Chapter 372 If I draw my sword, I will sweep across the sky
Chapter 372 If I draw my sword, I will sweep across the sky
In a daze, he seemed to see a dull three-foot long sword. This gray-white long sword was stuck on the dark cliff stone, quiet and silent.
"This sword..."
Ni Ni suddenly opened his eyes, and his forehead was covered with thin beads of cold sweat.
"Brother Nian Sui! What's wrong with you!?"
Mu Xiuxiu looked worriedly at Nian Sui on the wooden couch, her eyes full of concern.
Nian Sui sat up, shook his dizzy head, looked around, and said, "What happened?"
Mu Xiuxiu grabbed Nian Sui's sleeve and said in a soft voice, "I don't know what my mother said to you. When I entered the house, I saw you fainted on the ground. You fell asleep and didn't wake up until now."
Nian Sui looked at the somewhat dim sky through the window lattice. He couldn't help but pat his head, got off the wooden couch, and said: "Several hours have passed in a flash. I almost forgot that I haven't picked up anything today."
firewood."
"Brother Nian Sui, you need to take a break. I just came back from collecting firewood." Mu Xiuxiu held him down and spoke in a low voice.
With the eyes of the age, Mu Xiuxiu subconsciously retracted her palm and hid it behind her back.
Her white and soft little hands were covered with several bright red blood stains, almost showing signs of scabbing.
Nian Sui saw all this, but did not speak. He just patted Mu Xiuxiu's arm and got off the wooden couch.
"Brother Nian Sui, where are you going?"
The girl's voice came from behind. She gently waved her hand, with a rare expression of confusion, and said: "Xiuxiu, you go take care of Aunt Mu for now. I want to take a walk in the mountains."
Mu Xiuxiu bit her lip and said, "Then you have to be careful. In recent days, there are always huge birds coming and going on the top of the mountain. You must not go up."
"I understand."
…
It's a dream again.
Years passed in the darkness of nothingness. I don’t know how long I walked, and finally I reached the end where there was a shimmering light.
It's still the gray cliff rocks underfoot.
It's still this dull three-foot long sword.
The hilt of the gray-white long sword exuded a pale white light, trembling slightly, as if calling, as if waiting for something.
I don't know why, but it has been gathering dust here, waiting for its owner.
But its owner had already sunk into the bottomless abyss and forgotten it here.
…
Aunt Mu has gone.
A slightly crude wooden coffin, a low earthen bag, and a stone tablet with several small characters engraved on it.
Mu Xiuxiu cried and fainted several times. She was so sad that she fell unconscious and fell ill on the bed.
"Should I cry?"
Ningsui reached out and touched his cheek, there were faint traces of tears.
"Yes, I should cry."
I don't know why, my emotions become weaker and weaker as I age. The once smart, kind, and calm age gradually disappears, and deep in my heart, it is replaced by an overwhelming loneliness and silence.
The thick big hand slapped on Nian Sui's shoulder, which hurt.
Nian Sui turned his head slightly and said, "Uncle Zhou."
Zhou Orion looked at him steadily and said in a deep voice: "You have changed."
His mind was surging, he raised his eyebrows slightly, managed a smile, and said, "How do you say this?"
Orion Zhou pointed at his eyes, as if looking at a stranger, and turned away without saying a word.
…
It’s another cold and lonely moonlit night.
"Brother Niansui, in my memory, you often show a beautiful smile," Mu Xiuxiu put the porridge bowl on the wooden table and looked at him quietly, "In the past few years, you have never had a beautiful smile.
I can’t see you smiling anymore.”
I don't know what I was thinking about. At this moment, Kankan came back to his senses and subconsciously raised his head to look between Mu Xiuxiu's eyebrows. There were already some faint lines there.
The boring life day after day in the mountains even made him forget the passage of time.
In the blink of an eye, twenty years have passed.
The clear and pretty girl back then was already nearly forty years old, but he was still the same as he was decades ago, without any change.
Over the years, people in the village gradually regarded him as a monster and moved away from the mountainside one after another. He and Mu Xiuxiu were the only people in the Orion village back then.
But Mu Xiuxiu never asked these questions, so he didn't say anything.
That night.
Mu Xiuxiu was lying alone on the wooden couch, tightening the thin quilt around her body, and two lines of tears flowed from her eyes.
"Brother Nian Sui, I have liked to pester you since I was a child, not because you were good-looking, but because the bright smile you often showed at that time made me feel at ease and at ease."
"Brother Nian Sui, I don't want to know what you have been through, and I don't want to ask. I only know that you have always been by my side and never left."
"Brother Nian Sui, over the years, I can sense the coldness and loneliness in your heart, and I really want to share some of it with you, but you don't tell me anything, and instead completely close yourself off. I feel really bad and sad.
.”
"Brother Nian..."
The bright white moonlight shone through the window lattice, gently caressing her cheek, as if wiping the tears from her eyes.
…
It's rainy night again.
As the cold wind howled, Nian Sui pushed open the wooden door, placed the bow and arrows on his back and the prey beside the door, took off his soaked fur robe, and called out as usual: "Xiu Xiu, take advantage of the rain just now."
Not big, I shot two lively hares back and stewed them later to replenish your health."
The furnishings in the wooden house were as usual, but the only thing missing was the familiar and gentle voice of agreement.
Nian Sui was startled for a moment, then called out again: "Xiu Xiu."
It was still quiet.
The increasingly fierce storm mixed with the cold air swept from outside the door, scraping against his face like an icy sharp blade.
Bang!
Nian Sui turned around, closed the wooden door hard, pressed his head hard against the door frame, two lines of tears flowed down uncontrollably, and choked up: "Xiu Xiu..."
Three days ago, Mu Xiuxiu passed away at the age of seventy-nine.
It was he who personally held the stone ax and carved her stone tablet one stroke at a time.
Leaning weakly under the door frame, he stared blankly at the heavy rain outside the window lattice. He actually thought of the heavy rain seventy years ago, and of the weak little wolf monster who called himself the "Blue Wolf King"
.
The memories of the past flowed by one by one, as clear as if they had just happened.
In an instant, it felt like a world away.
…
"What secrets are hidden in my body? Who am I?"
Niansui stood up and opened the wooden door in front of him. The cold rain hit his face, making him unable to open his eyes.
This time, he did not hesitate, but walked into the pouring rain without looking back.
Although the door of the house was wide open, there was still some warmth left in the wooden house. It was the dim fire that Mu Xiuxiu had added with her own hands three days ago and has not been extinguished to this day.
I don’t know how much time passed, but this dilapidated wooden house gradually began to decay over time.