Chapter 372 If I draw my sword, I will sweep across the sky
In a trance, he seemed to see a dim three-foot long sword. This gray-white long sword was inserted on the black cliff, silent and silent.
"This sword..."
Nian Sui opened his eyes suddenly, his forehead was covered with cold sweat.
"Brother Nian Sui! What's wrong with you!?"
Mu Xiuxiu looked worriedly at the age on the wooden couch, her eyes were full of concern.
Nian Sui sat up, shook his dizzy head, looked around, and said, "What happened?"
Mu Xiuxiu grabbed Nian Sui's sleeve, and said softly, "My mother didn't know what she said to you. When I entered the room, I saw you fainted on the ground, and you just woke up from a deep sleep."
Nian Sui looked at the dark sky through the window lattice, couldn't help but slapped his head, got off the wooden couch, and said: "Several hours have passed in a flash, I almost forgot, and I haven't picked up the dry goods today. firewood."
"Brother Nian Sui, it's time for you to take a break. I just came back from collecting firewood." Mu Xiuxiu held him down and said in a low voice.
With the eyes of the age, Mu Xiuxiu subconsciously withdrew her palm and hid it behind her back.
On her white and soft little hands, there were several bright red bloodstains all over, almost showing signs of scabs.
Nian Sui saw all this, but he didn't say anything, he just patted Mu Xiuxiu's arm, turned over and got off the wooden couch.
"Brother Nian, where are you going?"
The girl's voice came from behind her, and Nian Sui waved her hand lightly, with a rare dazed expression, and said, "Xiuxiu, take care of Aunt Mu for now, I want to take a walk on the mountain."
Mu Xiuxiu bit her lip, and said: "Then you have to be careful, in recent days, there are always huge birds coming and going on the top of the mountain, so don't go up."
"I see."
...
It was a dream again.
Years walked in the darkness of nothingness for an unknown amount of time, and finally reached the end of the shimmering light.
It is still the gray cliff stone under the feet.
It was still this dim three-foot long sword.
The hilt of the gray-white long sword exuded a light white gleam, trembling slightly, as if calling, as if waiting for something.
For some reason, it was covered in dust here, waiting for its owner all the time.
But its owner has already sunk into the bottomless abyss and forgotten it here.
...
Aunt Wood has gone.
A pair of crude wooden coffins, a low soil bag, and a stone tablet with several small characters engraved on it.
Mu Xiuxiu cried and passed out several times, she was so sad that she fell unconscious on the couch.
"Should I cry?"
Nian Sui reached out and touched his cheek, there were faint tears.
"Yes, I should cry."
For some reason, the mood and feelings of the year are getting weaker and weaker. The age of wisdom, kindness and calmness gradually disappears, and the depths of his mind are replaced by overwhelming loneliness and silence.
The thick big hand patted on the shoulder of the year, which hurts a lot.
Nian Sui turned his head gently and said, "Uncle Zhou."
Zhou Orion looked at him fixedly, and said in a deep voice, "You have changed."
Nian Sui was emotional, raised his eyebrows slightly, forced a smile, and said, "How do you say that?"
Zhou Orion pointed to his eyes, as if looking at a stranger, and turned away without saying a word.
...
It was another cold moonlit night.
"Brother Nian Sui, in my memory, you often show a nice smile." Mu Xiuxiu put the porridge bowl on the wooden table and looked at him quietly. I can't see you smiling."
I don't know what was going on in my mind, at this moment Kankan came back to my senses, and subconsciously raised my head to look between Mu Xiuxiu's eyebrows and eyes, where there were faintly some fine lines.
The boring life in the mountains day after day even made him forget the passage of time.
In the blink of an eye, it has been twenty years.
That young and beautiful girl was nearly forty years old, but he was still the same as he was decades ago, without any change.
Over the years, people in the village have gradually regarded him as a monster, and have moved away from the mountainside. Only him and Mu Xiuxiu were left in the Orion village.
But Mu Xiuxiu never asked these questions, so he didn't say anything.
That night.
Mu Xiuxiu was lying alone on the wooden couch, tightening the thin quilt tightly around her body, two lines of clear tears flowed down her eyes.
"Brother Nian Sui, I have liked to pester you since I was a child, not because of your good looks, but because of the bright smile you often showed at that time, which made me feel at ease, very at ease."
"Brother Nian Sui, I don't want to know what you've been through, and I don't want to ask. I just know that you've always been by my side and never left."
"Brother Nian Sui, over the years, I can feel the coldness and loneliness in your mind, and I really want to share some for you, but you didn't tell me anything, but closed yourself completely, I really feel distressed and very sad .”
"Brother Years..."
The bright white moonlight shone through the window lattice, gently stroking her cheeks, as if wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
...
It was rainy night again.
While the cold wind was howling, Nian Sui pushed open the wooden door, put the bow and arrows and prey on his back by the door, took off his drenched fur robe, and called out as usual: "Xiuxiu, take advantage of the rain just now It’s not big, I shot two wild rabbits that were alive and kicking back, and I’ll stew them later to nourish your body.”
The furnishings in the wooden house should be as usual, but the familiar and gentle voice of promise is missing.
Nian Sui was taken aback for a moment, then called again: "Xiuxiu."
It was still quiet.
An increasingly fierce storm mixed with cold air swept from outside the door, scraping his face like a cold sharp blade.
Bang!
Nian Sui turned around, closed the wooden door firmly, pressed his head against the door frame, two lines of tears flowed down uncontrollably, and choked up, "Xiuxiu..."
Three days ago, Mu Xiuxiu passed away at the end of her life, at the age of seventy-nine.
It was he who personally held the stone ax and carved her stone tablet stroke by stroke.
Leaning weakly against the door frame, Sui Sui stared blankly at the torrential rain beyond the window lattice, thinking of the torrential rain seventy years ago, and of the weak little wolf demon who called himself the "Blue Wolf King" .
Memories of the past flowed by one scene after another, as clearly as if it had just happened.
In an instant, it seemed like a lifetime away.
...
"What secrets are hidden in my body? Who am I?"
Nian Sui stood up and opened the wooden door in front of him. The cold rain slapped on his face, making him 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 some warmth in the wooden house. It was the bleak fire that Mu Xiuxiu personally added three days ago, and it has never been extinguished.
I don't know how long it has passed, but the dilapidated wooden house has gradually become decayed through the passage of time.
But he never came back.