The woman looked at the deep gash in her mother's neck in shock. Even her seven-year-old brother had been decapitated. His head had rolled away. There was blood on the ground. The stove had just been set on fire for cooking, and the water had just boiled.
They happened to meet up in the forest to talk about love, and they narrowly escaped.
Sister Jian didn't know whether to be frightened or sad. Looking at the still warm corpses on the ground, she became colder faster than the dead people.
They didn't have a chance to ask why, why the disaster suddenly happened.
"Nie Liang..." She whispered the man's name to make sure he was still around.
She felt a warm hand wrap around hers, and the weight in her heart seemed to lighten instantly.
Nie Liang calmly walked to the corner of the room, took out a sack, and packed some dry food, rapeseed, grain seeds, and oil. He also didn't forget the flint and knives.
He put the things on his shoulders: "Sister Jian, let's go."
"where to?"
"Anywhere is fine. This is no place for strangers to live."
If the government finds out that there are still people alive here, they might send people to eliminate them again.
Maybe someone will be sent to reorganize the fields and move in new residents.
No one can say for sure.
Nie Liang grabbed Jian Mei's hand and hurriedly ran into the forest.
They walked as fast as they could.
Sister Jian is used to working in the fields, and her feet are very good at running.
The two of them walked in tandem, sometimes faster and sometimes slower, until the sun's shadow turned to the west, and then they dared to take a breath.
Once you relax, grief will have time to emerge.
They cried loudly by the stream.
The empty mountain stream was invaded by loud cries, and the clear flowing water couldn't help but add a bit of sadness.
The mountain stream was soon covered with a layer of darkness, and night had come.
They were tired from crying, and their bodies felt limp from too much grief, so they had no choice but to fall asleep.
Accompanying them were only the sound of gurgling water and the cries of night owls that came from time to time at night.
The mountain stream is so peaceful.
When the stars in the sky had rotated for nearly half a circle, the sound of insects in the mountain stream and the crows of night owls suddenly became silent, and the dew began to find a place to condense.
Nie Liang was awakened by the cold dew.
His clothes were already stained with morning dew, and his clogged pores felt uncomfortable.
He opened his eyes, and the drunken morning light shone into his eyes, just like every morning.
Nie Liang muttered in his mind: "Go to work..." He was still wondering, where is the smell of rice in the morning on weekdays? Isn’t it possible that mother hasn’t gotten up yet?
He woke up suddenly and remembered what happened yesterday.
Everything is different.
His life has undergone tremendous changes.
The people he was familiar with were gradually being corrupted at the moment.
He cannot go back to the place he is familiar with.
He turned around and saw Sister Jian.
Sister Jian was sleeping with her body hunched over, shivering from the cold.
A dazzling morning light shone on her body, arousing a hint of girlish charm.
Nie Liang couldn't help but be moved.
He opened his arms, hugged Sister Jian, and passed on his body temperature to her.
Sister Jian seemed to be asleep and woke up, twisting her body.
Nie Liang was stunned and couldn't help but put his lips to hers.
At this moment, he activated countless thoughts that he had had in the past.
For some reason, Sister Jian did not refuse this time.
Their high spirits frightened Dew, driving away none of Dew's chill.
Before the sun even warms the surrounding air, they have already warmed the land.
The morning in the mountain stream has sounds that have never been heard before, intertwined with desire, joy and pain, injecting endless vitality before the earth wakes up.
When the sun completely shone on this mountain stream, the lingering calm returned to the green grass beside the stream.
Nie Liang's sweat dripped on Jian Mei's fair skin, and then slid down the grass blades.
Jian Mei half-closed her eyes and hugged him tightly, listening to his gasping after excitement.
A new day has come.
She thought so.
She looked up at the gently fluttering clouds, feeling empty in her heart.
After a while, she slowly sat up, brushed off the grass and dirt on her body, dragged a piece of clothing, and walked towards the incredibly clear stream.
If it weren't for the flowing water, it would be so transparent that it would look like nothing.
She stepped into the water, washing her lower body and letting the cold water cover up her pain, while looking at the scenery around her.
It is surrounded by rocks on all sides.
A thin waterfall rolled down the small rock mountain and rushed into the small pool, becoming the source of the stream.
This place, isolated by the hills, was covered with all kinds of vegetation and flowers. The only sound that penetrated my ears was the sound of water, not even the sound of wind.
Sister Jian took a breath of cool air and smiled with satisfaction.
Nie Liangzheng sat up and looked at her smooth body longingly.
"Hello Nie Liang."
"Huh."
"How can you pick me up if you don't have food or shelter?"
"That's easy to handle," Nie Liang said with a smile, "I'll build a house right now."
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Song Dynasty, the seventh year of Zhenghe, Xia.
The beggars in Jiangning Mansion issued an order to search for a Taoist priest named "Yun Kong".
Yunkong seemed to have disappeared from the ground, and no beggar saw him again.
There are so many beggars in the world, they are the best informers when looking for people, but Yun Kong can't escape their gaze. What's the point?
It doesn't make sense.
The cloud sky has indeed disappeared.
Early that morning, after being attacked by Ban Chengzi, he lay dying on the street.
He was seen by a beggar and was taken to the divine fortune teller Zhang Tieqiao. Unexpectedly, Zhang Tieqiao died tragically at home.
Yunkong, who was seriously injured, frightened and almost exhausted, fled to the street and fell to the ground again. At this time, the news of Zhang Tieqiao's violent death had not yet reached the ears of Jiangning Tuantou...
After a while, he vaguely felt someone lifting him up.
In his haze, he glanced at the man and recognized him as Chi Chengzi.
Although the light in the morning was not very abundant, it was not difficult to recognize Chi Chengzi's ghostly face.
Without saying a word, Chi Chengzi quickly brought Yunkong to the corner of the alley, adjusted his breathing for a while, and then gently patted his back: "Yunkong, can you hear me?"
Yun Kong nodded weakly.
"Don't talk for a while."
Chi Chengzi turned Yun Kong over and carried his whole body behind him.
When he came to the city gate, he hesitated to the gatekeeper, saying that he had a patient on his back and wanted to carry him to the doctor in the suburbs.
In this way, the two of them left Jiangning Mansion and walked all the way to the outskirts of the city.
Chi Chengzi walked aimlessly. He was annoyed that all the books handed down by his master had been stolen by his junior brother Ban Chengzi. He didn't know what to do for a while.
He blamed himself for being too careless and actually underestimated Han Chengzi before he had the opportunity to attack, which made him dizzy for a while.
Master doesn’t know what he wrote in the book, but it would be bad if he was taught by an unqualified person to harm others.
It should be handled as before.
─Burned.
He was very confused in his heart, but the little Zhou Tian in his body had been activated by the master, and his strength doubled, and he didn't feel that Yun Kong was heavy on his back.
He remembered that it was time to heal Yun Kong's injuries.
Chi Chengzi looked around, trying to find a good place to put Yunkong down.
His eyes were suddenly stunned by the scenery in front of him.
Such beautiful mountains and beautiful water!
Mountains rose up in front of our eyes, surrounding a vast expanse of green.
The trees were of different heights, leaving a piece of grassland in front of the creek, with clusters of gorgeous wild flowers growing there.
The stream flows slowly, and the sound of the water is like charming heavenly music, beating out a refreshing and heart-melting rhythm.
And it's cool here.
"It's summer now," Chichengzi didn't forget, "it's hot summer."
When he stepped out of the city gate just now, even though it was only early morning, the wind blowing had an annoying suffocation.
But it's really cool here.
Is it because of the mountains? Water?
He walked while admiring it, listening to the subtle sounds of birds in his ears, feeling calm in his heart.
"Yunkong, can you smell it?"
"Well..." Yun Kong responded uncomfortably. The internal injuries he suffered made him always feel his stomach turning.
"It's very comfortable here."
"Well……"
"I have never seen such a beautiful place."
"Well……"
"It turns out that people in the Tang Dynasty chanted many poems about mountains and rivers, and they turned out to be so beautiful."
"Well..." Yun Kong, who was carried on his back, wanted to curse.
He took a weak breath, unable to curse, so he had to give up.
"Hey, there's a house over there." Chi Chengzi quickened his pace.
The house is in a small open space and is crudely built with grass, trees and mud. The mud that forms the walls is mixed with hay and flower petals.
Chi Chengzi put Yunkong down and asked him to sit in the corner of the room, then he poked his head into the room to take a look.
"Excuse me," he said with rare courtesy, "there are patients outside..."
He paused.
There is a person in the house.
The reason he paused was not because there was anyone in the room.
