The wine was drunk, the meat was eaten, the bonfire was burning, but everything seemed to be the same.
But looking at the woman sitting by the campfire as quiet as a stone statue, everyone felt something was different.
She is elegant and quiet, but she can play music and sing with such rough men, and her movements are obviously a little rough, but there is a sense of grandeur in her movements.
It looks like a delicate spring flower, but it looks like white hair that has gone through vicissitudes of life.
"What's there to see?" Several men stared and said, looking at the young man who was walking from the bonfire opposite and looking this way.
The young man is also dressed like Cheng Jiaoniang here, with a large number of hoods deep in the wind, and his robes are fluttering in the night wind.
Regarding his arrival, everyone present asked with some caution.
"Is this a young lady or an old lady?" he asked, curiously, "It looks like a young lady, how... looks like an old woman?"
Where is she like an old woman?
"How can you talk like this?" the men said unhappily.
"Isn't it?" The young man took a few steps closer and paused, "Why is the voice so unpleasant?"
So rude!
Several men stood up with cheers, and the young attendants over there also immediately stared at him eagerly.
The atmosphere was a bit tense.
"Without it, I would just be sick for a long time." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
"Did you hear that, my wife is sick?" A man shouted angrily.
The young man couldn't help but chuckle.
"My wife is sick, why are you laughing?" The man became even more angry and yelled with eyes wide open.
The man next to him raised his hand and slapped him.
"Bangchui! You're the one who's sick! Why are you scolding your wife?" he shouted.
The man was beaten and was a little stunned.
"Ah? I didn't scold my wife," he said in a daze.
The young man laughed, walked over and sat down beside him.
"Hey, hey, you, you, can't sit here." Then a man said, holding back a sentence, "Men... men and women do not interact with each other, so they should avoid it."
The young man was even more happy, raising his hood slightly with one hand and looking at the man.
"So you are not a man?" he asked.
The man suddenly stared.
"Who are you scolding..." He pointed at this kid and wanted to scold him.
"Sixth son." The man who had been leaning on the wooden shelf shouted to stop, "Stop talking, croak."
The men stopped talking and glared angrily at the young man. They all sat down, both left and right, separating the young man from Cheng Jiaoniang.
Master Chen Si over there also saw it and frowned.
"Or, go ask the lady to get in the car and have a rest?" he said, looking to see Manager Cao.
Manager Cao is doing his job as always.
"Okay, okay." He said without taking a step, as if he wanted to say it himself.
Isn't it just that I was thirsty for you once and was scared out of my wits? The old Shaanxi Zhou Wuyong's house is almost the same as the useless house.
Mr. Chen Si sighed in his heart and sat down by the bonfire.
The bonfire here was silent for a while.
"Human feelings are warm and cold, the world is hot and cold, and the seven emotions and six desires are all experienced by the sick, no matter how old they are." Cheng Jiaoniang said suddenly, her small chin visible under her hood.
What do you mean?
Men, look at me and I look at you.
The young man lowered his head and looked at the bonfire. Hearing the words, he seemed to smile, and the corners of his mouth could be seen curled up.
Is that so?
"Madam." The man on the side said, "It turns out that Madam is also sick, but she can still help us, treat illnesses and save lives. This is a bodhisattva's heart, and she will definitely be blessed."
Cheng Jiaoniang said oh and turned slightly to look at him.
"Have you read the book?" she asked.
This topic changes quickly enough...
The man was stunned.
"I dare not say that I have read the book, I just know a few words." He laughed.
"Then why don't you read it?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked.
"I'm poor. I can't continue studying. I need to earn some military pay to support my family." The man laughed.
Cheng Jiaoniang hummed and turned back to look at the fire.
"Then why did you give me a helping hand?" the young man over there said suddenly.
Everyone present frowned.
Has this topic changed again?
No, what did this young man say so randomly?
Some men couldn't help but stretch out their hands and scratch their heads, feeling that their brains were a little confused.
The man who had read the book reacted a little faster and looked at the young man with a frown.
"I was seriously ill and about to die. I only had these few brothers around me. They didn't even chase me away from the inn. I was desperate in the wilderness, penniless, and not surrounded by servants. Lang Jun, why do you think this lady gave me a helping hand?
?" He raised his eyebrows and said, his beard pricked up and already filled with anger.
"Perhaps it's because of my brother's beauty?" the young man said with a raised corner of his mouth.
"You!" the other men shouted angrily again, and some of them jumped up.
This scoundrel makes trouble with his words. Not only is he disrespectful to their benefactor, but now he even dares to make fun of his benefactor's great kindness.
These wealthy men who don't know the hardships are the most hateful!
"This gentleman, you may not see many of them in ancient times, but they are not uncommon in the world." The sick man said solemnly, "Don't joke about this."
The young man didn't care at all about the hostility and anger here and spread his hands.
"I didn't say it," he said, "she said it herself."
The men cursed in a low voice.
"Madam, we seven brothers are all from the same hometown, from Maoyuan Mountain. There is no need for me to remember my nickname. I just want to ask for the name of my benefactor, so as to remember the kindness." The sick man ignored the young man and looked at Cheng.
The girl said sincerely.
"Yes, yes, my wife saved my brother and gave him money."
"No doubt they are reborn parents..."
"I want to set up a memorial tablet for my wife to live forever..."
A flurry of crude but straightforward words of thanks rang out.
The corners of Cheng Jiaoniang's mouth curled up, but in the end she didn't say her name and helped her maid to rest.
Knowing that they had a hard time traveling, the brothers in Maoyuan Mountain did not dare to disturb them, so they had no choice but to stop asking.
"My lady is really kind. You don't need to remember your kindness. You are so calm." The patient man sighed.
"Even if you have read a book, don't always be literate." The young man who had been quiet for a while said from the side, "It's not a good look to be sour."
Under the angry glares of the men, the young man walked away.
"This kid looks like a rich man, but he looks like a scoundrel." A man cursed angrily.
The sick man smiled.
"Which rich man in this world is not naughty?" he said, seeming to be asking rhetorically, but also seeming to be talking to himself.
The camp was noisy and silent. Except for those on duty, who were rushing on their way, fighting fiercely with wolves, and drinking wine, the others who were tired and tired all wrapped themselves in cloaks and fur robes and fell asleep.
When the east lit up, the camp resumed its bustle, and people from all three parties were preparing to get up.
The sounds of driving, cursing, and talking mixed together, steaming like the morning mist.
"You don't have to follow me anymore." Cheng Jiaoniang looked at the seven brothers from Maoyuan Mountain who were following and said, "His injuries are no longer serious. He can rest assured that he will be raised for a while, but it is not suitable at this time.
During the long journey, I said that illness can be cured, but life cannot be cured. If you don’t want to take your own life, even if I am by your side, I can’t save you.”
The seven men in Maoyuan Mountain expressed their thanks with a bit of shame and a bit of gratitude.
"However, if you don't come, if I die, you will probably die too." Cheng Jiaoniang said. In the cold morning, she was almost completely wrapped in a cloak, and she couldn't even see the corners of her mouth and chin. "Is this right?
