At that time, Ge Zhu was just a submissive child under the protection of An Ning, with a little bit of his own intelligence and a little bit of his own ideas, but more often he still played the role of that good child.

At that time, Qingli was already the most powerful boy in the world, fresh clothes and angry horses, young and frivolous, at that time the world did not know his name, but it was only that time.

At that time, Xiao Jiu was just a quiet, non-talking, eccentric, indifferent girl, proud as a princess and humble as a mustard.

At this juncture in time, Ge Sheng sat beside the fourth spring of Qingli, the white cat let out a slight happy whine and swallowed the delicious fish, and the girl stood there silently covering the ice house, with an endless background, close to the blue lake.

Many times later, the three of them recalled this scene in different backgrounds and on different occasions.

Human beings always have more or less beautification and longing for the time that they can't go back, so all three of them have more or less forgotten and added something.

In the midst of this, more or less, the real past is gradually distorted by memory, but for Ge Sheng.

The silent, quiet blue-haired girl, alone, picked up the ice bricks one by one, and a humble and somewhat crude igloo gradually took shape from scratch.

It's not a beautiful picture, but anyone who has seen it will never forget it.

So in many choices in life, this boy chose to stand silently behind Xiao Jiu.

Because Ge Sheng remembered that thank you a lot.

That warm and quiet smile like crying and relief.

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The beeping red flames were wrapped in pale cyan smoke, damp unburned carbon, for some of the improvised firewood still had the dew of last night's frost.

Ge Sheng looked at the man's face reflected in the firelight, and was slightly in a trance.

He suddenly appeared in the midst of that imperial oath, but it didn't make any difference, and he was severely humiliated by the guy who disguised himself as Ge Lian at the beginning.

But he never seemed to realize this, and in the progress of the imperial oath, more and more of his incredible knowledge was displayed, and when Ou Ye finally guessed his identity, he trembled and did not dare to make a move.

But who he really was, Ge Sheng didn't know.

Then when he came today, he sat there, greeted him plainly, and then told him something about Xiao Jiu.

But that's all, even Xiao Jiu obviously doesn't have any emotion called trust for him, but more of a gesture towards strangers.

But he still didn't know who he was.

The outline of his face under the firelight has the most charming coldness of a man, like a mountain of 10,000-year-old ice condensation, but there is a vague softness that belongs to a boy, Ge Sheng guessed that he would not be more than twenty years old at most, and he was really very good-looking.

However, at noon, Xiao Jiu set up an igloo, and then it was lunch time, but Xiao Jiu's own food for the week was stored in the igloo, so she had to dig up a few sweet potatoes from the familiar foraging spot, wash them by the lake, and bring them to the two guests.

Just to say that one guest didn't want to settle lunch like this.

The soft, moist silt at the bottom of the lake is covered with ochre-red sweet potatoes, and in the late autumn wilderness there is a large amount of dry firewood, and a small golden flame can be rubbed to light a luxuriant bonfire.

When the flames of the bonfire turned from light blue to red, you could throw in the mud that had been slightly dry and hard, and the man who suddenly looked at the suddenly rising mass of broken gold sparks, which was the mud that turned the burning charcoal star: "It's autumn, how confident do you have in your stomach to eat it raw like this?" If you wait until winter, will Xiao Nizi have to hold a snowball to nibble? ”

"You have to take care of it!" Xiao Jiu wrote stupidly, it's not that she has a soft spot for raw food, but that she can't make a fire at all.

Earlier, she had tried to drill wood or something, but Xiao Jiu quickly realized that what was in the book was not necessarily true, at least not to her. The strength and durability of the girl's wrists were almost destined to be impossible for her to do at the age of ten.

She had also picked fire and tried to save it, but unfortunately burned one of the three dresses she had brought with her, and she finally swore that she would never touch it again.

By the way, the second skirt was ruined by Ge Sheng, so she didn't hesitate to plunder the spoils at that time, and she kept it in her mind.

So when this strange guy mentioned this thing that made her taboo, she didn't like it at all.

Ge Sheng looked at the blonde man who was busy in front of the firelight, and the original image of the mysterious master of the other party in his heart suddenly loosened a little, and he couldn't help asking: "What is your name?" ”

"What's the name?" The blonde man looked at the fire and pulled out a piece of firewood, and said softly: "When we meet in Pingshui, then call me the fourth spring of Qingli." ”

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Ge Sheng naturally knew that Qingli was the current year of the Sturt Empire, but if he used it as a fake name today, then it would be called the third autumn of Qingli, how could he be so indiscriminate, and he didn't even have the slightest sincerity to give a pseudonym.

"Stere?" Xiao Jiu wrote down the text and asked.

In the fourth spring of Qingli, he was noncommittal, looked at the fiery bonfire in front of him, and said to himself: "In fact, roasted sweet potatoes seem simple, as big as Zhongding's house, smaller than street beggars, each has its own way, each has its own way of eating. ”

"Ordinary roasted sweet potatoes are just placed in charcoal ash and simmered with residual heat. In the fourth spring of Qingli, it is said that it is like a number of treasures: "There are also people who dig holes on the spot, put sweet potatoes in it, take charcoal fire and bake on it, and dig up to eat when the fire is exhausted, the color is golden and glutinous, soft and sweet, and there is more earthy fragrance in it, which can be described as excellent." ”

"If you are generous, you can also take pear charcoal, cooked copper stove, charcoal inside and outside, and take it with a silver shovel, or you can do it as a pastime at home, but after all, it is indecent to eat, and it is difficult to enter the house."

Ge Sheng was fascinated by what he heard, and even Xiao Jiu couldn't help but be moved, eating a roasted sweet potato can be so eloquent, there is a feeling that he puts all his life's desires on the word food, such a person will not be annoying no matter where he is.

"As for me, it's a unique skill." Qingli said in the fourth spring and boasted: "I eat the Huazi chicken there in the north of Os, but it is wrapped in lotus leaves and then coated with several layers of wet mud. This was originally a trick used by Hanako, but because the stolen chicken had no stove and no pot, it was difficult to cook, so I could only find this convenient method. However, the chicken is very tender and appetizing, and later when I roasted sweet potatoes myself, I remembered this method, and I concocted it in the same way, and it actually has a unique flavor, which makes people love it. But it's hard for a good woman to cook without rice, and if I hadn't met you, I wouldn't have such a blessing. ”

Xiao Jiu was shocked in his heart, and said secretly: This Qingli fourth spring must be the Sterren clan, but now in the hinterland of Lanye, just talking about knowledge, it seems that he has lived in Oss for a period of time, seeing that he is only twenty years old, such a travel experience, even if I don't know what his true strength is, but I'm afraid it is definitely not trivial.

In the fourth spring of Qingli, the estimated time was almost up, so he used sand to extinguish the fire, and the mud that was roasted like charcoal was taken out by him with his bare hands, gently crushed the hard mud shell, and then wrapped them in leaves and handed them to Ge Sheng Xiaojiu one by one: "Please use it." ”

Ge Sheng took it, only to feel that the fragrance was fragrant, and he was almost hungry for his life, but Xiao Jiu looked at the leaves he handed over, did not stretch out his hand, but raised his head: "Who are you!" ”

He smiled lightly, stretched out his palm, and saw a golden flame suddenly rise there, jumping and tangled into a golden badge, and then handed it over: "I guess you recognize this." ”

It was a badge condensed from flames, but it could be grasped in the palm of your hand, and it was only warm to the touch but not hot at all.

The coat of arms has a golden sword drawn diagonally only in the center, simple and clean.

But Xiao Jiu's breathing suddenly became short.

She raised her head, her aqua blue eyes became solemn, not at all like the willful and delicate girl before: "Xia? ”

She raised her hand to write down the simple character, the strokes were sharp and sharp, full of the sword aura of gold and stone.

This character shouldn't have been so powerful, it's just that Xiao Jiu knows who he is and how to write this powerful character.

"It's not." Qingli shook his head in the fourth spring: "I am not a disciple of the saint, but the signboard of the saint is very useful, and it just so happens that I have met the saint before, and the saint has also taught me a little something." ”

"I've been entrusted with your escort, and that's all." He smiled slightly, and his smile was reassuring: "That's all." ”