As soon as the words fell, the person on the bed fell to the back of the bed.

"This is? He's dead? Still dizzy? ”

She reached out and probed the wing of his nose, and when he was breathing, he seemed to have just fainted. If it weren't for his injuries, she would have kicked him a few times, she saved him, but he wanted to strangle her? It's disgusting.

Alas, she sighed and covered him with a thin quilt. Then he was discharged from the hospital, picked some herbs and pounded them into mud, took them back to his room and treated his wounds briefly, and then ran to the beach to find her bamboo basket.

Her basket was full of clams and had eaten a lot of water, so it stayed where it was. She scooped up the basket, carried it on her back and carried it home, and then began to think about how to turn the clams into a delicacy on the table.

To tell the truth, although her aunt has made various styles of clam dishes for her, she can't learn it.

She looked at the clams in the bucket spitting mud and sand and thought to herself, let's just cook a bowl of leek and clam porridge! It's not too difficult. What's more, I have already told Aunt Yang that she used to cut leeks at her house. Leeks after the rain are rare and fresh!

Just do it! She stayed in the kitchen from noon to afternoon, and when she added the last plate of chopped green onions to the pot and saw the thick porridge base like cow's milk bubbling densely, she couldn't help but admire "wow".

"It's so fragrant."

The soft and glutinous porridge was thick and smooth, and the meat aroma of clams mixed with the sweetness of leeks made her saliva flow out. She grabbed the bowl and spoon from the side, filled a bowl, and thought that she hadn't sent it to Aunt Yang yet, so she refilled a large basin, hummed a small tune, and sent the porridge to Aunt Yang's house.

A few little dolls of Aunt Yang's house were sitting in front of the door playing at home, and she was busy shouting:

"Little lamb, I'm so hungry that I won't go to your house, this is the porridge I just cooked, then, here you go, you be careful of scalding. I'll go home and drink porridge first! ”

The little girl who was called by her readily agreed, took the porridge and thanked her, and turned around and went home.

Hua Qing showed a smile on her lips, and when she returned to her kitchen and picked up the clam porridge and tasted it, she inexplicably remembered that there was a lying patient in the room. She looked at the bottom of the porridge that was about to bottom, and said in her belly:

"When I get sick every day, the white-bearded grandfather says that you should avoid eating fishy and cold food. Although the clam porridge is hot, the clam is considered fishy, so I don't want to give it to the guy who wants to kill me. Besides, who knows when he'll wake up? Wouldn't it be a waste to eat such a delicious porridge if you don't eat it all? ”

She scraped the bottom of the porridge clean, and was eating happily, when she turned her head inadvertently, but saw a burly figure leaning against the wood door, her eyes were round, and the bowl in her hand almost overturned, and asked:

"When did you wake up? Hungry? ”

She hurriedly stood up and was trying to find him something to eat, but when she saw that everything in the pot and bowl had been eaten and licked by her. Embarrassed.

"You wait, I'll cook you a bowl of porridge again."

Well, if she knew that he would wake up at this time, she wouldn't say anything more than two bowls, but the clams were too delicious.

The man's voice was low and he asked:

"Why save me? Where is this? ”

Xu is serious injury has not healed, and he is physically exhausted, so he fell heavily on the ground while leaning, Hua Qing saw this, and hurriedly rushed up to help.

"I saw you at the seashore in the morning, covered with wounds, not far from death, and brought you back out of kindness. As for here, this is my home, you can rest assured, it is safe here. ”

"Your home?"

Hua Qing nodded. Walked over and tried to lift him up, but he didn't refuse.

The memories in his mind are still full of yesterday's bloody rain, the poisonous Gu clan was wiped out, ambushed halfway, and all the soldiers and horses were buried, he watched his love fill the arrows with his own body, and roared angrily, "King Zhao, go!" ”。 At the end of his killing, he felt that there was no sound in the heavens and the earth, and he knew nothing but pain.

So, why did he appear on the beach? What about the soldiers? The wounds on his body reminded him of the pain, consciously or unconsciously.

Hua Qing helped him back on the bed, and he closed his tired eyes.

"You rest, I'll cook you a bowl of porridge."

The man looked down at the tightly wrapped strip of cloth on his body, thinking that it must have come from the hand of the woman in front of him. She claimed that it was her own home, and that he looked around him as poor as a tragedy. But fortunately, the window is bright and clean, and the outside of the window is also clear.

When Hua Qing came back with a bowl of soft brown rice porridge, he saw her appearance clearly.

It is very delicate, but the dress on the body is wrinkled and white, although it has a delicate figure, it is covered by shabby, and there are not too many ornaments on the head, only a hair rope ties up the black and thick hair.

"The white-bearded old man said that you should avoid eating when you are sick. So I'll cook you white porridge. Wait until you're well, and then take supplements. The porridge is still hot, and it will be cooled for a while before you drink it. ”

"Whitebeard Grandpa?"

"Oh, the white-bearded old man is Wu Langzhong."

"Oh!"

Hua Qing kept scooping up the porridge and falling down, falling and scooping it up, and repeatedly letting it cool.

"My name is Mo Huaijin, Mo is Mozi's ink, Huaijin is Huai Jin who holds Yuxi, I don't know what to call the girl?"

"Hua Qing. The flower Qing of Du Fu's "Gift of Flowers". ”

Hua Qing handed him the porridge in her hand. Thinking he had misheard, he asked again:

"Are you talking about Du Fu's "Gift of Flowers"?

"Exactly."

"Have you ever read?"

"Uh-huh."

Mo Huaijin was amazed.

"Where is this?"

"Southern Xinjiang."

Southern Xinjiang? He has been familiar with the place names of the 16 continents in the Central Plains since he was a child, but he has never heard of this place name.

"May I ask which of the sixteen continents of the Central Plains belongs to Southern Xinjiang?"

"Huh? Who said that southern Xinjiang belongs to the Central Plains? Southern Xinjiang borders the Central Plains, Rongqi and Yuncang, and belongs to the boundaries of the three regardless of the three, of course, Rongqi has been destroyed by Fusang not long ago. So, to be exact, it is the area bordering the Central Plains, Fusang and Yuncang. ”

"Not affiliated with any one country? So how can southern Xinjiang survive and govern? ”

"Because of the special terrain, our southern Xinjiang is surrounded by the sea on three sides, one side faces the mountains, as for the mountains, how many mountains do you have to climb to get to us, as for the sea, we have never gone out, and no one has ever come in, as for you, it is a complete exception. When I saw you in the morning, I thought you were a water ghost who was trying to pull me on my back. As for how to survive, we have food in the mountains and food in the sea, why can't we survive, as for the autonomy you are talking about? What is the meaning? ”

Mo Huaijin suddenly felt disillusioned, and from Hua Qing's mouth, this place was similar to Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Spring.

"Then how did you learn that Rongqi was destroyed by Fusang not long ago? The destruction of the Rongchi took place last year, and how did you learn about it, and you have no contact with the outside world? ”

"Who says we don't interact with the outside world?"