Chang Geng took a good medicine and went into the room of his little righteous father.

In the 16th house, only a small dark oil lamp was lit, and the big halo of the beans was like a firefly.

He was sitting by the window, and most of his face sank under the shadow of the lamp. He only slightly revealed a clue. It was probably a quick break. The Shen 16 did not have a vertical crown, and the head was scattered. There was a cinnabar under the eyes and earlobe. Xiao Yan, like a needle, the only light in the house was received by him in the pair of small cockroaches, almost burning eyes.

Looking at people under the lamp, you can add three more colors than usual.

I love the beauty of the heart, even if I used to see it, Chang Geng’s breathing still couldn’t help but stagnate. He quickly blinked his eyes, as if he had to take the dazzling cinnabar out of his eyelids and clear his throat. Raise the voice: "Six, take medicine."

The teenager is changing voices, and it is a little hard to talk to this half a squat. Fortunately, this time Shen 16 has heard it, and the snoring of the urinary sighs has come to an abrupt end.

Shen Xie’s eyes narrowed to see Chang Geng standing at the door: "Who isn’t there any big?"

In fact, he is a seven- or eight-year-old who is older than Chang Geng. He has not yet become a family. He probably knows a little about his own nature. He is ready to look down on his wife, and he’s so hard to hit it. The cheaper son he feeds, can't hold on to it, and always has to take his identity to emphasize it.

Chang Geng ignored him and carefully placed the medicine bowl in front of him: "Don't drink too much, don't go early, lie down after drinking."

Shen Xie put aside on the side and took the medicine bowl: "White-eyed wolf, is it bad for me to be a son? White is so good for you."

He was not embarrassed to drink medicine. Apparently, he was used to it. After drinking it, he took two mouthfuls of mouthwash that Chang Geng handed him. He didn’t wave his hand: "There is a set of Changyangguan today, with a fun to give. come here."

After that, Shen 16 bent down and groped up on the desk. He couldn't see clearly, and the tip of his nose was on the table. Chang Geng had no choice but to say: "What are you looking for? Come."

Then, he couldn't help but complain: "I am so big, are you all right to get a bunch of funny things for me?"

It’s better to have less time and trouble, so that I have time to learn more usefully - this later turned around in Chang Geng’s heart, and when I came to my mouth, I felt a little hurtful, so I didn’t say it.

As a four-six-year-old swayer, Shen Xie, if he spends his time, he must always drag him together, not to ask him to go to the market, or to marry him to go horse riding. Once he did not know where to squat a puppy. Hey, he gave him a raise - that Mr. Shen made him scared and his face was green.

Xu Baihu is not at home all the year round, but he is also very good. Although he is very good for Chang Geng, he does not often communicate with his stepchildren. Counting it, Chang Geng’s 12-year-old is a crucial two years, and it seems to be in Shenliu. This unreliable righteous father spent by.

From a young boy who grows into a jade tree, how much strength should he have to ensure that he is not being taken by Shen Xie?

Chang Geng is simply unbearable.

He is not born to escape the fun of play, everything has his own planning, implementation is also very strict, do not like others to disturb, often troubled by the sinking 16 is very angry.

But the irritability is usually not long-lasting, because Shen Xie is not only taking him cheaply on the verbal, it is really taking him as a son.

There was an old Geng who had a serious illness. Xu Baihu was not at home as usual. The doctor said that he was in danger. It was also that Xiaoyifu took him home and kept him up and down for three days.

Every time you go out, no matter how far or how close, no matter what you do, you will give Chang Geng some small gadgets. Chang Geng does not love gadgets, but you can't help but remember this heart.

In short, Chang Geng sees sixteen every day, and the liver fire will be extremely strong, but he will not see him, and he will always be concerned.

Chang Geng sometimes thinks, although Shen 16 shoulders can't be lifted, can't be mentioned, the text is not a martial art, but in the future, there will be a foolish look that looks good to him?

In the future, Xiaoyifu will always marry his wife and have children. If you have a biological life, will you still remember him?

When I think of this kind of thing, Chang Geng can't tell the plug. He found a square box on the 16th table. He briefly opened his head and thought about it. He gave it to Shen Xing: "This?"

Shen Xie: "Give it to you, open it and see."

Maybe it’s a slingshot, maybe it’s a cheese package. Anyway, there’s nothing serious about it. Chang Geng’s unexpected disassembly, and slogans: “You have to save some flowers when you are at ease, and then I’m...”

The next moment, he saw the things in the box, and suddenly closed his mouth, his eyes widened twice.

There is an iron wristband in the box!

The so-called "iron wrist buckle" is actually part of the light armor of the military. It is very convenient only for a circle around the wrist. Therefore, it is often used separately. The iron wristband is about four inches wide and can hold three to four small knives. The knife is made of special craftsmanship. It is as thin as a flap, and it is also called "sleeve silk."

It is said that the best sleeve in the silk is kicked out by the spring in the iron wristband, which can split the hair other than a few feet into two.

Chang Geng surprised: "This... Where did you get it?"

Shen Xie: "Hey - don't let Shen Yi hear, this is not to play, he saw it and want to swear - will it be used?"

Mr. Shen himself is watering the flowers in the courtyard. He does not care for his ears. The people in the room can hear clearly and clearly, and there is no way to take this half-hearted person.

Chang Geng followed Shen Yi to learn how to disassemble the steel armor and skillfully put on the iron wrist buckle. Only then did he discover the special features of this object.

The silk in the sleeve is not easy to make, and there are few folks. Most of the iron wristbands on the market are old goods that flow out of the army. The size is of course the size of an adult man. The one brought back by Shen Xie is obviously a fine circle, just right. Young people.

Chang Geng, a god, Shen 16 knows what he wants to ask, and slowly said: "I heard the seller say that this is a defective product, there is nothing wrong with it, that is, the size is a little smaller, and nobody cares, this is cheap. Give it to me, I am useless, you can take it, just be careful, don't hurt people."

Chang Geng is hard to be happy: "Thank you..."

Shen Xie: "Who is this?"

Chang Geng yelled quickly: "Father!"

"There is milk, mother, and mixed things." Shen Xie laughed and sent him out on Chang Gung’s shoulder. "Go home, don't sway outside in the middle of the night."

Chang Geng only remembered when he heard it. It turned out that this day is July 15.

He walked back to his home along the corner door, and suddenly entered the door of the house, suddenly felt that the section of the 16-six blow was a bit familiar, although the running ran to the south, but carefully reminiscent of the burial of the folk crying graves when the funeral Toned.

"What about the scenery?" Chang Geng silently thought.

Shen 16 sent Chang Geng, looking down for a long while, then barely saw the outline of the threshold, carefully stepped over to close the door.

Mr. Shen, who was waiting in the courtyard, reached out to his elbow with a blank expression and led him to the house.

Mr. Shen: "The best iron wristband of the mysterious iron, the three sleeves in the silk are played by the master of the autumn forest. After the master died, it became out of print...

Sixteen did not answer.

Mr. Shen: "Oh, don't pretend to be dumb with me - do you really want to raise him as a son?"

"Of course it is true. I like this child, benevolence and righteousness." Sixteen finally said, "That is probably the same thing. If the child can be passed on to me in the future, those people will be relieved, his own. The days can be much better, not both?"

Mr. Shen was silent for a while and whispered: "First you have to let him not hate you - are you not worried at all?"

Shen Xie smiled and raised the robes and pushed the door into the house.

He said with a slap in the face: "There are more people who hate me."

This night, the night river lights, the soul is home.

Less than five days later, Chang Geng woke up in a hot, cold sweat on the back ridge, and the pants were wet.

Every teenager will experience such a panic when they arrive at Changcheng - even if someone leads in advance.

But Chang Geng did not panic, nor did he lose sight of it. He reacted faintly. He just sat in bed for a moment, and he got up and cleaned up at random. His face was a little uncomfortable, and he went out to play a bucket. Cool water, scrub the body of the flesh and blood from head to toe, remove the neatly folded clothes, and drink the overnight tea, and start the day's homework as usual.

Chang Geng does not know what other people are like.

But he didn't actually do any spring/dreams. He dreamed of a snow that could freeze people into the coffin.

The wind of the day was like a white hair, ruthlessly passing by, the blood in the wound has not flowed out, it has already condensed into ice slag, the roar of the wolves is far and near, the smell of the malfunction is not bleeding. Astringency, a breath will break into a bite with a sweet and salty cold, Chang Geng's limbs are stiff, the lungs are burning, and I think I will have no bones in the snow.

But no.

When Chang Geng woke up again, he found himself being held in his arms with a big man.

He remembered that the man was sloppy, and there was a long and painful smell in his arms. When he saw that he was awake, he did not ask anything. He just took out a jug and gave him a drink.

I don't know what kind of wine it was. Later, Chang Geng never tasted it. I only remember that the burning knife outside the customs was not as strong. It seemed like a fire, rolling down his throat, and he ate his blood all over.

That person is sixteen.

The dream is too clear. The hands of the 16-shoulders in his dreams seem to be attached to the body. Chang Geng is still puzzling, isn’t that a sick man? In such a terrible ice and snow, how can there be such a steady and powerful hand?

Chang Geng looked down at the iron wrist buckle on his wrist. I don't know what the material was made of. It was posted on the body for a night, but it was not hot at all. With the coolness of the cold iron, Chang Geng quietly waited for his heart and blood to calm down, sneered, and ridiculed the ridiculous thought of "Spring/Dream dreams of the righteous father", and then, as usual, lighted the book.

Suddenly, there was a "rumbling" sound in the distance. The ground and the hut were shaking and swelling. It was only after I remembered that it was the "big python" of the North Tour.

"Giant" is a large ship of more than 5,000 feet. It has two wings and is composed of thousands of "flaming wings". When the giant scorpion takes off, all the "flaming wings" spurt white steam together. If the tide is like a dream, every "flame-wing" burns a large bowl of purple gold in the inside, and there is a purple-red shimmer in the vast expanse of smoke, and it seems like a million lights.

Fourteen years ago, Beiban bowed to Nagong. Every year on the 15th of the first month, there were dozens of giant scorpions that set off from the border towns of Dazhong Town. They each took an established route and deterred thousands of miles. The barbarians could also observe the autumn.

In addition to deterrence and inspections, the giant scorpion is also responsible for sending the old tributes of the various northern tribes back to the DPRK, mainly "Ziliujin".

A giant python is full of nearly a million pounds of purple gold, and the footsteps that come back are a bit heavier than when they go. You can hear the raging sound of the flamingo blowing in 20 or 30 years.

The giants of the northern patrol set off on the first month of the month, and they only returned for half a year.