Faraway Wanderers

Chapter 52: Yamai

In the end, Wen Kexing failed to put the corpse of the dragonfinch off the bed that was pierced by the big iron pillars, and had to set the bed together, kill and set fire to the end, and carry out the evil goodness.

Zhang Chengling stood not far away, looking at the burning smoke, and suddenly his nose was sore, and somehow came from it. At this time, a hand was placed on his shoulder, Zhang Chengling looked up dimly, and saw Zhou Zishu's eyes glowing with fire, I do not know whether it is sadness or joy, I do not know whether to say to him or to himself: "What a cry, how can anyone not die?"

These are the rivers and lakes. Some people laugh and drink wildly. There are no traces of treacherous movements. There are no traces. Someone silently walks to the end in such a inaccessible place. There are only a few strangers with no thoughts. Take him to the Huangquan Road that is cold and sparse. Every day, young people are ecstatic to get closer to their dreams, and every day, some people die.

The three of them settled down in Sheshan Village. Wen Kexing found a large stone and erected it in front of the small cell with the blackened walls. It was engraved with "Bingchen Year, the 8th day of the first lunar month". The date is said to be written slowly until the beginning of next spring.

Zhou Zishu laughed and declined to comment. Zhang Chengling listened, but faintly rejoiced-he also felt that the organs here were heavy and weird everywhere, but now he felt that this place was like a paradise, so he didn't have to fight desperately. There is no need to be chased by anyone. Every day, I just practice and daze and get scolded by the master ... scold it, just scold, anyway, the master ca n’t really cut off his head as a night pot. One truth too.

There are several rooms next to the cell, some of them are guest rooms, some of them seem to be lived by people, but no one has been living for many years, and they have been ruined. Zhang Chengling, in order to express his filial piety, hastily packed up— —Although it is still very unsightly, but a few people are accustomed to the heavenly scenes, so it is just fine.

That night, when Zhou Zishu lay down and stumbled to sleep, he heard the door squeak open, a blast of cold wind poured in, and the person quickly closed it. Zhou Zishu was awake at that moment. , There is no sleepiness, but I do not know why, but did not open his eyes, as if he did not care.

Wen Kexing held the quilt and smiled cheaply and lewdly. He stood beside his bed and said, "I can't live in that room, and there is a puppet in the corner, a spider web in my head, like a little ghost, lying down. When he opened his eyes on the bed, he stared at him with big eyes ... "

Zhou Zishu closed his eyes and interrupted him, "You can turn him over."

Wen Kexing lowered the quilt in his hand and said, "I'm not interested in my ass. You go inside and make room for me."

Zhou Zishu said nothing, pretending to be dead.

Wen Kexing educated: "Axu, you must be compassionate in your life. You say you must build morals and do good. We have died together for so long. You have n’t even half a bed, is it appropriate? "

Zhou Zishu opened his eyes and glanced at him, and said, "I just felt inappropriate, but now I feel very suitable ..."

His voice stopped abruptly—because Wen Kexing decided to move faster than his heart, and started doing it himself, he just pushed his hand under his leg and bent his shoulders, lifted him up, and moved three feet into it. Sitting down happily, Dove lay down on the nest.

At the end, a contented sigh was also issued.

The bed was not small, but as soon as he squeezed it up, he immediately felt that it was difficult to even turn over. Zhou Zishu stiffened unobtrusively, barely turning over, and turned his back to him, turning himself Stuck in the quilt, as if you can't wait to sleep, but opened his eyes the moment he turned around, only to feel that nothing could close.

Wen Kexing seemed to feel that his bed was exceptionally comfortable. He turned over, moved, and looked like a big monkey scratching his head. This place is so big, and the other party ca n’t wait to make a small earthquake on the bedboard. Zhou Zishu felt every movement, and felt a sudden anxiety in his heart, and he wished he could kick him down.

After a while, Wen Kexing finally stopped. Zhou Zishu Qiang forced himself to close his eyes, trying to ignore the people behind him, but listening to Wen Kexing suddenly said: "Axu ..."

Zhou Zishu ignored him, and then he heard the sound of hair and pillows slamming each other. About the man turned his head to look at his back. When thinking of this, Zhou Zishu suddenly felt uncomfortable on his back, as if there was a little bug. After crawling like it, Wen Ke paused, and found that Zhou Zishu didn't want to talk, so he stretched out a claw of Lushan, gently put it on Zhou Zishu's side waist, and whispered: " Ah Su ... "

When Zhou Zishu was standing, all his hairs stood up, turning back in anger, cursing: "Don't you sleep? Go back to your own room and talk to the dummy!"

Wen Kexing pillowed his bent arm, looked at him sideways, and said with confidence: "I'm here, and you're going to sleep without saying a word, don't you know that I feel bad about you?"

Zhou Zishu said that the shamelessness of this man had reached the point where there were no ancients and no comers. He couldn't think of anything to say to him. Wen Kexing's dog paw on his waist seemed to be motionless. Jian Jian stunned in place for a while, Zhou Zishu subconsciously wanted to pat his hand away, but when he saw that Wen Kexing's dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, he changed his mind and turned over again. Lie down, there is a lot of meaning to sleep on this, a sentence: "You do it yourself."

Then he went very stiffly.

Wen Kexing percussion for a while, seeing that he is indeed a rare master in the world, full of determination, he also smiled silently behind him, and closed his eyes gently.

Until midnight, Wen Kexing suddenly felt that the people around him twitched slightly, and immediately woke up, knowing that it was midnight.

Xu Shi's cold quilt didn't keep warm. He fell asleep and fell asleep, and the two rolled to the same place. Zhou Zishu's back was slightly bent, and it looked like he was in his arms. Zhou Zishu would not sleep in the middle of the night. I have long been used to it. Only when I opened my eyes and heard the breath of someone nearby, I remembered that there was such a person around me, and I was a little embarrassed. Gritted my teeth.

Wen Kexing frowned, his arms tightened, raised his upper body slightly, and vacated a palm against his back, but did not dare to act lightly, and only asked softly, "Why, it hurts?"

Zhou Zishu didn't speak, he just consciously bent his back even harder, and clenched his fingers in the quilt—it would be the best to alternate with this midnight every day. After passing through, he would be able to adjust his breath and feel better.

He closed his eyes, and in the cold winter months, his forehead was sweating, trying to keep his breath as flat and slow as possible, but even so, Wen Kexing still heard some unstable shaking between his breath.

He silently embraced Zhou Zishu's entire shoulder and back, wrapped his other hand around his waist, and told his head to lean against his chest, gently calming him like a child with a nightmare. Holding his back.

Zhou Zishu's rare obedience.

At that moment, they were all awake, but they were silent, Wei Yang passed by the window at night, time and pain seemed to be extremely long, so long that they had to be unforgettable.

Zhou Zishu's mind was a bit stubborn, thinking of breaking up the platform in the day to make it worse, but at night, it seemed as if they depended on each other. Isn't that impermanence?