: This spring of the fourth year of Qingli must be from the Steren family, but now he is in the hinterland of Lanye. Just talking about his experiences just now seems to have lived in Aos for a while. Seeing that he is only twenty years old, he has traveled so much. Knowledge, even though I don’t know what his true strength is, I’m afraid it is definitely not trivial.
In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, he estimated that it was almost time, so he put out the fire with sand and soil. He took out the mud ball that was as burnt as coke with his bare hands without hesitation, gently crushed the hard mud shell, and then wrapped it with leaves. He handed it to Ge Sheng Xiaojiu: "Please use it."
Ge Sheng took it and felt that the aroma was so strong that it almost made him want to die. However, Xiao Jiu looked at the leaf he handed over and did not reach out, but raised his head: "Who are you!"
He smiled lightly, stretched out his palm with his palm facing up, and saw a golden flame suddenly rising there, dancing and twisting into a golden badge, and then handed it over: "You must recognize this."
It was a badge condensed from flames, but it could be held in the palm of the hand. It only felt like warm jade but was not hot at all.
The badge only has a golden sword drawn diagonally in the center, which is simple and clean.
But Xiaojiu's breathing suddenly became rapid.
She raised her head, and her aqua blue eyes became serious. She looked nothing like the willful and naive girl before: "Xia?"
She raised her hand to write that simple character, with sharp hooks and the sword energy of gold and stone.
This character was not supposed to be so powerful, but Xiaojiu knew who he was and how to write this powerful character.
"No." In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, he shook his head: "I am not a disciple of that saint, but that saint's brand is very useful, and I happened to have met that saint before, and that saint also taught me something. "
"Someone entrusted me to come here to be your guard, that's all." He smiled slightly, and the smile was reassuring: "That's all."
