A trace of sand

Chapter 19

The mountains at the eastern foot of Taihang Mountain are ten thousand ren high, and there are few people inhabited.Ferocious beasts often come to the deep mountains, except for hunters who occasionally enter this forest, almost no one passes by.

Yan Qingyang has lived here for two years.

Two years ago, taking advantage of Qiao Xuanbing's unpreparedness, he lived in the city for a while after leaving Ci'en Temple.

After a long time of hard training, the Jue of Rejuvenation fell short, and he could never come back, and every noise of human voices would make his heart vibrate, making him extremely uncomfortable.

Now living in the mountains is even more remote than living in seclusion. Except for buying firewood, rice, oil and salt at the foot of the mountain every few months, I usually hunt for a living.

At the beginning, he also raised some ducks and let the ducks forage in the nearby streams and forests. He could often eat some duck eggs, but later he felt that the ducks were noisy, so he changed to raising chickens.As a result, the chickens were very disturbed when they crowed, so they drove them out.

Those domestic chickens returned to the mountains and forests, regained their wild nature, and their wings were hardened, so they flew higher than pheasants in the forest.

Because the Jue of Rejuvenation had no progress, he picked up the wedding dress magic skill and practiced it again.

Marrying Clothes Magic is a martial art for treating internal injuries. It has slowly repaired his damaged tendons, but he still can't stop practicing the Jue of Rejuvenation. Every day when he falls asleep, the exercises will run in his body automatically, and only a small amount of energy has been accumulated. Internal strength, but enough to hurt him.Every time I think of the father and son, I feel like my body is being torn apart.When the pain was excruciating, he even thought about why he was lingering on.

Gradually, I didn't think about anything, and looked at the scriptures brought here from Ci'en Temple every day, and felt peaceful in my heart.

Being a monk in a temple can certainly alleviate this pain, but there are always people in the temple, and it is easy to pass on news when there are people. Qiao Xuanbing finds it, but it brings inconvenience to the masters in the temple.Now in this deep mountain, except that survival is not easy, and there are often poisonous snakes and wild wolves, it is better than temples.

Qiao Xuanbing's suggestion had moved his heart, but after getting along with Qiao Xuanbing for a long time, he couldn't help but feel sad and hopeless, and he would die very quickly.It's not as good as it is now, go out once every few months, hear his news, know that he is still safe, and have no other wishes.

Back then, when Miracle Doctor Xue knew that he had practiced the Jue of Rejuvenation, he could have predicted his fate today. Now he can only live in the mountains and forests with wild animals, just like a savage.

He was washing clothes by the stream, and after washing a basin of clothes was hung on the rope, it was not yet noon.Because it has been raining for the past two days, the vegetable field next to the house does not need to be watered.

When the sun was bigger, he went back to his room to embroider.Now he is not short of money, but he has nothing to do, and he doesn't know how to do anything else, so he embroidered a twelve-foot-long landscape painting, planning to give it to Mr. Fang and the others as gifts.

After wiping off his sweat, he saw a man in a purple shirt wading from the side of a stream leading a white horse without a trace of variegation.

The man's long hair was tied behind him, and his face was handsome. Compared with when we parted two years ago, he was a little less cold and serious, and had a touch of indescribable taste.

Yan Qingyang stayed there, not knowing whether he should run away or pretend he didn't know him.He seldom interacts with people, but it is very difficult for him to talk to people now.

When the man saw him, he showed a look of joy, but he suppressed it, and only led the horse to walk in front of him: "I'm here."

His voice was a little hoarse, but he was extremely calm, which made Yan Qingyang's heart beating faster and faster a lot, but he still felt the pain, and his body shook slightly.

Qiao Xuanbing immediately reached out to support him, but instead of holding him in his arms, he only supported him, controlling the distance between them.

After looking at his face for a while, Qiao Xuanbing seemed to confirm whether he had been alarmed, and then asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

Yan Qingyang didn't expect to meet him again in this deep mountain and old forest. In a trance, he heard these two extremely ordinary words from him again, and for a moment he thought he was hallucinating.

He looked at Qiao Xuanbing intently, waiting for the phantom to disappear.But Qiao Xuanbing tied the horse to a nearby tree, walked up to him, and took his hand.

Noticing that his hands were very cold, Qiao Xuanbing's face was no different, and he said calmly: "I brought something to eat, where is your pot?"

Before he could answer, Qiao Xuanbing took his hand and walked towards the hut.

This hut was repaired by Yan Qingyang after cutting wood. The thatch on the roof had weathered the wind and rain and had a few holes. Leaky broken bowl.

This time, Qiao Xuanbing took the portrait and led the horse to many places, but this time he did not bring Qiao Lie with him.Qiao Xuanbing, who had been disappointed countless times when he heard that a man with a face similar to Yan Qingyang lived in the forest, did not expect to find him.

Until seeing this person concentrate on doing things, his expression was as usual, surprise filled his heart at that moment, his hands and feet trembled slightly uncontrollably, every part of his body was calling this person's name.

In my mind, I described the scenes of countless reunions, hoping not to disturb him, but I didn't expect that it was myself who was surprised.

He has never seen such a dilapidated place, just a slight gust of wind can overturn the house, and a wild boar can dig a big hole in the wall.There is only one bed in the room, and there are only a few sweet potatoes stewing in the stove, exuding a strong aroma.

Qiao Xuanbing tried his best to calmly say: "You just eat this?"

"..." Yan Qingyang took advantage of his inattention, retracted the hand he was holding, and stood very cautiously.

Qiao Xuanbing wanted to throw the two sweet potatoes away. After holding back for a long time, he pulled them aside, took the pot to boil water again, took out a wooden box from the bundle, and put a century-old ginseng in the box into the pot .

Yan Qingyang felt that it was a pity, Xuan Bing liked to drink ginseng chicken soup, but it was not so wasteful, such a big ginseng could be eaten many times if sliced.

Qiao Xuanbing couldn't stand his regretful expression, and coaxed him: "This ginseng has been kept for a long time, and the effect will disappear if you don't take the medicine."

Yan Qingyang thought the same, so he stopped thinking about it.

Qiao Xuanbing saw that he had covered a dilapidated table with old clothes, so he opened it to have a look, and found that it was an embroidered painting, which was exquisitely embroidered and full of aura.This long pattern is bigger than the pattern of his embroidery paintings seen before, and I am afraid that even Wei Qiniang, the world-famous magic needle today, can't match it.

Yan Qingyang hurriedly covered it again to prevent him from looking at it, and his breathing became much faster, obviously very excited and scared.Qiao Xuanbing never liked his hobby, so he would definitely ridicule him for not doing serious things, but only like female red embroidery.

Qiao Xuanbing didn't stop him, but watched him cover the embroidery with his trembling body.He couldn't tell whether it was emotion or excitement, how could such a talented and intelligent person fall in love with him?

Qiao Xuanbing couldn't help pity him, but he didn't dare to show it at all, lest he would be disturbed. After looking at him for a long time, he patted his shoulder lightly and said, "You cover it with your clothes because you are worried about rain and water leakage. Right? Why not cover it with an oilcloth."

"The oilcloth will...have stains." When he spoke, his voice was a little strange.

But Qiao Xuanbing didn't feel it, he was full of joy, just because he heard his voice again, he couldn't help showing joy on his face, but said in his mouth: "That's right, I was wrong."

He took off the purple shirt, put it on the thatched bed, and said: "I'll go to the roof to fix the leaking place, otherwise we will have to live for a long time."

The continuous impact made Yan Qingyang unable to recover, and Qiao Xuanbing almost seemed to be a different person, no longer as strong as before, which made him feel that he was dreaming.

Yan Qingyang has long been used to the thatched roof being repaired one day and leaking the next, not to mention living alone, there are so many things to do that are unimaginable, he only spends all his time doing a few things every day.Since the water was leaking, I took the bowl and basin to catch it, and repaired it together when it was too broken.

The water in the pot began to boil, and the precious ginseng gave off a faint fragrance, mixed with the smell of roasted sweet potatoes in the air, it was very weird, and it also made Yan Qingyang sober up a lot.

Qiao Xuanbing actually wanted to live here.

He frowned, but then realized that Qiao Xuanbing couldn't see the embroidery, so he randomly put it in the wooden box.

He didn't have many things, and the wooden box was empty, only half of the money Fang Tangxi gave him was left.

It's not that I don't want to give up money, it's just that the life of hard work makes people unable to think too much.

After tidying up the room, he smelled the ginseng soup, so he went to cut a salted pheasant, cleaned it, and put it in a pot to cook together.

It's a pity that the meat is bacon. This ginseng soup lacks a umami taste, but the salty fragrance is still strong and tangy, which makes the index finger move.

After the soup was cooked, Qiao Xuanbing also repaired the roof. When he entered the house, he was still a little sweaty. He wiped it with the cloth towel that Yan Qingyang put by the basin before putting on his clothes.

Yan Qingyang originally wanted to say that the cloth towel was wiped by himself and it was not clean, but before he could say anything, Qiao Xuanbing used it.

"It's delicious, and the soup you made is the most fragrant." Qiao Xuanbing filled a bowl with a smile.

Yan Qingyang's heart was pounding, but Qiao Xuanbing brought the soup in front of him: "Drink a bowl first, you are too thin."

Yan Qingyang couldn't refuse, so he had to accept it and put it on the wooden table.

He thought dully, Qiao Xuanbing must have felt owed for being so kind to him, but he was able to find this place, which shows that he is still somewhat sincere.He wanted to calm down, if he quarreled again, it would be fine for him to be sad, but he didn't want to leave a bad impression on each other.

Qiao Xuanbing looked around for a while, and found that there was only one pair of chopsticks. Under the secret joy, he felt that he was very contemptible. Living alone in such a dilapidated place, the hardships and hardships were almost unimaginable. As for the embarrassment like now.

He saw that Yan Qingyang's clothes were made of burlap, but fortunately there were no patches on his body. Although he was thin, he was in better spirits than when they parted.

Every time he ruined his peaceful life.

This person should have been cared for and pitied by him, but he forced him to suffer.

"Why don't you drink the soup, isn't it a bit hot?" Qiao Xuanbing was so attentive that he almost took a spoon to feed him.

In desperation, he had no choice but to eat silently.

The smell of ginseng was very strong, and it didn't look like it had been poorly preserved at all, but he was in a state of confusion and couldn't detect it.

"Lie Lie is now practicing martial arts, so I didn't bring him out. Do you want to go back and see him?"

Yan Qingyang shook his hand, and the soup splashed out, but he said anxiously: "No, don't affect him."

Qiao Xuanbing knew that it was impossible for him to go down the mountain so easily, so he had to give up temporarily.He glanced around the room, intending to take the opportunity to admire the embroidery painting again, but found that it was gone, he couldn't help feeling disappointed, but said: "What shall we have for dinner tonight?"

Yan Qingyang knew that Qiao Xuanbing was used to rich clothes and fine food, so he must not be able to bear the hardships. Now that he doesn't even drink much chicken soup, it may be rare to make him happy.

After a long silence, he said, "Why don't I go find some wild mushrooms in the afternoon?"

Qiao Xuanbing said joyfully, "I'll go with you!"

Yan Qingyang didn't expect Qiao Xuanbing to hit the snake with the stick and follow him when he went out.He originally planned to take the opportunity to go down the mountain to escape for a few days, but this time it was hopeless, he couldn't help feeling depressed, and lost his appetite for food.

Qiao Xuanbing didn't seem to notice it at all, and repeatedly advised him to eat meat and drink soup.

After finally having lunch, Yan Qingyang was about to go out. Qiao Xuanbing caught a glimpse of him wearing straw sandals barefoot. Although the weather is not cold now, it is common for him to be cut by sharp leaves in the mountains and forests.If he hadn't cut off the branches and leaves with his sword, even the horse wouldn't be able to get here.

He said in a muffled voice, "I won't go, I won't eat."

Yan Qingyang looked very confused.

He forced a smile: "The pheasant and ginseng soup is also delicious, let's continue to eat this tonight."

Yan Qingyang was still standing by the door without moving. After a long time, he said: "If you like this soup, you won't just eat this. I'll go pick mushrooms. Stir-fried pork with mushrooms is also very good."

He couldn't bear it anymore, hugged him tightly, buried his head on his shoulder, the wet and sour eyes kept gushing out, and tears soaked Yan Qingyang's shoulder unscrupulously.

In front of this person, he didn't have to hide his sadness at all.

Yan Qingyang didn't seem to expect that he would shed tears. After a long while, he tentatively touched his hair with his hand, stroked his hair slowly, and asked in a worried voice, "Who hurt you?"

Is it Shan Miaozhi?Only the person he likes can make him so sad.In this case, it can also explain why he came to find himself.When Shan Miaozhi had a new love back then, he could make him promise to marry him.It must be more serious now than last time, so that he could find this place.

When they can't ask for what they like, many people will choose the person they like, which is also a means of self-protection.

"Qingyang, I'm sorry..." Qiao Xuanbing said in a muffled voice.

Is this man, who has always been arrogant, apologizing to himself?

In Yan Qingyang's heart, Qiao Xuanbing would never apologize even if he did something wrong, even if he was wronged, he would not bother to explain.I didn't expect to hear him apologize today.

Yan Qingyang only felt flustered: "What happened?"

He clenched Qiao Xuanbing's arm tightly, as if to give himself insignificant strength.

Qiao Xuanbing could hear that his voice was trembling, and quickly suppressed his excitement, and reluctantly said: "It's great that you are still alive."

He kissed Yan Qingyang on the forehead: "Come back with me, I have practiced the wedding dress magic skill, although I only have two years of skill, but it will definitely make you better."

Although Yan Qingyang felt that Qiao Xuanbing's lips seemed to be burning hot when he kissed him, but he only thought that he was so excited to hallucinate seeing him, and then he was stunned for a while by his words.Qiao Xuanbing is actually willing to practice wedding dress magic for him?

"This martial art is useless, and it's slow to enter. It will delay your skill. No, don't practice it." Yan Qingyang, who had reacted, said in a hurry. The anxiety made his heart ache, and he couldn't help frowning slightly .

Qiao Xuanbing hastily stroked his heart with his palm, the warmth of his palm was indeed the foundation of the magical technique of wedding dress.

"My martial arts advancement has also been stagnant for a long time. If I refer to other martial arts, I may make a breakthrough." Qiao Xuanbing hugged him for a long time, but still did not let go. The warm breath lightly blew on his cheeks and ears, making him He was almost shaking.

He thought that his heart would never be moved by foreign objects again, but he didn't expect that just a hug from Qiao Xuanbing would make him so excited that he couldn't help it.

He pushed Qiao Xuanbing away, took a few steps back, and didn't stop until his back leaned against the wall. Qiao Xuanbing looked at him with deep eyes, and he couldn't tell what Qiao Xuanbing was thinking from it.

"Come down the mountain with me to take care of your health first, okay? It won't be too late to come back to live after you get well."

Faced with Qiao Xuanbing's begging tone, Yan Qingyang really didn't know how to refuse.He would never reject Qiao Xuanbing, even if he didn't want to agree in his heart, he would just leave secretly.It's not that I didn't dare, it's just that I couldn't bear to refuse him. Even though I knew it would hurt me, or even make me die, I still agreed to him.

"Qingyang..."

Hearing Qiao Xuanbing's soft tone, he finally couldn't help but nodded.