"It's not early, you can rest here in peace, and tomorrow morning, my people will quietly take you back." ”

Xia Ziyan's eyes still fell on the chessboard, and at the end, his fingers moved, and after a sunspot fell on the chessboard, he slowly raised his eyes and looked at Wu Yan standing next to the scroll.

Wu Yan was wearing a clean dress, her long hair fell below her shoulders, her pink peach and light red clothes, her tender and snow-bright white skirt, no lead flower, Yingying's eyes were innocent, and her cheeks flushed by the heat seemed to be hot, and she only felt warm in her heart after watching it for a long time.

The two glanced at each other, Wu Yan lowered his eyes first, said "thank you" in a low voice, lifted the hem of his skirt again, and walked towards Xia Ziyan cautiously. She saw Xia Ziyan's body moving slightly, and thought he was going to stand up, but he stared at him a few times, still sat without saying a word, and only took out a small medicine bottle from his sleeve, and then spoke, told himself how to use the medicine, put the medicine bottle on the chessboard, put his fingers on the chessboard and tapped lightly, his eyes fell back to the chess pieces, and his thoughts seemed to have returned to the chess game.

Wu Yan walked to the side, saw that the white and black on the chessboard each accounted for half of the country, looked at it for a while, I don't know which side has a better chance of winning, stretched out his hand to count, Xia Ziyan saw it in his eyes, knew her thoughts, pursed the smile on his lips, and the action that was about to get up also slowed down, waiting for Wu Yan to speak.

After a long time, Wu Yan finally spoke, and she didn't know if she had counted the blacks and whites clearly, so she only said: "It must take a long time to play this chess to determine the winner and loser, right?"

Xia Ziyan waited for a while, and at this moment he had already turned around to make tea, the water in the small tea stove had just boiled, making a series of gurgling sounds, he opened the lid of the tea stove and looked at it, then turned his head to look at Wu Yan, and then at his chessboard, the smile on his lips was not hidden, "It was originally used to pass the time, what does it matter how much time it takes, but you, have you seen the win or loss of this game?"

Wu Yan sighed, did not mention the result of counting his chess pieces, and held his cheek with one hand and said: "The black and white pieces are all yours, and the wins and losses are all yours." ”

Xia Ziyan laughed once or twice, did not answer, at this time he was putting the tea leaves into the tea vessel from the tea can, pouring boiling water, and after a while, he opened the lid of the tea vessel, and for a while he felt that the roses were blooming and the fragrance was full of fragrance.

"It smells so good. Wu Yan exclaimed, unconsciously moved from the couch to the tea table, looked at Xia Ziyan's hand with both hands, Xia Ziyan glanced at her, and suddenly felt funny, so he poured a cup of tea and put it in front of Wu Yan.

Wu Yan held the teacup, the steaming tea was light green, the pale pink rose buds floated in the cup, the water temperature warmed the palm of the hand through the cup, the wind outside the window was a little cool, as if summer had left, as if in the cold autumn and winter, the body and heart were extremely eager for warmth, Wu Yan couldn't help but cover the teacup in the palm of his hand again, shrunk his shoulders and feet, and said quietly: "This brewed tea is also used by you to pass the time, in our Tianshan Mountain, seize the time is to practice, and passing the time can only be practice." On a cold night like this, there is no chess, no tea, and no energy to practice, so when you have insomnia, you can only open your eyes to pass the time. It is best in the middle of winter, when there is goose feather snow outside the window, the lights are off, and the snow is reflected on the window, as bright as the white moonlight. The charcoal fire in the house is burning, it is buried in the charcoal ash three or four sweet potatoes, a room of people guarding the sweet potatoes slowly roasted and emitting the sweet fragrance, some people are too tired, can't keep it and fall asleep, the luckiest time, a room of people are asleep, the sweet potatoes just picked out of the ashes are so fragrant, and hot to death, I quickly wrapped the sweet potatoes in my arms with my clothes, ran to the bed to open the window, only opened a window crack, the wind whistling and desperately poured in, I snorted and gnawed the hot roasted sweet potatoes......"

Wu Yan fell into the memory, stopped talking and stopped, and suddenly felt that the teacup in the palm of his hand was taken away, and a warm teacup was stuffed in again. Before she could fully recover her senses, she didn't notice that it was not a teacup that was warm in her hand, but a small soup woman.

The windows of the house in front of me were blown shut by the wind, making a "pop" sound, and the rain in the dark night was far away from the light, and there was no trace to be seen, only some sounds could be heard.

The silence was suddenly dissipated, mixed with the voices of the men drinking and laughing, in fact, I couldn't hear what they were saying at all, but I knew everything they wanted to say clearly, and there was a voice that was particularly unique, I don't know whether it was a man or a woman,—— "Such a person goes to assist the country, the emperor doesn't know what he will think, everything is a natural opportunity that cannot be revealed." Whether there are gods in the heavens, no one knows, at least those who believe in gods and those who do not believe in gods live the same, and they are not any luckier. Whether it is the gods who are not merciful, or the Tianshan Mountains are inactive, if the dissolved water is branded as rebellious, more people will be branded. Human life and destiny, in the eyes of Tianshan, people are not as good as the sky, people are not as good as the sky, what does it have to do with the death of a group of ants. ”

Wu Yan clenched his hand, and he didn't know what was in his palm, it was warm and comfortable, and he almost forgot what this person said to him.

In the end, she put this warmth behind her, rushed to the group of men, and distinguished: "Tianshan is not omnipotent, everyone is different, everyone's path is different, the reason why Tianshan can still become a belief in people's hearts is because for hundreds of years, Tianshan has been maintaining justice and fairness in the world......"

Wu Yan stopped talking halfway, and no one in front of her wanted to listen to her, and one of the burly men even pulled the wooden stake supporting the shed directly into his hand, and immediately swung down at Wu Yan.

Wu Yan was startled, his body moved, only to find that there was silence around him, where were there any noodle stalls, drinking and laughing men, the hazy light gradually brightened and swayed, there was lightning reflecting everything in front of him, there was a person lying on the ground, it was an old woman, the old woman sat up, the sound of "ticking and ticking" sounded on the ground, was it raining? Wu Yan turned his head to look out the window, the lightning thundered, but it did not rain, the sound on the ground was not raindrops, but blood, the blood on the old woman's body, the tips of her fingers were dripping with blood, and the corners of her mouth were also dripping with blood...... The whole person felt as if he had just been fished out of a pool of blood. The old woman still walked towards her, her voice was straight, there was no emotion, no pauses, obviously she was standing in front of her and talking, but she couldn't hear a word clearly, only knowing that she was obviously scared and anxious, but her body couldn't move.

A burst of roses slowly dispersed, the warmth between the palms of his hands and the warmth in the boy's voice spread together, the young man sat across the tea table, and asked with a smile: "A roasted sweet potato can make people wander for so long, it seems that one is the best roasted sweet potato in the world, but it's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity that it was swallowed by one person." ”