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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.”
He was extremely upset at this age. At this moment, Kankan came to his senses and subconsciously raised his head to look at Mu Xiuxiu's eyebrows. Unexpectedly, there were 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 himself was still the same as he was decades ago, and he had never changed at all.
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 covering 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 you often showed a bright smile at that time, which 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 just 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 icy cold air swept from outside the door, scraping against his face like an extremely sharp and bone-piercing 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.
I don't know how much time passed, but I was leaning on the old wooden couch and fell into a deep sleep. There were still wet tears in the corners of my eyes.
Boom.
Boom.
A very light knock on the door reached my ears, and I suddenly opened my eyes. Only then did I realize that it was already bright outside. The violent storm last night had all dissipated, and the golden and red sunlight was scattered through the window lattice, reflecting the light.
In the depths of his pupils, there was a faint golden light.
Boom.
The knock on the door rang again.
Nian Sui climbed up in a hurry, thinking it was a familiar hunter from down the mountain who occasionally came to exchange prey. He wiped the water stains from the corners of his eyes, stretched out his sleeves and opened the creaking wooden door, and said with a forced smile: "You need to change some
…”
Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly on his lips and could no longer say anything.
The pretty girl stood tall and slim, wearing patched but spotless coarse cloth clothes. The smile in her eyes almost overflowed, and she said crisply: "Brother Nian Sui."
The old man stared at her blankly, all the past memories of decades flooding into his mind, and murmured: "Xiu Xiu..."
Mu Xiuxiu stretched out her sleeves and took his arm, smiling: "What are you doing standing here?"
The delicious fragrance of the girl's hair filled his mouth and nose. He stared blankly at the girl in front of him and murmured: "Didn't you already..."
"What's the matter?" Mu Xiuxiu pulled him out of the wooden house and saw the bustling village. "What nonsense are you talking about? My mother is waiting for the medicine. It's time to collect firewood!"
Hunter Zhou who was on the side stepped forward, stretched out his big thick hand, patted Nian Sui's shoulder hard, and said with a smile: "Let's go, I will take you hunting today, and I will pick up some firewood when I come back."
Nian Niang's heart trembled, and he suddenly turned around, looking through the open wooden door and looking into the wooden house.
Aunt Mu had a kind expression, lying on the old wooden couch, looking at herself and Mu Xiuxiu with a smile.
Years turned around, lowered their eyes and fell silent.
"Brother Nian?!"
Mu Xiuxiu bent down, looking a little worried.
After a few breaths, a cold palm stretched out and took the girl's soft and warm hand.
"You...what...what are you doing!"
Mu Xiuxiu stuttered subconsciously, her crystal clear white ears turning red with embarrassment, but she let him hold her hand and did not break away.
He came a little closer and looked into her clear eyes. Being so close, the flawless fragrance exuded by the girl became even stronger.
"Brother Nian..."
Mu Xiuxiu was blushing with embarrassment, and couldn't help but take a half step back, lowered her head, and avoided his gaze.
Nian Sui let go of his hand, raised his head and smiled at Zhou Orion who looked weird: "Uncle Zhou, let's go."
The pretty girl in coarse cloth stared blankly at the place where she had left her, and did not return to the house for a long time.
…
That night.
In a daze, I dreamed of the same scene again.
It was a dull three-foot long sword. This gray-white long sword was stuck on the dark cliff stone, quiet and silent.
I don't know since when, a clear snow-white light bloomed on the gray-white long sword, and the dark cliff stone was also covered with cracks, and it seemed that it would break apart at any time.
In the endless darkness, Nian Sui looked down at the dim sword under him, with a very strange premonition in his heart.
If you pull out this sword yourself, you can escape from the trapped sea here, ascend to the sky, and go straight into the Qingming Ming.
"But……"
"I don't want to have any more regrets..."
Years of laughter and laughter brought tears to his eyes.
"I was born because of you, but I am different from you. I will never let myself disappear in this world with regrets..."
"I want to live this short life according to my own ideas..."
Nian Nian knelt on the ground and dug into the hard cliff rocks on both sides with his hands, without stopping even until the blood dripped down his face.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally buried the gray-white sword gradually, and no trace of its pale white light could be seen anymore.
There were no nails on his hands, and the bare knuckles were covered with shocking and horrific wounds. Blood trickled down his fingertips, but he never showed any sign of pain.
…
Finally, I woke up from the dream.
The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to stand up and look to his side. Only when he saw the girl sleeping soundly did he let out a long sigh of relief.
Since then, he has never had that weird dream again.
Time is like quicksand scattered between fingers. There is no record of years in the mountains. The years are just like before, carrying water, hunting, chopping firewood, building mountain roads, raising livestock and building wooden houses.
Sleeping in each other's arms with Mu Xiuxiu every night, looking at the peacefully sleeping face of the girl in my arms, is the most peaceful time of my life.
Morning and evening turn, time disappears, Aunt Mu, Zhou Orion, and the people in the village are getting fewer and fewer, and Mu Xiuxiu is also in her seventies.
"Brother Nian..."
With her white hair trembling slightly, Mu Xiuxiu lay on the old man's lap, staring at the old man in front of her, her somewhat cloudy pupils full of nostalgia, "I feel really at ease, every day I am with you,
I don’t have any worries, but I still have some selfish thoughts, because I can’t bear the pain of losing you, so I want to leave this warm world before you, is that okay?”
Nian Nian gently caressed her head, his eyes full of adoration.
Finally, the person in his arms completely lost his life, and he stretched out his old and feeble hands and carried her back to the wooden couch with great difficulty.
Suddenly, I fell into the strange dream of decades ago again.
There was darkness in all directions. On the side of the dark cliffs, a three-foot long sword was stuck on it. The blazing white sword light bloomed through the gaps between the cliffs, even making Nian Sui close his eyes subconsciously.
.
After a few breaths, Nian Sui slowly opened his eyes, and then he realized that at some point beside the long sword, there was a beautiful young man wearing a brocade and blue cloud-woven grosgrain robe.
Nian Sui walked forward, sat on the ground beside the young man, and said with a smile to himself: "As I said before, although I was born because of you, I am not you."
"I will give you all the insights I have gained in this life, and I will no longer owe you anything."
"Thank you for allowing me to truly live this life."
"Although this life is short, I have no regrets."
Nian Sui stood up and looked down at the three-foot sword embedded in the rock.
His hand slowly grasped the hilt of the sword.
Infinite light blooms.
The gray stone shell on the sword body was cracked inch by inch, and the snow-white sword light reflected from the rapidly spreading cracks!
After a few breaths, all the stone shells on the three-foot long sword scattered and flew away. The sword held in Nian Sui's hand was a three-foot long sword as white as frost and snow.
Falling Snow Divine Sword.
Nian Sui held the snow sword and casually held the sword in his arms. Without any hesitation, he inserted it straight into his chest.
Under the twisting of the snow-white sword light, his false soul was shattered inch by inch, leaving no trace in the end.