The rabbit was fat, and it was stewed in porridge with mushrooms, and the air was filled with a fresh aroma that overshadowed the strong smell of rust. The last time Zhao Langzhong saw serious meat, it was when an acquaintance invited him to dinner during the Duanyang Festival, he couldn't help but sniff hard, and began to dislike the basket of dried fish in his heart.

He wouldn't want to eat that kind of stuff every day if he could.

The porridge water gradually became viscous, Feng Ayan moved a small stool, crushed the freshly charred branches in the stove, mixed the water, dipped her fingers in it, pulled a piece of yellow table paper full of copper coin prints and spread it on the edge of the kang, and began to write to herself without hesitation.

Zhao Hanjing put down the bowl, hugged the pillow and came over, and marveled at Feng Ayan's confusion: "Don't you feel unlucky?" ”

"I never thought I was alive." She lowered her head and wrote with her left hand, and used her right hand to rub Zhao Hanjing's head, "Dry your hair, the water is dripping onto the paper." Don't you want to know what happened, and I'll tell you about it now? ”

"Okay, you can talk about it." Obviously, the other party used the agreed code symbols, and Zhao Hanjing couldn't see the reason for a long time, so he sat up and wiped his hair, used a small wooden comb with missing teeth, and opened the tangled hair little by little, and then combed it into a bun and wrapped it in a towel.

Feng Ayan wrote and narrated in a low voice: "I will pass through Jingnan Mountain because my father is old, and I accompanied him from the capital to his hometown. In the early hours of this morning, around midnight, when our group was stationed by the stream, we were attacked, and his nemesis hired a killer, and then ...... And then I was fucking orphaned again. ”

Zhao Hanjing didn't expect such a big change, and he didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only stammered and comforted her: "Festival, festival mourning." ”

"It's not sad, my biological parents died because of him, so ...... So I just can't believe it, how could he die......" Feng Ayan laughed lowly, it was a creepy voice, full of mockery and disdain, but mixed with deep and rich sorrow, mixed into a bowl of poison-like things, bubbling in the dark, "Don't they all say that the scourge is left behind for thousands of years?" Shouldn't a person like him live for a long time, and when he is old, he can still make waves in the world, heh! ”

"You...... Do you calm down, calm down? Zhao Hanjing hesitated, but was afraid that she would be overly emotional and hurt people, so he still held her right hand - her hand was very cold, which made him feel a little bit; He recalled what had been recorded in the Codex and stumbled tentatively as he asked, "Then, do you hate him?" ”

"It's not hate. He was a very strange man, he had a lot of blood on his hands, and he refused to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and he wholeheartedly adopted all the children who had lost their parents because of him, raised them like a real father, arranged for them to study, learn martial arts, and learn some trades until they could live on their own—as a father, he was even more qualified than most. ”

Feng Ayan gradually calmed down and continued to recall: "I was adopted by him when I was four years old, and he treated me better than other children, changed my name, dressed me as a boy, found a familiar doctor to teach me pharmacology, and hired a famous gentleman for me...... He sighed and told me that I was different from other children and that I didn't have to thank him for raising me because I was the responsibility he had to take up. ”

Zhao Hanjing faintly had some guesses.

Feng Ayan's stepfather...... Most of them are the kind of people in the public who catch thieves and murderers.

And her biological parents most likely died of some grievances.

…… The situation is complicated.

He held Feng Ayan's hand, and suddenly thought about a question: "Then you are a girl's house, where are you going in the future." ”

"The old man has driven a crane, and he has few relatives in his hometown for a long time, so there is no point in rushing over. Originally, I planned to return to the capital after my injuries were healed, but if I really got double soul disease, I would be sent to death if I went back. So where to go, we have to think again. Feng Ayan suddenly remembered something, raised her head, and clasped Zhao Hanjing's wrist with her backhand, "How about going to your house?" ”

"My family?" Zhao Hanjing habitually shrank back and looked at her with blinking eyes.

It seems like...... It's not impossible?

"Look at you like this, this is agreed?" Feng Ayan smiled brightly as she observed his expression.

Okay, yes, but Zhao Langzhong is still a little embarrassed: "You have to let me think about it, I'm a single Langzhong, and a girl suddenly lives in my family, so I have to think of a name, otherwise how can I tell my neighbors." ”

Names? Indeed, if you want to hide incognito, dressing up as a woman is the best way. However, what name does Zhao Hanjing want to set up? If you pretend to be a husband and wife...... Although Zhao Hanjing must have concealed something, if he really proposed to pretend to be a husband and wife, it would not be unacceptable. After all, Xiao Zhao Langzhong ...... It's still cute.

"By the way, my father has a senior brother in the north, you can pretend to be his daughter. Let's just say that because there is no one in the family because of the war, I fled to join my uncle, but my uncle has passed away, and you can't go back for a while, so you can only live at your uncle's house first. Several counties over there have just been recovered from the rebels, and now they are in chaos, so I will entrust you to apply for household registration according to the settlement of displaced people, and maybe you can divide the land according to the head. In October, you will take a medical exam in our county, and Lang Zhong can walk around with the medical examination, so that there is no need to guide you to the road. The more Zhao Hanjing thought about it, the more feasible he felt, and his eyes were shining, "What do you think?" ”

"Very skilled, have you done this before?" Feng Ayan suddenly felt that she really looked down on this Langzhong.

"What do you say, I have always been a good and law-abiding citizen, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be so salty." finally seemed to be useful for a while, Zhao Langzhong inexplicably wanted to be praised, but Feng Ayan didn't mean to praise him at all, Zhao Hanjing was a little lost, and a little annoyed with himself, what did he have to wait for her to praise...... So he threw his head against the wall again, "You just say it's okay!" ”

"Very good, very good, you think it's okay." Feng Ayan also wrote this plan into the letter, and patted Zhao Langzhong's hand and paw quite trustingly, "It's up to you then." ”

Zhao Langzhong's face was tense, he wanted to laugh, but he felt a little stupid, so he found himself under the stairs: "You...... You must pass the test when the time comes, do you know, if I recommend you to go as a guarantee, you can't pass the test, I won't have the face to live in Zehuafang. ”

"Got it, got it." Feng Ayan wanted to rub his head again, looking at his freshly combed bun, so she had to give up, so she put away her yellow sheet of paper, got up and looked at the porridge pot on the tea stove, "Okay, it's almost ready to eat, do you want a spoon or chopsticks?" ”

"Spoon it." If you look in the direction of the tea stove, you will see the man hanging from the beam. Although Zhao Hanjing tried his best not to care, and the person didn't make any sound, his gaze still fell on the captive from time to time.

She...... What will she do with it?

Zhao Langzhong temporarily put aside all the questions that lingered in his heart, took the porridge bowl and spoon handed over by Feng Ayan, and began to eat porridge seriously. There were no special condiments in the porridge, only a little salt, but it was still delicious, which made him feel a lot of emotion. Maybe what Feng Ayan said is true, her cooking skills are very bad, but no matter how bad she is, she can still make him eat meat! Meat!

Filling her stomach with a sigh, Feng Ayan leaned over to look at Zhao Langzhong. The latter was all focused on that bowl of porridge, eating sweetly with a small spoonful, just like a little white mouse that she secretly raised when she was a child, her brothers and sisters - when they went to steal milk from the kitchen to feed it, the little mouse was also so puffed out of cheeks, chewing and chewing. Is it that delicious? She couldn't help but reach out and poke his cheeks, which had finally bulged out from chewing, and unsurprisingly startled the little mouse.

Zhao Langzhong raised his head and looked at her with a confused expression.

What happened?

"It's okay, it's okay, you keep eating." Feng Ayan's face was not red and her heart was not beating, she put the finger behind her back, twisted it back and forth with her thumb, and explained very naturally, "I see that you have rice grains sticky on your face, help you rub it." ”

Looking at the small one with skin and bones, the cheeks are quite soft.

Liar, you are taking care of me now just to let me treat you, and then provide a place to stay, I don't know when you will tie me up and hang me on the beams of the house, how can you be so friendly to me. Zhao Hanjing knew that she was lying, and she was suffering from people under the eaves, so she really didn't dare to poke it, so she had to pretend that nothing happened, lowered her head, and continued to eat porridge.

He wouldn't be stupid enough to comfort himself with the lame reason that "she treats me differently"!

It's just that this porridge, when it tastes again, is not as delicious as Fang Cai.

Feng Ayan couldn't understand why Zhao Langzhong suddenly exuded a depressed aura, just when his temperament was also like a little beast, moody. She was afraid that she would really blow up her hair if she teased it again, so she had to honestly wait for Zhao Hanjing to finish eating the porridge, and then stupidly cleaned up the two of them's dishes and chopsticks, put them in a small wooden basin on the edge of the stove, and soaked them in alkaline water. Then the woman lifted the hammer and went to the burnt ash in the tea-stove, and added some firewood by the way.

I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but as soon as she turned around after clearing the stove, the hot tip of the iron drill stabbed directly into the captive's thigh. A burst of white smoke passed, and the man immediately screamed, and his voice was so terrible that Zhao Hanjing also shuddered.

When there was a snort, Feng Ayan threw the chisel to the ground, and apologized to him without smiling: "Ah, I'm really sorry, but since you have woken up a long time ago, you can squeak anyway, right." ”

"The cowardly man on the kang, I don't want to scare him, you be good, I won't hurt you." She patted the shoulder of the "tongue", pinched his cheeks, and forced him to look into her eyes, "New to the industry, you listen to your accent like someone from the Southern Wei Dynasty, and there is an old mother at home?" Look at the clothes in you, her eyes are not good, but she still sewed out for you with stitches and threads - such a warm dress, I'm afraid it can take half a year to make it back and forth, right? If you can't go back, you can't even find a corpse, and she cries blind again, what should you do? ”

The woman's pupils contain thousands of tenderness, like a mirror, reflecting the desperate gaze of the "tongue".