Wei Shu

Chapter 71
This small building stands at the southern corner of the sandy land, and is shaded by a few extraordinarily thick pines and cypresses. The building itself is also painted in a green color, which is similar in color to those evergreen trees. From a distance, it seems that it does not exist. .

Bush stopped for a while on the stone steps in front of the building, stamped the yellow sand off his boots, adjusted his clothes, and stepped into the building.

At the window on the second floor, a man in a black robe was staring down at the downstairs. When Bush's figure disappeared into the last level of Qingshi Terrace, he looked away.

The wide and long cornices covered the afternoon sun, making the light on the second floor a little dark, and most of the face of the man in black robe was hidden, only a prominent aquiline nose was revealed.

He has not shaved his head, his gray hair hangs loose, and he looks a little older, with a circle of dead vines and hay woven around his forehead, like a headband or a grass crown.

He sat quietly by the table, like a darker shadow in the shadows, a little sunlight hit his body, and the outline traced out was also dark.

"The boy is here." Bush's footsteps sounded at the same time as the voice.

Then, his tall and strong figure blocked the man in black robe from looking back, as if a half iron tower suddenly erected in front of the latter.

The prince of the southern border has the tall body of the Gurtai family, but he has not inherited the handsomeness of the Fulun family who is closer to him by blood. squint.

If he showed up in the Furren family, which is famous for its many beauties, he might seem out of place like a strange person.

"Come in, I've been waiting for you for a long time." The black-robed man's voice was a bit vague, like a mass of mortar that couldn't be stirred.

Bush walked in front of him, bent slightly, held up a corner of his black robe and stuck it to his forehead, and issued a deep and low voice:
"Father Mu Wen, you are finally back."

"Muwen" in the Jin language corresponds to two meanings in the Central Plains: one is "empty and vast", and the other is "a majestic and powerful person".

And when it is used in conjunction with "forefather", it means "yifu" in the Central Plains language.

At this moment, the word "Mu Wen" implies not only the relationship between the man in black robe and Bush, but also his name.

He is Bush's adoptive father.His name was Mu Wen.

"My child, when I saw you coming from a distance, I knew you must have found the most suitable arrow, didn't you?" Mu Wen patted Bush's shoulder lightly, and his body twitched. Lean forward.

The sunlight poured down on his chin, illuminating the corners of his wrinkled lips, and in his open mouth, it could be seen that his tongue was a little missing compared to ordinary people.

It must have been cut off by some kind of sharp weapon.

However, the matter must have passed for many years, the wound has scabbed and fallen off, and after repeated grinding with the teeth, it gradually turned into a purple-brown, slightly thick and hard mark, just like on the tip of his tongue. There is a birthmark.

This obviously affected Mu Wen's speaking speed and clarity of enunciation.

Fortunately, Bush was very patient with his adoptive father, and seemed to be used to his way of speaking, so the conversation between the two was not affected.

"Yes, Father Muwen. I have already held the arrow that shot at the wild wolf from behind." Bush's voice was very low.

After finishing speaking, he slowly straightened up and smiled at his adoptive father: "300 taels of gold, and a few beauties. It's a pretty good deal."

Mu Wen also laughed.

The smile opened the corners of his mouth, revealing that he had blacked out most of his teeth, some with strange tiny totems painted on them, against the reddish-brown missing tongue, and the corners of his lips that were deepened by the smile. The lines of the smile, this smile seems to have no warmth because of it, but it is weird and a little creepy.

"Very well done, my child." Mu Wen said in a gentle voice: "There are certain prices that must be paid, and I know you will be able to do it. Then, the only thing left is that batch of things. Haven't those obedient pigeons come back?"

"Two pigeons flew back, and the rest are still gathering information outside." Bush stepped back a few steps and sat down on the opposite side of the table.

Mu Wen let out a low "huh", stretched out his hand with age spots, and picked up the gold jug on the side, the sloping spout soon flowed out milky white wine, and a trace of wine floated in the air. Very light milky aroma.

He pushed the golden cup containing the milk wine in front of Bush, and the figure hidden in the dark remained motionless, as if waiting for the other party to continue talking.

Bush obviously knew what his adoptive father meant, and after receiving the golden cup, he said in a low voice: "After the beginning of spring this year, the number of boats sent to Baishuang City has increased by [-]% compared with previous years, and the Cang River is busier than in the past few years. The cargo on board piled up into mountains.

Our stuff... not so lucky, may have to wait a little longer to find the right opportunity to ship. "

He picked up the milk wine and squinted his eyes in the intoxicating aroma: "Father Mu Wen, don't worry, I have sent someone to watch the ferry day and night, and as soon as the boat arrives, the news will be sent to me as soon as possible. "

Mu Wen sat quietly for a while, like an old man in his twilight years, with a turbid breathing sound in his throat.

Then, he stood up suddenly, stepped out of the shadow into the sunlight, and his entire face was presented in front of Bush's eyes.

Bush raised his head and looked up at his adoptive father's face.

On that face, a slender black cloth ran around the back of the head along the right cheek and covered the right eye, as if a black wound had been cut there.

At that moment, there was pity in Bush's eyes, and a slight sadness pervaded that unrefined face, and then, a sincere and friendly smile appeared on his lips.

They are actually somewhat alike.

One of his eyes is squinted, and his adoptive father is blind in one eye.

Bush stared at Mu Wen's intact left eye with an almost reverent gaze.

That eye was dark blue.

It has the color of the sky reflected in the deep valley and deep lake.

It was an extremely rare eye color between blue and green, and this beautiful and rare eye pupil added a bit of magnificence to this old face, supplemented by a darker eye color than ordinary people. It is conceivable that Mu Wen must have been an outstanding handsome man when he was young.

Even though at this time he is over fifty years old, with luxuriant hair, only one eye left, and his tongue has been cut off, however, the aura exuding from his whole body is so unique, so fascinating memorable.

As a result, the gloomy bird of prey was beautified by melancholy, and the horror turned into coquettishness. Even the weird totems on the teeth looked so different at this moment.

(End of this chapter)