Jiang Qingliu saw that Wang Jian was soaking wet, and the thin spring shirt was attached to her body to outline her slender and beautiful figure, and the exquisiteness had begun to appear. He couldn't help but beat faster, his throat tightened, he quickly turned his head and didn't dare to look at it again, and hurriedly said: "I'll go collect some firewood, bake clothes, and dry them early." ”

Wang Hibiscus did not doubt him, so he found a clean stone and sat down, untied his hair, gently loosened it with his hands, combed it again and again, and fell into deep thought.

When the news of her father's unfortunate shipwreck came back then, she refused to believe it anyway, and it was not until Ye Qingmu, who escaped death, told her that she accepted this cruel reality. She remembered that she kept asking Ye Qingmu about the sinking of the ship, but he never said anything. She thought that he did not want to mention this painful memory and avoided it, so she gradually stopped mentioning it, but she had doubts in her heart. And she faintly noticed that Ye Qingmu looked at her with guilt, she thought that she was ashamed of not being able to save her father, and she had deliberately found an opportunity to comfort him. Now that I think about it, Ye Qingmu's performance at that time was not only guilty, but also empty-hearted! Not long after this incident, he disappeared without a trace, saying that he was going to run an errand for the Cao Gang in the field, but she came to the door several times and the aunt of the Ye family refused to see her, Wang Jian hesitated even more in her heart, and kept thinking that she must ask him clearly when she saw him again. After listening to those words in the pavilion today, she realized that she almost took the enemy as a benefactor! There was a little hatred and determination in her eyes, and she was clearly seen by Jiang Qingliu, who came back with firewood. He didn't show it on his face, but he was very worried in his heart, afraid that Wang Jian would make impulsive actions in the future this time, so he secretly considered how to persuade her later.

He walked over and piled the firewood aside, but when he lit the fire, he found that there was no fire, so he had to use the method of drilling wood to make a fire. Wang Jin had come back to his senses, put his mind down for the time being, and talked to Jiang Qingliu. Seeing that Jiang Qingliu was very skilled in his actions, she couldn't help but be curious, and asked, "Jiang Gongzi still uses this method of drilling wood to make fire?" ”

Jiang Qingliu explained: "In my early years, I traveled around with my master, and there was no shortage of harsh environments, and these survival methods must be mastered. ”

Wang Jin suddenly thought about his vigorous skills when he first saw him, and said: "Jiang Gongzi's kung fu is so outstanding, your master must be a master, which faction of the rivers and lakes is he the head or something?" ”

Jiang Qingliu's subordinates froze, and said with a smile: "Master is indeed a rare rival in martial arts, but he does not belong to any Jianghu school, and he is not a master. ”

Wang Jian was a little embarrassed, but she didn't give up, and continued to ask: "Then Jiang Gongzi, do you know if there are Emei factions, Huashan factions, Wudang factions and other sects on this Jianghu?" ”

Jiang Qingliu stopped his movements, thought for a while, and said, "I haven't heard of it." Most of the famous martial arts families in this river and lake are martial arts families, such as the Zheng family in Qingzhou Mansion in Henan Province, who is good at swordsmanship, the Feng family in Yiyang Mansion in Shanxi Province, who is good at boxing, and the Cheng family in Huzhou, Zhejiang Province is known for their hard skills. But Jiang really hasn't heard of these sects that the girl said, maybe I'm lonely and unheard. ”

Wang Jian hurriedly said: "I just read it from this little talk book, just ask casually, Jiang Gongzi doesn't have to take it seriously, I think the author made it up." ”

Jiang Qingliu smiled, fixed the wooden stick in his hand that had dug the notch on the ground, and held another thinner stick and rubbed it quickly. Drilling wood for fire is actually a very laborious project, improper usage, grinding for half a day may not be able to grind sparks, and the palm is easy to grind blisters. But Wang Jin saw that Jiang Qingliu's movements were compact and calm, and his fingers holding the wooden stick were slender, the bones were distinct, and the nails were neat and neat, which was very good-looking. Wang Jin secretly praised in his heart, and then his eyes wandered dishonestly on Jiang Qingliu. Well, the wide-backed bee waist, the standard inverted triangle figure, and the robe that clings to his body depict his strong and well-proportioned musculoskeletal, especially the arms that are slightly bulging because of the exertion, there is an indescribable beauty of masculine strength. Coupled with his handsome face, Wang Jin couldn't help but salivate, and said in his heart, if I were a teenager younger, such a beautiful boy would definitely chase after him! Completely forgot that he was only thirteen years old at this time.

Jiang Qingliu was pouring the sparks into the grass and blowing the fire gently, very carefully and carefully, and he didn't notice Wang Jin's scrutiny, otherwise I am afraid that this fire would not be able to be born. After finally starting a fire, he immediately added firewood to it, and when the fire grew, he glanced up at Wang Jin, and saw that she was staring at him intently, and her eyes were extraordinarily bright, so he involuntarily avoided his gaze and did not dare to look at her. He pointed to the fire a little crampedly and said, "Girl, come and roast it, you still have to pay attention to this weather, don't be infected with the wet and cold." ”

Wang Jin hurriedly nodded his head in thanks, squatted down by the fire and roasted his clothes with Jiang Qingliu.

Jiang Qingliu hesitated, but still asked, "Girl, why did you go to this Tingfeng Building today?" ”

Wang Jian was slightly stunned, but she knew that there would be such a question sooner or later, so she also thought of a rhetoric. At the moment, he said embarrassedly: "Today I met an old man on the street, it was a younger man in the pavilion, my father's friend. I was in a hurry to catch up, so I didn't have time to say a word to Brother Qin, which made you worried. ”

She saw that Jiang Qingliu seemed to have something to say but didn't speak, thinking that she was wondering why she was in the water, so she continued: "Later, I finally caught up, but I saw another person, that is, the middle-aged man in the pavilion, my father was in an accident on their boat, I didn't want to see him, so I hid in the pool in a hurry. ”

Her explanation is reasonable at first glance, but in fact it is full of loopholes, but she is sure that Jiang Qingliu will not ask questions, so she can deal with the past with half-truths and half-truths. Sure enough, Jiang Qingliu nodded, lowered his head and dialed the firewood, and after a moment of silence, he raised his head and said earnestly to Wang Jin: "Miss Wang lost her father, please mourn." If Ling Zun had a spirit in heaven, he would not want the girl to indulge in grief, and it must be his wish that the girl could live peacefully and happily. ”

Wang Jin was stunned for a moment, and didn't understand why Jiang Qingliu would say this, but seeing that his tone was sincere, and his eyes were faintly full of earnest care, he couldn't help but feel a little warm in his heart. She nodded at Jiang Qingliu and said with a smile: "I understand Childe's words, I will take care of myself and my family, Childe doesn't have to worry." "Yes, if it were a father, I would definitely want their family to be safe. It's just that her father didn't die in an accident, she can't let go of this knot, how can she live peacefully? When all this is over, she will definitely live a good life and find happiness!

Jiang Qingliu thought that she understood what she meant, and her heart was relieved, so she told her about Qin Ziming, Wang Shi and Wang Mu's later situation. Seeing her smiling brightly and her sweet voice describing the lively situation when shopping in the morning, his heart was gradually wrapped in a kind of tenderness, and he felt that even so, it was extremely happy to sit on the mountain and roast the fire. He couldn't help but sneak a glance at Wang Jin's close face, but noticed that the skin on her lips was broken, and there were faint traces of congealed blood, and his heart tightened, and he looked at her to see if there were still scars on her body. Sure enough, several of her fingers that were pulling on her clothes and baking the fire were stained with blood, and some of them were oozing blood between their fingernails. He shook Wang Jin's hand like a ghost, looked at it, and said hurriedly: "When was this injury, but it still hurts?" ”

Wang Jin was startled by his sudden move, and when he saw that he had found his wound, he hurriedly withdrew his hand and explained: "I scraped on the stone when I went into the water before, and it just scratched the skin, and it didn't hurt." ”

"Then I'll go back and bandage it first. Although it is a small injury, it cannot leave a scar. "Jiang Qingliu tried to be as peaceful and authentic as possible. He was also taken aback by his abrupt behavior, and he couldn't help but rejoice when he saw that Wang Jian was not angry. Wang Jian is not yet in time, and the taboo between men and women is not so serious, but he must be more restrained in the future. He thought that he had always been cold and rational on weekdays, and he had never indulged in the affairs of men and women, and when he met Wang Jin, he sometimes behaved like this, and he couldn't help but laugh at himself.

Wang Jian naturally agreed.

Because the sun was still good, the fire was lit, and their clothes were almost dried in a while. Wang Jian stood up and straightened his clothes, and when he touched his hair, it was not too wet, so he grabbed his hair with both hands and tied it up with strips of cloth. Because there was no comb, there were a few locks of broken hair in front of her sideburns and forehead, which made her white and tender face even smaller and more delicate. Jiang Qingliu on the side had also tidied up his clothes, but he thought that he was about to go down the mountain, and he felt a slight sense of loss in his heart.

Seeing that he had buried the fire with earth without even a trace of smoke, Wang Hibiscus could not help but praise him for his carefulness. Seeing that the hour was not early, he said, "Jiang Gongzi, let's go back, the family should be worried." ”

"Well, we went down from this western slope and went out of the realm of this restaurant."

"Then let's go!" After saying this, Wang Hibiscus trotted all the way to the western hillside.

Jiang Qingliu saw that her body was light, walking through the forest like a butterfly wearing flowers, her chest seemed to be gently plucked, and there were happy and light notes gurgling out. The corners of his mouth curled in a curvy arc, and he hurried to follow, unhurriedly behind Wang Jin. The sky is clear and the clouds are wide, the sun is clear and the wind is sparse, the birds are singing and the warblers are crying, and the figures of the two people are one after the other, as if they are chasing and playing, beautiful and harmonious