…
Squeak.
Nian Nian reached out to push open the wooden door, and a dazzling ray of sunlight shone down, causing him to subconsciously squint his eyes.
"Are you feeling better?"
The woman with a kind expression turned her head, but kept putting a thick dry firewood into the stove. White steam was rising from the large iron pot on the stove.
"Aunt Mu, when I woke up, the injury on my chest was much better. I just slept for a long time."
Nian Sui walked quickly to the woman's side, squatted down, helped add dry firewood to the stove, and said with a smile: "Aunt Mu, thanks to the pot of ginseng porridge you cooked the night before, otherwise I wouldn't have recovered. So quick."
The girl who was playing on the side of the stove raised her head and said crisply: "Of course, my mother picked those wild ginseng plants from the depths of the canyon the day before. She has been reluctant to eat them. If she hadn't seen that your injury was too serious, …”
Nian Sui walked forward, looked down at the girl, reached out and ruffled her hair, and said with a smile: "Thank you."
I have lived on this mountain for several days, and I have visited this small village on the mountainside.
There are seven families with more than 20 people.
The untransformed dark green wolf demon placed its years under the wide eaves of Aunt Mu's wooden house and left here quietly. It was the girl who heard the noise and urged Aunt Mu to open the door despite the wind and rain, and worked hard to open the door. He changed into clean clothes and warmed himself by the fire for a day and a night, and then he was able to revive his dying age.
There were no ghosts in the "ghost rain", and the rain became smaller and smaller, and gradually stopped the night before. This village is located on a mountainside with a height of 100 feet, and many hunters have prepared dry firewood in the yard in advance. After moving into the house, we were hardly affected by the heavy rain.
Aunt Mu picked up a piece of dry firewood and put it on the stove, and said with a smile: "Fortunately, there was some firewood left over from the past few days, otherwise we wouldn't even be able to light the fire at this time."
He let the girl play around him when he was young. When he heard Aunt Mu's words, he responded and occasionally laughed in agreement.
…
It's night, the moon is shining brightly, and the stars in the sky are bright.
Nian Sui sat alone on a rock on the edge of the cliff, looking at the mountains in the mist through the clear moonlight.
"I always dream about a strange sword, which is quietly inserted into the rocks at the end of the world, as if waiting for something."
As footsteps approached, a strong big hand patted Nian Sui's shoulder, making him grimace in pain.
"The night wind is cold, your body is so weak, why don't you go to bed quickly?"
Nian Sui turned his head with a grin, gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle Zhou, you hurt me by slapping me."
The tall hunter finally came to his senses, hurriedly took back his hand, scratched his head in embarrassment, and said with a smile: "I usually do all the hard work of opening a bow and drawing arrows. I forgot to stop my strength for a while. My fault."
"I'm not dead yet." Nian Sui stretched out his hand to rub his thin shoulders and jumped off the rock. "I'm a little bored in the house. Come out for a walk."
The tall Orion nodded and said: "The Mu family has lost its head a few years ago. Now that she is alone, it is not easy to raise little Xiuxiu alone. Now that you are living here, you have forgotten what happened before. Why don't you take her as your root, accept her as your godmother, and go hunting with us in the mountains from now on, it will also be considered as a pillar of support for the Mu family."
Nian Niang was stunned, his eyes hesitated, and said: "Uncle Zhou, I..."
Uncle Zhou's expression darkened, and he was obviously a little worried, and said, "What's going on?"
Nian Sui smiled bitterly and said: "With Uncle Zhou going down to the mountain to hunt, I have nothing to do here. Aunt Mu saved my life, so I should repay you, but I still don't know where my biological parents are. If I recognized my godmother for nothing, I’m afraid it’s a bit abrupt.”
The cold wind blew by, raising the dark hair on the fair forehead.
Zhou Orion looked away from his old face, sighed, and said: "I have known for a long time that with your appearance and temperament, you are definitely not the son of an Orion who grew up in the mountains. I see that you speak in a logical and orderly manner, and you are very polite. , accepting the wife of the Mu family as your godmother is indeed a bit unfair to you."
"Uncle Zhou, I have absolutely no intention of being aggrieved," Nian Sui turned his head and said sternly, "From now on, I will be hunting and chopping firewood to support Aunt Mu's family of orphans and widows. However, my biological parents are not yet known. This matter of my godmother, I'm sorry I can't agree because of my age."
Zhou Orion patted Nian Sui's shoulder, said nothing, turned and walked towards the village.
…
Time is scattered between the fingers like quicksand, and there is no age in the mountains.
Carrying water, hunting, chopping wood.
Build mountain roads, raise livestock, and build wooden houses.
As he gets older, he becomes more and more like a real hunter, and his restless mood gradually calms down, falling into tranquility and silence.
…
"Brother Nian Sui, is the medicine ready?"
Mu Xiuxiu opened the shabby door curtain and said crisply toward the outside.
"It has been cooked for a long time, and it was a little hot just now. I left it here to dry for a while, and then I brought it over."
Nian Sui took a rag and put it on his hand, picked up the large porcelain bowl that still had some residual heat on the side of the stove, and walked slowly towards the wooden house.
On the old wooden couch, an elderly woman was lying. Seeing the age coming in, the woman slowly opened her eyes, forced herself to sit up, and stretched out her wrinkled hands to hold the porcelain. Wan, said: "Since I fell ill, you have been taking care of everything at home, which makes you a little tired."
When she drank the medicine, she took the porcelain bowl and handed it to Mu Xiuxiu. She rubbed the girl's head lovingly, smiled sideways at the woman and said, "Aunt Mu, it's just a few things, not insignificant."
At this time, he did not notice that as his slender fingers touched Mu Xiuxiu's forehead, the girl had already blushed with embarrassment, and her crystal-clear white ears turned red with embarrassment.
Aunt Mu glanced at her daughter, with a smile in her eyes, and said, "I'm still worried about one thing."
The age seemed to have something, and he turned around to look. Only then did he notice Mu Xiuxiu's strange behavior, and subconsciously retracted his fingers.
Only then did he realize that after a few years, Mu Xiuxiu was no longer the girl playing around him, but had long since matured into a graceful little girl.
Aunt Mu lay back on the couch, let out a long sigh, and said: "Since the head of the family disappeared, I have been living as a widow with Xiuxiu for many years. If it weren't for the help of the neighbors in the village, I would have died of hunger long ago. Now I am bedridden, and I will die of hunger at any time. They may all pass away, but the only one I can’t worry about is my daughter.”
Mu Xiuxiu seemed to have thought about what Aunt Mu would say, and couldn't help but become more shy. She felt like a deer in her heart. She glanced at the age secretly, and then left the house directly with the porcelain bowl.
Aunt Mu grabbed Nian Sui's hand and whispered: "If I go, Xiu Xiu will become a helpless child. You..."
Nian Sui looked down at Aunt Mu and said, "Aunt Mu, don't worry."
"What I mean is," Aunt Mu shook her head, "I want you to marry her."
Nian Sui stared blankly at the kind and kind old face of the woman. Suddenly, there was a sharp and bone-piercing pain between his eyebrows, making the scene in front of him gradually become blurry.
