Chapter 10: Chang'an (10)

Chang'an City.

In a dilapidated house in an alleyway.

It's dim.

I can't hear the cries of battle at the head of the city.

Faintly, there seemed to be someone talking outside the house, and it was not very appropriate to listen.

Jiang Ge, whose wound had already suppurated, was extremely weak, and was inexplicably trapped, and was thrown in the haystack in the corner of the wall at will.

Jiang Ge struggled to open his eyes, struggled several times without success, he was too tired, cold, hungry and thirsty, moved slightly, and the pain of those wounds and tears directly brought Jiang Ge into a coma again.

The tired Jiang Ge fell into a deep sleep, as if he never wanted to wake up again, and he really didn't have the strength to open his eyes. I vaguely felt that it was getting colder and colder, the darkness was rapidly drowning myself, a pink girl riding on the wall, two deep pear nests, smiling and waving to myself, but the picture was getting more and more blurry, getting farther and farther away from myself, and finally became a point of light and disappeared.

Jiang Ge seemed to hear the sound of the door opening, as well as the whimper of Fu Bo's old man.

Consciousness gradually dissipated.

Twenty miles south of Chang'an City, Taixing Mountain, dense forest full of mountains, steep and peculiar. The pine and cypress, the winding path is secluded. There is a small stream called Shilixi under the mountain, there is a small village of less than 100 people by the stream called Shilipu, although it is not far from Chang'an, but there is only a sheep intestine trail leading to Shilipu, almost isolated from the world, except for some medicine pickers and hunters will stay in Shilipu when entering and leaving the mountain, almost no one knows here.

The main peak of Taixing Mountain towers into the clouds, looks up and does not see the top of the mountain, the clouds cover the mist like a fairyland, it seems to be connected to the sky, so the ten miles of shop generation call it Tianmen Peak, climb to the top of the mountain to enter the gate of heaven.

Walk only one rugged path that is only enough for one person to walk from Shilipu to the mountain, twist and turn in the dense mountain forest, about half a day's foot walk, there is a gentle open space of the size of a school field under Tianmen Peak, there is a waterfall of more than two zhang wide on the edge of the open space pouring down from the clouds of dozens of zhang high, the water volume is full all year round, it is the source of the ten-mile stream at the foot of the mountain, there is a semicircular dark green deep pool before and after fifty steps square under the waterfall, the bottom of the pool is not seen, there have been good water people who dive deep into the pool and still can not see the bottom of the pool, Therefore, it is called Baiqi Lake by the villagers of Shilipu, and the waterfall that falls straight down from the towering Tianmen Peak is called Qianzhang Waterfall.

There is a two-storey bamboo building not far from the 100-foot pond, the peculiar thing is that the bamboo poles used in the bamboo building are all thick bowl mouth and green all the year round, next to the bamboo building is a lush slender tall green bamboo, look at it from afar, the bamboo building and the bamboo forest are like a whole, and it is natural. In front of the bamboo building, there is a vegetable field full of various vegetables, there are several thick fruit trees growing at will next to the vegetable field, and a tall persimmon tree full of red persimmons is particularly eye-catching. A slightly smaller pear tree next to it was sparsely hung with a few fist-sized yellow fruits.

Autumn in the north is dry and cool, and it is even cooler in the deep mountains. There is a stone table and four stone benches in the open space in front of the bamboo building, the workmanship is rough, and the stone is also taken from the mountain. On the stone bench sat a somewhat stiff white-haired old man, the old man leisurely held a steaming teacup, gently blowing the water surface in the cup, rippling layer by layer.

About three steps away from the old man, there was a semi-reclining chaise longue made of verdant green bamboo, and the chaise longue was draped in a huge black bear skin, and the hair on the bear skin was dark and shiny, and it felt very good.

There is a teenager nesting in the thick bear skin, squinting at the late autumn sun, warm, squinting at the persimmon tree at the edge of the field, looking at it, the young man is probably looking at the largest and reddest persimmon in the treetops and some translucent, the corner of the young man's mouth licked gently, it seems that the persimmon has been ripe, the flesh has turned into sweet juice, just uncover a little peel and put it on the side of the mouth to suck the sweet juice clean. The young man wanted to raise his hand to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth, but his arms were sore and weak, so he could only swish back most of the saliva that slipped out, looked left and right a little embarrassed, tilted his head, and rubbed his chin against the thick fur. Then he twisted his body that was about to fall apart, basking in the sun, squinting at the slightly shorter pear tree, stunned.

Jiang Ge felt a little sad in his heart, seeing that there were only a few pears left in a tree full of pears eaten by himself, and the frost had not yet fallen, and the red persimmons next to him had to endure for a little longer.

"Ah~ah~, who is that, don't, Fubo someone stole my pears." Jiang Ge's sudden scream instantly broke the silence on the side of the bamboo building.

Fu Bo's hand shook by the scream, and the fragrant tea that he had just blown for a long time and could taste it was spilled on the ground, but fortunately the water was not hot, but the robe that wet his chest was a little embarrassed.

Fauber turned his head to look, stretched out his hand to cover the sun in the west, and looked at the pear tree on the edge of the field in front of him, only to see a slender girl in her twenty-eighth year, wearing a long white brocade dress, sitting on a wrist-thick dead branch on the pear tree, her feet fiddling with her back and forth, and rubbing an orange-brown ice pear back and forth on a handkerchief embroidered with lotus flowers. The owner of the handkerchief just looked down at the delicious ice pear in the handkerchief, and did not look up at a young man who was yelling at him anxiously and angrily, nor at the white-haired old man who was watching him vigilantly.

After wiping for a few rounds, the girl who was shaking her skirt on the tree gently shook her handkerchief, folded it in half and put it into her cuffs, held the ice pear bigger than her fist with her white hands, raised her head, looked at the stupid boy nested in the recliner with a bright smile, waved the ice pear in her hand, and blocked the little half of her face, "Click! Crisp and transparent, with the movement of the girl's full cheeks, it seems that bursts of "rustling" sound wafted from the pear tree.

Jiang Ge, who was nesting in the recliner, was extremely itchy in his heart at this time, especially the cheeks that seemed to be able to hear the rising and falling sound of chewing, which was really extremely hateful. Jiang Ge, who was angry, couldn't move again, so he could only scold: "Where did you come from, wild girl, stealing my pears so blatantly, you are a child of Shilipu, I want to find your parents, return my pears, don't come down quickly, steal my pears, steal my pears, you must find your parents." ”

The girl sitting on the tree heard the young man's angry scolding, suddenly stopped eating pears, frowned slightly, tilted her head slightly, looked at the pear that could be picked not far away, and stretched out her slender hand slowly. At the moment when the slender fingers slammed into the pear body, the girl glanced at the young man who was writhing in the chaise longue with a crying voice.

"Don't, girl, don't, there are only a few left, you see I can't move, every day I look at these pears to satisfy my hunger, you see the persimmons next to the tree, it will take a long time to ripen, if the girl picks my remaining pears, there will be no more barren mountains and mountains, please, the one in my hand is what I gave you, and I don't look for your parents, don't pick it." The boy twisted and begged for mercy in a sincere manner.

The pear that was already held in the pear tree was suddenly twisted to the right by the white hand, and the branch "clicked" and rushed into Jiang Ge's ears like lightning, originally just a boy who was as uncomfortable as a cat scratch, at this time his heart was like the ten thousand jun boulder pressed, a nameless fire was burning, Shi Ke couldn't bear it, Jiang Ge said angrily: "If you don't come down, find your parents, I can't kill you, the little thief who stole pears, my brother can't move, otherwise break your legs, steal my pears, steal my pears, and steal my pears in front of me in broad daylight~." ”

Fu Bo at the stone table wanted to stop the girl from reasoning, just as Fu Bo was walking, the old man in Tsing Yi, who had saved himself and the young master out of Chang'an City in the direction of Baiqi Creek, and a middle-aged Confucian man in a white robe holding a black feather fan walked slowly towards the bamboo building, Fu Bo squinted slightly and looked carefully for a while, then looked at the girl in white on the tree, and then looked at the young master who was angry, put his mind at ease, patted the water stains on his body and a few pieces of tea, and stood aside without moving or speaking, but with an unconcealed smile on his face.

The girl on the pear tree didn't seem to hear the hysteria of the young man at all, took out a very wide silk scarf from the cuff, bit the pear that had eaten a few bites, and clamped the one she had just picked under her forehead, and then quickly knotted the four corners of the silk scarf with both hands, and a silk scarf instantly became a big pocket, the girl put the silk scarf pocket on her left arm, held the pear she was eating in her left hand, and moved quickly with her feet up and down the pear tree, and quickly moved around the pear tree with her feet at every pause, and her right hand was quickly stretched out, and the last eight pears left on the tree fell into the bag. Then the girl jumped off the pear tree lightly, stood seven or eight steps under the pear tree, looked carefully at the pear tree with some withered yellow leaves for a few seconds, then clapped her hands, turned around and walked in the direction of Baiqi Pond. I didn't even look at Jiang Ge, who was nesting in a recliner in front of the bamboo building not far away, eating sweet and delicious pears while walking, and the juice was overflowing.

Jiang Ge, who was nesting in the recliner, was completely like the clay pot being smashed down by a boulder in an instant, shattered, sparse, and covered with debris on the ground. Looking at the back of the girl who was eating pears while walking leisurely, two lines of tears gushed out involuntarily, her heart was desolate, she opened her mouth, and whimpered: "Don't go, girl, leave one, just leave one, take pity on me, a disabled person." ”

The girl heard the young man's cry, turned around, stood in front of Jiang Ge's recliner in a few jumps, stretched out her left hand and ate half of the pear, looked at Jiang Ge with a smile and said, "I have eaten, do you want it?" ”

Jiang Ge, who was already angry, sad and resentful, was about to scold, when Jiang Ge saw two deep pear vortices on the side of the mouth of that exquisite face, and the heart that had become scum suddenly repaired itself quickly, and then quickly turned from gray to bright red, violently thumping, banging ~ bangbang~bangbang~, his brain was blank, and the corners of his mouth seemed to have crystal liquid about to flow out.

Seeing the young man looking at herself in a daze, the girl smiled happily, raised her voice and continued to ask, "Fool, I have eaten, do you want it?" Don't let me go. ”

"Yes, yes, how can you not want to." Jiang Ge nodded quickly.

"I ate half of it, don't you dislike it?" The girl waved half a pear in her hand.

"If you don't dislike it, how can you dislike it, it's too late to rejoice." Jiang Ge said while shaking his head.

"Then you take a bite and I'll see if you don't dislike it." The girl handed the pear she had eaten in her hand to the boy's mouth.

"Click~"

Fauber, who was standing next to him, turned around and naturally fiddled with the teacup on the stone table.

Not far away, the Taoist and Confucian scholars in Tsing Yi turned around and commented on the verdant bamboo forest.

I see how charming the green mountains are,

Aoyama should be like this when he sees me.

It's not too late to meet,

It seems like yesterday.