In the evening, Nie Feng climbed the wall.

The walls are so thick with foliage that they can cover the whole person.

Nie Feng lay on the cold blue bricks, chewing grass roots in his mouth, his eyes looking at the clear blue sky, where the white clouds were leisurely, like white sails floating gently on the blue and calm sea.

Unlike other boys of the same age, the hardships of life made Nie Feng precocious, he didn't like to sing, and he rarely played games, and the fashion of modern students seemed to be far away from him.

I don't know why he likes to be alone, he likes to lie down on the wall, watching the lights on the other side of the river, watching people gather and disperse, and feeling that time slows down and quiets down.

When he is bored, he will also take a knife, find an ant nest in the corner of the wall, and nail the ants who come out to forage one by one to the ground.

As the sun sets, the sunset lingers in the sky, like a light veil.

The city has gradually quieted down after a long day, and the people in Tsing Yi Lane opposite have dispersed, and the buildings are empty.

Suddenly, on the stone road by the river, a woman in a flower dress, holding a basket in her hand, walked gently upstream.

Widow Lee.

Nie Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.

Moments later, a shirtless, tattooed, bald man sneakily followed.

Big gold chain? Nie Feng straightened up and became alert.

The bald man looked around, and then walked in the direction of Widow Li just now.

Nie Feng pondered for a moment, then jumped down from the wall that was more than a foot high, and followed closely.

In the evening, the Huansha River was sparkling, and two women were pounding a large pile of tablecloths and clothes with wooden sticks.

One of them complained that he washed the ball a lot every day, but the salary was not as good as the waiter at the tea house next door, and the woman blew the air conditioner every day, so comfortable that she didn't want it.

"Eldest sister, you serve dishes in the restaurant, and others wear cheongsams and teacups, and the grades are different. ”

"Phew, what's the difference, that vixen isn't a human being yet. ”

The two women chatted in whispers, occasionally chuckling.

Nie Feng walked along the riverside path for about ten minutes and came to an ancient temple on the edge of the city.

Nie Feng came to this place when he was a child, when there were many pilgrims, and he had to charge tickets to enter the door, but now it is in disrepair, and the management party can't get the funds to repair it, so it is gradually abandoned.

The ancient temple is not big, it is a typical two-entry courtyard, Nie Feng went around the back of the ancient temple, climbed over the wall, quietly bent down, and touched the main hall, because it had been abandoned for a long time, there were spider webs everywhere, and he didn't go far, and the spider webs stuck to Nie Feng's body.

There was no one in the main hall, so Nie Feng felt through the side rooms one by one, the rooms here were locked, but due to disrepair, many doors and windows were broken, and in one of the rooms, there was a rustling sound inside.

Nie Feng held his breath, his eyes were close to a gap in the window, only to see a few rays of sunlight projecting in from the broken window, in the dim room, the tables and chairs were stacked crookedly together, and many cobwebs were vaguely visible on the corner beams, and the smell of decay was permeated everywhere.

On the desk facing the main entrance, there were some fresh melons and fruits, and a black cat jumped from the beam to the offering table, swaggering to eat the offerings, and accidentally knocked over the cup and knocked it to the ground, falling the fruit to the ground.

Nie Feng's eyes gradually narrowed, and his suspicions rose, this ruined temple has been in ruin for many years, who else is secretly worshipping here?

Just as he was thinking about it, the black cat suddenly turned his head, his eyes glared at Nie Feng, and he stared like this, his pupils slowly dilated and dilated.

Nie Feng was dizzy, as if he saw his figure in his pupils, this figure gradually expanded, and this pupil was like a black cave, deep and mysterious, and he was slowly going deeper into it......

Nie Feng couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, screaming, only to feel a sharp pain in his left shoulder, and turned his head to see the big gold chain holding a brick in his hand, just patting his shoulder.

"Little rabbit cub, dare to follow Lao Tzu!"

The big gold chain raised its hand and prepared to shoot it again.

It's too late, it's fast, between the lightning and flint, and before he has time to think about it, Nie Feng bowed up and slammed back!

Ouch, with a scream, the big gold chain was knocked out four or five meters away and rolled on the ground a few times.

Nie Feng covered his wounds, rushed out of the ancient temple, and ran along the path by the river.

This big gold chain is made of a broken brick, and the fracture on the brick has a very sharp side, just now he slapped it like this, due to the great force, causing a large area of muscle in Nie Feng's left shoulder to rot and turn outward, and blood flowed down his back.

After running for a while, Nie Feng was already dizzy, and he didn't know where he came, but he saw a crooked-necked tree in front of him, so he rushed over and sat under the tree with his buttocks, panting heavily.

The blood is still flowing, but not as much as just now, Nie Feng grabbed a handful of weeds, put them in his mouth and chewed them, and applied them to the wound, when he was injured, he often did this, but the grass and wood ash used at that time had a better effect on stopping bleeding.

After a while, the blood slowly stopped, and due to excessive blood loss, he did not feel tired, and he was a little drowsy.

At this time, night falls.

The breeze was blowing, and the chirping of insects was heard everywhere.

Suddenly, Nie Feng was startled, only to feel that something on the tree was quietly approaching, and for a moment, he felt a movement in his waist, and a wisp of coolness penetrated into his body.

It felt so familiar, cold, vast and distant, like a cold wind from the depths of the mountains, and like a stream of melting ice and snow.

The thing spread from the waist to the back, and gradually spread throughout the body, where the wound solidified and the torn muscle slowly healed.

This feeling is very similar to the feeling on the ginkgo tree at home, but I don't know where it came from or why.

Time is like the wind.

Like a wisp of breeze, it blows between the dense leaves, condenses into water on the leaves, and then quietly slides down.

Before I knew it, a few hours had passed.

It's getting late.

Most of the wounds on Nie Feng's shoulders were slowly healing!

......

Ahh

A scream came, like a pig's howl, like a wolf's howl, more like someone being inhumanly humiliated.

Nie Feng was lying on the bed with his back bare, and Hu Yidao was massaging him.

When I came back from the ancient temple, my head was not completely awake and I was groggy.

Nie Feng had many questions, such as where did that cold thing come from, what was it, why could he repair his wounds so quickly, and the mysterious black cat, etc., there were too many things he didn't know.

Nie Feng was also open-minded, since he couldn't find the answer, it was rare to entangle, and when he came back, he saw that Old Man Hu's massage parlor was still lit, so he turned in.

Hu Yidao is proficient in massage, but the technique is heavier, and the average person is really unbearable, but the benefits are also obvious, if you have numbness in your head and neck, back and leg pain, press it here for half an hour, it can keep you comfortable for several days.

"Little bastard, as soon as you look at these scars on your back, you know that you are fighting nine out of ten!"

Hu Yidao scolded and scolded, he had known Nie Feng for more than a year, and knew that this kid was hot-blooded and righteous, but he also gave birth to a lot of incidents.

"Uncle Hu, can these scars on my back be washed off with potion?"

Although the cold thing can heal the wound, it still leaves a scar, and it is inevitably a little imperfect.

Although the scar is only on the back, Nie Feng doesn't want these things either, and when he gets a girlfriend in the future, he doesn't scare people away when he takes off his clothes.

Young people, appearance first.

The faint scars on his back are criss-crossed, horizontal and vertical, teeth and claws, and it looks really unpleasant.

The key word "demolition" is also really ugly, think about it, you can write it on the wall, the house will appreciate, write it on the back, like what words?

On a hot day, he carried the word "demolition" on his back, like a demolition team, running around the street, and it was estimated that the end was similar to that of a rat crossing the street.

"Well, it's kind of like a word split. ”

Hu Yidao looked at it for a long time, like studying a deck of mahjong tiles, "If this word is written on the wall of your house, it will be worth a lot of money, hehe!"

"Can that be washed off?" Nie Feng didn't plan to tell him the secret just now for the time being, Taixuan.

"You kid is young, you don't understand science, these scars have penetrated deep into the subcutaneous tissue, and it is difficult to wash them off!

However, it is not impossible. ”

Hu Yidao sold Guanzi.

"What do you wash with? ”

"With concentrated sulfuric acid. ”

"Ahem, Uncle Hu, you should tattoo the whole thing on my back, or engrave a few words to cover it. Nie Feng said again.

"Why don't I engrave the left green dragon and the right white tiger on your back, mighty and domineering?" asked the old man Hu.

"It's not good, like the underworld. ”

"Then engrave a loyalty to the country on it. ”

Hu Yidao thought about it and said, "It's okay to carve a poem full of Jianghong, inspirational, there are many words, just fill the back." ”

"Just give you the whole song of Jay Chou's chrysanthemum platform. ”

"Good. ”

"What a hammer, climb!"