Shan He Biao Li

Chu Huan did not move when he woke up, nor did he change the frequency of breathing. He instinctively expanded his five senses to figure out the surrounding environment. Later, when he recovered, he felt that there was no need. He found his persecution delusion became more serious. This is a harbinger of taking yourself too seriously, bad, you have to stop in time.

At the same time, Chu Huan felt the discomfort of his body afterwards.

He should have had a fever and was too weak. There was no pain in the wound. Anyway, it hurts. It may be because the wound was covered. The coat was picked by someone. He was lying on a very uncomfortable one. On the bed, there was a smell of tide on the quilt.

Chu Huan emptied his brain for a moment, faced the opinion of Pharaoh, and now the big ghost is dead, and the little ghost is going to catch him. He has a heart to do, and he should find something to do. There are so many things in this world that need people. To do it, the world is unclear, the rivers and rivers are not clear, countless people have spent countless efforts to achieve such a Chu Huan today, if he cares for the shadows all day, would he still look like someone?

But what should he do?

The most economical one is where to go back and forth, but when thinking of the kind of advice he let go of on the cliff, Chu Huan was a little worried that he would drag others down.

Maybe you should really find some medicine after you go back.

At this moment, he heard something in his ear blowing a very special minor key.

The pain made people irritable. Chu Huan knew that he was prone to depression, so he focused his attention on other places as much as possible. He could not help but stare at his ears, carefully listening to the music, guessing that it might be some kind of Ye Di.

The piper’s vital capacity must be amazing, the breath is long and powerful, and the sound of the flute is round and pleasant.

Well, it seems to be raining outside the window.

Chu Huan actually has no literary and artistic cells. Appreciating music is basically at the level of “a few popular songs”, but the minor key at this time seems to have some kind of magic, and he can’t help but fall into that sound.

The sound of the flute was soaked in rain, and he breathed in. He seemed to lie on a distant hillside, and he could smell the sweet smell of green grass on the side.

Miraculously, the languor and burnout that had been entangled in Chu Huan’s body had been appeased. After a while, he actually experienced a long-lost pleasure.

Not excited, but happy.

In fact, if you are a normal person, you might take a nap, take some sun, read a book, or chat with a few gossip friends, you will easily feel the joy of calm and relaxation, but this is not true for Chu Huan. It’s a luxury. The sense of happiness evoked by the little song is like a bunch of sparks in the dark, dazzling.

Chu Huan couldn’t help but slowly opened his eyes.

He first saw the “Xiao Fang” that he met at the station. Xiao Fang was squatting in the corner and boiled a pot of herbal medicine. The expression was still indignant. Under the blue sky, his thick brows and big eyes became more prominent, and his face was narrower. A somewhat unspeakable familiarity-Chu Huan looked at it for a while, confirming that the familiarity came from “Angry Bird”.

Then his eyes turned to the young man playing the flute.

The man’s clothes were called “fancy clothes”, but he was naked and wearing a vest that was too old and distressed. Chu Huan Chang has never heard of anyone wearing a suit vest as a t-shirt, but he ca n’t hide anything, and at a glance, the man ’s chest, arms, and even the strong and flexible waistline are all unobstructed, and the weird totem is full. On the back of his arm, half-hidden under the loose waistcoat, a bunch of long hair hanging down his waist loosely tied behind his back.

He was like a savage savage. He picked up a piece of clothing in the garbage dump, put it on his body and put it directly into the city.

But he was very handsome, and he was a natural and unretouched handsome. The facial features were all just right. When he held a leaf in his hand and stood by the window, the whole person looked clean and upright.

In this way, the strange dress is not only ridiculous, but it makes people feel that this is a bold new fashion.

The young man was originally facing the window, facing the bed, and Chu Huan opened his eyes, and he noticed it and turned his head. The corners of his eyes flew obliquely, and his eyebrows were covered with a bright smile.

He looked like a sunny tree in the wild forest, with a straight waist and lush foliage. The whole person exuded vitality, and lively rushed into Chu Huan’s eyes.

At that moment, Chu Huan clearly heard a “chuck” sound.

He felt his lifeless heart flicker, as if moving.

Chu Huan thought this was unbelievable, thinking that his heart was unreasonable, and could not help but spurn himself: “Is the river and lake rumor saying that I am cold, don’t be fooled? What is the reason.”

He couldn’t help being embarrassed, but quickly covered up, Chu Huan slowly climbed up while adjusting his mental state, thinking: “Male color is also color, although it is not good, he did not say not to let it go Appreciate it. “

This time he noticed that the wound on his body had been re-bandaged, but the thing used for the bandage was very unique-it was a plant leaf that Chu Huan had not seen, the palm was wide, very long, long It must be neat, fresh, and smell the fragrance of plants.

…… Wrapped up well, just like dumplings.

Chu Huan squeezed his dry lips and grinned reluctantly. Xiao Fang, who was squatting the decoction at the corner of the corner, glanced in full of respect, feeling that he was a Mongolian doctor.

Probably saw that he was thirsty, the long-haired man put down the leaves in his hand, turned over the guest house glass, and poured a glass of water to him: “Drink.”

When he was finished, he took Chu Huan ’s empty glass of water and walked aside. He took out a small jar and poured out a glass of yellow liquid. He handed it to Chu Huan again and said with a smile: “Drink.”

This time Chu Huan sniffed his nose and judged the composition of the glass of liquid in front of him-alcohol.

He couldn’t help but hesitated, pointed to himself, and sincerely asked: “For me?”

The beautiful man with long hair looked at him friendly and jumped out word by word in jerky Chinese: “Please, please drink.”

Chu Huan: “…”

Ask the seriously wounded to drink, it is really a special edition of the nightingale little angel.

Someone smiles with a brilliant smile, probably because of the sincerity of his smile is 100%, every arc on his face seems to have some kind of power, can convey his happiness to others.

Chu Huan is not a man of bad scenery. Faced with such a face, let alone a glass of wine, or a bowl of arsenic, he can drink it all.

The wine is long and soft, and it should be quite comfortable to drink, but somehow, there is a lingering smell inside, which is long aftertaste, and finally the wine is completely covered, so that Chu Huan has a drink of blood. Illusion, a little tumbling in the stomach.

But it ’s not good to spit it out. Fortunately, he is accustomed to tolerating various environments that are not suitable for human survival. Chu Huan swallowed without frowning, and then forced a half-dead smile with a pale face, and arrogantly ran against each other. Gave a thumb.

The expression of the handsome guy with long hair suddenly became more splendid, and even the little brother Fang in the corner seemed to be stunned for a while, and he looked a lot kinder.

Chu Huan asked: “This is the legendary five poisonous wine?”

This sentence may be a bit complicated, and neither of them understood it. The long-haired handsome guy’s face showed a little bit confused and blinked in confusion.

Chu Huan had to ask again: “What do you call it?”

I still don’t understand.

Chu Huan had no choice but to fill up the speed of speech, and his voice lengthened from word to word: “I mean, what is your name?”

This time the other party finally understood that the opening made a strange sound, not monophonic, nor Chinese-like, it sounded like singing, with a peculiar rhythm, and the ending was similar to the Chinese “An”.

Chu Huan: “What’s up?”

The handsome long-haired man raised his head and beckoned the “Xiao Fang” who was boiling medicine in the corner. Xiao Fang immediately trained to go out and wash his hands. After a while, he took a small wooden box with a cautious attitude like burning incense and fasting. , Hands were handed to the long-haired handsome guy.

The long-haired handsome man, holding the wooden box, sat down on the chair opposite Chu Huan. He sat upright and had the demeanor of “sitting like a bell”.

I saw that the wooden box had a simple color, and the four corners were still rimmed. Although the carving was not very good, it was very willing to cut the material. The package was all pure gold, and the big vulgar was elegant. Very clumsy.

The wooden box was opened, with a cloth bag inside, wrapped in something, three layers inside and three layers outside, and Chu Huan involuntarily straightened his color, thinking that there was something unique in this treasure.

As a result, I saw this handsome-looking brother who drew out a … er, a “tattered” Xinhua dictionary.

It’s really a “handful” dictionary, because it’s completely cost-free. The cover fell off as soon as it appeared, and the crumpled spine hung there crumblingly, and the master carefully reached out his hand, Chu Huan’s eyes sharp, saw that The weather-beaten cover has the words “revised version of 1971” written on it.

Dear mother, this is the product before the reform and opening up.

The long-haired handsome man opened the dictionary, and part of the “Pinyin Index” had disappeared-but in terms of these dear friends, obviously, Pinyin is not very useful-he stroked, After meticulously finding “Ten” in the radical index, it took another two minutes to turn awkwardly to the page number that I was looking for and pointed out the word “South” to Chu Huan.

He didn’t speak clearly. He actually knew a few words, so he learned “Mute Chinese”.

Chu Huan: “South?”

The handsome guy raised his head and gave him a staring look.

Chu Huan looked away uncomfortably and thought, “Speak as you speak, don’t throw anything to wink?”

Then, the handsome guy counted the strokes seriously, turned to the side of the word “mountain”, and lightly nodded his chest.

Chu Huan: “Mountain, Nanshan?”

As soon as the word “Nanshan” fell, the handsome guy on the opposite side became happy for no reason. It seemed that being called a name was the happiest thing in the world, and the result of his happiness was that he took out the strange wine. The jar, first poured himself a cup, and then under the inexplicable pain of Chu Huan’s eyes, took his cup with enthusiasm and filled it up.

“What are you talking about? Does it seem that you know the word?” Chu Huan thought sadly. “My mouth really owes me.”

Then he happily touched a cup with the beautiful man, held his breath, and sipped it out with audacity.

Another bite of **** taste.

But with this second glass of wine going down, Chu Huan’s cold chest began to rise in a melting warmth, starting with a small ball, and then the warmth slowly swam all over his body, effectively alleviating him The pain from the wound.

He slightly moved his shoulder and found that the bandage was a little worse, but it was very effective. At least the gunshot wound on the shoulder was no longer bleeding, and the shoulder was much looser.

Generally, sensitive wounds such as gunshot wounds or severe knife wounds, even when they arrive in the hospital, the doctors have to interrogate and usually report to the police, and these two men who meet each other are not afraid that he is a gangster, but he also rescued him. Once he … Don’t care what method he used, Chu Huan had to thank.

Chu Huan and Nanshan thanked each other. When he spoke, Nanshan listened with great concentration, as if he was listening to fairy sounds.

Nanshan should have learned a little Chinese. If someone speaks slower and uses simpler words, he can understand a few words or seven words or eight words or eight words, but also knows some words. It can’t be written. Only through some radicals can we find a similar word, and stumblingly communicate with Chu Huan.

To understand his gratitude, Nanshan first said something in his singing-like voice. His voice was low and gentle, and it sounded terrible, that is, the words were like aliens. Chu Huan appreciated it for a while, even with a punctuation mark I don’t understand.

Nanshan might also realize that he was a little puzzling. He shook his head and laughed at himself, opened his baby dictionary, and in an extremely inefficient way, turned it out word by word and showed it to Chu Huan.

Chu Huan distinguished carefully, and saw that the words he meant were “you”, “go”, “luck”, “road”, “to”, “me”, “men”, “this”, “dangerous”, “face”, “me”, “men” and “shall” “Sense” “shoot” “you”.

Chu Huan: “…”

A large wave of typos rushed in, and Chu Huan, who was seriously injured, wiped his eyes black.

“Grandpa Uncle’s,” he thought, “how can I still play together?”