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Chapter 35
Nan Shan didn't mean it - he came out of the holy spring cave full of anger at the time, and only sobered for a while outside. Before the sulky breath on his chest cleared, he began to habitually search for Chu Huan with his eyes. s position.
As a result, if he was not careful, Nan Shan saw him pulling and pulling with the gatekeeper named Yuan Ping.
Nan Shan couldn't hear what the two people were talking about, but it seemed that he almost moved his hands again. He was just about to pull over, but found that their martial arts did not move. After a while, they stood side by side again, as if calmly. What did you chat about?
Standing in place, Nan Shan suddenly felt that he was nosy.
He was burning with jealousy in his chest, but he believed that the burning was unreasonable, and people would look very ugly if they were unreasonable. Nan Shan knew this truth-right now his jealousy was unreasonable, so he burned. , And he was ashamed to death.
His heart was split in half, and he was locked in the two heavens of ice and fire.
The newly-born gatekeeper buried the riddled snake that the former leader had adopted, and reinforced the mountain gate defense. There has been a great battle here, and it is the ferocious breath of blood and blood that can be used to frighten away those enemies who are not long-eyed in a short time.
The children who had been circled on the mountain for a day and overnight were finally let down. They glued the heads and feet of the flat people together into a circle, filled with big rocks in the middle, and made a simple earth. Under the feet, rolling all the way down like a hot wheel.
As long as that flat man didn't die completely and still had a little choice, he would rather be broken his neck directly by Chu Huan at that time than he wanted to be played as a child's toy.
As Nan Shan walked into the mountain gate in despair, he happened to see the little bald head crying and crying. The little bald head cried for a headache and didn't look at the road. His forehead hit Nan Shan's lap, and he sat on his ass.
Nan Shan helped him up and sighed helplessly: "Why are you always crying?"
Xiao Balu grabbed his trouser legs with a headache, touched his tears on his trousers, reached out his hand to the Flower bone, and complained: "She beat me..."
Flower bone glared at the accuser, but in front of the patriarch, he didn't dare to make a mistake, and bowed his head at Nan Shan angrily.
However, Nan Shan felt a little depressed at the moment. He really didn't have the mood to be a child contradiction adjuster. He just wiped off the tears of the little bald head and said to Flower bone, "Don't bully the children."
This lawsuit was ended in a perfunctory manner.
Flower bone said unhappily, "Who is bullying him? He robbed me first!"
Then the two little things blamed each other with each word, and they went up and down, and they were nothing more than two trivial things, "chicken feathers" and "garlic skins", and they couldn't make any difference.
Nan Shan listened to both ears one after another, and as he listened, he suddenly fell into a fascination.
He stood there for an unknown period of time, and abruptly stretched out a palm to cover his little bald head.
"You can't touch other people's things indiscriminately." Nan Shan said. Although he was facing a small bald head, he didn't know who he was talking to. "You know?"
Little Bald Head and Flower Bone were both shocked by the patriarch's solemn attitude, and nodded without knowing each other.
Nan Shan gave a light push behind the little bald head, waved at the two of them, motioned for them to go play by himself, and then he left with great heart.
But as a patriarch, he was not always clean, and was stopped by Little Fang halfway.
Little Fang was wiping his head with sweat while reporting to Nan Shan the progress of their corpse collection. Nan Shan listened meticulously, his face was stern, and he didn't speak for a long time.
Little Fang glared at his beautiful big eyes, looked at the silent patriarch in confusion, and became nervous involuntarily, thinking he was thinking about something profound.
As a result, after a while, Nan Shan turned his head, but he seemed to realize that there was such a living creature beside him. After he was startled, an embarrassment finally appeared on his face, and he coughed: "What did you just say? ?"
little fang: "..."
It's over, the patriarch's soul seems to have been hooked away by something, so I must tell the elder after a while.
After finally dismissing all the idle people and waiting, Nan Shan was able to breathe. He avoided the crowd and climbed on a large rock on the mountain gate alone, looking at the river gleaming in the sun in the distance.
During this period, he couldn't help but carefully recalled all the causes and consequences of knowing Chu Huanhou.
Regarding every detail of Chu Huan, Nan Shan has repeatedly scrutinized it as if it was the root of the story.
Thinking of Chu Huan’s kindness to him, he couldn’t help but smile to himself. Thinking of Chu Huan’s unhesitating refusal to accept the ceremony and refusing to stay in the clan, his mood was very complicated-such a person, on the one hand It made him feel sincere and accommodating, he didn't look away, on the one hand, he was desperate for the other side's justified rejection.
When Nan Shan fell into the depths of his memories, a strong unwillingness suddenly surged in his heart.
Nan Shan couldn't help but untie the harmonica that Chu Huan had given him, but didn't put it on his mouth to play, but instead squeezed it in the palm of his hand to play it.
When he stroked the smooth and cold surface of the harmonica with his fingers, Nan Shan found that there was no way for a person to control his own mind.
For a few minutes, Nan Shan thought of his mother for no reason.
He spent most of his childhood with the elders, who brought him up and kept watching him as the patriarch.
However, there is probably a very special connection between the child and the mother. Although Nan Shan has no impression of his shameful father, he can occasionally recall a little about his mother.
He remembered that woman was strong and warm, had a bad temper, and never spoke softly, but occasionally she would put her palm on his head, so gently supporting him into a beautiful dream.
Nan Shan always didn't understand why she fell in love with such a person. However, it wasn't until now that he suddenly realized that he really liked someone, but he turned out to be obsessed and hard to control.
After thinking about it this way, it was not without gain, Nan Shan suddenly discovered something from it-he himself seemed to have been trying to catch the wind, and many things about Chu Huan were just speculations, and there was no reliable basis at all.
Although he educates the little bald head that "other people's things can't move around", is it possible... is he not someone else's at all?
This thought flashed through his mind, and Nan Shan, just like a corpse, jumped up from the big rock.
He decided to ask questions himself.
But the decision is one aspect, and how to ask is another question.
Nan Shan thought while walking. He remembered once asking Chu Huan bluntly whether he liked him or not. Although Nan Shan knew clearly that he didn't mean that at the time, he also remembered that Chu Huan avoided this question.
What can't be answered directly, must I avoid it? Nan Shan used himself to save others and came to the conclusion that "Chu Huan is so euphemistic, he should not like it very much".
In Nan Shan's life, he has never planned such a circuitous strategy in interpersonal communication, so fresh that his palms are sweating.
He thinks he should ask more tactfully. It's best to slap on the side and don't let people detect his true intentions. In this way, if he knows that someone on Chu Huan's side has already taken the lead, then he will be able to step back silently. One step, neither do anything that would break the "contract" of others, nor look too embarrassing or ugly.
Then if the time is long enough, his trivial thoughts will always be smoothed out.
So what if... Chu Huan is not someone else's?
Nan Shan paused, and stopped like a bewilderment.
At this time, the sound of a snake came from the grass, and the little poisonous snake crawled up Nan Shan's trouser legs listlessly, and half-dead wrapped around his wrist. Nan Shan glanced at it absently, and asked casually: "You are not going to the holy spring. Did you drink water? Why did you come back so quickly?"
Upon mentioning this, the little poisonous snake was very angry, "hissing" the snake letter, and slapping Nan Shan's arm with the tip of his tail, shaking his head like a complaint.
But Nan Shan didn’t understand snake language, nor was he in the mood to watch it perform a one-man show. The man just asked casually, giving little viper a look at random, and then quickly immersed himself in his endless plans for the future. The mountain road walks like walking corpses-* stiff, soul flying away.
At this time, at the gate of the gatekeeper's cave, Lu Ge walked towards Chu Huan.
The patriarch of the gatekeeper was not followed by the serpent, and he appeared to be a little alone. He was still born with the brows and eyes of a gloomy bird, and he looked at Chu Huan with scrutiny and distrust.
Yuan Ping was forced to become a translator in the middle.
"The elder said you are the person in the holy book?" Lu Ge said stiffly and coldly. In fact, he himself knew that he was asking knowingly. The new gatekeeper Yuan Ping is the most direct evidence. Since the beginning of the inheritance, the birth of a new life in the holy spring is the first time.
Chu Huan hesitated for a moment, and didn't know how to answer—he didn't know what was going on either.
Lu Ge frowned and spit out: "I still don't like you very much."
Yuan Ping quickly translated this sentence and immediately interrupted to add his own opinion: "He is right, I don't like it either."
Chu Huan smirked diplomatically, put on his glasses again, and held a polite and decent frame: "I heard the guardian say why you don't like me, there is nothing to explain, no matter where I am, I have a clear conscience."
Yuan Ping said angrily: "You have a clear conscience? How dare you say it! How many things have you done with a clear conscience in your life?"
This translator was unreliable and left the post without authorization, leaving the communicating parties aside, switching the speed of light to the language of the Liyi tribe, and said to Lu Ge: "The chief, you must not trust him. I tell you that he is The kind of bastard who would report to the teacher that other students smoked in the toilet.
luge: "..."
Chu Huan: "..."
Although Chu Huan may not be able to fully understand this or mixed Chinese nouns from the Liyi ethnic group, but with his understanding of Yuan Ping, he can guess as long as it is spoken from the mouth, even if it is a cat or a dog. Give a general idea.
Chu Huan couldn't understand that he had nothing to worry about what this grandson was doing. Originally, his relationship with the gatekeeper was very tense, but now it's better, there is still such a stick in the middle for fear of unrest.
What made Chu Huan even more upset was that Lu Ge had a very good attitude towards Yuan Ping, who was born out of nowhere.
From birth to death, the gatekeepers are no young or old. They have experienced death once in a generation, and then passed on through the blood and thoughts of the guards. The family of guards is changing, and the guards use it as a medium. Changes will follow, and over time, it will become completely different.
However, even if they are completely different, they still can't get away from the shadow of the past. Only this new gatekeeper looks so clean and pure. In Lu Ge's eyes, Yuan Ping is like a newborn child. Although he has always been very powerful in the clan, But still couldn't help being softer towards this person.
Lu Ge glanced at Yuan Ping, lowered his voice and said, "You just came to our place. Many things are unfamiliar. You can chat with him for a while. When the sun sets on the tip of the mountain, we will be in the mountain. Have dinner at the gate, remember to come over."
Yuan Ping was stunned. He seemed a little embarrassed to hear the extra care in his words, and showed a very bright smile: "Okay, definitely."
He now has a sense of belonging to the patriarch, because the patriarch hates the surname Chu as much as he does.
Lu Ge's forever stern face showed a rare smile like auspicious Kataba, and turned away.
Chu Huan suffered from it for generations, and was very helpless. Just about to say something, Flower bone and the little bald head pulled over at this moment. They saw him from a long-term perspective and greeted him happily together: "Bitch!"
Only then did Chu Huan realize that he had forgotten this, and he didn't let his saliva choke to death on the spot.
Yuan Ping heard the rounded Mandarin, turned his head in doubt, and found that it was the children of two mountain guards. He was very surprised. Whose wild child was he called? How to speak?
Just as Yuan Ping was about to scold him, Chu Huan was already quick-eyed and quickly covered his mouth with his hands and dragged it aside.
Yuan Ping finally broke free from Chu Huan's hands: "You forgot to take the medicine? What kind of rabies did you commit!"
Chu Huan was full of melancholy and suspected that he would not be able to hold his head up forever in front of this person, but there are a group of enthusiastic mountain guard brothers, how can this be hidden? There is no fire in paper.
He hesitated, Yuan Ping immediately trembled cleverly, his eyes rolled and reacted: "Wait, isn't this what you taught?"
Seeing Chu Huan's silence, Yuan Ping was even more energetic: "This sounds fresh, come and come, tell me, what are you doing?"
Although Chu Huan tried his best to beautify himself and tried to package the incident into a natural disaster that no one could stop*, he couldn't resist Yuan Ping always speculating on him with the greatest malice, and filtering out the truth perfectly.
Then Yuan Ping ridiculed him brutally.
"I...I...Ouch!"
Chu Huan kicked his stomach, Yuan Ping rolled on the ground and said, "I know, you must have a crush on me. Knowing that I always wanted to fix you, I gave me such a big handle in person... …Oh! You fucking kick...you still have a handle!"
It's better to miss some people if they meet each other, or let them die.
Chu Huan said coldly: "Your cat is with me."
Yuan Ping was violently excited, ignoring his silly joy, one somersault turned up from the ground, and his voice changed: "I... my little Qiao?"
There are always some shoehorn faces with scars on their foreheads from Bi Zhou Lang. I really don't know what is going on in this world.
Chu Huan put his hands in the capital and said inexplicably, "After following me, I changed my name to Dami."
"Dame?" Yuan Ping was so angry that he couldn't speak coherently. "You...you dare...you dare to insult our beauty, you are nothing!"
The two of them started a fight again because of the name of a cat father-in-law.
Until the coming Nan Shan pulled them apart.
In front of Nan Shan, Chu Huan had always been gentle and steady, but due to the existence of Yuan Ping, a strange species, his image had been completely ruined. When he looked at Nan Shan's eyes, he was embarrassed and didn't know what to do.
Chu Huan's expression was quite uncontrollable, he lowered his head and rubbed the cracked corner of his mouth, and forced a smile at Nan Shan: "It's okay."
Nan Shan moved him behind him, intentionally or unintentionally half-sided to block him, gave Yuan Ping a very territorial and conscious glance, brewed a moment of emotions, and just wanted to ask himself just now the question he had prepared all the way, he heard Yuan Ping over there yelled reluctantly: "My beauty is Bing Qing Yujie, what will become of you after being with you? Big Mimi... and Mimi!"
NaN s Han: "..."
He finally crawled to his mouth and "gumbled" and fell back into his stomach with his feet up and down.
Chu Huan: "It's just a fucking cat, as for? You're not done with a dead mother!"
Oh, a cat...
Nan Shan breathed a sigh of relief suddenly, he gave a dry cough, slightly brewed his emotions, took a breath, and prepared the words again.
Yuan Ping: "With your aesthetic taste, you still dare to remember Lu Lu, I think you are a toad and want to eat swan meat!"
Nan Shan was choked to death. He almost didn't come up in one breath. He uttered again like a babble: "Lu Lu?"
The adolescent goddess has become other people's wives and other people's mothers, and Chu Huan hasn't even thought about it for a long time.
But because of his bad intentions towards Nan Shan, he still inexplicably didn't want others to mention her in front of Nan Shan, and immediately waved his hand like a fly, clarifying the relationship: "How many years of the old calendar have gone out, are you sick — —She is now my nephew's mother."
Nan Shan's hanging heart was released again. He felt as if there was a string in his chest, which was tightened again and again, and relaxed again and again, and tossed back and forth.
But when Nan Shan's hands and feet were so cold that they finally resolved the dispute between the two rivals, the club ran out of nowhere and waved at them from a distance: "The patriarch! What a slut! The gatekeeper brother, the mountain gate is on fire. Get up, ready to eat!"
It's really time to come, brother.
Nan Shan just now has forgotten most of the words he prepared. He fumbled and fumbled for a long time, but he didn't find any clues, and finally swallowed all the words helplessly.