Chapter 227: My Dancing Shadows (Part I)

"A pot of wine among the flowers, the joy must be spring. ”

"Forever tie the knot and travel mercilessly, and the shadow becomes a three-person ......"

Gong San raised his glass and groaned, a smile like a facial feature on his face was full of melancholy, and he poured a glass from the wine jug, sipping and sighing. Looking up at the wine cup in his hand in a daze, he muttered, "My third person, why haven't you come to ......?"

Before the words fell, he heard a pig slaughtered outside the courtyard and shouted: "Young master, young master!"

Gong San frowned and wanted to scold, but after hearing this, he said, "You really got it right!" Zhichun was already sweating profusely and jumped over the threshold and shouted: "The person you are waiting for is really here!"

Gong Sanyi hurriedly put down the cup and got up, walked quickly to the layman, and dressed up.

Canghai stepped into the courtyard gate carrying a mud basin full of dirt and only dirt. Fat rabbit under armpits. Gong San came to meet him, and said unhappily to the little round-faced young man beside him: "What are you, me, and the people who are waiting for me, even Bai Gongzi won't call anymore!"

Zhichun hurriedly ran to move the flower pot, and when the sea was loose, his hands couldn't help but fall, and he was quite surprised and went to the house.

Gong San happily stepped forward and looked at it hand in hand, and immediately frowned and said, "Ouch, look at the soil on this body!" bent down to dust off the hem of Canghai's clothes, but Canghai suddenly screamed.

Gong San looked up and saw Canghai frowning, his jaw twitching, and he felt his legs trembling lightly under the hem of his clothes, and couldn't help but be stunned: "What's wrong?"

Canghai gritted his teeth for a long time before he relieved his mouth and said lightly: "It's okay." "Push Gong San on the shoulders and leave," let's go inside...... "Gong San's arm was grabbed and dragged by Gong San and staggered.

Gong San held his right arm and slowly straightened up, stared at his eyes that were out of sight, and said solemnly: "What's wrong with the leg?" and couldn't help but stare at him again.

"It's fine. Canghai said again. The right arm came out of Gong San's hand.

Gong San grabbed him again, and said with forbearance: "Legs." What's wrong?"

Canghai didn't answer.

Miyazo bent down and lifted his right foot to take off his boot. "Let me see ......"

"Hey......!" Canghai hurriedly stopped him, holding his shoulders and taking a step back. Said: "It's okay, it's just a small injury." ”

Gong San said: "How can there be an injury on the leg?"

β€œ...... I stumbled on the steps myself. ”

"Where's the arm?"

Canghai raised his eyes and was stunned. β€œ...... Don't ......!"

The sleeve of the sword was pulled up slightly, revealing the finger marks of the black-clad kidnapper on his wrist.

Canghai gasped in pain.

Zhichun stood at the door, looking out.

Canghai's right arm raised and retreated, and said lightly: "Don't move your hands and feet when I know that I'm in pain, just go inside and talk, I'm tired again." ”

Gong San tugged at the corner of his clothes, "Where do you hurt? I just don't move." ”

Canghai stared back at him. "I was in pain. ”

The snow-white sunlight made people unable to open their eyes, and the sea in Gong San's eyes was just a piece of white flowers.

Miyazo smiled. Where there's sunshine, you're always in a better mood.

"I'm sorry. Gong San put Canghai on his shoulders and walked towards the house with a smile. "I'll rub it for you with medicinal wine, I have the elixir of a miracle doctor. ”

Canghai suddenly stopped at the door of the house.

Gong San's smile froze. Seeing Canghai turn around and throw the fat rabbit on the ground, he said, "You can eat grass and play here." "Another step forward.

Gong San laughed again at this time, turned back to the fat rabbit and said, "Eat a lot, gnaw all the grass in the yard, it's not my house anyway." ”

Canghai snorted lightly in his heart, and also said, "Be careful to kill you." "Regardless of the others, he went into the house by himself.

Gong San's general Zhichun feigned a kick and reprimanded: "Don't make trouble for the young master." Let's go out and play by yourself. ”

Zhichun seemed to be happy, but he was unhappy, and muttered away.

Gong San entered the house and took a bottle and sat beside Canghai, pulled up his left and right sleeves to take a look, shook his head again and again and smacked his lips and said, "It's too much, it's really too ......much" and uncorked the bottle.

Canghai said: "No need. I can afford a little injury. ”

"Uh-huh...... If you want it, if you want it......" Gong San lengthened his voice and poured the medicinal wine into his hot palm. Dragged Canghai's arm, and suddenly paused. Leaned in and sniffed, "Oh." It turns out that the medicine has been rubbed. But it doesn't matter, rub it more quickly, you make me enjoy it too. ”

"What's the ...... about this" Canghai suddenly grinned, his hand couldn't be withdrawn, and he continued with a thin sweat: "Okay...... Pass...... Addicted ......?"

Gong San smiled and admired for a while, and Canghai gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Gong San smiled and said, "Brother, what did you bring that pot of soil for?"

Canghai's face was red, and he nodded and said in a low voice: "That's not soil...... Be...... Grass. ”

"Grass?" The warm sunlight shone on the dew on the tips of the grass outside the courtyard, and Gong San smiled: "What grass? Where is the grass? You won't lie to me, right?"

Canghai said: "...... As long as you ...... every day Water it, and one day it will ......" suddenly shut up. Gong San suddenly exerted his strength. Canghai only felt that his eyes were white.

"Hey...... You won't be able to, right?" Gong San hurriedly stopped, "Your face is so ugly?" or ...... Why don't you rub it. As he spoke, he really took the medicine bottle and washed his hands.

Canghai put down his sleeves to wipe his sweat and muttered: "What's wrong with this, they all love to rub medicine and wine for me......"

"Both?" Gong San sat next to each other curiously, and said, "Who else?"

Canghai didn't answer, but said: "That pot of grass is for you to guess what is on my mind, you must water it frequently, if it is raised, I will not spare you." ”

Gong San smiled and stretched his neck to look at the mud pot on the windowsill, and his eyes rolled.

Canghai said again: "Don't you want to secretly pick it out and take a look, that kind of child will die when it sees the light, and I won't spare you if it dies." Stretched out his finger and nodded Gong San, "You can watch it." ”

Gong San pouted and shrugged his shoulders. "If you don't look, you don't watch. As soon as his eyes drooped, he happily picked up the wine glass and flask, poured a glass and stuffed it in Canghai's hand, poured another cup for himself, and said with a smile: "Come, let's drink." ”

Canghai shook his head. "What kind of wine are you drinking this morning, and besides, I have never drunk alcohol in my life. ”

Gong San smiled and said, "You can't help but drink after listening to my poem!" said and raised his head and chanted: "A pot of wine among the flowers, the joy must be spring." Forever knot ruthlessly swims, and the shadow becomes a trio! Ha Lu Ha

Canghai couldn't help but laugh. smiled: "Let's not talk about your plagiarized crooked poems, since it is the shadow, then we should be four people, where is there three people?"

Gong San pretended to be drunk and smiled: "Because I don't have a shadow." ”

Canghai laughs. "Ghosts have no shadows. ”

Gong San said: "I am a ghost." ”

Canghai's smile faded and was not broken.

"I'm a lonely ghost. Gong San replied softly, "A lonely ghost who doesn't even have a shadow." ”

Canghai sighed softly in the bottom of his heart.

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