Faraway Wanderers

Wen Kexing seemed to smile, and he seemed to have a bit of indescribable sadness: "Does anyone still recognize his swordsmanship now?"

Zhou Zishu was silent for a moment, even if it was a skylight, it could not be completely leak-free, otherwise he would not be able to escape. The retreat of Qiu Mingjian was probably more than 20 years ago. Until now, no one knows that the couple will go later. Where did it go, and what happened.

He looked at Wen Kexing silently—Wen Kexing was sitting beside the fire, with a slight bow on his shoulders, and his eyes looked at Zhang Chengling awkwardly practicing his sword technique that his father had taught him in the past, and it was obvious The calmness and tranquility that can't be explained by a few points are really like the same as Wen Ruyu in Zhou Zishu's imagination.

I only heard Wen Kexing suddenly sing: "He who is away from me, the seed of him. He walks away, the center shakes. He who knows me is worried, and he who does not know me is what I ask. You long sky! This person! ? Peer Lili, Peer Spike ... "

His voice was extremely low, a little hoarse, dull, and chaotic with articulate words, and the word seemed to come from his chest, lingering in his throat, lingering The ground refused to come out.

The fire was burning Chai He, and "cracking" sounded. Zhang Chengling had a trick that he didn't understand. He wanted to come over to ask, but when he heard the song not far or near, he suddenly stopped.

When King Ping relocated and his family drifted, it was said that Doctor Zhou passed by Zong Zhouhaojing during the battle and saw that the palace room of the old Zongmiao had been ruined, and Zhu Yan was lonely. This tragedy.

I was hurt in a bust that was dead in the heyday, and I was hurt in the inextricable past life yesterday.

What is Zhang Chengling thinking about when he hears the song? He was just a child, but I am afraid that in this life, he would never have the courage to go back to the Jiangnan Zhangjia, a place that once carried too much of his happy childhood. Nowadays, I do n’t know how many tiles and rotten are left. Red mud, he must bear it for a lifetime.

Zhou Zishu narrowed his eyes, reached out and touched the hip flask from his waist, drank his head, and made a spicy punch, almost making him cry.

The one who knows me is worried, and the one who does not know me is asking ...

Wen Kexing seemed to bring such a bit of subtle self-mockery, humming these two sentences repeatedly, the corners of his eyes slowly bent, as if showing a little smile.

What did he ask for?

I do n’t know how long, no one spoke again, Wen Kexing's humming gradually faded, Zhang Chengling was holding the branch that was folded freely, as if holding a peerless sword carefully, already crooked to one side, and fell asleep Now, I don't know what I dreamed about, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but his brows were tangled together and refused to open.

Zhou Zishu got up, took off his robe, covered him gently, and sighed lowly, saying, "Lingzun's Tyumen 18th style is said to run across the martial arts. You only taught him three moves. I Look, none of the tricks is in the eighteen styles. But think about it, the autumn eighteen styles are ever-changing, but they are all from these three tricks. Brother Wen ... is really blue. "

Wen Kexing also lowered his voice, and said frankly: "He must be far worse than me in swordsmanship, but I don't know anything about his medical skills, so I will bandage a wound and know that I will cover my sweat with a cold."

Then he turned to look at Zhou Zishu: "How old is your old man's swordsmanship, what else do you know?"

Zhou Zishu and him were sitting around the fire, gathered their collars together, half of their hands retracted into their sleeves, and their fingertips were on fire, slowly saying, "There are witch doctors in the rivers and lakes who can't distinguish between medicine and poison. Gu, there is also a **** doctor valley that rescues the wounded and hangs the pot. Hear that the **** doctor valley does not excel in martial arts, but no one provokes them easily, so the heroine of Cigu is the disciple of the master of the valley doctor. A beautiful woman suddenly heard the news that she was marrying, but she did not know how many people broke her heart. "

Wen Kexing smiled softly when he heard the words, and teased, "You grandfathers, why do you know anything trivial? You have nothing to do all day long, have you inquired about it?"

Zhou Zishu also laughed: "But isn't it? That's the point."

The two remained silent for a while before Wen Kexing whispered: "It's been many years ago ..."

Xu is because they have some kind of indistinct resemblance. As soon as Zhou Zishu heard his singing and sighing, as if he could understand something, he couldn't help but bring some consolation to him, and said softly: "Lingzun Lingci, are very rare and good people. They are relatives of immortals, traveling around the rivers and lakes, and then living in seclusion together. If I could have such a day, I would really die tomorrow and be willing."

Wen Kexing smiled very lightly: "Good guy?"

I do n’t know if it was because the night was too peaceful, his expression was a little confused, and he whispered: "I haven't thought of it for so many years, and some people remember them, and some people say they are good. What do you say is good? Why do you want to be good? "

Zhou Zishu was about to speak. Suddenly, there was a little movement in Zhang Chengling's side. As soon as the teenager's breathing was delayed, the frequency changed. Zhou Zishu didn't look back and knew that he had a nightmare again, and woke up for a moment.

Zhang Chengling didn't say a word, just nested there silently, holding Zhou Zishu's robe and the broken tree branch, listening.

In this way, when Zhou Zishu came to his mouth, he swallowed back and thought carefully for a while before he said lightly: "Not everyone in this world is a good person, but most people are also Those who are willing to be good people, even if they are not really good people, will act as good people as possible. "

He paused for a while and then continued: "As for why ... I think it may be because you are good to others, and you do n’t want to hurt others. Do good things, others will be good to you. Only be a good person, you will There will be friends, loved ones, and loved ones, and there will be many people who are willing to be with you and be nice to you. If you have only one person in your life, you are always on guard against everyone except yourself, with whom They are not close, they have no feelings for anyone, and can only hurt themselves. Isn't it too pitiful? Being a bad person is too bitter. "

Wen Kexing listened for a while, and for a while, he smiled and shook his head.

Zhou Zishu said nothing, but added firewood to the fire. Wen Kexing lowered his head, stared at the flames, and shook his head, but his movements became slower and slower.

Finally, he crossed his hands, put it behind his head, and lay down on his back, facing the starry night sky, exhaling a long breath, and said in an inaudible way: "You are right ... Axu, you are right Makes sense. "

Zhou Zishu smiled.

Wen Kexing asked himself, "Hateful people ... must there be pity?"

Zhou Zishu said: "Good."

Wen Kexing didn't care whether he could see or not, nodded his head, and then solemnly commented: "Axu, I found that even if you are not a beauty, you are more and more appetite for me."

Zhou Zishu knew that he was serious for a moment, and wanted to regain his state of mind, so he twitched his lips and ignored him.

Wen Kexing held up his elbow on one side, raised his face with a smile and looked at Zhou Zishu, and said, "I don't think you need to envy the old man and the old lady. Follow me in the future, and you can swim in the rivers and lakes, She lives in seclusion and doesn't have to die tomorrow. I don't mind making up with you, what do you say? "

Zhou Zishu said facelessly, "I'm sorry, I mind. Brother Wen, you look at me too high."

Wen Kexing laughed, and then in the insignificant minor tune of "Beauty, why are you covering your face, brother and I can't hide my heart", admiring Zhou Zi's sorrow for breaking off the stick with which he pulled the firewood? , Had to pretend to be deaf and dumb. Indecently suppressing his happiness over the anger of others without feeling guilty, only to feel at ease.

In the early morning of the second day, Zhang Chengling came over holding Zhou Zishu's robe, handed it to him, and whispered, "Thank you, Master."

Zhou Zishu took it, put on it, glanced at him, and said, "Let's go back to Gaojiazhuang."

Zhang Chengling's footsteps still followed him silently, as if he was an upset boy.

Wen Kexing looked on coldly and comforted: "Your master is determined to mingle with the heroes all over the world, stunned by snakes and mice, and now lives in Gaojiazhuang, you might as well follow Zhao Daxia, you can always look for it he."

Then he quickly added: "Of course you can also come to me at any time."

Zhou Zishu walked in front of him and heard the words turned back, "When did I say I would stay with this group of people?"

Wen Kexing put his hand around his chin and asked with a smile: "Aren't you staying?"

Zhou Zishu frowned, "Don't stay."

Wen Kexing glanced at Zhang Chengling and asked, "Really?"

"Do not……"

Zhou Zishu subconsciously followed Zhang Chengling with him, and saw that the young man was staring at him without blinking, his eyes looked like a trembling little rabbit, with a look of anticipation, but he did not dare to be too obvious. Zhou Zishu looked over, busy pursing his lips, and made a determined face. The words below Zhou Zishu automatically disappeared, hummed, and turned and strode forward.

Wen Kexing was afraid that the world would pat Zhang Chengling's head without chaos, and said with emotion: "Axu, do you think we are like a family of three?"

Zhou Zishu then went faster.

Wen Kexing really regarded himself as a father, and said to Zhang Chengling with a kind face: "It's all right and left, the road is still long, can I tell you a story?"

Zhang Chengling nodded obediently, and heard Wen Kexing smugly say, "There is a demon boy named Red Babe living under the Five Elements Mountain. He lives with a group of demon monsters. Of course, he really doesn't care much. This group of things, just feel that they have nothing to do all day long ... "

He seemed to be quite proficient in this way. Zhou Zishu was walking in front of him. Hearing Wen Kexing's frustration and whispering, he coaxed Zhang Chengling's stupid boy to follow him. It was found that the scum named Wen also had a sense of Mr. Storyteller walking away with one mouth open.

"... The red child knew that his life was actually extraordinary. His mother-in-law was a big white snake, known as the white lady. Because she was private and communicated with mortals, she was found by an old monk called Fahai and was crushed. Under Huashan ... "

Zhou Zishu was tripped over by a stone suddenly, and almost hit the ground.

"... The red child wanted to split the mountain to save his mother. The old monk Fahai contacted a dry **** and was defeated by him. But who knows that the fairies in the original cave also turned against the water and wanted to put him to death."

Zhou Zishu had no idea what to say, but Zhang Chengling was nervous and asked, "Why?"

Wen Kexing said: "This is actually a secret. The white lady wasn't originally a white snake, but a mere mortal. Somehow she passed on to others, and she was treated as a fairy by the people. She was under Huashan. You think, If she was released, wouldn't the parents of the red child all become mortals, wouldn't he be a mortal himself? "

Zhang Chengling listened stupidly: "Oh mortal ... I still don't understand ..."

Wen Kexing laughed and said, "You're stupid, it's not my race, it's different."

Zhou Zishu heard a move in his heart, and seemed to have a vague idea, but did not have time to catch it, and flashed quickly. Just listen to Zhang Chengling and ask: "Is that red baby dead? Has the mountain split?"

Wen Kexing thought about it and asked, "I haven't programmed it yet. What do you think?"

Zhang Chengling said decisively: "He must have won a group of fairies, rescued his mother, and finally became an omnipotent hero!"

Wen Kexing added: "Well ... it's okay, but it seems a bit boring. It's said in nine of the ten books, then ... it's better to let the red child become a mortal from now on, and never be able to fly away again. Is that right? "

Zhang Chengling said "Ah" and felt that the ending was a bit regrettable, and couldn't say anything about it. He looked up at Wen Kexing and felt that the senior was very good and very good at speaking. He gave birth to a close heart and tried Says, "Senior tell me another story?"

Wen Kexing finally found a loyal audience, and felt that the boy was very face-saving and very preached, so he opened the conversation box and successively talked about "owl and a bowl of red water", "Ginger Ziya vs. Bone Essence", "Cui Yingying Angrily Treasure Chest" A series of novel and interesting stories returned to Gaojiazhuang in Dongting just like this.

When the three talents arrived, they bumped into Cao Weining. The Jun met Zhang Chengling for a moment, and shouted, "Oh my little master, where are you going with these two grandpas, Zhao Daxia is looking for you and going crazy!"

Zhou Zishu said: "We accidentally saw this child running out alone, and went after him, without saying goodbye, and ..."

Before he finished speaking, Cao Weining pulled him, saying: "You can miss the big news, hurry up, everyone's head is almost a dog's head!"