The leg injury had just healed, so Shen Mo took two sticks and practiced his moves in the woods around the house, and the fallen leaves were his best target. He tried to make every leaf hit by the wooden stick in his hand when it fell to the ground.
Crushed, or strung together piece by piece on a stick.
After the battle with Chai Da, he gained some insights. Chen Mo thought about whether he should go to him to discuss with him a few more times. Anyway, the man seemed to be quite easy to talk to.
As everyone knows, in the distant Red Apple Garden, in the Xiyuan pawn shop, Chaida, who was really writing something on the table, suddenly shuddered, and then sneezed so hard that he blew away the half-written paper.
Flying.
"Damn it, is it so cold?"
Chai Da shook himself up, arranged the papers, and continued writing furiously.
Chen Mo's thought flashed past and he gave up. Let's go around the Red Dust Garden first. It was really interesting here as Lu Chunqiu said. There was no need for any high-sounding reason to fight.
...
Chen Mo, who had just returned to the yard to rest, saw Yan Yu coming back from outside. Looking at her bruised nose and face, he asked, "Are you going to fight?"
"It fell."
"How old are you to fall like this?" Chen Mo raised her face, looked left and right, and saw that the fall was not serious. He then took her hand back to the house and brought some plasters that he usually made.
.
Chen Mo gently smeared it on her face and said: "Don't you just want to read a book? How about I take you to buy some. There is probably no bookstore in Hongchen Garden. At worst, I will go back to Tang Dynasty and buy it there. I will carry it on my back."
With you, it won’t take many days.”
"No need, I don't want to read anymore." Yan Yu said and raised his eyebrows slightly. "Be gentle, it really hurts."
"I know it hurts, so I don't have to be careful when I walk. Did I twist my foot?"
Said that both of them thought of one thing at the same time and laughed.
"why are you laughing?"
"Why are you laughing?"
"Do you still remember that when you and I walked out of the mountains, the heavy rain made the roads in the mountains wet and slippery? I walked in front, and you followed silently behind. When we walked out,
On the last descent of the mountain, you fell down, but you didn’t say a word.”
Chen Mo had already smeared all the injured areas on her face. The ointment was colored, and her delicate little face was painted into the shape of a tabby cat.
"nice."
"You're so handsome, don't think I don't know what my face looks like now." Yan Yu rolled his eyes at him.
Chen Mo resealed the bottle of plaster, squatted down, raised her feet, pinched them on the left and touched them on the right, while continuing the previous topic: "That time when I woke up the next day, you followed me like this.
How long have you been walking until you were almost hit by a horse? If your little body had been hit by that horse, you would not be the same as you are now."
Yan Yu sat on the stool and looked at Chen Mo who was squatting in front of him and carefully checking his feet. Only the top of his head could be seen. Yan Yu smiled happily.
"What could I have done at that time? If I didn't grit my teeth and follow you, I would have turned into a pile of withered bones on the roadside."
During the flood that year, the refugees moved south, and there were many dead bones on the roadside.
"Okay, her feet are fine." After checking her feet, Chen Mo got up and prepared for today's dinner. Since they got a "living allowance" from Hongli Garden, their food has also been greatly improved.
...
At the dinner table, they were still reminiscing about the past.
Yan Yu asked: "Chen Mo, it seems I haven't asked you where you are from, right?"
"Is it important?"
"It's not important. I just want to know. Can you tell me? It's okay if you don't want to tell me."
In the past, Yan Yu always didn't ask about Chen Mo's origins, not because she wasn't curious, but because she felt that even if she asked, Chen Mo would only give a general answer, or remain silent, like a closed window, not wanting anyone to see what's inside.
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"I am from Xia. When we appeared in your village, spies from Xia and Chu wanted to sneak into each other's territory. When we met, we started fighting, and finally dragged your village into trouble."
"Yeah, well, what about before, what were you doing before."
"I was taken to the barracks when I was about ten years old. It was in that climate that I picked up a knife and killed the first person, and then killed more and more people. Until I was fourteen years old, I was tired of that kind of
Life, I want to escape. I have tried to escape before, but I was caught and given a severe lesson. Fortunately, they did not kill me, because I can kill the enemy better than them on the battlefield, so they have to keep me.
It’s still useful.”
"..."
"In a later mission, that is, when I entered Yunling Mountain, I got a chance to escape. Everyone on both sides was dead, so no one knew that I had escaped. Finally, I no longer have to live that kind of life."
"Now you are not just fighting and killing."
"It's different. Now I kill only for myself. But before, I was forced to kill for those people who were drunk and dreaming behind the battlefield. Why should I sacrifice my life for them? My life is mine. I just want to live for myself."
, I have a lot of things I want to do.”
"Killing just for yourself?"
Chen Mo looked at Yan Yu's eyes, and then added: "Of course there is you."
"Although I'm very happy when you say this, it's better to kill less. I heard that people who kill a lot will go to hell after death, and they will have to taste the pain they inflicted on others while they were still alive before being reincarnated."
"Then I won't die."
"Pfft." Yan Yu almost spit out his rice and said, "There is no immortal person in this world."
"Then I'll be the first one."
"Hey, hey, you're already dreaming before you even sleep? Let's talk about what happened before."
"The update happened when I was still in the village."
"Where are your parents?"
"I don't know. I heard that he is dead. I have been living in a small ruined temple outside the village for as long as I can remember. As for how I survived until I had my own consciousness, I don't know."
"Who gave you that name?" Yan Yu asked curiously, since no one raised him, how did he get his name?
"It was started by Master."
"Yes, I heard you say that you have a master. Wasn't it your master who raised you?"
"No, that happened later. Before I met Master, people in the village only called me "Hey" or some other nicknames."
"Is there no one to adopt you?"
"Our village is very poor. Every household cannot protect itself. How can we take care of someone else?"
"Then what did you eat to survive?"
"You can eat whatever you can, steal or rob, as long as you can survive. At that time, I didn't even think about it. I just knew that when I was hungry, I would find something to eat."
"Today's human nature is to want to be full when hungry, to be warm when cold, to rest when tired, this is also the emotional nature of people." Yan Yu said to himself.
Yan Yu's sudden words made Chen Mo look sideways.
"Then when did you meet your master and how did you meet him?"
"I can't remember exactly when I met him. In short, I met him when I was going into the mountains to find something to eat. Then I went to the mountains often to learn from him and listen to what he said about the world outside."
"Then what kind of person is your master? Is he an immortal or something like that?"
"You may not believe it when I tell you. I don't even remember what he looks like. I have no impression at all. As for what kind of person he is, well, I can describe him in just a few words. He is old and dishonest."
Sure enough, Yan Yu didn't believe what Chen Mo said. How could someone so important to him not remember it.
"I'm really not lying to you."
"Could it be that he caused you to lose your memory?"
"Probably not. He left suddenly and without any warning, just like he came without any warning."
"Then your master is a god?"
"I don't know." Chen Mo shook his head: "Are there gods in this world?"
Even Chen Mo didn't believe that his master was a god. As for him... Chen Mo didn't know how to describe it.
After dinner, Chen Mo told Yan Yu a lot about his past, and Yan Yu listened with interest, and finally escaped from the coolie cleaning the table by taking a bath.
...
After taking a hot bath, Yan Yu and Chen Mo blew the evening breeze in the yard and then went back to the house, leaving Chen Mo alone to practice.
"Ah~! Chen Mo!!"
A scream suddenly made the veins on Chen Mo's temples appear. He refrained from shouting and said, "What's wrong? The thief is here again?"
"No, no, no, my book is back again!!" Yan Yu appeared in front of Chen Mo holding himself in his hands and showed it to him. "Look."
"Did you miss it before?"
"No, it's impossible. We only have this little thing in our house. I've looked for it before and found nothing. Now it's back and it's still in the same place as before. The person who stole it must have brought it back."
"It's impossible. I've been around this house all day today and no one has been here at all."
"Did you miss it?"
"No." Chen Mo opened her eyes, her eyes a little solemn. She believed that Yan Yu was not lying, that is, these books were taken away and brought back without her noticing at all.
Who is it? The original owner of these books? From Yan Yu's description, it is unlikely that it is the old man. Moreover, Yan Yu is still with him today.
"Since you didn't notice it, could it be a monster?!"
The night wind blew by, and the shadows of the surrounding trees swayed violently. Yan Yu unknowingly approached Chen Mo, grabbed his arm, and looked around.
"What are you thinking about?" Chen Mo didn't care who it was. Since he did this, it meant that the other party had no ill intentions.
"Go back to bed."
"I'm afraid."
Back in the house, Yan Yu lay on the bed and flipped through the lost books. Under the dim firelight, Yan Yu felt something was wrong.
"This is not my book. Although it looks similar on the outside, it is not."