Her Heartless Evil Man

The sun in late spring was a little hot, and there was sweat on his forehead. When he reached out to wipe it, he remembered that his hands were full of mud, but it was too late to remember. Let's ignore it for the time being. Just feel free.

Holding my little man, I didn't even notice the arrival of my father Khan.

A shadow was quietly cast on the mud in my hand. Subconsciously, I looked up and saw my father Khan and a stranger.

"Dan'er, my name is Uncle Wu Zhe."

I saluted first, and then looked up at him. He didn't have the power of his father Khan, but he had a sense of immortality, which made me respect him unconsciously. "Turdan paid a visit to Uncle Wu zhe".

Uncle Wu zhe smiled and affectionately grabbed my hand, "ha ha, sweat, although you are a little younger, you are not afraid. There is always a way."

Father Khan nodded, "dan'er, go in with father Khan."

I let go of the hand I held with my uncle. Then I found that the mud in my hand had touched his palm, but he didn't dislike it. He smiled faintly and said, "this child is as old as before at first sight. A little man can calm down and pinch this clay figurine. He has pinched so much. He must be a great man in the future."

"Sir, I'm flattered."

When I got into the yurt, Uncle Wu Zhe and I cleaned our hands and faces first. Our hands were still wet, but I never had the habit of drying them. I went to my father Khan and uncle and stood still. I guessed that my uncle's arrival must be related to me. Otherwise, he and father Khan would not have said those words just now. Is it because of my weakness?

"Come here," Uncle Wu zhe called softly.

I walked over. I hope he can cure me and let those who secretly laugh at my short stature completely speechless.

But is that okay?

His hand gently wiped my forehead, and I remembered the mud I stuck when I wiped my sweat. Just now, I didn't wash it clean. I always washed it whole, "thank you, uncle."

But he smiled and held out two fingers to my pulse. I was a little nervous, but there was a very easygoing breath on him, which made me gradually eliminate the tension.

That day, he wrote me some prescriptions, and then father Khan sent him away. I thought he was a guest at my house and would stay for some days, but I didn't want to see him again after that time.

His medicine is really effective. My illness is really getting better. In less than a month, my meal is normal. My body grows taller day by day. The eyebrows that e Niang used to wrinkle finally stretch out and gradually have a smile.

Later, when I asked my father who uncle Han wuzhe was, he smiled but said it was a man he met on the road. My father Khan knew his medical skills, so he invited me to diagnose and treat my illness.

I asked my father Khan where he met Uncle Wu zhe?

Father Khan pointed to the distance. He said he met Uncle Wu Zhe in the jungle. At that moment, I remembered the direction of the jungle. There were endless grass on the grassland, so the jungle made me curious.

After spring and summer, the grass is pale yellow. When autumn comes, I grow taller.

On this day, I avoided e Niang. I rode secretly. I went in the direction of the jungle mentioned by my father Khan. I wanted to go to the jungle. My father Khan said that I could arrive in two or three hours. I would come back after watching it. There would be nothing wrong.

The sky was clear and the autumn was light. I was naughty and walked with the wind. I didn't even know that I was afraid. I saw a piece of green from a distance. It was a jungle and there were many mountains. Because there were more green pines, although it was autumn, the mountain was still green. I saw more boundless grass, so I felt that the pine tree was really beautiful and finally arrived, Some excitement, some pleasure.

Before the horse stood still, I jumped down and led the horse to the depths of the jungle. There were too many differences between flowers and birds and the grassland, which made me happy and lingered.

Did father Khan meet Uncle Wu Zhe in the jungle? It turns out that adults like here as much as I do. It's also a beautiful pleasure to come here to breathe fresh air. Looking at the colorful butterflies flying, I couldn't help telling myself that I would come here often in the future.

Tranquility is the best atmosphere.

Suddenly I heard the sound of birds screaming. I was curious. Did I meet an eagle? I went in the direction of the bird, and then I heard some faint breathing.

I'm not afraid. I rushed over. I saw a man covered with blood. In that case, if ordinary people saw it, they would scream, but I didn't. I've seen too many bloody scenes on the battlefield. I walked up to him indifferently and learned from my father's sweat's men. I felt his breath, um, and breath. I'm still alive.

His dry lips opened. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't speak.

"Would you like some water?" I asked. It must be. His lips were so dry.

He nodded very slightly. If I hadn't stared at him closely, I couldn't even tell that he nodded too much. He was badly hurt. The blood all over his body was shocking.

Take off the kettle on my shoulder, pour it to his lips, "drink."

He struggled to move, but he couldn't move at all. I had to send the water to his mouth. I didn't grasp the strength. I poured much more at once. He choked and then coughed one after another. This coughing made me a little embarrassed. I pounded his back and suddenly a mouthful of blood gushed out. Fortunately, I was standing on his side, So those blood didn't dye my robe red, otherwise if I came home with blood, e Niang and father Khan would be shocked.

Is he dying?

He must have vomited so much blood, but his position was in the windward place. The wind blew, making his broken blood clothes shake in the wind.

Looking at the sky, I found that the sky was a little dark. Is it going to rain? It was a good time just now, but the rain was coming. Looking at the men on the ground, I was at a loss.

I want to leave. I have to go home quickly, or it will rain and erniang and father Khan won't find me. They will be worried.

But the man around me, his face full of blood, I can't even see who he is.

Shall I leave him alone? How cruel I am like that.

I hesitated whether I should save him. Then I made up my mind. I would rather be beaten and scolded by e Niang and father Khan than abandon a dying man in the wild in the mountains. Otherwise, I don't even deserve to be a man. I am a man. When I grow up, I am an indomitable man. I want to be more powerful than my father Khan. I want to unify the grassland. I want to be a overlord on the grassland.

When I looked at him, I had a familiar feeling. Save him.

Without asking him, I dragged him straight to the leeward depression. He couldn't stop me. He couldn't speak or move. But he was very strong. He was hurt so badly, but I dragged him like this. He didn't even moan.

After turning a corner, I saw a cave not far away, where I could take shelter from the rain. There were raindrops falling in the sky and thunder falling. I gritted my teeth and dragged him into the cave. When I walked in, I found that the cave was even darker. It took me a long time to adapt to the darkness here. I slowly saw that there were some straw on the ground, This must be a resting place for hunters.

Put him on the straw, and then I heard the sound of raindrops falling outside the cave. It was a heavy rain. Fortunately, I ran fast and ran in time. Otherwise, my whole body was drenched. My horse has been obediently behind me. I am a little happy. When the rain stops, I can ride my horse and leave.

Looking at the man on the straw, his breath was weaker than before. I squatted down and slowly wiped the blood on his face. Once or twice, the blood coagulated and was difficult to wipe, but I just felt that he was a person I knew well.

Finally, his face was clean and I saw his face.

He is actually Uncle Wu Zhe. Since it is him, I can't leave. He cured my disease. I am a man, and I can't abandon him.

He slowly fed him again and drank some water. His strength seemed to recover slowly.

It's a little dark outside. It's getting dark.

"Uncle Wu Zhe, I'll ask my father Khan to save you. Go to my house." I want to leave. It's useless for me to stay here. I can't save him at all. I only know some moves of dancing guns and sticks. I'm too young to understand anything else.

After drinking water and resting for such a long time, he seemed to have strength, opened his mouth and finally said, "turdan, I'm dying. Come here. There are some things you need to help your uncle when you grow up."

I nodded. I don't believe I can help him. What's that?

Looking at him askew, "Uncle wuzhe, don't say help. What uncle asks turdan to do, turdan will do it."

He stretched out his hand and tried to take it out of his arms. It seemed that he wanted to take something, but he couldn't lift it for a long time. "Uncle, do you want to take something?"

Uncle Wu zhe nodded.

"Can I get it for you?"

"Yes."

With his permission, I leaned into his arms, and then I really touched something like paper, took it out and unfolded it. It was a picture and a piece of paper.

In that painting, there is a woman with light eyebrows, curving like a picture, elegant manners, as if she were free from dust and vulgarity like a lotus. I can't describe her beauty, but she and my e Niang are different types of people. She is more soft and beautiful, while my e Niang is more capable.

There are some words written on the paper. I read it. It's Mongolian I don't know. I'm also young. I don't know what these are for.