He fell asleep in the darkness, gradually losing the concept of time. He didn't know how long he slept. Maybe it was a week, a month, a year, a century, a thousand years, ten thousand years? It might be longer...
In the darkness and silence, Fang Yingxing seemed to have entered a strange world, somewhat similar to his eternal world.
Fang Yingxing murmured, "Is this a dream? Or is it the world in the light gate?"
Gradually, there was a luster around him, and the luster gradually expanded, faster and faster, quickly covering the entire world, and then color appeared.
Fang Yingxing just blinked, and the world was completely different.
He opened his eyes, gradually adapted to the light, and then he could see the surrounding scenery and objects clearly, and he could also hear sounds.
But Fang Yingxing tried it, and it seemed that he couldn't change the world, he could only watch it change. For example, if he touched a tree, it would penetrate directly.
He was standing on a flat piece of land, a place he knew well from having come here often as a child.
Because his mother always brought him here, even if her mother didn't come later, he was still very familiar with the plants and trees here, and he could find the way even if he couldn't see it.
Because it is generally very quiet here, it is natural tranquility, not silence, because there are the chirping of spiritual birds and the rustling of grass and trees. If the vision is closed, the hearing will be more acute and you can hear more subtle sounds. . For example, the sound of small bugs burrowing into the soil, or the slight crash of a small seed falling on hard ground.
In addition, he also likes the fragrance of flowers here, which is sweet, especially when the breeze blows and his hair is blown and fluttering, the fragrance of flowers will hit his face. Just inhaling some can reduce the pain in his heart. bitter.
This place is located on a high mountain, which can be said to be the top of the mountain. Although the altitude is quite high, it seems very warm because there are some fire crystals in the mountain.
This land is not big, but Fang Yingxing liked to call it Mountaintop Paradise when he was a child. He liked to sit here alone.
The most important thing is that because of the high altitude and the fact that this place is not a famous place, generally not many people come here, which allows Fang Yingxing to be quiet for a while.
However, there are always surprises in everything...
Fang Yingxing's eyes slowly moved to a noisy place. There was a little boy wearing tattered clothes, surrounded by many children. He looked about eight or nine years old. His little face looked cute, but it was closed. A pair of eyes never opened. It could be seen that some parts of the boy's skin were fair, but more parts were covered with dust.
At this moment, a child who looked older laughed and kicked the little boy, and polished his shoes with disdain, "What a waste. The Fang family is considered a rich family. How come such a waste came out?" You're still blind when you use Taoist techniques. If it weren't for the fact that you could gather some spiritual power, you wouldn't even be able to acquire the basic offensive techniques and wouldn't be qualified to be a monk!"
The little boy was silent and did not cry. It was obvious that this was not the first time this happened to him.
There was a complex light in Fang Yingxing's eyes, and he could tell at a glance that the little boy was him.
The other children also laughed together and surrounded little Fang Yingxing. One of the boys tore off one of Fang Yingxing's tattered shoes and smiled excitedly, "Such garbage is also called a shoe? I'll throw it away for you." Drop it, Master Fang, haha."
The other children also laughed at Fang Yingxing's jokes.
Xiao Fang Yingxing was silent at first, but now she is pleading, "Please give it back to me. This is what my mother left for me."
The young man smiled coldly, "Your mother? She must have died long ago!"
Xiao Fang Yingxing's childish voice came, "No, my mother just went to the battlefield to find my father, and she will be back soon!" Even though he said this, his voice was still a little trembling.
But the boy ignored him, still sneered, and threw his shoes away.
Then, Xiao Fang Yingxing suddenly stood up and pounced on the boy, because he knew where the boy was when his shoes were snatched just now.
The young man did not expect that Fang Yingxing, who was usually a bit cowardly, would dare to attack him for a pair of broken shoes.
He was caught off guard and was knocked down. What he didn't expect was that this guy was quite thin but very strong. He was unable to break free for a while.
"Give it back to me..." Xiao Fang Yingxing hugged the boy tightly, preventing him from breaking away.
A trace of panic flashed in the young man's eyes, and then there was anger. He immediately called several of his friends to punch and kick Xiao Fang Yingxing.
The area immediately became noisy again, but no matter how the group of children punched and kicked, Xiao Fang Yingxing never made a sound.
When dusk fell, the group of children saw that it was getting late and they were tired of beating this guy, so they left in twos and threes. A few children who didn't take action just shook their heads and went home.
Xiao Fang Yingxing's body was covered with scars and blood was flowing. He lay down for a long time before he gathered some weak strength, stood up slowly, and groped on the grass, hoping to find his shoes.
He fell down several times along the way, but stood up every time and continued to fumble until finally he found the broken shoe.
Dusk falls, and instead of it is the sky full of silver light, falling on the land of this mountain peak, like a thin gauze, draped over the mountain peak.
When he was very young, his mother liked to take him to see the moon at night. Although he couldn't see it, her mother kept telling him about the moon and stars, and about the stars.
At that time, he was very young, but unlike other children, he had very clear memories of those young years. Perhaps it was some small compensation from God for him.
At that time, he most liked to listen to his mother talking about the appearance of the moon and stars. Although his mother spoke clearly and he had related imaginations, he longed to witness those lights with his own eyes.
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Thinking of his mother, the little guy shed tears, which looked like shining pearls under the silver light.
He didn't cry when he was mocked.
He didn't cry when he was covered in wounds.
He did not cry when he fell out of sight.
But now he is crying silently. In fact, he is just a nine-year-old boy...
Slowly, blown by the breeze, he fell asleep. The tight expression on his little face finally relaxed, revealing a peaceful expression belonging to a child of this age.
Because Mom said that the breeze was sent by Mom, and when the wind blew on him, it was Mom who was caressing him...
Fang Yingxing walked gently next to his younger self. He knew that he could only see what happened in the past and that his young self could not feel himself. But he still walked gently, fearing to wake up a child's beautiful dream. .
What is he dreaming about? Fang Yingxing himself had forgotten it, but he knew that if he had this expression, he must be dreaming about his mother...
The starlight was still shining, with the gentleness that belonged only to the night, gently falling on the little boy and covering him with a light quilt.
The breeze blew slowly, wiping away the dust on his body, trying to heal the wounds on his body and blow away his injuries and pain...
