Pang Tong was like a new life, and stepping on the ground made him feel like a world away, and he couldn't help but sigh: "I haven't been grounded for a long time, and I'm really refreshed." ”

He looked up at the scene outside. Xiang Che was on the side, not daring to walk too fast, his eyes were always watching the limping wounded.

The entire village is surrounded by a 20-meter-high mountain wall, and this valley is very wide from northeast to southwest. If you look at it with the concept of Pang Tong, then it is enough to put down an airfield. There are more than 10,000 large and small wooden houses, and chestnut trees, cedar trees and some low large-leaved plants are the mainstream here. Of course, the chestnut tree is still the mainstream of the mainstream.

The room where Pang Tong lived was a little to the west, but closer to the center. He was led by Xiangche and looked around with the eyes of the unknown. And the houses, plants and trees all around him also surrounded him as if they were unfamiliar objects. Some of the pedestrians froze when they saw him, some of them took a look, some of the younger girls were more shy, and the children began to run around, consciously or unintentionally forming a tendency to follow.

He was followed slowly by the children. Most of the Wasai people have darker bodies, and there are more people with lighter skins who show a beautiful bronze like Xiangyi. Even if everyone looks at it with curiosity or wariness, there are more people who are more eager to wait and see this outsider. Because Dian Wei had already established a good impression here, Pang Tong was also courteous, and some people nodded and smiled at him. Pang Tong used the muscles of his left body that were tense to support his body, and he tried his best to show a comfortable smile in response to the friendliness of the mountain people.

He paused, allowing his body to relax, and looked up at the plump orbs of green hairs hanging from the chestnut tree. He asked, "Chestnut trees?" ”

Xiang Che put his hands behind his head, as if he had completely forgotten about Pang Tong's injury, and looked at the fruits leisurely. He replied, "yes, there are the most of them." It will be eaten in a little more than a month, but it is still better and most mature in September. ”

Pang Tong muttered, "It's a very fragrant thing." ”

Xiang Che laughed: "Of course, but when you're full, you'll get tired of eating." A young man pulled a wooden cart to knot, he heard the conversation between the two, nodded to Pang Tong very politely, and said heartily: "This is our baby, in autumn, if the rice harvest on the mountain is not good, or the hunting is not smooth, it can be used as food to satisfy hunger." ”

"yes, it's easy to get full." Pang Tong said with a smile in return. He watched as the man's strong arms tensed into muscles, holding the two wooden handles on the left and right sides of the front of the trailer, many arrows stacked on top of the cart. Pang Tong was stunned, as if he had seen the hideous face of war, that bloody place, the defeat at Tangping Pass had all appeared in front of him, and the environment of the tribe that was originally just a harmonious face instantly escaped into a pile of rotten corpses that made people want to vomit.

Xiang Che saw him stunned there, his expression stiffened, so he looked at the truck that was gradually pulled away, and said to Pang Tong: "Are you okay?" A-Yuan is right, what's wrong with you? ”

Pang Tong's gaze had been fixed at that angle, and although the trailer had gone away, the shadows of those arrows overlapped in his line of sight. He shook his head, his eyes were closed as if he had been sprayed with chili pepper water, and his bitter gourd face should be what it is now, and he said a little unhappily: "Go back, I'm a little tired." ”

He wasn't a preoccupied person before, but after a huge setback, he felt like an eyebrow burning when he thought about something related to the war. Marten taught him a profound lesson. After that day, Pang Tong should not have been out for two days. However, in the end, thanks to Xiang Che's efforts, he still went around the surrounding area and communicated with the mountain people in a friendly manner. When I went back, I was already sweating.

At noon, the heresy came to eat. Pang Tong's appetite was very good, but he blamed the good food here. After the meal, he looked out of the window with his cane. I saw Xiangyi coming over with a wooden plate, which was filled with hot water that was still smoking, and the water temperature was hotter than the weather. She also had a towel hanging from her shoulder, looking like someone who was going to bathe. After watching her walk up the stairs, Pang Tong retracted and watched the curtain open as she held the wooden plate. He hurriedly limped forward to help pull the curtain. Xiangyi put down the wooden plate, pulled down the towel on his shoulder, stirred it twice in the water, and let go of it, letting the towel float on the water.

Pang Tong remembered something, and his face flushed. Because he hadn't washed his body for half a month, the oil and dust made the surface of his skin very sticky, and suddenly, even he couldn't stand it, and he didn't dare to face the fragrance from the purity of his heart to his appearance.

"It was my job before, don't mind."

Xiang Yi said and pointed to the position of the mat with his index finger. Pang Tong sat down, looked up in embarrassment and said, "I'll come by myself, it's already okay." ”

Xiangyi bent over and picked up the towel and twisted it tightly, drained the water and wiped it on Pang Tong's face.

"You do it yourself, what if the water soaks the wound in your abdomen? It's not even better. ”

Pang Tong, whose face was rubbed red, had nothing to say, and seemed to frown a little angrily, but his heart was quite comfortable. Xiangyi washed the towel in the water and wiped his upper body again. Especially when passing through the wound, she tried to slow down her speed and strength as much as possible. Pang Tong looked at the yellow trousers that were too wrinkled, and thought to himself that the lower half of his body should also be wiped, so let me do it myself, but what if she refused?

Not knowing whether he was resisting or expecting, he fell into deep thought. But Xiangyi said, "I'll go change the basin water." ”

She squatted down and picked up the tub and walked out. Pang Tong used his fingers to swim through the silky skin, as if playing a boring game. When waiting for Xiangyi to come in, Pang Tong turned around and the first thing he saw was Xiangche, and then Xiangyi walked to his side with a basin of water behind him and put it down. Cincher pulled the towel off his sister's shoulder and threw it into the basin, he laughed, "It's my turn." ”

Xiangyi walked away with red cheeks and didn't say a word. Pang Tong's heart was cold, and he looked at Xiangyi wordlessly, this kid had already drained the towel and shouted at him: "Take off your pants." ”

Pang Tong's eyelids were heavy as if they were about to collapse, he glanced at him blankly, and said in a flat voice: "I'll come by myself, I'm really embarrassed." ”

Xiang Che curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a wicked smile, and said jokingly, "Can it work?" The lower body is very important for men. ”

Pang Tong gritted his teeth, raised his right hand and kept fluctuating in the air from the inside out, signaling him to go quickly. After a burst of jubilant laughter, Xiang Che left. Pang Tong lowered the curtains, took off his pants, and scrubbed himself. It wasn't a difficult task, and I was careful not to spill it on the bandages of the wound when draining. When he finally sank the towel into the water to pick it up, the light suddenly rushed into the dimly lit room. Pang Tong was shocked, what if it was Xiangyi and Say?

With a pale face, he looked towards the door, and Xiang Che, who had a wicked smile on his face, opened the curtain at the door, put down a stack of clothes with one hand, whistled and left.

Pang Tong, who was on crutches, walked down the stairs in black short-sleeved and knee-high pants. He breathed in the fresh air outside, and felt that the particles of sunlight had a magical freshness in the outside air, which made people energetic. The main area of his activity was still in the vicinity of the house, after all, he didn't dare to go far despite his current injuries. Over time, he became an acquaintance here, and everyone would greet him, and children would laugh or grimace around him from time to time. These children think that it is also a very dignifying thing to make faces in front of "outsiders", and they are all happy.

A few days later, in Pang Tong's house, he took off his shirt and exposed himself in front of Say and Xiangyi, who was slightly red. Xiangyi removed the bandage on her abdomen, and Pang Tong looked down at her cautious movements. The wound, which was slightly raised and a little wrinkled, had gradually healed and was no longer wet. Xiangyi painted him with purple powder.

Under the careful care of everyone, the man, who had been struggling with his dying breath before, finally threw away the crutch. It was drizzling that day, and the sky was like a gray scene in a black and white world. Dian Wei, who was wearing a sleeveless leather armor, held a huge green leaf as an umbrella, and the other person under the umbrella looked preoccupied.

In the middle of the village, in a circular square covered with stone slabs, to the east was a wooden house, three or four times the size of the others, with the skulls of cows, deer, pigs, and other animals hanging outside. Pang Tong motioned for Dian Wei to wait outside, and he walked into the room with the stairs. The moment the brown leather curtain was opened, the smell of lilacs came to my nose, but the plant was supposed to be in bloom in May or June. He stepped inside, his cloth shoes muddy and soaked. He simply took off his shoes, and his bare feet were a little sticky.

"Patriarch, excuse me."

He smiled at the stout man who was turning.

The black and dense beard drooped down the middle-aged man's face, and with a golden headband and a bamboo tube in his hand, he cast a calm gaze on Pang Tong's body. He put the wooden plug with the red cloth on the bamboo tube, and said with a cold expression: "That kind of injury is really a blessing from the mountain god. ”

On the tiger skin cushion, the Wasai patriarch Shandore had a broad forehead, black hair draped over his shoulders, a collar around his neck strung with a thick string of beast teeth, and a sleeveless shirt made of cowhide clinging to his thick chest. The spacious room has two rows of shelves on which some books or bamboo tubes are stacked. The face of a tiger hangs on the wall facing the door, and its round maroon eyes seem to tell some story of the fight with the mountain people.

Shanduolei, who put down the bamboo tube that was about as thick as his wrist, stretched out his hand and motioned for Pang Tong to sit down. Pang Tong nodded humbly and knelt in front of him, while the patriarch sat cross-legged on the ground.