"Long time no see. ”

I didn't see each other for a long time, and then we met without saying a word.

Bored, I picked up a chopstick pickle and put it in my mouth, and chewed it with a flutter.

The best thing for wine is peanuts, and pickles are the most suitable to eat with gruel, so Li Wenshuo is not drinking wine at this time, but drinking porridge.

A mouthful of pickles, a mouthful of porridge, this day is comfortable to race over the gods.

The bowl in the north is bigger than the bowl in the south, but it is not much bigger, but Li Wenshuo drinks porridge very slowly, and a pair of chopsticks are picking and choosing in the plate, Dugu Qiu just watched Li Wenshuo drink porridge quietly, until the big bowl of porridge was drunk.

"Looks like you've been mixing well lately. Li Wenshuo said with a smile on his face.

Dugu Qiu smiled bitterly, his face was full of wind and frost, and he really didn't look very good, and his originally bright chain mail was a little dim, but the red cloth strip tied around his neck was extremely bright.

"Why isn't it as good as you, what's the matter, I'm bored in the city when I have nothing to do, and I come here to have fun?"

Dugu Qiu also asked for a bowl of porridge, two big steamed buns, and ate a small half of the pickles that were left, and ate them one bite at a time, and in just half a year of military life, he turned a polite and chivalrous man into a reckless man who had to gobble up every meal.

However, in Li Wenshuo's eyes, it is obvious that today's Dugu Qiu is more down-to-earth, more like a person living in the world.

"I'm not that boring, there's nothing to visit in this city, but I can't stay in the Central Plains after being chased by that group of assassins, and I want to go to the grassland to have a look. ”

Dugu Qiu was stunned, frowned, and said, "You want to go to the grassland?"

"Why, no. ”

Dugu Qiu swallowed the food in his mouth and wiped his mouth, although he looked a little embarrassed at this time, far less majestic than Liu Cripple said, but he still did it very straight, and every movement was very upright.

"It's not that it can't be done, it's just that something is happening on the grassland right now. ”

Li Wenshuo raised his eyebrows lightly and asked aloud, "Surely you will die?"

Dugu Qiu shook his head, Li Wenshuo slapped the table, glanced at him, and said, "Isn't that over, do you think my brother is afraid of things?"

Thinking of this, Dugu Qiu also shook his head and smiled, and reached out to reach the wine jug in Li Wenshuo's hand, but Li Wenshuo flashed lightly, and he didn't feel embarrassed.

"According to the habits on the grassland, winter is the most difficult time on the grassland, so that every year before the arrival of winter, there will always be many tribes with troops to come to my Central Plains to plunder, although most of them will be beaten by my army, and the things they get are always not proportional to the number of people who died, but they still do these things tirelessly, but this year there are some accidents, this winter no one invaded the hinterland of the Central Plains to plunder, not a single tribe. ”

Li Wenshuo's understanding of the grassland comes entirely from books and Lao Fan, and Lao Fan is still a person who has never been to the grassland.

"You can't grow food on the grassland. ”

Dugu Qiu nodded, chewed another bite of pickles, and said softly: "I make a living by raising cattle and sheep, but slaves can't eat cattle and sheep, they can only eat some barley mixed with sand." ”

"Will a lot of people starve to death?"

Li Wenshuo's eyes were a little dim, and he immediately understood why so many people would die, but the tribes on the grassland still came to loot the insignificant grain in the border city, and believed that even if the grain was transported back, those slaves would still not be able to eat it.

He could even imagine that it was not the steppe cavalry armed to the teeth that came to plunder, but some hungry, red-eyed, unclothed, scrawny slaves.

No wonder so many people died.

They were meant to be put to death.

It is better to die in battle than to starve to death, and this is indeed the case for those great nobles of the steppe, hunger is terrible, and no matter how ignorant and cowardly, in the case of extreme hunger, it will be madly terrifying.

Dugu Qiu frowned, of course he knew this, even better than Li Wenshuo, and continued: "So we sent scouts to the grassland to investigate, and found that there was a war on the grassland, and many tribes were fighting, it is estimated that after this battle, the vitality on the grassland will not be able to recover for many years." ”

Li Wenshuo felt more interesting, so he took another sip of wine, glanced at Dugu Qiu's greedy look, and said with a smile: "You are not allowed to drink alcohol in the army, just two ordinary soldiers can abide by the rules, you can't bear it as a ranger general, hey, officials, they are really a group of privileged people." ”

"If you don't drink, you don't drink. ”

Dugu Qiu smiled bitterly twice, took another bite of pickles, glanced at the hilt of the sword behind Li Wenshuo, thinking of the green frost that was broken on Mount Hua, he didn't feel much guilt in his heart, laughed, and said, "Good sword." ”

He really didn't have anything to feel guilty about, and in order to make his heart feel happy, he even left Huashan alone and threw his sword on Huashan.

Li Wenshuo does not deny it, because although the broken tooth is very heavy, it is indeed a good sword that sharpens iron like clay.

His eyes moved down, and he glanced at Dugu Qiu's waist, only to find that the place where the sword should have been hung had become a knife, a Liyang saber.

frowned slightly, and said softly: "I will help you get the Ten Thousand Sword back, it won't be too long." ”

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Dugu Qiu's face, and he was very happy, but he shook his head and said, "No need, the sword is not suitable for use on the battlefield, and it is more convenient to use a knife to cut people and kill the enemy." ”

As he spoke, he patted the long knife on his waist, Li Wenshuo also raised his eyebrows, sneered, picked a pickle and chewed it slowly in his mouth, and said, "Then take it yourself when you want to." ”

Li Wenshuo's mood has not changed, whether he uses a knife or a sword, Dugu Qiu is still Dugu Qiu after all, he is still a swordsman.

Although Dugu Qiu looks very tired now, he obviously encountered some things, but since he didn't say it, Li Wenshuo didn't plan to ask, and he didn't worry too much, because he found that even now, he was no longer sure of victory in the face of Dugu Qiu with a knife, and he believed that when the knife in his hand was replaced by a sword, he would become very strong.

The air became quiet again, Li Wenshuo drank the wine one by one, Dugu Qiu ate the steamed buns and gruel one by one, and after a while, the steamed buns were in the stomach, and the bowls for porridge and the plates for pickles were empty.

Li Wenshuo pushed the wine jug out for the first time and said softly, "Do you want to take a sip." ”

But Dugu Qiu stood up without hesitation, and the chain mail on his body rattled, clanging, and it sounded very good.

The setting sun dragged its long golden skirt and rippled leisurely in the turbid air

Looking at Dugu Qiu, who turned around and was about to leave, Li Wenshuo frowned, and asked again: "I finally met once, and I really don't take a sip anymore?"

"Really when I'm stupid, the flask is empty. ”

After saying this, Dugu Qiu strode away, and his originally immature back now looks really like a general, majestic.

Li Wenshuo was stunned for a moment, then he lay on the table and laughed, patting the table rhythmically with his right hand again and again.

Listening to the laughter behind him, Dugu Qiu's face was also full of smiles, and he said softly:

"You lunatic. ”

The sunset that is about to go down is like a soft gaze, like a caressing finger stretched out from the flat domain.

In this soft light, two dusty young men, one laughing, the other walking like a knife, many years later, the two met again, still a stack of pickles, two bowls of gruel.