"You are so cruel..."
Aofeng, the prince of Longye Palace, on Zhelong Ridge, on the seventh day of the seventh month in the Longcheng calendar, the moment he fell off the cliff, his consciousness gradually faded away.
Xiaocheng was originally called Yuji, and Pan's family was in Yiqiao Town. Pan Bao, the fourth boss of Mu Fang Factory, was waiting anxiously outside the door.
There was a crack of thunder, the sky and the earth collapsed, heavy rain accompanied by a tornado flew down, and Ruoda's yard was flooded by the rain curtain.
"Wow!" A child cried, penetrating the rain curtain and echoing the thunder.
"It's happening, it's happening, Fourth Master, he's a boy!" Aunt Pan next door ran out of the house and said to the anxious Pan Bao.
"Okay! Okay! Let's call such a big thunderstorm Longxing! How is Madam?" Pan Bao asked excitedly.
"It's almost gone. Madam has a difficult delivery and has been bleeding." Aunt Pan said sadly.
The sound of rain stopped and Long Xing's crying stopped abruptly. The day of his arrival was the time of mother's death.
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It was just dawn, and the white color of fish belly appeared in the east. On a bridge beside the village, a thin figure appeared.
He was just a four or five-year-old child, with a dark and shiny complexion that was obviously exposed to the sun. Her round face and short hair look neat, and her simple clothes are clean.
It has been almost five years since Long Xing was born in this world. Since he can remember, Long Xing has never seen his mother. His father has always been with him.
A child that old shouldn't be on the bridge so early. What's strange is that in the quiet village, there are no villagers who have gotten up early, but the child is standing on the bridge, facing the east, his eyes staring closely at the slightly bright white fish belly.
He walked up the bridge and came to the end of Beiqiao Village, on Jigong Ridge.
Xiaocheng is surrounded by water and mountains, with a river and a lake. It is famous for the West Lake and the Qiantang River. There is a poem that says: When the tide comes from Qiantang, the water of the river is black, and Xiaoshan is hunted by the West Lake. When the sun rises, the sea gate is as red as the sea, and thousands of sails come and go from east to west.
Long Xing climbed up Jigong Ridge and looked up at the mountains in the distance. The morning breeze made the trees on the mountains sway and the green waves swayed. He was looking at the distant sky and the wooden fence factory outside the mountain.
Children of the same age in the village like to fool Long Xing, saying that he is born to resist his mother and has evil spirits. In his father's eyes, Long Xing was the brat who took his mother away. After drinking, my father would always scold him angrily.
The brothers and sisters in the same family also secretly ignored and discriminated against Long Xing. The young man felt very aggrieved. He got up early today and went to Jigong Ridge to watch the morning glow in the east. He wanted to find the Dragon Palace in the sky and see if there was a mother in the sky.
My father has been out for several days and has not come back yet. It was from the bridge under Jigong Ridge. Long Xing relied on the help of Aunt Pan next door to take care of him every day.
Long Xing got up very early today, as if he had a premonition in his sleep that something was going to happen.
We arrived at Jigong Ridge early in the morning, staring intently at the east. At this moment, the clouds in the eastern sky revealed a light purple, slightly red halo.
The boy's eyes were wide open and he didn't dare to blink. If he didn't have special eyesight and concentration, he wouldn't be able to see the halo clearly.
A purple halo appeared, only to be covered by the rays of light for just a moment. Long Xing closed his eyes and regained his perspective. I don't know whether it was due to excessive concentration or a halo in his vision. When he looked again, the surrounding scenery became extremely clear, as if the texture of the trees were clear at a glance.
I don't know if it was God's will or a coincidence, but the gleam in Long Xing's eyes was exactly the dragon-shaped shadow he knew in his mind.
It was that halo that opened Long Xing's eyesight, and everything became very clear in his eyes.
It was time to go back. Long Xing looked at the gradually brightening morning sun and let out a heavy breath. If he couldn't wait to see his father again today, Long Xing planned to go out and look for him.
The thin figure had just stood up when suddenly a strong push came from behind. Long Xing's steps were not steady and he slid down Jigong Ridge with a Gulu sound.
The scenery in front of him slid past him like flying catkins, and Long Xing's body fell. In his mind, he felt like he was floating away.
With a click, Long Xing was hung on a big tree branch halfway up the mountain. His weak body hit the branches, and a branch was knocked down by him. Fortunately, he was caught between the thick old poles.
This is a pine tree growing halfway up the mountainside, with its roots rooted in the mountainside. Long Xing was caught on a branch of a tree, dangling, and in danger of falling at any time. If a gust of wind came, he would be swayed left and right by the swaying of the branches.
Although the young Long Xing was panicking in his heart, but stimulated by the pain in his body, he was awake and carefully moved his body to make himself lie down more comfortably.
Fortunately, the body that hurt from the impact was relatively light. It was blocked by the leaves first, buffering the force of the fall, so that the waist would not be broken.
His hand grabbed the branch in time, and his instinct for survival made him hold on to the branch firmly.
Long Xing hung on the branch of the tree. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the surrounding environment. At this moment, a purple light flashed in his eyes, and the surrounding area became extremely clear. The place rooted at the root of the tree was dark. of a piece.
Long Xing looked carefully, and through the covered withered leaves and grass tendons, it seemed that there was a hollow space at the root of the big tree. Long Xing's young heart was excited, and the wind around him seemed to become much gentler.
He moved his body slowly, hugged the tree trunk with both hands, endured the severe pain and slid to the bottom of the tree root. He explored it with his feet first, "It's really empty." Long Xing was delighted.
He firmly grasped the branches on the tree trunk and slowly slid into the hollow at the bottom. The dark hollow was just wrapped in the roots of the big tree, like a spider web.
Long Xing slid into the tree hole and got used to the dark scene. The damp hole was extremely slippery. Long Xing focused his eyesight, and the faint purple light allowed him to see clearly the scene in the tree hole.
Along the roots of the tree, it was slippery and winding, like a snake crawling. Long Xing tried to step on it with his feet. As soon as his hands loosened the roots of the tree, he slid down the cave.
When Long Xing's feet touched the ground, a ray of light came in from the outside. He slowly got up and looked at the bright light. Outside was the river under the bridge.
Long Xing was overjoyed, climbed out of the cave, held the cool river water in his hands, washed the dirt on his body, jumped up, climbed onto the bridge and crossed the bridge railing, and ran back like flying.
"Hey, where did Xiao Longxing go so early? I didn't find you when I got up. If you want to eat, you must tell me when you go out. Don't let me come back and say that I didn't take good care of you."
What greeted Long Xing was a scolding from Aunt Pan next door.
"There is breakfast on the table. Eat it quickly. I can put away the dishes so that I don't run out all day long. If I get lost, I will find me." After saying this, the old woman kicked off her slippers and left.
Long Xing ran to the water tank, took a gourd and a ladle of water, and washed his hands and face.
Looking at the breakfast on the table, a corn cob and a small bowl of porridge. He took a few bites of corn and sipped a few mouthfuls of porridge from the bowl.
He lost his appetite and kept thinking about his alcoholic father.
