What appeared in front of everyone was a giant wolf that was one foot long. This giant wolf had scarlet eyes, saliva was dripping from its mouth, and it was breathing heavily from its mouth and nose. The smell was even worse than the smell of blood on the ground.
Be thick.
The leading hunter exclaimed: "Red-eyed wolf! Damn it, we've been tricked!"
Having said that, the four men holding hard bows shot out arrows instantly.
The giant wolf turned its head and dodged the two arrows shot at its eyes. The remaining two long arrows landed on the giant wolf, only damaging its fur. The giant wolf shook its body, and the arrows fell to the ground.
The attacks from these people had no effect at all on this behemoth. In addition, it was obvious at first glance that this wolf was very different from the ordinary ones. The ordinary ones were estimated to be only a quarter of its size, but the one in front of me was
The size is a bit too big.
The wolf's big scarlet eyes looked at the people in front of him, revealing a cruel and bloodthirsty light. On the huge wolf's face, there was a sarcastic expression that could only be seen by humans.
Zhang Sui saw the look on the giant wolf's face, and the look in the giant wolf's eyes clearly showed that he was enlightened.
Zhang Sui couldn't help but feel a little speechless. Can the new students handle this thing? If you don't pee your pants when encountering something like this, it's not surprising. It's not surprising that you fainted on the spot.
You must know that it is impossible for ordinary people to stay awake in this kind of illusion, and it feels completely like reality.
Zhang Sui was a little worried. What if this kind of test left a psychological shadow on those little friends?
The leading hunter roared: "Spread out and escape, one by one if you can, go! Go! Go!"
After saying that, with a long sword in one hand and a short sword in the other, he ran straight towards the giant wolf regardless of his own safety, buying time for the remaining clan members.
Although Zhang Sui knew this was an illusion, he was still a little moved by the scene before him.
The leader looked like he still had some kung fu, and the long knife in his hand actually exuded a strong energy. Although it was not as good as spiritual power, he should be considered a master in the martial arts world.
I saw him running up to the giant wolf, using an underground sword technique, and the long knife in his hand went straight towards the front paw of the giant wolf.
The giant wolf showed disdain in its eyes and pounced, knocking the leader two feet away. He vomited blood and fell to the ground.
The remaining people knew that they were outmatched, and when they saw that their leader was seriously injured, they let out a cry of grief and scattered away.
The big man with a scar face pushed Zhang Sui and said, "Run away, I'll help you drag him away."
After saying that, he held the long blade and walked straight towards the wolf. The wolf was slowly walking towards the leader, opening its bloody mouth, ready to bite off his head.
Zhang Sui couldn't stand it any longer. If this was not done correctly, it would be a psychological shadow. He threw the short ax in his hand and hit the wolf in the head.
The wolf's figure paused, then turned into particles of light and disappeared into the void.
The seriously injured leader and the scarred-faced man who ran over turned around and looked at Zhang Sui in shock. Then they turned into points of light together with the surrounding environment.
Mr. Meng's angry voice rang in his ears: "If you use this method to walk this section, why go to all the trouble? You can just fly up!"
Zhang Sui looked at the stairs and climbed another two hundred steps.
Zhang Sui smiled and said, "Has Mr. Meng never thought about whether this kind of test is feasible?"
Mr. Meng's voice sounded: "You have only experienced the beginning, the follow-up is the most important. Forget it, I am too lazy to tell you, a barbarian. If you still use this method to pass the level later, then I suggest you come up now!"
Zhang Sui said quickly: "Mr. Meng, please don't be angry. I will never use brute force behind you. Is this okay?"
Mr. Meng snorted and said no more.
Zhang Sui continued to move forward.
This time, Zhang Sui seemed to be awakened from his dream by the sound of thunder and lightning.
Zhang Sui opened his eyes, and what he saw was the very familiar ward. A familiar figure was pushing the door in with a warm kettle.
Looking at the face that made Zhang Sui think about it day and night, Zhang Sui couldn't help but burst into tears. He opened his mouth and whispered softly: "Mom!"
Hearing the sound, the figure quickly put down the kettle in his hand, walked quickly to Zhang Sui, held his hand, and asked with concern: "Mom, are you feeling uncomfortable here? Let me turn you over!"
Zhang Sui shook his head gently, but looked at the gray-haired woman in front of him, tears slowly falling from the corners of his eyes.
Seeing his appearance, Zhang Sui's mother tightened her hold on his hand, gently wiped his tears with her other hand, and comforted him softly: "Son, don't be afraid, you will get better, and your mother will be by your side."
Always with you!"
Zhang Sui smiled and nodded, but tears kept flowing out of the corners of his eyes. He said: "I know, mom. I will get better. I promised to accompany you to the capital, to Western Xinjiang, and to the South China Sea. This time I
You must do what you say!”
When Zhang Sui's mother heard this, she turned her head away and her shoulders couldn't help but twitch slightly.
After a while, he wiped his eyes with his sleeve, turned around and looked at Zhang Sui with red eyes, and said, "When you get better, take mom over there!"
Zhang Sui looked at her and nodded gently.
At two o'clock in the night, Zhang Sui got up from the bed, took off all the instruments on his body, came to his sleeping mother, looked at her mother's slightly frowning brow, and gently tucked her into bed.
Turning around and coming to the window, Zhang Sui looked down at the drizzly sky, and seemed to be able to hear the faint sound of thunder. Looking at this familiar world, Zhang Sui felt very emotional.
In this world, Zhang Sui left too many regrets, for his parents, for his friends, and for everyone who cared about him.
Although he knew that everything in front of him was an illusion, so what?
Before six o'clock the next day, Zhang Sui's mother woke up from her dream, stood up suddenly and looked at Zhang Sui in the next bed.
Zhang Sui was half lying on the bed at this time, looking at his mother who woke up from her dream, with a smile on his face. He shouted clearly: "Mom, are you awake?"
Zhang Sui's mother breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and got out of bed and said, "I had a strange dream. I'm going to wash up first and get you something to eat in a while."
He put on his shoes, picked up the washbasin towel and walked to the door. Just as he held the handle, he suddenly froze.
Zhang Sui's mother turned around suddenly, looked at Zhang Sui on the bed with a look of disbelief on her face, and said in a trembling voice: "Am I dreaming? Can you sit up on your own and speak clearly?! This must be a dream, I really hope
Don’t wake up!”
Zhang Sui looked at his mother with a smile and said, "Mom, come here and let me twist it, and you will know if this is a dream!"
Zhang Sui's mother walked towards Zhang Sui tremblingly. Zhang Sui stroked the wrinkles on his mother's face and whispered: "Do you think this is a dream?"
Zhang Sui's mother hugged Zhang Sui and burst into tears. Her cries were full of sadness, fear, and disbelief.
Zhang Sui hugged his mother and let her tears wet his shoulders.
Zhang Sui secretly sighed in his heart, he didn't know what the principle of Mr. Meng's illusion was. At this moment, Zhang Sui felt that if this kind of thing really happened in reality, his mother's emotions would definitely be the same as before.
The mother's cries also attracted the doctors and nurses outside. They knew the condition of the patients in this room. When they heard the cries, they thought Zhang Sui's life had come to an end, and secretly lamented Zhang Sui's age.
But the scene in front of them was completely beyond everyone's expectations. Zhang Sui's situation at this time was completely beyond their imagination.
Zhang Sui comforted his mother softly. Her mother had just poured out all the sadness accumulated in her heart, and her mood became much calmer at this time.
Zhang Sui said to her: "Mom, are you sure you don't want to inform dad?"
When the mother heard this, she quickly wiped her face and said happily: "I'll call your dad right now to tell him the good news!"
A group of doctors also gathered around at this time. Looking at Zhang Sui who was half lying on the bed, seeing that he had removed all the medical patches on his body, the attending doctor frowned and said, "What's going on? How do you turn off all the medical devices?"
Lost it?"
Zhang Sui smiled and said: "I had a dream last night. An old god said that my life was not over yet and asked me to come back and live happily for a few more years. When I wake up, I will feel much better."
Of course the doctor didn't believe what he said and came over with various instruments to examine his body.
The mother's roar came from the door: "Old man, you have lost your mind and gone crazy. Come and see our son. He is really much better. Forget it, I am too lazy to tell you. I am going to stay with him."
I immediately hung up the phone.
Zhang Sui heard the conversation between his mother and his father, such a familiar daily routine.
But in this case, what his mother said inevitably made his father have other ideas, and he was probably rushing here in a hurry at this time.
The doctor performed a series of examinations on Zhang Sui and found that there was really nothing serious wrong with his body. Now even the doctor was confused.
Zhang Sui didn't want to stay in the hospital any longer, so he asked his mother to go directly to the hospital for discharge.
The mother was still a little hesitant. Yesterday her son was lying in bed unable to move, but today he seems to be jumping around. This is really beyond imagination.
But no matter what, this situation is better than the previous days.
The mother nodded in agreement and prepared to go through the discharge procedures.
At this time, Zhang Sui's father hurried over. When he saw his son sitting on the bed and looking at him with a smile on his face, he was stunned. His tears seemed to burst from the dam, and he stepped forward and gave Zhang Sui a hard blow.
A hug, the first thing he said was: "You stupid boy, I am not dreaming!"
Zhang Sui patted his father on the back and sighed: "I am dreaming, but this dream is too real, like reality!"
Father didn't know what he meant, but it didn't matter.
Although Zhang Sui's attending doctor was reluctant to let him leave the hospital like this, he still wanted to stay for observation.
But Zhang Sui had no choice but to decide to leave, and his parents felt that the hospital seemed a bit unreliable, so the family packed up and returned home.
Originally, Zhang Sui wanted to pretend to show that he had just recovered from a long illness, but in the end, after thinking about it, he felt that it was not necessary.
Zhang Sui remembered the book he had borrowed from the library director and asked his parents, who both looked puzzled.
I called the curator to ask, and the curator even said that he had never heard of the book "Ping Yao Zhuan". Finally, he hung up the phone. Zhang was silent for a long time, and finally sighed.
After returning home, except for the first day when the house was relatively quiet, for the next half month, the house was full of guests, all of whom came to visit Zhang Sui.
In addition to his former colleagues, there are also some relatives of his own, and there are many whom Zhang Sui has never met. My mother said that they are all business friends.
Zhang Sui thought about it carefully and found no impression at all. It seemed that he really cared too little about his parents before.
After Zhang Sui came back from the hospital, the small supermarket at home became busy again. Zhang Sui did not go back to the library to work, but stayed with his parents and helped them.
If this happened in the past, his parents would definitely drive him away and let him do his own thing. But since experiencing this, his parents' attitude has changed drastically.
Zhang Sui also became more patient, and his attitude towards his parents made them think that he was a different person.
Finally, Zhang Sui suggested renting a large RV, leaving the small supermarket to a relative to take care of it, and the family could go on a trip.
Regarding Zhang Sui's proposal, her mother immediately raised her hands in agreement, while his father only hesitated slightly and nodded in agreement.
After sufficient preparations, the family of three drove a large RV and headed north. The first stop was the great capital. I won’t go into details about the tour. They stayed in the capital for seven days before the family changed their route.
northwest.
During the trip, Zhang Sui discovered something that surprised him: his father was actually a master of flute playing.
I heard from my mother that when I was in college, my father played a leading role in southern China. Although Zhang Sui was a little skeptical about this exaggerated rhetorical technique.
But seeing the look on my father's face when his mother mentioned this, I knew that even if it wasn't that exaggerated, there should still be two brushes.
Zhang Sui asked curiously: "Then why didn't I see my dad again?"
The father's face froze, but the mother burst into laughter. The father said angrily: "What's there to say? Does a man play the flute well?"
Mother smiled and said: "When your father came to visit us for the first time, he originally brought the flute with him and wanted to show off his skills in front of my father-in-law, but he was tricked by your uncles too much.
Your father kept blowing for half a night, blowing your uncles so much that they couldn't stay at home and went out to get drunk. In the end, the police drove them back. Since then, your father hasn't played much.
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Zhang Sui looked at his father and laughed. He didn't expect that he had such a dark history. He probably had a psychological shadow that time.
Seeing that his father was getting angry, Zhang Sui quickly comforted him: "Dad, I was just thinking about learning a musical instrument. Since you know how to do it, why don't you teach me? Anyway, there will be nothing wrong with me along the way."
Dad was stunned and said hesitantly: "You really want to learn? I haven't played much in many years."
Zhang Sui smiled and said: "After all, I was once a dongxiao player in southern China. I must have no problem with basic skills. I'm very smart and can learn quickly."
Dad hummed twice and said: "This is not as simple as you think. I was from a semi-professional background, and the teacher I studied with was very famous. Unfortunately, he passed away a few years ago."
His expression was a little nostalgic, but he quickly recovered and continued: "Even if you want to learn, there are no people now. There is no place to buy in this wilderness."
Zhang Sui was silent for a moment, took out a hole flute from his sleeve, handed it to his father, and said, "Do you think this one is okay?"
Dad took the Dongxiao with a surprised look on his face and said, "You kid really want to learn it? When did you buy it? Why haven't I seen you take it out?"
As he said that, he looked at the holed flute in his hand and tried the sound test. The sound was clearer and clearer, and it could also be deep and melodious. Dad couldn't put it down and said, "Good flute!"
The mother who was driving next to her turned off the music in the car and said, "Old man, let's play some music."
Dad tried the sound check again, got used to it, concentrated hard, and the flute in his hand sounded.
The sound of the flute was clear and beautiful, and in front of Zhang Sui's eyes, what appeared was the mighty spring river tide, connected with the sea, and a bright moon rising from the sea, as if gushing out together with the tide.
The moonlight shines on the Chunjiang River, shining thousands of miles along with the waves. There is bright moonlight on the Chunjiang River everywhere!
The river flows in twists and turns around the fields covered with flowers and grass, and the moonlight shines on the woods full of flowers like fine snow beads twinkling.
The moonlight is like frost, so Shuangfei cannot be noticed. The white sand on the island blends with the moonlight, making it difficult to see clearly.
Mother had already parked the car on the side of the road, and together with Zhang Sui, she looked at her father quietly, listening to the sound flowing from the holed flute in his hand, and was intoxicated for a moment.
The song "Spring River Flowers and Night Moon" greatly shocked Zhang Sui's heart. He had never thought that his ordinary father could produce such an effect with a flute in his hand. It seemed that what his mother said was still
Very well founded.
Dad put down the Dongxiao, with a look of enjoyment on his face. He was immersed in it for a while, and then handed the Dongxiao in his hand to Zhang Sui and said, "This Dongxiao of yours is very good. Where did it come from?"
Zhang Sui smiled and said: "It was given by a friend. He is also a master. Seeing that I wanted to learn, he gave me his treasure."
Dad nodded and said: "This is really a good treasure. Since you are determined to learn, don't let down such a good thing!"
Zhang Sui nodded. His mother came to her senses at this time, hugged her father, and cried out sweetly: "Husband, you are still so awesome!"
Dad and Zhang Sui were both excited when they heard this sound.
The father coughed lightly and said, "The child is still there!"
The mother nodded lightly, leaned her head on the father's chest, and whispered: "I'll talk to you later when the brat is no longer around."
Zhang Sui on the side had a dark look on his face. Do you want to speak like this in front of me?!
During the next journey, his father began to teach Zhang Sui some basic skills. With Zhang Sui's current memory, he could remember anything after hearing it once, so it was very easy to learn.
In just half an hour, Zhang Sui was able to sing the song "Little Star" so meaningfully that his father said he was indeed my son, and his mother rolled her eyes.
In this way, we stopped and started traveling all the way from the north of the motherland, almost along the national border, and slowly to the southwest.
Along the way, the family was not in a hurry. Sometimes they would stay a few days at places they found interesting.
Zhang Sui's flute skills have completely surpassed his father's. After all, his father has talent, but compared with Zhang Sui, who is a cheater, there is a gap.
When he visited a place with countless bird scenes in the southwest, Zhang Sui played the song "Hundred Birds Pay Attendance to the Phoenix" on a whim. Good guy, countless birds gathered and circled in the sky above Zhang Sui, forming a shocking sound.
The wonders of the human heart.
After the song ended, Zhang Sui's family fled. It wasn't that they attracted anyone's attention, but the dense rain of flying birds was too much for them to resist. They relied on Zhang Sui's superb driving skills to run all the way.
Escaped.
But those who come to join in the fun are not so lucky. Enjoy the scene, savor it carefully!
After more than half a year of long-distance travel, the great rivers and mountains of the motherland have been visited almost all over. His parents also looked tired. Zhang Sui also knew that the trip was coming to an end, and the last stop was on an island in the East China Sea.
It is said that immortals appeared there. No one knows whether it is true or not, but that is what they say anyway.
It is not suitable to drive to the island. The family had already booked a hotel on the island near the sea. After arriving there, they had a hearty meal of seafood. It is said that the local fishermen caught it that day.
Really fresh.
The family rested in the hotel until the evening and then came out together to go to a mountain peak on the island to enjoy a famous landscape: the bright moon on the sea, the same moment in the world!
The inscription on this landscape is said to have been written by an ancient famous person. It is on a side wall of the mountain peak. The words are as big as a bucket.
Later generations colored the characters so that the sharp strokes of the pen could be clearly seen from a distance. Even thousands of years later, one can still see the grace of the famous man's writing from a distance.
At this time, there were already many people on the mountain peak, all tourists waiting to see the wonderful scene.
Zhang Sui and his family found a good seat, sat down there, and waited quietly for the spectacle of the bright moon rising over the sea.
The family chatted softly and talked about interesting things about the journey for more than half a year.
Soon, the sky gradually darkened, and someone shouted: "It's about to start!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his companion stopped him from talking.
Zhang Sui's family also stopped chatting and looked at the sea to the east together.
In the vast ocean as far as the eye can see, a bright moon rises slowly on the far horizon, and the sky and the earth are filled with the clear light of the moon. At this time, the waves of the sea are bursting, and listening to the ears makes people feel peaceful.
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Looking at the bright moon, Zhang Sui felt a little dazed.
His hands tightened, Zhang Sui turned his head and looked at his mother, his eyes filled with tears. His father also hugged his shoulders silently without saying a word.
In this way, the family cuddled together and watched the bright moon rising to the sky.
Zhang Sui gently took out the flute from his sleeve, stood up, faced the sea, and put the flute to his mouth.
The sound of the flute sounded, low and melodious, full of sorrow.
There seems to be endless longing and endless reluctance in the sound of the flute.
But later on, there was some relief, some letting go, some new vitality, and a sense of completion.
The parents behind him cuddled together, with love and relief in their eyes, which slowly turned into points of light and drifted to the sea with the breeze.
Zhang Sui did not stop playing the flute, but closed his eyes. Two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes and fell into the void.
The sound of the flute gradually became lower and lower, and all the surrounding scenery slowly faded away.
A familiar voice came to Zhang Sui's ear: "Second brother, where are you? We are going home!"