AWB Chapter 36[1.30]
Chapter 36[1.30]
The next day, Cang Ning was woken up by Lan Chen calling her name and shaking her vigorously.
"Chen Wei, wake up. Chen Wei, Chen Wei..."
Cang Ning had a high fever, and slept until noon. He was shaken awake by Lan Chen in a daze, rubbed his eyes, and felt dizzy, his eyelids were too heavy to lift, and his mind was full of chaos.
"Chen Wei, you have a fever." Lan Chen helped Cang Ning up from the bed, and put the edge of a porcelain bowl into his mouth, "This is the medicine I picked for you just now, drink it quickly. I If you have a fever, you can cook this medicine yourself, and the fever will be cured after a while."
Cang Ning stretched out his hand to support the bottom of the bowl, and drank a large bowl of bitter medicine in one gulp: "I think this medicine is good, and it will probably be cured soon."
"You have become a doctor." Lan Chen smiled, put down the bowl and rubbed Cang Ning's hot face, "Chen Wei, that General Chen sent someone to urge the painting, saying that it will be done tomorrow, you are sick now, I will help You draw."
Saying that, Lan Chen cleared her throat and put on a dignified look: "Don't worry, I won't covet your 100 taels of silver."
Only then did Cang Ning remember the matter of painting, and he really wanted it, so he nodded repeatedly.
"Then you just lie down and rest, I'm going to draw..." A figure painting is not an easy task, and it has to be repeatedly sketched and rendered in layers to finally take shape, which is very complicated. From now on, Lan Chen will not stop drawing until the second God, there is barely enough time.
Walking to the table and taking a look, Lan Chen froze for a moment, then patted his head and said, "Oh, I forgot, the paint, brushes and paper are still left on the platform halfway up the mountain."
"Ah? That's right." Cang Ning also remembered that the two of them were chasing each other yesterday, leaving all the paint on the platform halfway up the mountain, and hurriedly pushed away the quilt to get up from the bed, "Let's go get it back."
"I'll go alone, you rest here." Lan Chen pushed Cang Ning back on the bed, and ran down the mountain alone.
"Hey Xiaolan, wait for me!" Cang Ning didn't have much strength, and reluctantly got up from the bed, his legs were weak, he staggered a few steps, and chased him out.
There is really no reason for Xiaolan to run around while lying on the bed alone.
When Cang Ning chased to the painting platform in the middle of the mountain yesterday, Lan Chen had already packed all the brushes and paper and put them in a cloth bag.
"Why did you come here?" Lan Chen carried the navy blue floral cloth bag on her shoulder, and pushed Cang Ning back, "Pack it up, let's go back."
"Shall I carry it?" Cang Ning asked after being pushed up the mountain for a few steps.
"No, no, I'll do it." Lan Chen held the cloth bag with one hand, put the other hand on Cang Ning's shoulder, and walked up the mountain with him, "A few pieces of paper and a few pens are very light, you Go back and rest."
"Xiaolan, I already feel better."
"Then go back and rest. You must have caught a cold in the water last night." Lan Chen said, "The river is really cold. I am shivering from the cold in such good health. Your small body must not be able to bear it. You hole Will it be too cold at night if there is such a river here, do you want to move to live with me in my cave?"
"I think it's good to have a river." Cang Ning said, "It's convenient for washing... Wait, I didn't seem to wash this morning."
"Hahaha."
"What are you laughing at?" Cang Ning saw a pool formed by a mountain spring on the side of the road, and hurried over to wash his face by the water.
Standing by the pool and looking around, I saw a white corner of the clothes exposed by the messy branches and leaves. Cang Ning hurriedly turned around and grabbed Lan Chen, and asked, "Xiao Lan? Did you see that there seemed to be a people?"
"Oh?" Lan Chen stretched her neck and looked across the pool, only to see a snow-white sleeve protruding from the messy bushes over there, and it seemed that there was really a person lying there.
"Shall we go over and have a look?" Cang Ning pulled Lan Chen up and walked towards the pool.
Cang Ning pushed aside the messy branches, and in front of him was a man in white clothes lying on the ground. He was unconscious, his face was pale, his lips were dry and chapped like a layer of white paper, and he was holding a dark object in his arms.
"Xiao Lan, there are really people here." Cang Ning squatted down and probed the man's nose, his body was still slightly warm, but he was not breathing.It seems that this person has just passed away not long ago.
"How is it?" Lan Chen asked standing aside.
"He's still hot, maybe he can be saved." Cang Ning looked up at Lan Chen, "How about we rescue him?"
"Is he angry?" Lan Chen asked.
Cang Ning shook his head: "But his body is not stiff, maybe he can be saved."
"He died, his soul has been taken away by black and white impermanence, and he can't be saved." Lan Chen said, "The body should be cold after a while. Why don't we bury him."
"Ah? Really?" Cang Ning couldn't help regretting that he was one step too late, otherwise, he might have been able to save this man, and seeing him die alone in such a remote mountain forest is quite pitiful.
"Yes." Lan Chen put the bag aside and said to Cang Ning, "You watch here first, I'll run back to find a hoe and a shovel."
"En." Cang Ning nodded beside the man in white.
Lan Chen turned around and ran up the mountain. Not long after, she ran to the pool with a hoe on one shoulder and a shovel on the other.
"You sit while I dig a hole." Lan Chen pointed to a stone by the pool.
"I'm ready!" Cang Ning grabbed the hoe from Lan Chen and began to dig in the ground, "I will dig."
"Okay, okay." Lan Chen shook his head helplessly as he looked at his bravery, "Then let's dig together."
"Yeah." Cang Ning nodded.
The two of them dug a hole together, as if you were scrambling for each other with a shovel and a shovel. You only hoped that you would dig more and the other would dig less.After digging together like this for a whole morning, we finally dug a big hole that can put the person down. Just as we were about to put the person on the ground into the hole, we suddenly found another problem.
"If you just put people in, you will definitely get covered in mud. How can you call it safe? He jumped up and scolded us." Lan Chen said, "We need to get some straw mats or a cotton bed Wrapped up for him."
Cang Ning quickly put down the hoe: "Then let's go find it."
"But you and I only have one mat and one quilt." Lan Chen grabbed Cang Ning and said, "Use the mat for a pad, and the quilt for a cover. Give him the mat without a mat, and give him the quilt without a cover." .”
Cang Ning thinks about it, indeed, Chen Wei and Lan Chen are so poor that they only have a quilt and a mat.However, isn't it still possible to buy it again?Cang Ning pulled Lan Chen and said: "Xiao Lan, he is dead, this is the only time in this life, why don't you give him my quilt first, and buy another one next time."
"We have to hand in the painting tomorrow and we can't go down the mountain to buy another bed today. It's been so cold recently that we have to cover up with a quilt at night." Lan Chen said, "Let's give him my quilt first. I'll go there and talk to him today You sleep together for one night. We will go to the street market to buy a new quilt after finishing the painting tomorrow."
"Yes." Cang Ning nodded.
"Then wait for me a little longer, I'll go and hug the quilt."
Lan Chen turned around and went to the mountain to bring back a quilt. The two of them spread the quilt on the ground and wanted to put the corpse on it. The corpse still hugged the dark wood tightly.
"Xiaolan, what is this piece of wood he is holding?" Cang Ning looked closer curiously, there were six snow-white strings stretched out from that piece of dark wood, and he stretched out his index finger to pluck it.
"Dang——" a thick piano sounded, the sound was like the sound of heaven, and Cang Ning's heart trembled.
"Chen Wei, you are playing cotton!" Lan Chen laughed, "Don't mess with other people's things, hurry up and bury them."
"Yeah." Cang Ning and Lan Chen lifted the corpse together, wrapped him in a quilt, put him in a pit, and buried him with soil.
"It's also pitiful." Lan Chen picked up the hoe and shovel, seeing that Cang Ning was indeed recovering, so he carried the cloth bag containing paint and drawing paper, and walked up the mountain together.
"Xiao Lan, why would someone die on the mountain?" Cang Ning, carrying a cloth bag, followed Lan Chen up the steep stone steps step by step.
"We are located on the border here, and there are often people who smuggle in." Lan Chen said, "Especially, monks often smuggle into the country from here to teach the Dharma. For example, there was a Kumarajiva in the past. And a few years ago, a Master Xuanzang smuggled from here to the West to obtain scriptures. Anyway, there are many people smuggling, but smuggling is not so easy. Look at how harsh the environment here is. They are often tired, hungry and thirsty, so people often die die here."
"The man just now is not a monk." Cang Ning asked, "Why is he smuggling?"
"Did you see the Yaoqin in that person's arms just now?" Lan Chen said, "I guess he is another person chasing dreams. Sigh!"
"Chasing the dream……"
"That's right. We are in such a harsh and remote place. We paint day after day. Apart from making a living, isn't it for our own dreams?" Lan Chen wiped off his sweat and raised his head to look at the pale sky , "Chen Wei, isn't your dream also to be an excellent painter? Why don't we smuggle in tomorrow, haha, go abroad to see and learn, learn some strengths from them, maybe it will help us to paint Woolen cloth."
"Haha." Cang Ning smiled, "Okay, I want to see it too."
"If you are caught by the government, you will be beheaded, haha. Do you dare to smuggle with me?"
"Oh?" Cang Ning said with a smile, "Just do what you want to do, and do what you want so much."
"Since that's the case, after we've drawn up this list, we will go west to Yangguan to study abroad."
"Okay." Cang Ning was looking forward to it, but if he really went abroad with Xiao Lan, would Brother Yan still find him?
In front, Lan Chen climbed the steps under her feet, humming a song that Cang Ning had never heard before.
"Thousands of miles along the Dunhuang Road, the snow hasn't cleared in three springs.
Sending you off on a horseback ride is like walking on flowers.
The trail is lost and the sand is far away, and the moonlight is amazed at the pass.
There are absolutely no flying geese in my hometown, and seeing each other off is like love. "
Since Lan Chen agreed to help Cang Ning paint in the morning and returned to the cave, even though Cang Ning had recovered from his fever, he still asked him to draw the portrait of Ms. Chen for herself.
In fact, I don't know how to draw at all, so I naturally asked him to draw.Cang Ning set up drawing paper, brushes and paints for Lan Chen, and stood with his chin in his hands to watch him draw.
Lan Chen picked up the pen and thought for a while, then turned to Cang Ning and smiled wryly: "It's really easy to draw a person but difficult to draw a ghost, so what the hell is Miss Chen like?"
Cang Ning touched his chin like General Chen. Without a beard, he could only imitate his tone and repeat: "Fair skin, big eyes, straight nose, and a mouth like a cherry."
"Hahaha." Lan Chen couldn't help laughing seeing Cang Ning's lifelike appearance, "It's wonderful, it's really like it! Chen Wei, go and let me see if you wear a women's dress. grow like you!"