Xin Yi woke up, her eyes were blankly open, tears were gurgling down her cheeks, and every wound hurt.

She didn't feel anything. I didn't quite know whether it was a dream or reality, but my eyes widened in confusion, and three words went over and over in my mind, like a nightmare, noisy, and painful.

Li Jingxiao.

……

Suddenly, Xin Yi felt a pair of warm hands caress her face, with a callus for practicing martial arts, and gently wiped away her tears.

Through the moonlight outside the house, Xin Yi saw clearly the man who walked to her couch at some point: Chang Rongguang.

He was probably woken up by the slightest movement, and was leaning over to wipe her tears, this time, his movement to wipe his tears was unexpectedly gentle, and although his fingertips were a little cold, they were as warm as they were.

Xin Yi looked at him stunned, very similar to the face of a little brother, and began to stir memories and reality again.

One eyebrow and one glance, but there are four or five points like a little brother, a scholar-like warm line, eyebrows like paint, a nose like a gall, too dark eyes like the darkest star in the night sky.

However, it doesn't look too much like that. Time silently shrouded his face with a coldness, and he couldn't provoke him at all when he was in the red dust, and there was a slight coldness between his eyebrows, which seemed to be laughing at the world.

The moonlight poured down behind him, like a white mist, like a cloud of smoke, and it set off the changing clouds at the bottom of his eyes.

The moonlight was too cold, the eyes were too light, and the moment was too quiet, and only the heavy heartbeat of the two could be heard.

After a long time, Xin Yi blinked, and a tear that had been hanging in his eyes for a long time flowed down, and then before it rolled to his lips, he was wiped away by the slightly cool fingertips.

"Have a nightmare?" Chang Rongguang rarely took the initiative to speak, and his voice was very dark, the same as the night.

Xin Yi nodded, pondered for a long time, and wanted to apologize, but saw Chang Rongguang move his own quilt, spread it on the ground in front of her couch, and lay down like that.

"You...... You don't have to...... It's cold to sleep on the ground, and it's awkward...... I'll just rest for a while, it's okay to dream......" Xin Yi was a little embarrassed, thinking that the man had been in a coma for three days, and had been on the floor for three days, how could he be affected again.

However, Chang Rongguang ignored her, lying on his side on the ground, facing the moonlight outside the house, unable to see his expression clearly, and after a while, there was a longer breathing.

He fell asleep.

Xin Yi sighed. Whatever he advises, this person doesn't listen at all, and he can't drag the half-ruined body and move him back again.

However, Xin Yi also guessed the meaning of his action, because he was afraid that he would have nightmares again, so he kept her to sleep, and with a slight gratitude in his heart, he also lay down again, staring at the back of the man's back to her head for a while.

She found that the man's dark hair was excellent. Especially in the moonlight, it shimmers like satin. It's a pity that he doesn't care much about himself, and he scatters like rattan every day, which hides most of the elegance.

I'll have to find a time to take care of it. is also within the power of the hand, and he will be given some kindness.

Xin Yi thought so, and felt tired after a while, and fell asleep after a while.

This time there really wasn't a nightmare, and when I opened my eyes, the misty sunlight was already gilded with gold.

The sky dawned early in August, and before the mountain fog had cleared, the daylight was as bright as broken gold, illuminating every hair and pore.

Xin Yi was also sober, and took care of the wooden pieces that Chang Rongguang set up in the house, and couldn't help but sigh again at the ingenuity of those wooden pieces.

Although her temples were swollen from the pain all over her body, and her internal organs were stirring, the wooden work could always take care of her height, strength, and angle, so that she could cope with the basic life by herself without too much discomfort.

Xin Yi looked around, the hour was still early, but Chang Rongguang was no longer in the house, and a bowl of breakfast was placed on the board, still hot, and there was a burst of osmanthus fragrance.

Xin Yi shook the four-wheeled cart over, and saw a bowl of soup cakes, as thin as leek leaves, white as porcelain jade, like banana leaves, as if freshly made this morning, there was a layer of honey-stained osmanthus floating on the soup noodles, and the golden honey sauce was like a round of orange moon in the soup, sweet and fragrant.

Xin Yi couldn't help but gurgle in his stomach. Soup cakes (Note 1) are all over the streets of Chang'an City, and the people also like to eat early, and it is common to pick a pick on the street in the early morning, the fire is boiling and the water is boiling, the soup cakes fly into like snowflakes, the pedestrians are drooping downwind, and the children and servants are looking at the empty and evil hope. The speaker licks his lips and the attendant swallows dryly (Note 2). However, people often add pepper orchid and Wu salt, and rarely make it sweet.

But looking at this sea bowl at the moment, Xin Yi doesn't hate it, the white soup cake is golden honey sauce, and the soup is clear and osmanthus like a star, just looking at it makes people have a great appetite.

Xin Yi picked up the bamboo and sharpened it, and quickly put down her stomach, the hot soup of osmanthus nectar (Note 3) melted into her internal organs, and the pain seemed to ease a little, she thought that she would say thank you to Chang Rongguang no matter what, so she rocked the four-wheeled cart and went out of the house to find him.

This is the first time she has stepped out of the door, but the lake and mountains outside the house still make her feel refreshed.

Surrounded by green peaks on three sides, a stream of jade belts meanders, the forest is deep and leafy, the edges are not visible, the stone peaks are lined up, the valleys are meandering, the sky is also a line, the white mist is gradually refreshing and comfortable, the peaks are straight or straight, the grass and trees pass by, the greenery is cold, the sky is impermeable, the ravines are deep and the cliffs are steep, and one step is terrifying (Note 4).

That's all Xin Yi can see. Farther away, it is the green almost blackened forest, the fog is hazy, there is no trace of people, you can vaguely see the ring of craftsmen's work, connected between the trees, chiseled into pieces of the ground, there are wooden pieces and iron sockets, it seems that Chang Rongguang said, blocking the mechanism of the beast to protect the home and the courtyard, but in a few moments, Xin Yi has seen a few birds of prey that do not know how to approach, touched something, and ran away screaming with bloody legs.

In the depths of the forest, from time to time there is a roar of big insects, all kinds of long insects spread their nests, and the big birds flutter up, and the strange cry is terrible.

It seems that except for the place by the stream, there are nests of birds and beasts all around, and only when the neck is stretched and dozens of miles away, the smoke of the morning meal can be seen, and there is a faintly human village.

Therefore, Chang Liuguang's residence is the only safe and the only isolated island within a radius of dozens of miles.

Xin Yi shivered, couldn't help but speed up the footsteps, down the stream, the terrain fell, there was a deep pool, the big stone on the side of the pond fell, the water in the pool rushed and poured indiscriminately, the water speed was extremely fierce, stirring up knee-high waves, and there were water marks on the cliff of Tanbian three feet into the stone, it seemed that there would be a waterfall rushing when the water was issued.

And Chang Guang stood in the pool.

Xin Yi's fingertips on the four-wheeled bicycle froze, and he was suddenly stunned in place-

A slender knife in the man's hand is practicing knife skills. Xuanyi was kicked to the waist, revealing the upper body, the tight musculoskeletal lines were like a knife carved out, without a trace of superfluity, it can be seen that it must be ten years of martial arts practice, so that the muscles and bones of the body can be refined into a knife. I am surprised that the skin is very fair, and I don't know if it is plated by the morning sun, flowing with the texture and light of jade.

He wields a long knife, the knife is neat, the knee-high stream is turbulent, but the lower plate is extremely stable, a move and a style, adding a sense of lightness and grace, the so-called weightlifting is light, I am afraid that if the word has to be removed, like an egret with wings on the water. But seeing that the silver thread was as fast as a spider's web, the knife fell and even the air was cut off, splashing the white waves of the stream, and the shadow of the knife had not yet arrived, and the killing machine was coming.

Xin Yi only understood at this time, even if he didn't understand what it was, it was excellent to understand.

exegesis

1. Soup cake: Soup cake is the ancient noodle soup, which is to hold the adjusted dough in your hand and tear it into pieces and cook it in a pot. Soup cakes were later called boiled cakes. The soup cake later developed into a rope cake, "Interpretation of the Name and Sparse Evidence Supplement": "The rope cake is suspected to be the water leading cake, and it is called the cut surface between the Jianghuai River today." "Qi Min Yaoshu" records the "water introduction" method: first use cold broth to mix the noodles sifted with fine silk, and then "knead them like a chopstick, one foot and one break, and soak in water in the plate." It is advisable to put your hands on the bell, knead it so that it is as thin as a leek leaf, and boil it one by one. ”

2. The description of the popularity of soup cakes at that time is excerpted from the literary scholar Shu Hui's "Cake Fu".

3. Osmanthus nectar: In the late Zhou Dynasty, people used honey as food, and feudal nobles used honey as a gift, and there were already honey-stained fruits at that time. The honey eaten is produced by wild bees between rocks, forests and soil holes, so it is called stone honey, cliff honey, rock honey, wood honey, soil honey and so on. By the time of the Eastern Han Dynasty at the latest, there had been artificial beekeeping to produce honey. From the Wei and Jin dynasties to the Sui dynasty, there were candied fruits, honey crabs and other foods. Mido was contributed from the south to the Central Plains. After the Song Dynasty, it was widely used in dishes, pastries, and medicine.

4. Mountain description: rewritten from Xu Xiake's "Diary of Traveling to Yellow Mountain".