"Senior Brother Yan, you're awake!"

At this moment, it is almost noon, and the sun is shining, through the curtain, reflecting in the house. Outside the room, the rare aroma of rice came out, and the aroma was lingering, wrapped in the burnt smell of burning wood, and it wafted in densely and thinly.

Yan Mubai leaned on the wooden pillow, his eyes were dark, and his face was pale. He endured the pain of the wound tearing, Ruxue's thin lips moved, and he squeezed a smile and replied: "Well, wake up, you changed the dressing and fed me medicine and water before, I can hear it, but the eyelids are tight and I don't have the strength to open them, but now it's much better, don't worry." Before he could finish speaking, a rapid cough came from his lungs, weak. His brow furrowed, and he forced his painful look down.

Su Lu smiled phantomly, a little bitter, and his eyes seemed to have a misty color. After a pause, he said: "That wound is three inches down the heart, although it is not fatal, but it can be as little as half a month, and at most as a month, I am afraid that you will not be able to urge the internal force, and you have to recuperate well, if not, the pain will also hurt to death!" Her eyes were moist and red, as if there were tears swirling in them.

Yan Mubai's heart softened, raised his hand and gently stroked the green silk on her right sideburn, and said weakly: "Don't worry, I don't hurt anymore! I'll take you home when I'm better." "It's not loud, it's like a gossamer.

Su Luhuan nodded tearfully, and said with a steady heart: "The people in this village are very strange, you have to be careful. We don't have anywhere else to go at the moment, but fortunately, the grandmother and the people of Aweng are good, and I gave the silver, so we can stay for a few more days. ”

Yan Mubai frowned slightly, stretched forward, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"There were very few people in this village, and when we came in, there were not many men, mostly women and children, but they all looked at us like monsters with a look of astonishment. If this place is really isolated from the world, but the grandmother has taken my money, if not, everyone seems to have never seen a living person. ”

Yan Mubai nodded, his eyes followed the propped up window sash, and looked out, in the small courtyard on the northeast side, a room was set up with wood, which was not big, but the pots and firewood bowls were very complete, and a lot of hay was laid on the small roof, and two large oilcloths were tied with ropes, which were tied very tightly. In front of the blackened stove, the old man sat in the middle. His back arched slightly, he threw a few thin pieces of dry wood into the stove with his left hand, and held a knife and axe in his right hand. The pot was covered with a lid, tightly sealed, and a trace of heat curled out, as if something was being stewed.

He shifted his gaze a little, and fell to the middle of the leisurely courtyard, where a cheerful and red-faced grandmother was sorting grain. She put the crushed grain into a small bamboo basket, raised it above her head, stood on the tuyere, her arms bent slightly, and the thick grains poured down from the sky above her head like a golden waterfall, and at the same time, the dusty rice husk, in the autumn wind that had just risen, fluttered and fluttered, farther and farther away, and finally settled leisurely, and landed in one place, looking at that place carefully, layer upon layer, loose and soft, long lost the brown and yellow of the land.

Men plough and women weave, but this small courtyard is the opposite, as if the male protagonist is inside and the female protagonist is outside. Yan Mubai's gaze wandered back and forth on the second elder for a few times, and he retracted and said: "This second elder has a very orderly relationship between his wrists and feet, unlike an ordinary couple. ”

Su Luhuan nodded, pulled the quilt on his body upward, and said softly: "It will take a while to eat, you can sleep again." ”

"Let's eat!" The slightly chubby grandmother seemed to be full of infinite strength, holding a stack of white porcelain bowls in her left hand and a dark soup can in her right hand.

When he approached the square table, he walked close to each other, turned around, and shouted in a loud voice: "Old man, hurry up, bring the steamed buns and porridge." ”

The old man answered, and like a grandmother, his left and right hands were full of loads. Su Luhuan helped Yan Mubai to find a lower seat and sit down, and reached out to take the soup can in Grandma's hand, but who knows, Grandma dodged and said in a high voice: "Girl, this is hot, I'll come by myself." As he spoke, he raised his wrist, and a stack of porcelain bowls clanged, and landed firmly on the table, and then with a twist of his wrist, he stabbed it, pulled over a willow stool, sat down next to Su Luxuan's side, and finally held the soup can with both hands and gently put it on the table.

The two made eye contact, both shocked, Yan Mubai clenched his right hand into a fist, lightly covered his lips, coughed slightly, and shook his head gently.

After the four of them sat down, the grandmother tore off the apron in front of her waist and said loudly: "The young man was injured, and gave us such a big ingot of silver, my wife and I slaughtered an old hen in the yard, and stewed the bamboo shoots just dug yesterday. ”

The two of them just wanted to reply, but Ah Weng stopped doing it, glared at her and said: "Say that my craftsmanship is not good, if your craftsmanship is revealed today, these two dolls will have already come out of the broken beam at this moment." ”

Grandma pouted, glanced at her and said, "In front of the guests, I have to be humble, oh, is it possible to say that your craftsmanship is in the sky and the earth, and it is difficult to meet opponents? ”

When Ah Weng heard this, this was what he meant, so he straightened up and reached out to take the porridge sent by Grandma.

Yan Mubai and Su Lu imagined that the two old men were in their sixtieth year, and they were almost ancient, but they were still joking like children, and they both smiled happily and breathed a sigh of relief.

Towards evening, there was a faint sound of laughter in the quiet village. Su Luhuan was standing at the entrance of the village at the moment looking at the fork in the road, and strangely, she didn't remember which one was the way back to the three intersections in front of her. The same mist lingers, the same fog and rain, condensed into the dew of the heaven and the earth, it should be a longitudinal color up and down, but the fog flows, but it only hangs in the air, but the line of sight is unobstructed in this sky, not like a gauze fog, but like a "miasma" Su Lu's phantom heart flashed, as if it was an electric shock.

"Is this the fairy world?" Su Luhuan raised her head to look at the sky, she stretched out her left arm, turned her palm open, palms up, and the back of her hand downward, like smoke but no smell of water mist, thin and cool, through the fingers, very refreshing. She bent her fingers and shook it hard, but there was nothing.

As the laughter in the distance drew near, she was finally convinced that she was not hallucinating, and the crowd of threes and twos, carrying hoes and sickles, walked from a path like a veil of green smoke towards the village. There are many men, all of them are dressed as farmers, but there are also three or two women, the first one, about twenty-eight or nineteen years old, with a long duck egg face, full of green silk, combed a bun on the top of the head, although the sideburns are a little dry, but the eyebrows are green and blue, very moving, a coarse cloth coat, the color is quite old, but the fog surrounds the body, fluttering, as if unruly fairy.

As soon as she entered the village, two boys of about six or seven years old rushed to her, "Father, mother, you are back!" The woman gave her husband a shiny sickle in her hand, and then straightened her legs and kicked on her toes, and in a blink of an eye she was in front of the two boys.

Su Lu's eyes flashed, holding Bai Hong's fingers, and he used some force slightly, but when he saw that in front of him, the mother and son were very happy, and they could be seen by raising their eyes. The crowd in the vicinity was full of laughter, as if it was commonplace. The woman held a child in one hand, took a few steps forward, seemed to notice someone in front of her, and then asked, "The girl is from outside?"

"Yes. ”

"How did you break into our Dongjue Village?"

"Dongjue Village?" Su Luxuan's eyes flashed with suspicion, "It turns out that this is Dongjue Village, and I haven't officially asked Grandma Aweng about this place." ”

"Grandma Aweng, oh, it's the old man's house from the east. ”

"My senior brother and I were injured, so I accidentally strayed into this place, and please bear with me if I disturbed the place. With that, Shi Shiran bent over.

The woman's eyebrows shrunk, but for a moment they stretched as before. She shouted to the approaching crowd, "Someone from the east is here." Ten zhang away, there were about a dozen people, their eyes were shocked, and they seemed to be startled.

The first man, about thirty years old, walked a few steps forward, immediately straightened, his hands were together, and he bent half of his body, but the etiquette was not quite the same as the fist salute in the rivers and lakes. After the salute was finished, he spoke: "The girl is not from the valley, it is better to leave the valley earlier, there are few outsiders in this valley, and we are all rough people in the countryside, I am afraid that we will not take good care of it." ”

Su Luhuan heard the majesty of this person's master, and expected that this person must be extraordinary, so he bowed slightly and returned the half-salute and said: "The little girl shouldn't have come here to disturb, but my brother's injury has not healed, and it may be difficult to make the trip for a while, so I have to stay here, and when my senior brother's injury improves, he will definitely leave as soon as possible." ”

The man hummed with a condensed sigh in his mouth, beckoned, and walked forward with his wife and children. The rest of the people saw that the man looked displeased, and when they passed by Su Luhuan's side, they all nodded slightly, and left one after another.