MTL - Pihanjin-Chapter 48

On the way back, Xie Changgeng asked someone to bring something to eat.

When the child saw the food, his eyes lit up, he took it, lowered his head and ate.

Xie Changgeng took his own water bladder again, unplugged it, and handed it to him.

The child drank a few sips of water, finally slowed down, raised his head and said, "Thank you, sir!"

Xie Changgeng asked him why he lost that night.

The child whispered, "That night, I was woken up by the sound outside and saw the stables on fire. I was afraid that the fire would burn over, and wanted to ask them to bring my pony with me, but they were all gone. , I ran over by myself, and saw a group of big horses break through the fence and ran out. The reins of the foal were entangled with a big horse. I ran after it and called it, and it heard my voice. , look back at me. I know it wants to come back, but it can't stop by itself. It is dragged by the big horse and runs forward. I am afraid that it will not be able to keep up. If it falls, it will be trampled to death by them. Wanting to cut its reins, I chased after him..."

He grabbed the scythe that he used to mow the grass in the stable, and chased the horses in the direction of their escape, but how could he catch up with the frightened horses, and he was quickly left behind.

It was raining and his feet were muddy, but the boy was worried about his foal and wanted to get it back. He forgot all his fears, grabbed the scythe, and continued to chase.

He chased farther and farther, stopped and walked, and when it was dawn, he heard a tragic hissing sound in the distance.

He followed the voice, looked for it, and finally found his foal.

The rein, which was entangled with the horse, wrapped around the trunk of an old poplar tree in the wilderness, and went around several times, but couldn't break free and stopped there.

The foal's neck and the corners of its mouth were covered with bloodstains left by the rubbing of the reins. Seeing his appearance, its front hooves leaped in the air, making a neighing sound of excitement.

The boy, forgetting his exhaustion and hunger, went up at once, cut the reins with his sickle, and untied the two horses.

As soon as the horse was free, it ran away. The child hugged his scarred pony. After being excited, he found that he had lost his way and could never find his way back to the racecourse.

He wandered for a long time in the wilderness, remembering a river running behind the horse farm. He hoped to find the river, walk up the river, and maybe go back.

Next, one person and one horse, just walk around in this boundless wilderness, looking for the flowing water.

The next day, they collided head-on with a lone wolf beside a muddy field.

The wolf didn't attack the foal, which was much larger than it, but jumped out and rushed towards the child, when the foal, which was a few months old, ran over and kicked it away. The wolf was provoked, jumped up, bit the foal's butt, and after being thrown away, bit its neck again.

The foal was dragged to the ground, and its throat was about to be torn by the wolf claws. The child got up from the ground, rushed up, raised the scythe in his hand, and stabbed it with all his strength.

The sharp circular hook blade pulled from the wolf's neck all the way to the wolf's belly, piercing its belly, and the intestines flowed out.

The wolf loosened his mouth. Facing the hooting foal on the opposite side and the child who was clasping the weapon tightly in his hand and shouting angrily at himself, the injured it felt terrified.

After a moment of confrontation, it dragged its outflowing intestines and turned around to flee.

Fearing that the wild wolf would come back, the child immediately ran in the other direction with the injured foal, not even noticing that a shoe was missing on his feet.

He and his colt, after escaping from the wolf's mouth, seemed to have finally gotten better.

That night, he found a dead and collapsed old Populus euphratica tree and curled up in the gap under the trunk. After a night, he found a river beach the next morning.

One person and one horse, just like this, they went upstream along the deserted beach, stop and go, they had been walking for two days, until this moment, they met Xie Changgeng and his group who were chasing after him.

"What are you eating these days?"

In the beginning, whatever grass the pony eats, the child eats it with it. Later, his stomach was always gurgling, he lost his strength, and he couldn't walk. He remembered that when he was in Junshan's medicine house, when he was helping Shigong with his work, Shigong once told him that the earthworms in the field were also known as the land. Dragons can not only be used for medicine, but in times of famine, the people also dig them to feed their hunger.

"I don't want to die here... I want to go back... I was so hungry that I couldn't walk, so I dug earthworms in the field by the beach, and after eating them, I had the strength to walk..."

The child answered quietly.

The people around were silent, Liang Tuan looked at the child with a surprised look on his face, and said, "Sir, the young master not only has a great fortune, but also has good luck and good luck. I admire it so much! The young master Jizi Longwen has boundless future prospects!"

Xie Changgeng lowered his head and looked at the child in front of him who was looking up at him. His eyes stayed on his dirty little face for a while, and he didn't say anything, but slowly raised his hand and rubbed it. Rubbing that little head in his arms.

He took off the cloak on his body, wrapped the small body in front of the horse completely, let him lean against his arms, and said, "It's all right. There is still a long way to go back here. If you are tired, just Close your eyes and sleep."

He paused.

"When you go back, you will be able to see your mother."

…

In the middle of the night, it rained, and in a row of houses behind the racecourse, a window was still showing a warm dim yellow light.

In the house, a fire to ward off the cold was lit, and it was warm. Xi'er, who had just been sent back by Liang Tuan, took a shower and sat on the edge of the bed. Mu Fulan cleaned the wounds on his legs and feet for him, carefully applying the plaster, and immediately stopped his hand when he saw his toes shrank.

"Does it hurt?"

She raised her red and swollen eyes, looked at the child and asked him.

"It doesn't hurt."

"Mother, don't cry. I'm fine, don't be sad."

Xi'er shook her head, stretched out her hand, and wiped her tears.

This is her son. So well-behaved, so caring, and brave and fearless beyond her imagination. A man in the wilderness, eating raw earthworms, waddled along with his foal with his bare feet, one step at a time.

She held back the tears that were about to burst into her eyes, and nodded with a smile, "Mother is not sad, I'm so happy. If you bear it any longer, it won't hurt anymore."

She continued to gently wipe the ointment for the child, while wiping and blowing for him. After applying the medicine, she wrapped his little feet with a clean soft cotton cloth and lay down with him in her arms.

"Mother, don't go, you sleep beside me too, okay?" the child begged Mu Fulan.

Mu Fulan had let him sleep alone before.

She lay beside her son, held him in her arms, and coaxed him to sleep in the sound of the night rain beside her ears.

After a long time, Xi'er moved in her arms, opened her eyes, and whispered, "Mother, I didn't listen to you. When you were away, I talked to Mr. Xie."

"Are you going to be mad at me?"

Mu Fulan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

She hesitated for a while, and finally asked a question that had made her uneasy and worried all the time for the past few months.

"Xi'er, did he treat you badly on the road after he took you away? How are you doing here?"

Xi'er didn't blink, and immediately said, "Master Xie is very good to me. After arriving here, he was very busy. I was alone in his home, and he let someone take care of me. Later, he took me to the horse farm, I liked it. Pony, he gave it to me."

Mu Fulan was a little surprised. Looking at her son's clear eyes, she breathed a sigh of relief after a while, with a smile on her face.

She touched her son's little face, kissed him, and said, "You'll be fine. Go to sleep, we can go back when your injury is healed."

The light in the window went out, the surroundings darkened, and the voices of the mother and son in the room fell silent.

In the rainy night outside the door, the man continued to stand for a while, put the ointment in his hand at the door, and turned around.

Mu Fulan turned off the lights and closed his eyes. Suddenly, he heard a slight noise outside the door. He hesitated, put on his clothes and got up, and went down to open the door.

There was something more on the ground at the door.

She picked it up, saw that it was a small medicine bottle, opened the lid, and smelled it, she knew that it was a good golden medicine.

She held the medicine bottle and looked around suspiciously.

Under the darkness of night, autumn rain was falling, the door was empty, the surroundings were dark, and there was nothing.

The next day, the steward of the Jiedu envoy, who had returned a few days ago, hurried to the racecourse to pick him up.

Mu Fulan took Xi'er and took the carriage back to Guzang, and brought the foal back with her.

In the following days, Mu Fulan never saw Xie Changgeng appear. He seemed to be very busy, and she didn't ask, just taking care of Xi'er in the Jiedu envoy's mansion.

The child's skin and flesh were healed quickly, and with careful care, within a few days, the wounds on Xi'er's legs and feet scabbed and slowly fell off. The thinned flesh on the small face soon grew back.

That evening, Xie Changgeng came back from the outside and discussed matters with Liu Guan and several other officials in the study. After finishing, everyone retreated, and he continued to sit at the desk.

After a while, a small figure appeared outside the door.

The child hid outside the hidden door, stuck his head out, and quietly looked at Xie Changgeng who was still busy in the study, as if he wanted to come in, but he didn't dare.

Xie Changgeng had already noticed it, and without stopping, he said, "Come in!"

Xi'er was startled at first, but when she came back to her senses, she realized that he was talking to herself, and with a sigh, she stepped over the threshold, walked in, and stopped in front of the adults.

"Is something wrong?"

Xie Changgeng asked him.

After he finished asking, he didn't hear an answer for a long time. He raised his head and saw that the little man was looking at him restrainedly.

"Don't be afraid, if you have anything, just tell me."

This time, he tried to soften his voice.

Xi'er shook her head at first, then nodded again, and finally said hesitantly, "The little pony's injury is almost healed. I want to name it, Xiaolongma. Sir, do you think this name is good?"

Xie Changgeng was stunned, he didn't expect that he would ask himself such a thing.

For some reason, he suddenly became extremely happy.

He looked at the pea-sized child standing in front of him, and said sternly, "It's as brave as you. It's very worthy to give it this name. I'll call it Xiaolongma in the future."

Hearing him complimenting himself, the little man's eyes showed some coy joy, and said, "Then it will be called Xiaolongma in the future!"

Xie Changgeng looked at the smiling face of the child in front of him, and finally couldn't bear it any longer, and waved to him.

Xier obediently walked to his side and looked at him.

Xie Changgeng said, "The night you just came back, I heard what you and your mother said. Why didn't you tell her that you were sick here before?"

Xi'er said, "If she found out, she would cry again. She would also be angry with you."

Xie Changgeng paused, hesitated, picked up the child and put it on his lap.

"I brought you here before and made you sick. Don't you hate me?"

The child was silent for a moment, raised his face, and whispered, "I don't hate you anymore."

"why?"

"You gave me a pony. You brought me back to see my mother."

Xie Changgeng looked at his beautiful eyes that were very similar to the woman's, and said slowly, "But your mother still hates me. The day you lost her, she almost killed me."

Xi'er was stunned, and immediately shook her head, "Thank you, my mother won't kill people! She can only save people!"

Xie Changgeng hugged him and sat on the desk, took off his clothes, turned around, and showed him the wound on his back.

These days, he was running around, the wound was on his back, it was inconvenient for him to apply medicine, and he didn't pay much attention to it. In addition, he had been drenched in rain the day before, not only did he not heal, but there were signs of swelling and pus around him.

"See? That's what she stabbed."

Xi'er was surprised, and her eyes showed an unbearable look, "Sir, are you in pain?"

"It hurts! Not only does it hurt, but the day before yesterday, I was drenched in the rain, and my head hurts a lot now!"

He motioned for the villain to touch his forehead.

Xi'er touched his forehead, then touched her own forehead solemnly, and opened her eyes.

"Sir, you're sick! I can't heal! You wait, I'll call my mother to come!"

He climbed off the desk and ran out quickly.

It was getting dark, and the light in the study was getting dimmer.

The figure of the woman finally appeared at the door of the study.

She walked in, lit the candlestick on the desk, and said to the man who was still writing, "Take off your clothes." Her voice was flat.

Xie Changgeng put down his pen, got up, undressed silently, and turned his back to her.

Mu Fulan stood behind him, inspected the wound, and cleaned it for him. His movements were not very gentle. Then he took out a silver knife, set it on fire for a moment, and ordered him to lie on the case and gouge out a small piece of rotten flesh from his wound.

Xie Changgeng leaned over, clutching the corner of the case tightly with both hands, and there was a sharp pain in her back. Seeing that her attitude was cold and her hands were not gentle, she couldn't help it, she gritted her teeth and said authentically, "If there was a knife on the side that day. "Aren't you going to stab me with a knife?"