blue shirt oath

Chapter 2 The Curly Song
Even though the two speeded up, they still couldn't cross the mountain range that Du Qingshan mentioned before it got dark.

However, the two were lucky and found a cave sheltered from the wind.

Song Guichen diligently began to tidy up the cave.

Inside was a bundle of dry grass that hadn't been wet by the rain and snow, and a pile of dry firewood, apparently brought by the nearby hunters.

Song Guichen thought of the animal footprints on the snow that he saw from time to time after entering the mountain, so he couldn't help smiling, and the movements of his hands became more crisp and neat, and soon he lit the firewood.

"Eat mountains by relying on mountains, and drink water by relying on water."

There are animal footprints on the snow, indicating that there are animals in the mountain; there are animals, indicating that there is food in this mountain.

It seems that they took the pains to speed up the mountain, and they were right.

After several months of trekking, there were many mourners along the way, not to mention animals, even the roots and trunks of trees were gnawed bare, without a trace of green.

Now that it is near the border of Jiangnan, it gradually becomes a little angry.

Song Guichen happily took off the cloak that was in the way, and he couldn't help shivering when the cold wind blew.

She breathed into her hand, leaned close to the fire to roast for a while, then stood up, decided to take advantage of the snow to go out for a walk, try her luck, maybe she could meet a pheasant or a hare or something.

Looking at Du Qingshan, who has been sitting in the corner with his eyes closed against the rock wall since he entered the cave, Song Guichen was furious:

"Hey, let me tell you, you are a big man, you don't want to wait for me to find you something to eat, do you?"

Du Qingshan opened his eyes, with a natural look on his face: "Well, you go today, and I will go tomorrow."

Fair offer.

Song Guichen shrugged and did not refuse.

After all, since they ran out of dry food, he was the one who went to find food most of the time, although it was often just a few bitter wild vegetables.

There is nothing wrong with her going foraging for food today.

Thinking of this, Song Guichen took out a scimitar from his luggage, walked out of the cave, and deliberately pulled a bunch of thorn trees outside the cave to block the entrance of the cave.

It's not about people who are worried about the wind blowing in and blowing into the cave, but the place she managed to clean up, so it can't be discovered by others.

After sealing the entrance of the cave tightly, Song Guichen walked into the white forest humming in satisfaction.

"There are three lanes of Yulong, the sound is shaking, and the branches are full of moon..."

In the quiet night and snow, the light singing is broken down.

Fortunately, there was no one else in the woods at this time, otherwise, he would have been stunned by this weird scene.

Song Guichen looked around while walking.

When she was young, she followed her master back to the lonely mountain of West Lake, and she has long been familiar with hunting. As long as there is prey, she can keep the prey in her pocket even if she closes her eyes.

Thinking of Master, Song Guichen's singing stopped abruptly.

Half a year ago, when she woke up, she found that she had passed into the body of this thin little orphan girl.

What's even more bizarre is that the place where she woke up was in a random graveyard under the Kaifeng Mansion, two thousand miles away from the Gushan Mountain in Hangzhou.

The original owner of this body was probably an orphan who no one wanted, and he died and was randomly thrown in a random graveyard.

Song Guichen lived 20 years in his previous life, and this is the first time he has encountered such a bizarre thing.

After the initial shock and panic, she decided to go back to Hangzhou to clarify the matter.

"Cuckoo, cuckoo!"

The cry of the wild pheasant brought Song Guichen back from his thoughts.

Listening intently, I determined the location of the pheasant, and the scimitar in my hand flew out. After a burst of rapid "clack" wailing, only the dull thumping sound remained.

After a long day of driving, I was so hungry that my chest was sticking to my back.

At this moment, he was holding the still warm pheasant in his hand, thinking that he would be able to eat the hot chicken later, Song Guichen was so happy that he forgot all his troubles, and continued humming and walking back.

Back in the cave, the fire has been burned out, and the air-conditioning in the dark cave is oppressive.

Song Guichen was furious, Du Qingshan was here and asked her to go hunting hard, but he was in the cave, but he didn't even know how to add firewood.

Throwing the pheasant to the burnt fire, Song Guichen came to the luggage in the dark based on his feeling, lit the only fire bag left, came to Du Qingshan, and patted his cheek.

"Hey, won't you freeze to death?"

Du Qingshan opened his eyes, the black and white pupils reflected the full of fire, which was a bit - stunning.

But Song Guichen didn't have the heart to indulge in beauty, because she was taken aback by Du Qingshan's hot forehead: "God, you have a fever at this time, you want to die!"

She looked around anxiously, Du Qingshan said weakly: "There's no need to look for it, we don't have any medicine."

"I know I'm still sick without you!"

"I didn't take the initiative to get sick."

Seeing that he was burnt like this, and he still had the strength to argue with himself, Song Guichen didn't bother to talk to him, and took the cloak that was spread on the hay on the other side to cover him, saying: "Don't you know how to find something to keep warm? "

"Oh." Du Qingshan leaned weakly against the stone wall, and made a teasing smile, "I didn't notice that you left the cloak for me on purpose."

"You think too much. I just thought it was troublesome, so I didn't wear it out."

Song Guichen took all the hay from the cave and put it under Du Qingshan.

"Lie down first, and I'll light up the firewood. Let's eat roast pheasant tonight. If you want to eat meat, don't fall asleep."

"understood."

Although Song Guichen knew a few herbs, but it was dark and windy at this time, so it was unrealistic to collect herbs.

She also knew that a large part of Du Qingshan's fever was caused by hunger. Yesterday he left the only bread for himself, and the two of them only drank soup this morning.

She quickly built a fire and disposed of the panting pheasant.

Not long after, Du Qingshan heard the sound of oil sizzling in a daze, smelled the smell of meat, and even the numbing smell of pepper.

It's just that his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them, so he could only sigh unwillingly in his heart. Xiaochen's roasted pheasant, just thinking about it, is delicious in the world, but it's a pity...

"You have to roll up the bead curtain to see it, and don't sweep it, it's snowing on the steps..."

In addition to the smell of meat and oil, a soft singing voice hummed a tune that had never been heard before.

This song is unique, and the words are elegantly written. Du Qingshan has never heard Song Guichen sing before.

He forcefully opened his eyes, only to see a dirty girl sitting by the firelight, her messy hair was not even as long as his.

At this time, she was humming a song and concentrating on roasting a shiny pheasant.

Is it because she is about to arrive in Hangzhou, so her mood has improved?
Before Du Qingshan could figure it out, Song Guichen had already walked over, divided the roasted pheasant into two even halves, and handed half to him:
"Let's eat. We don't need to save money today. I just noticed that there are a lot of things to eat in the mountains."

Seeing that Du Qingshan just smiled but didn't reach out to take it, Song Guichen's heart sank.

Sitting down patiently, he put the chicken leg to Du Qingshan's mouth.

"I said, we are only one step away from Hangzhou. If you fall down at this time, wouldn't it be a big loss?"

Du Qingshan took a bite, and his lips and teeth were wrapped in the smell of meat that he hadn't seen for a long time. The delicious taste instantly touched his internal organs, and the numbing smell of pepper made him feel like he was in the clouds.

The two of you took a bite, and soon a pheasant was eaten up by the two of them.

With something in his stomach, Song Guichen leaned against the stone wall with Du Qingshan contentedly, patted his stomach and looked at the still burning fire.

"What song were you humming just now?"

Du Qingshan was not as weak as before, he asked Song Guichen out of words.

"Ok?"

"Just that 'Don't sweep, the snow before the steps'."

"Oh, those are the words my master filled in."

　"You have to roll up the bead curtain to see it, and don't sweep it, it's snowing before the steps."

　　It is a poem written by Lin Bu, a reclusive poet in the Northern Song Dynasty.

　　After the age of 40, this person lived in seclusion in the lonely mountain of West Lake and did not set foot in the city for 20 years. He was a hermit in the true sense, not inferior to Tao Yuanming in the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

　　After his death, the tomb was in the lonely mountain of West Lake. Tomb robbers came to rob the tomb, but only found an inkstone and a jade hairpin in the tomb.

　　Inkstones are commonly used by scholars, and as funerals, it is reasonable.But what about the hosta?What's the story behind it?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)