The sky was gray with dark clouds, goose feathers and snow fluttered briskly in the air, and a thin layer of ice formed on the surface of the river below the cliffs. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Crunch-"

The scholar struggled out of the river, and then walked forward with difficulty, one foot after the other. The ice was crushed and there was a crisp sound, and the scholar looked particularly haggard in the dark night.

It was only when he saw a lake under the cliff that the scholar dared to jump down from it, but when he came down, he didn't grasp the proportions, and when his body entered the water, the water area was too large, so his internal organs were shocked.

The scholar didn't look bad, but his nose and eyes were bleeding, and he knew very well that his internal organs might be hurt.

Walking out of the river, the scholar wanted to find a place to rest in front of him, when he suddenly saw a little boy with a wooden barrel standing by the river and looking straight at him.

The scholar stopped and looked at the little boy quietly.

"Kids—"

As soon as the scholar shouted, the little boy threw away the barrel and ran away screaming.

This made the scholar feel a little speechless, and he stretched out his hand to wipe his face, only to know that his face was full of blood, no wonder the child wanted to run away.

However, since there is a little boy here, there must be someone in front of him, and he needs to go to the hospital as soon as possible due to his current injury, but he can't contact anyone in the army now, and he may be able to contact the army if he finds a family.

The scholar walked forward with difficulty holding his lower abdomen with his hands, and now he needed a lot of strength to take every step, and just when the scholar was about to hold on, he suddenly heard a rush of dense footsteps.

The little boy who had run away went and returned, and reappeared in front of the scholar.

"I'll take you away." The little boy said with big dark eyes.

The scholar looked at this simple and cute little boy and nodded.

The little boy hobbled along the path with his arms on the scholar's feet. The two of them stopped and stopped, and finally came to the little boy's house.

The scholar couldn't be emotional, he didn't expect that there was such a family living in this primeval forest, it was incredible.

The boy's house was built on a hill, and the yard was large, with lots of firewood and some dried animal skins.

The scholar and the little boy walked into the house together, and on the Taishi chair in the middle of the main hall sat an old man sleeping with his eyes closed.

"Grandpa, this is the uncle—" cried the little boy.

The old man slowly opened his eyes, saw the scholar standing with the little boy, stood up and asked, "Young man, is that you?" Come on, come on, sit down first, sit down. ”

The scholar nodded and sat down on the chair on the side, and listened to the old man continue to ask, "I heard that my little grandson said that you were injured, so let him bring you back, how about it?" Is the injury serious, lad? ”

The scholar looked bitter and said, "Don't hide it from the old man, the injury is indeed a bit serious, and my internal organs may have been shocked. ”

The old man immediately spoke: "Young man, you rest here first, and I will go to find someone early tomorrow morning, look at the clothes you are wearing, young man, you should be the People's Liberation Army, right?" ”

The scholar nodded and said, "We were conducting a drill, but I didn't expect an accident on the cliff, I fell from above, but fortunately there is a lake below, so it's okay." ”

After listening to the scholar's words, the old man immediately spoke: "Okay, young man, don't worry, I'll go cook herbs for you now, you can drink them first, and I'll go out early tomorrow morning to find your people." ”

After speaking, the old man asked the little boy to stay and take care of the scholar, and went out to cook herbs himself.

The little boy sat on the bench and stared at the scholar motionless with his big dark eyes.

The scholar reached out and touched the little boy's head, then looked at the whole room.

There were not many things in the room, a square table of eight immortals, a few chairs, and a cursive script hanging on the wall of the main hall.

The scholar is a southerner and has a relatively high level of education, so he immediately saw that the words on the wall were Chen Liang's "He Bridegroom, Ji Xin You'an and See Huaiyun" written in wild grass.

"Who's going to say it's old? Look at it a few times, the magic is rotten, Xia Qiu Dong Ge! How many days are left in Chang'an? After death, there is no revenge. It's not dry, it's germinating at that time! How much hatred does the twenty-five strings have, counting the world, there is an equal month! Hu Nu Lane, Han Gong Se. ”

"The tree is so good! Only make you, you have never talked to me a lot. It's useless to ask, who will change the skin and bones? But don't make Bo tooth string! Nine turns of dansha are picked up in a prison, and the tube is pure gold, just ordinary iron. The dragon and the tiger are cracked. ”

Cursive writing crashes and thunders, and hundreds of crossbows are haired, obedient but not out of order.

"What's your name, kid?" The scholar asked with a smile.

The little boy looked at the scholar and said, "My name is Miao Lang." ”

The scholar nodded and continued to ask, "Do you know who wrote this on the wall?" ”

The little boy immediately smiled and said, "It was my grandfather who wrote it." ”

The scholar was secretly speechless in his heart, he couldn't imagine that there was such a worldly master living in seclusion here. The calligraphy on the wall can be said to be no less than any calligraphy master in the world, and it can be regarded as a blessing in disguise that I can see it here.

"Uncle, do you hurt?" The little boy asked.

The scholar opened his mouth and smiled stiffly, and said, "It still hurts a little." ”

The little boy immediately jumped off the bench, turned around and ran into the house and walked out with an erhu in his arms. The little boy handed the old pipe in his hand to the scholar and said, "Uncle, you can take a puff, grandpa said that when he has a stomachache, it won't hurt if he takes a puff." ”

The scholar smiled, took the pipe from the little boy's hand, held it in his hand and looked at it.

There was a tobacco pouch tied to the pipe, which contained some dried blades of grass, which the old man usually smoked as tobacco leaves.

There was a sentence written on the pipe in small letters, and the scholar thought it was quite interesting when he saw it, this old man must not be simple.

This heart drags mud and water, and life is the most bitter.

The little boy sat on the bench, put the erhu on his lap, controlled the strings with his left hand, held the bow in his right hand, and his eyes were slightly narrowed, which was quite a bit of the taste of the erhu family.

Hearing the little boy singing to the desolate sound of the erhu, the scholar immediately sat upright to show respect.

"I was originally a loose person in Wollongong, relying on yin and yang to protect the world."

"The first emperor went down to Nanyang to drive three times, and he counted the Han family's business as three points."

"The official seal is in charge of the Marquis of Wuxiang, and the east and west conquer the north and the south to suppress the ancient and the present."

"King Wen of Zhou's visit to Jiang Shang Zhou's room is greatly inspired, how can Han Zhuge compare to the gentleman of his predecessors."

"I shine the piano in the enemy building when I have nothing to do, and there is a lack of a bosom friend in front of me......" (To be continued.) )