"Hey, isn't this Qingyun? I haven't seen you for a while. Where have you been?"
The speaker was a dark-skinned young man, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a muscular body and a muscular body that was no weaker than that of an adult.
"Where can I go? I can't just stay in the mountains and do nothing all day long, just reading and writing. How can I be like you, Tie Zhu, who is in such good health and can go out of the village to the town to learn a craft to earn money and honor my parents? Right?" Okay, how are your blacksmithing lessons going?"
The young man named Qingyun replied with some envy. Tie Zhu smiled, with a great pride on his face, and said with a smile:
"Haha, can't you tell, our little bamboo pole is so elegant! Look, you are as thin as a girl. Are you planning to go out to the mountains someday, get the top score in the exam and come back to honor your ancestors, haha!
Immediately, Tie Zhu became jealous of Qing Yun, pretended to sigh, and said with a wry smile:
"Hey, I'm just an apprentice now. It's too early for me to be able to become my own master! You are much smarter than me. If it weren't for your thin body, you would definitely be a good candidate for learning martial arts. No matter how bad you are, you are better than me learning to blacksmith!"
Naturally, the small bamboo pole in Tiezhu's mouth was the handsome young man in front of the rising sun, named Qingyun. The two met at the entrance of the village and entered the village having a fight.
The village is small, named Liangren. It is sandwiched between two peaks called Yiren Mountain and Banren Mountain. It is about 20 miles away from the nearest Gufeng Town. It is neither close nor far. It is Gufeng Town. Surrounded by an ordinary mountain village.
Tie Zhu is Qing Yun's eldest child. He is sixteen this year, one year older than him. He has grown black and strong since he was a child. It is said that he weighed nine kilograms when he was born. His nickname is Jiu Jin, also known as Xiao Jiu.
However, he doesn't like others to call him this nickname, because the little girl in the village, Yan Nanzhi, always laughs at him for being a fat guy, saying that he is not as elegant as Qingyun, although he does not understand what the word "elegant" means.
Anyway, after hearing what Nanzhi said, he was motivated to lose weight, but he was severely scolded by his parents.
Before he could say a few words, Tie Zhu hugged the thin Qingyun and said with all his strength:
"Xiao Zhugan, you haven't seen your big brother for a long time! Does he not want you anymore? Let me tell you, if he really doesn't want you anymore, you can accept me as your big brother and hang out with me. I guarantee that you will be able to enjoy spicy food and be as strong as me in the future. Look at you being sick all day long, and it seems like you can’t eat well!”
After hearing this, Qingyun frowned, with a slightly sullen expression on his face. He also wanted to break away from Tie Zhu's strong arm, but it was obvious that this was in vain, so he had to protest:
"He is my father, not my brother! How many times have I told you!"
Tie Zhu rolled his eyes at him angrily, held Qing Yun under his arm, and walked towards the village, not saying anything as he walked:
"You are talking nonsense again. There is no father who is only a few years older than the child. Your brother looks to be in his early twenties at most, not even older than my brother. He must have picked you up! Besides, Liangshan Old Man It seems that your brother is called Mr. Yi and you are called Qingyun. How can there be a son who doesn’t have my last name? Don’t blame me for speaking harshly. My pretty-faced brother is unreliable. Look at my brother, he is tall and strong and darker than me! But! Well, he treats me better than my father! When I got into trouble when I was a child, he was the one who took the beating for me..."
Before Tiezhu could finish chirping, Qingyun kicked him hard, let go while he was in pain, and ran towards the village. He thought to himself that Tiezhu didn't know what illness he had committed today, so why did he want to stop him? How about being your own little brother?
In fact, Qingyun was still feeling very disappointed when he was running wildly, because he had lived alone with his parents on this isolated Yiren Mountain for as long as he could remember. From their cabin to the Liangren Village at the foot of the mountain, it took nearly An hour of mountain road. His mother passed away when he was seven years old, and he has lived with his father on the mountain for eight years now.
His father only allowed him to go down the mountain three times a month. He had to go to his grandfather's house in Liangshan to learn how to read and write, and the time was not allowed to pass after You hour. Sometimes his father would not allow him to go down the mountain for no reason for several months, which made him nervous. Pee has always felt very lonely.
What makes him even more confused is that since he met his friends in the village and learned that the child will have his father's surname, why is his name Qingyun instead of Yiyun or Yi Qingyun?
Aren’t you the biological child of your parents? Is it really like what Tiezhu said about a wild doll that was picked up without a father or a mother?
Because of this matter, Qingyun had an argument with his father for the first and only time when he was a child. He was very sad because his father always turned his back to him and remained silent.
My mother was no longer here at this time, and I had nowhere to express my confusion and sadness, while my father always looked into the distance with a cold face.
He clearly felt tears swirling in his eyes, and then the warm liquid flowed down his cheeks, slowly getting colder, and then slowly disappearing, from choking at the beginning, to wailing later, and then to Later, the crying gradually became weaker, and finally he closed his eyes and lost consciousness little by little in the darkness.
He remembers that time in the dark, he seemed to see his mother who had passed away more than a year ago. It seemed that when her body would become very cold every few days, her mother's warm hands would be placed on his heart, feeling like someone was caring for her. a feeling of. It seems that he heard his mother calling him Xiaoyun'er again when she went down the mountain to pick him up at the village gate, holding his little hand and walking through the long mountain road.
My mother seemed to be surrounded by countless lights. Every time I went back to the mountains with her, the mountain road was never scary or long.
Unlike his father, he never picked him up or dropped him off.
"Yun'er, Yun'er!"
The familiar voice came to his ears, and Xiao Qingyun slowly woke up.
"Mother, is it you, mother? Don't go, mother. Xiaoyun'er is so cold. Xiaoyun'er is afraid of walking on the mountain road alone! Mother"
As he spoke, Xiao Qingyun's eyes were still closed tightly, and tears overflowed uncontrollably. But when he forced himself to open his eyes, what he saw was his father's cold face.
"Go away, I don't want you, you are not my father, I want my mother, I want to find my mother, I want to find my father! Mother, I'm so cold, mother!"
Xiao Qingyun cried and slapped his father's arm in an attempt to force him to take away the big warm hand on his forehead, but no matter how hard he tried, it was to no avail.
"Stop crying, be silent."
His father's words sounded harsh, but he was so gentle when he said them. Xiao Qingyun had never seen his father look so gentle.
For some reason, he immediately calmed down after hearing his father's words. Then, Xiao Qingyun saw a white light suddenly appear in his father's hand. It was bright but not dazzling. Then his father asked him to close his eyes, and then gently stroked his chest with his hand, finally staying at the position of his heart.
Gradually, Qingyun felt that her body began to warm up, just like when her mother was still there. As soon as she said that she was feeling cold, she would immediately touch her chest with her hands, and after a while she was no longer cold. .
But since her mother was gone, if she was very cold, her father would never help her warm herself like this. Instead, he would force her to push through, telling herself that she would die if she couldn't push through.
He didn't know what death meant at that time, but he only vaguely knew that maybe he would be able to see his mother after death, right?
But he doesn't want to die, because if he dies too, his father will be the only one left to live alone in the world. He can go to see his mother. What will happen to his father? I can't leave my father alone!
This is his belief in getting through every time.
"Open your eyes."
After a while, my father said softly.
Xiao Qingyun slowly opened his eyes and found that his father was sitting beside his bed with a tired look on his face. His whole white clothes were soaked, and his bright eyes in the past had become much dimmer, and even his long black hair had become dull. He became a little gray, as if he was seriously ill, and his face was even uglier than his own.
"Daddy, what's wrong with you? Are you sick? Is it Yun'er's illness that makes you like this? Daddy, are you okay, daddy!"
Xiao Qingyun immediately sat up, threw himself into his father's arms, and burst into tears.
"Daddy, it's okay. Get dressed quickly, Yun'er, don't get cold."
The father cheered up, put Xiao Qingyun on the bed, and put on his clothes.
To this day, he still vaguely remembers that it was the first time his father dressed him. After Xiao Qingyun was able to get out of bed on his own, his father stood with his hands behind his back again, standing silently outside the house.
The cool mountain breeze blew his father's long hair, and he felt that his father's figure seemed a little strange.
Like a child who knew he had made a mistake, Xiao Qingyun didn't know what to say. After a while, he only heard his father speak softly, his voice full of exhaustion:
"The name is just a code name. The past is gone. Even if my father never tells you that my name is Yi Qing, wouldn't you always call me daddy? Didn't I always call you Yun'er? In this world, names will change. Some things never change."
"What is daddy talking about? Yun'er can't understand it. So am I the biological child of daddy and mother?"
Xiao Qingyun asked timidly, his tone full of expectation. The young man named Yi Qing also adjusted his mood and said firmly:
"certainly."
"Oh~ I am the biological child of father and mother~"
After listening to Yi Qing's words, Xiao Qingyun jumped up happily for a moment. However, with a call as clear and clear as an oriole, Qingyun's thoughts that were drifting away were brought back by this gentle voice. Reality.
"Brother Xiaoyun~Brother Xiaoyun~"
What caught Qingyun's eyes was a little girl with twin ponytails. She was about the same age as him. Although she didn't wear makeup, her pretty face didn't need these vulgar things to decorate it. She was like a piece of uncarved jade, completely natural. .
The girl was wearing a long dark green dress, with the skirt swaying up and down as she ran. She seemed to have stepped out of a poem or painting, and she resembled her name very lightly.
Yan Nanzhi.
