Chapter 354
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In a trance, he seemed to see a dim three foot long sword, which was inserted on the dark cliff stone, quiet and silent.
"This sword..."
Years old suddenly opened his eyes, and his forehead was full of cold sweat.
"Elder brother! What's the matter with you!?"
Mu XiuXiu looked at the age on the wooden couch with concern.
Niansui sat up, shook his dizzy head, looked around and said, "what happened?"
Mu XiuXiu grabbed the sleeve of the year-old clothes and said softly, "my mother didn't know what she said to you. When I entered the room, I saw you faint on the ground and wake up from a deep sleep."
Years old looked at the dim sky through the window lattice, couldn't help patting his head, got down on the wooden couch, and said, "in a flash, it was several hours past. I almost forgot that I hadn't picked up dry firewood today."
"Elder brother, you have a rest. I have just collected firewood." Muxiuxiu pressed him down and whispered.
With age's eyes, mu XiuXiu subconsciously withdrew her palm and hid behind her.
Her white and soft hands were covered with several bright red bloodstains, and there were signs of scabs.
Years old saw all this in his eyes, but he didn't speak. He just patted mu XiuXiu's arm and rolled over and got down on the wooden couch.
"Elder brother, where are you going?"
The girl's voice came from behind. She gently waved her hand and looked a little confused, saying, "XiuXiu, please take care of aunt mu for the time being. I want to walk on the mountain."
Mu XiuXiu bit her lip and said, "then be careful. In recent days, there are always huge birds on the top of the mountain. Don't go up."
"I know."
……
Another dream.
Years old walked in the dark nothingness. I don't know how long he walked, and finally came to the end of the faint light.
"Strange fate of fairy wood"
Or the dark cliff stone under your feet.
Or this dim three foot long sword.
On the handle of the gray long sword, there was a pale shimmer, gently shaking, as if calling, as if waiting for something.
Somehow, it is covered with dust and has been waiting for its owner.
But its owner has long fallen into the abyss and left it here.
……
Aunt Mu has gone.
A slightly crude wooden coffin, a low earth bag, and a stone tablet engraved with several small characters.
Mu XiuXiu cried several times and fainted. She was so sad that she was unconscious and fell ill on her couch directly.
"Should I cry?"
Niansui reached out and touched his cheek, with faint tears.
"Yes, I should cry."
Somehow, the mood and feelings of age became weaker and weaker. The once intelligent, kind and calm age gradually disappeared, and its deep heart was replaced by the overwhelming loneliness.
The thick hand patted on the old shoulder, which was very painful.
Niansui gently turned his head and said, "Uncle Zhou."
Hunter Zhou looked at him calmly and said in a deep voice, "you have changed."
Years of mood surged, slightly raised his eyebrows, reluctantly pulled out a smile, and said, "how do you say this?"
Hunter Zhou pointed to his eyes, as if looking at a stranger, and turned away without saying a word.
……
It was another cold moonlit night.
"Elder brother, in my memory, you often show a good-looking smile," Mu XiuXiu put the atherosclerotic bowl on the wooden table and looked at him quietly, "in recent years, I have never seen you smile again."
Niansui didn't know what he was thinking. At this time, Kan Kan came back to his senses and subconsciously looked up between mu XiuXiu's eyebrows and eyes, where there were faint fine lines.
The boring life in the mountain day after day even made him forget the passage of time.
It's been twenty years since I first saw it.
At that time, the beautiful girl was nearly 40 years old, but he was still like decades ago, and had never changed at all.
Over the years, people in the village have gradually regarded him as a monster and moved away from the hillside. Only he and mu XiuXiu were left in the hunter village.
But mu XiuXiu never asked these questions, so he didn't say anything.
It's night.
Muxiuxiu lay alone on the wooden couch, tightening the thin quilt on the tight fitting, and two lines of clear tears flowed down her eyes.
"Elder brother, I have liked to pester you since I was young, not because you were born beautiful, but because the bright smile you often showed at that time made me feel at ease."
"Elder brother, I don't want to know what you've been through, and I don't want to ask. All I know is that you've always been by my side and never left."
"Brother Nian, over the years, I can detect the loneliness in your mind, and I really want to share some for you, but you don't tell me anything, but you completely shut yourself up. I'm really distressed and sad."
"Elder brother..."
The bright white moonlight reflected through the window lattice and gently stroked her cheek, as if wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.
……
It's a rainy night again.
With the cold wind howling, Nian pushed open the wooden door, put the bows and arrows and prey on his back by the door, took off his wet fur and fur robe, and called as usual, "XiuXiu, while the rain was not heavy just now, I shot two live rabbits back, and I'll stew them and mend your body."
The furnishings in the wooden house should be as usual, but the familiar and gentle voice of promise is missing.
Niansui was stunned, and then called, "XiuXiu."
It is still quiet.
The increasingly fierce storm, mixed with the cold, swept out of the door, scraping his face like a cold blade.
Bang!
Niansui turned around, slammed the wooden door, put his head against the door frame, and two lines of tears flowed uncontrollably, choking: "XiuXiu..."
Three days ago, mu XiuXiu died at the age of 79.
It was he who personally held the stone axe and carved her stone tablet one by one.
Leaned weakly under the door frame and stared at the rainstorm outside the window lattice, he thought of the heavy rain 70 years ago and the weak wolf demon who called himself the "wolf king".
The memories of the past flowed by scene by scene, clear as if they had just happened.
In an instant, it was like an eternity.
……
"What is the secret in my body? Who am I?"
Niansui stood up and opened the wooden door in front of him. The cold rain slapped his face and even made him a little unable to open his eyes.
This time, he did not hesitate, but walked into the pouring rain without looking back.
Although the door was wide open, there was still a little warmth in the wooden house, which was added by mu XiuXiu three days ago and has never been extinguished.
I don't know how long it took, this dilapidated wooden house has gradually become decadent after the passage of time.
But he never came back.
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In a trance, he seemed to see a dim three foot long sword, which was inserted on the dark cliff stone, quiet and silent.
"This sword..."
Years old suddenly opened his eyes, and his forehead was full of cold sweat.
"Elder brother! What's the matter with you!?"
Mu XiuXiu looked at the age on the wooden couch with concern.
Niansui sat up, shook his dizzy head, looked around and said, "what happened?"
Mu XiuXiu grabbed the sleeve of the year-old clothes and said softly, "my mother didn't know what she said to you. When I entered the room, I saw you faint on the ground and wake up from a deep sleep."
Years old looked at the dim sky through the window lattice, couldn't help patting his head, got down on the wooden couch, and said, "in a flash, it was several hours past. I almost forgot that I hadn't picked up dry firewood today."
"Elder brother, you have a rest. I have just collected firewood." Muxiuxiu pressed him down and whispered.
With age's eyes, mu XiuXiu subconsciously withdrew her palm and hid behind her.
Her white and soft hands were covered with several bright red bloodstains, and there were signs of scabs.
Years old saw all this in his eyes, but he didn't speak. He just patted mu XiuXiu's arm and rolled over and got down on the wooden couch.
"Elder brother, where are you going?"
The girl's voice came from behind. She gently waved her hand and looked a little confused, saying, "XiuXiu, please take care of aunt mu for the time being. I want to walk on the mountain."
Mu XiuXiu bit her lip and said, "then be careful. In recent days, there are always huge birds on the top of the mountain. Don't go up."
"I know."
……
Another dream.
Years old walked in the dark nothingness. I don't know how long he walked, and finally came to the end of the faint light.
"Strange fate of fairy wood"
Or the dark cliff stone under your feet.
Or this dim three foot long sword.
On the handle of the gray long sword, there was a pale shimmer, gently shaking, as if calling, as if waiting for something.
Somehow, it is covered with dust and has been waiting for its owner.
But its owner has long fallen into the abyss and left it here.
……
Aunt Mu has gone.
A slightly crude wooden coffin, a low earth bag, and a stone tablet engraved with several small characters.
Mu XiuXiu cried several times and fainted. She was so sad that she was unconscious and fell ill on her couch directly.
"Should I cry?"
Niansui reached out and touched his cheek, with faint tears.
"Yes, I should cry."
Somehow, the mood and feelings of age became weaker and weaker. The once intelligent, kind and calm age gradually disappeared, and its deep heart was replaced by the overwhelming loneliness.
The thick hand patted on the old shoulder, which was very painful.
Niansui gently turned his head and said, "Uncle Zhou."
Hunter Zhou looked at him calmly and said in a deep voice, "you have changed."
Years of mood surged, slightly raised his eyebrows, reluctantly pulled out a smile, and said, "how do you say this?"
Hunter Zhou pointed to his eyes, as if looking at a stranger, and turned away without saying a word.
……
It was another cold moonlit night.
"Elder brother, in my memory, you often show a good-looking smile," Mu XiuXiu put the atherosclerotic bowl on the wooden table and looked at him quietly, "in recent years, I have never seen you smile again."
Niansui didn't know what he was thinking. At this time, Kan Kan came back to his senses and subconsciously looked up between mu XiuXiu's eyebrows and eyes, where there were faint fine lines.
The boring life in the mountain day after day even made him forget the passage of time.
It's been twenty years since I first saw it.
At that time, the beautiful girl was nearly 40 years old, but he was still like decades ago, and had never changed at all.
Over the years, people in the village have gradually regarded him as a monster and moved away from the hillside. Only he and mu XiuXiu were left in the hunter village.
But mu XiuXiu never asked these questions, so he didn't say anything.
It's night.
Muxiuxiu lay alone on the wooden couch, tightening the thin quilt on the tight fitting, and two lines of clear tears flowed down her eyes.
"Elder brother, I have liked to pester you since I was young, not because you were born beautiful, but because the bright smile you often showed at that time made me feel at ease."
"Elder brother, I don't want to know what you've been through, and I don't want to ask. All I know is that you've always been by my side and never left."
"Brother Nian, over the years, I can detect the loneliness in your mind, and I really want to share some for you, but you don't tell me anything, but you completely shut yourself up. I'm really distressed and sad."
"Elder brother..."
The bright white moonlight reflected through the window lattice and gently stroked her cheek, as if wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.
……
It's a rainy night again.
With the cold wind howling, Nian pushed open the wooden door, put the bows and arrows and prey on his back by the door, took off his wet fur and fur robe, and called as usual, "XiuXiu, while the rain was not heavy just now, I shot two live rabbits back, and I'll stew them and mend your body."
The furnishings in the wooden house should be as usual, but the familiar and gentle voice of promise is missing.
Niansui was stunned, and then called, "XiuXiu."
It is still quiet.
The increasingly fierce storm, mixed with the cold, swept out of the door, scraping his face like a cold blade.
Bang!
Niansui turned around, slammed the wooden door, put his head against the door frame, and two lines of tears flowed uncontrollably, choking: "XiuXiu..."
Three days ago, mu XiuXiu died at the age of 79.
It was he who personally held the stone axe and carved her stone tablet one by one.
Leaned weakly under the door frame and stared at the rainstorm outside the window lattice, he thought of the heavy rain 70 years ago and the weak wolf demon who called himself the "wolf king".
The memories of the past flowed by scene by scene, clear as if they had just happened.
In an instant, it was like an eternity.
……
"What is the secret in my body? Who am I?"
Niansui stood up and opened the wooden door in front of him. The cold rain slapped his face and even made him a little unable to open his eyes.
This time, he did not hesitate, but walked into the pouring rain without looking back.
Although the door was wide open, there was still a little warmth in the wooden house, which was added by mu XiuXiu three days ago and has never been extinguished.
I don't know how long it took, this dilapidated wooden house has gradually become decadent after the passage of time.
But he never came back.
In a trance, he seemed to see a dim three foot long sword, which was inserted on the dark cliff stone, quiet and silent."This sword..."Years old suddenly opened his eyes, and his forehead was full of cold sweat."Elder brother! What's the matter with you!?"Mu XiuXiu looked at the age on the wooden couch with concern.Niansui sat up, shook his dizzy head, looked around and said, "what happened?"Mu XiuXiu grabbed the sleeve of the year-old clothes and said softly, "my mother didn't know what she said to you. When I entered the room, I saw you faint on the ground and wake up from a deep sleep."Years old looked at the dim sky through the window lattice, couldn't help patting his head, got down on the wooden couch, and said, "in a flash, it was several hours past. I almost forgot that I hadn't picked up dry firewood today.""Elder brother, you have a rest. I have just collected firewood." Muxiuxiu pressed him down and whispered.With age's eyes, mu XiuXiu subconsciously withdrew her palm and hid behind her.Her white and soft hands were covered with several bright red bloodstains, and there were signs of scabs.Years old saw all this in his eyes, but he didn't speak. He just patted mu XiuXiu's arm and rolled over and got down on the wooden couch."Elder brother, where are you going?"The girl's voice came from behind. She gently waved her hand and looked a little confused, saying, "XiuXiu, please take care of aunt mu for the time being. I want to walk on the mountain."Mu XiuXiu bit her lip and said, "then be careful. In recent days, there are always huge birds on the top of the mountain. Don't go up.""I know."Another dream.Years old walked in the dark nothingness. I don't know how long he walked, and finally came to the end of the faint light."Strange fate of fairy wood"Or the dark cliff stone under your feet.Or this dim three foot long sword.On the handle of the gray long sword, there was a pale shimmer, gently shaking, as if calling, as if waiting for something.Somehow, it is covered with dust and has been waiting for its owner.But its owner has long fallen into the abyss and left it here.Aunt Mu has gone.A slightly crude wooden coffin, a low earth bag, and a stone tablet engraved with several small characters.Mu XiuXiu cried several times and fainted. She was so sad that she was unconscious and fell ill on her couch directly."Should I cry?"Niansui reached out and touched his cheek, with faint tears."Yes, I should cry."Somehow, the mood and feelings of age became weaker and weaker. The once intelligent, kind and calm age gradually disappeared, and its deep heart was replaced by the overwhelming loneliness.The thick hand patted on the old shoulder, which was very painful.Niansui gently turned his head and said, "Uncle Zhou."Hunter Zhou looked at him calmly and said in a deep voice, "you have changed."Years of mood surged, slightly raised his eyebrows, reluctantly pulled out a smile, and said, "how do you say this?"Hunter Zhou pointed to his eyes, as if looking at a stranger, and turned away without saying a word.It was another cold moonlit night."Elder brother, in my memory, you often show a good-looking smile," Mu XiuXiu put the atherosclerotic bowl on the wooden table and looked at him quietly, "in recent years, I have never seen you smile again."Niansui didn't know what he was thinking. At this time, Kan Kan came back to his senses and subconsciously looked up between mu XiuXiu's eyebrows and eyes, where there were faint fine lines.The boring life in the mountain day after day even made him forget the passage of time.It's been twenty years since I first saw it.At that time, the beautiful girl was nearly 40 years old, but he was still like decades ago, and had never changed at all.Over the years, people in the village have gradually regarded him as a monster and moved away from the hillside. Only he and mu XiuXiu were left in the hunter village.But mu XiuXiu never asked these questions, so he didn't say anything.It's night.Muxiuxiu lay alone on the wooden couch, tightening the thin quilt on the tight fitting, and two lines of clear tears flowed down her eyes."Elder brother, I have liked to pester you since I was young, not because you were born beautiful, but because the bright smile you often showed at that time made me feel at ease.""Elder brother, I don't want to know what you've been through, and I don't want to ask. All I know is that you've always been by my side and never left.""Brother Nian, over the years, I can detect the loneliness in your mind, and I really want to share some for you, but you don't tell me anything, but you completely shut yourself up. I'm really distressed and sad.""Elder brother..."The bright white moonlight reflected through the window lattice and gently stroked her cheek, as if wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.It's a rainy night again.With the cold wind howling, Nian pushed open the wooden door, put the bows and arrows and prey on his back by the door, took off his wet fur and fur robe, and called as usual, "XiuXiu, while the rain was not heavy just now, I shot two live rabbits back, and I'll stew them and mend your body."The furnishings in the wooden house should be as usual, but the familiar and gentle voice of promise is missing.Niansui was stunned, and then called, "XiuXiu."It is still quiet.The increasingly fierce storm, mixed with the cold, swept out of the door, scraping his face like a cold blade.Bang!Niansui turned around, slammed the wooden door, put his head against the door frame, and two lines of tears flowed uncontrollably, choking: "XiuXiu..."Three days ago, mu XiuXiu died at the age of 79.It was he who personally held the stone axe and carved her stone tablet one by one.Leaned weakly under the door frame and stared at the rainstorm outside the window lattice, he thought of the heavy rain 70 years ago and the weak wolf demon who called himself the "wolf king".The memories of the past flowed by scene by scene, clear as if they had just happened.In an instant, it was like an eternity."What is the secret in my body? Who am I?"Niansui stood up and opened the wooden door in front of him. The cold rain slapped his face and even made him a little unable to open his eyes.This time, he did not hesitate, but walked into the pouring rain without looking back.Although the door was wide open, there was still a little warmth in the wooden house, which was added by mu XiuXiu three days ago and has never been extinguished.I don't know how long it took, this dilapidated wooden house has gradually become decadent after the passage of time.But he never came back.
