The night on the desert is as cold as winter, and the huge crescent moon seems to be right overhead, within reach.

The golden yellow sand is no longer soft when it is coated with a silver glow, but becomes extremely hard, and the sole of the shoe is slightly thinner, which makes it feel a little awkward.

But for an old man with a hard body, this is obviously nothing.

Walking alone in the desert under the moon, the old man in black looked like a walking corpse, and the goshawk who occasionally hovered over the desert saw him fluttering his wings and flying higher and higher, as if instinctively sensing a hint of danger.

The old man suddenly paused at this time, raised his head to look at the goshawk that had turned into a black spot, and took a deep breath with his hooked nose.

He smelled the smell of rotting corpses, but he didn't seem to reject them, but took two more sips as if enjoying them, and determined the direction of the source of the smell.

A few jackals and mountain eagles who have been hungry for an unknown amount of time in the wasteland are living in harmony, frantically devouring the delicious food in front of them.

And their meal is the sand bandit who rushed into the net of Zhang Xiaodao earlier.

This small mountain of minced meat is now half short, more like a small slope, and the wolf and the mountain eagle eat pus from their mouths, and the appearance is extremely terrifying.

When the old man came to the small slope of minced meat, the beast that seemed reluctant to give up opened its bloody mouth, and its hideous appearance was very terrifying.

It's just that the old man is naturally more terrifying than them, and just whispered: "Get out", and the beasts sensed the terrifying aura of the life-threatening and fled one after another.

The old man half-crouched down, picked up one of his fleshy arms, frowned at the unrecognizable limbs torn by the beasts, and threw them aside.

Then he repeated what he had just done, picking up the disgustingly rancid stump and stump and observing it carefully.

It didn't take long for the old man to stand up, take out a black handkerchief, and wipe his hands. Lost in the middle of this hill, he looked to the east and said softly, "It seems that you have made progress again." ”

With that, he began to walk towards the east, and as he had gone away, the beasts that had not gone far turned back again, and ate their delicacies merrily.

I believe that as long as a gust of wind blows tomorrow morning, there will be no stumps and broken bones here, only endless desolation.

............

There is an oasis in the Eastern Desert with many towns on top of it. Undulating. The desert in the far east leads to the great wilderness, and some desert people are willing to cross the desert to exchange some goods here, which is regarded as the border area of the Western Regions.

With the help of Zhang Xiaodao, the Nalan caravan managed to escape, and when they returned, they retrieved their lost goods, and the thrilling journey came to an end when they entered Shakehammer Town and delivered their goods.

And Zhang Xiaodao will also embark on his journey into the Great Wilderness after a short rest.

Everyone in the Nalan caravan naturally understands that Zhang Xiaodao is definitely not called a boast, he is definitely not a lone wanderer, and there is no elderly mother at home. He must be a big man!

But no matter how much they wanted to break their heads, they wouldn't guess that Zhang Xiaodao was from the Tang Dynasty, they just wanted to feast Zhang Xiaodao. I hope to be closer to this big man.

However, when Zhang Xiaodao came to the only small shop in Shahammer Town that was considered a restaurant, it seemed that the atmosphere of this banquet was not so good.

Under the persecution of the bandits, all the remaining people except Uncle Nalan and Luo Ming chose to remain silent, and silence is sometimes a kind of approval. Agreeing to shirk the responsibility, and in their opinion, most of this responsibility has to be resisted on Luo Weaving's shoulders, because Luo Weaving opened his mouth to send Nalan Chu to death in exchange for their lives.

Yet actually. On the way back from Nalan Chu, except for talking to Zhang Xiaodao and Nalan Da Bo Luoming as always, she wouldn't even look at the others.

Nalan Chu's grievances are clear. Zhang Xiaodao's crisp and neat personality left a deep impression on him, but he was about to walk out of the Western Regions, and goodbye may just be goodbye.

After Zhang Xiaodao sat down, the atmosphere at the banquet was a little better, everyone pushed the cup and changed the lamp, Luo Zhi sat next to Zhang Xiaodao with a smile on his face, and the left side of the horse was continuous, and Nalan Chu, who was seated on the right side of the seat, frowned frequently.

Zhang Xiaodao faced this kind of sycophant of Luo Weaving, but he only echoed it with one match, and did not express his disgust, but this casual attitude was actually the biggest disgust.

Luo Zhi saw that Zhang Xiaodao ignored his love, and gradually lost his original enthusiasm, and he got drunk first without drinking much.

When he got drunk, the atmosphere at the banquet became better.

Zhang Xiaodao looked at Nalan Chu, who had not spoken, and now she had painted light makeup today, and the heroic and sassy taste was a little less, but a little more soft.

He picked up his glass, scratched his head, and said nothing, "Come, let's go." ”

Nalan Chu picked up the wine glass that was missing a corner, collided with Zhang Xiaodao, raised his white neck and took a sip.

Zhang Xiaodao saw that Nalan Chu was like this, so he naturally had to keep up with the rhythm.

But as soon as this cup was drunk, Nalan Chu filled the two of them's wine glasses again and said, "One more." As he spoke, the cup was also swallowed.

Zhang Xiaodao killed this cup, Nalan Chu stretched out his white palm with a beautiful bracelet and picked up the wine jug, filled it again, and said, "Dry!"

Zhang Xiaodao was stunned, but he still took this cup, but Nalan Chu didn't mean to stop.

At this time, Uncle Nalan said, "Drink less." ”

Nalan Chu didn't hear it, this time he didn't look for a knife to drink, but took another drink to himself.

Zhang Xiaodao looked at Nalan Chu's side face silently, and now his well-carved face was extraordinarily calm, without a trace of affection.

But the more this is the case, the more Zhang Xiaodao understands that the anger she has suppressed for a long time has boiled.

The taste of betrayal and separation is uncomfortable, especially being betrayed by several of his closest people, it is never an exaggeration to describe it as the sky has fallen.

Nalan Chu can calmly accept when he is betrayed by everyone in the desert, and is willing to sacrifice himself is already very human, and the accumulated love is naturally inevitable.

Zhang Xiaodao picked up the wine jug not far away and said, "I'll drink with you." ”

The three middle-aged men of the Nalan family at the table looked embarrassed, but they had to lower their heads.

............

After the awkward dinner, the drinking affair didn't end.

Zhang Xiaodao, who was already preparing to sleep, heard a knock on the door, and when he opened it, he saw Nalan Chu, whose cheeks were flushed, carrying two jars of spirits.

Zhang Xiaodao didn't drink less just now, but at this time he had a splitting headache, and couldn't help but ask weakly: "Is it okay not to drink?"

Nalan Chu was simple and direct, but said powerfully: "No!"

Zhang Xiaodao said helplessly: "Then come in." ”

Nalan Chu said: "Go out and drink." ”

Zhang Xiaodao scratched his head and said, "It's cold outside. ”

Nalan Chu still said simply: "Wear a cotton jacket." ”

Zhang Xiaodao put on a padded jacket. Following in the footsteps of Nalan Chu, he followed her all the way out of the humble inn, and saw in an alley that he came to the back of a courtyard.

Nalan brought a ladder to the house, and the two climbed to the roof, opened the spirits, and suddenly a spicy smell came out.

Zhang Xiaodao has always thought that he is very good at drinking, and it can be seen from the past drinking games with Chen Qingzhu and other friends that he always drinks until the end of the person who is dazed but does not fall.

But today, I saw Nalan Chu holding the jar and starting to pour it, but he didn't miss a drop, and he couldn't help but be afraid and said, "Slow down." Slow down. ”

Nalan Chu naturally didn't listen to Zhang Xiaodao's words, her hands kept the height of the wine jar steadily, and finally an amber wine overflowed at the corner of her mouth at the end.

Zhang Xiaodao's expression became solemn, the night was yellowing tonight, the wind was howling, and the sky was full of yellow sand, he sat on the roof and watched a Nalan Chu pour wine, and suddenly felt that he still underestimated the pain in her heart at this time.

Nalan Chu seemed to feel Zhang Xiaodao's gaze, her gaze seemed to be a little too focused, and finally put down the wine jar. Wiping the wine that flowed down his neck, he asked, "What's your real name?"

Zhang Xiaodao replied: "Zhang Xiaodao." ”

Nalan Chu frowned, Zhang Xiaodao raised his eyebrows, his name seems to be a little famous recently. I couldn't help but think of Nalan Chu knowing who Zhang Xiaodao was and showing a surprised look, so as to satisfy some of his little vanity.

It's just that Nalan Chu's brows immediately stretched again, and the answer given to Zhang Xiaodao was an 'oh'.

Zhang Xiaodao lifted the wine jar and took a sip. Nalan Chu asked, "Are you from the Tang Dynasty?"

This is a sensitive topic, but Zhang Xiaodao still chose to nod honestly.

"Then what are you doing in the Western Regions?"

"I'm here to make trouble in the Western Regions. ”

Nalan Chu seemed to be somewhat interested in this topic and asked, "Then how are you leaving now?"

"It's messed up. Naturally, you have to go. ”

"Back to the Tang Dynasty?"

Zhang Xiaodao nodded, looked in the direction of Sheng Tang and smiled.

I don't know how to think about home, and I don't know how to think about it when I leave, Zhang Xiaodao can't wait to return to the Tang Dynasty.

Sensing that Zhang Xiaodao's return was like an arrow, Nalan Chu began to pour wine again.

Zhang Xiaodao looked at Nalan Chu, the home he was thinking about was no longer home, no wonder she would find herself drinking, so he also picked up the wine jar and poured it into his mouth.

After drinking this big sip, Nalan Chu calmly but decisively said: "I can't stay in this house anymore." ”

Zhang Xiaodao looked at Nalan Chu, Nalan Chu took a deep breath and said, "Are we friends?"

"Of course. Zhang Xiaodao replied.

"I have nowhere to go, you take me to the Tang Dynasty. ”

Zhang Xiaodao frowned, but he didn't talk nonsense: "Okay." ”

Nalan Chu smiled lightly, a whistling wind hit, blowing her neat short, the two raised the wine jar and touched it lightly, and continued to drink.

After making a heavy decision very happily, Zhang Xiaodao and Nalan Chu did not speak again, and only the sound of 'goo-dong, goo-dong' remained on the eaves.

This night finally ended with Zhang Xiaodao pouring Nalan Chu's drink on the eaves.

After Zhang Xiaodao stroked his forehead, he shook his head and laughed innocently.

He didn't say a word of comfort to Nalan Chu tonight, but he knew that when his friend was injured, he didn't need to say too much, and silent companionship was the best way......!

ps: The starting point is all kinds of blue Xiang, collapsed, and passed for half an hour......

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