Chapter 24: The long-lasting hatred in life (Part 2)
"Dong'er." The woman looked nervous: "Stop talking, this is not your problem."
The village chief pondered for a while and said slowly: "A Dong's words reminded me, do you want to leave the village for a while?"
"Beside the lake not far from the village, there is an abandoned ranger's hut. It is quite complete. It is a place where I usually stack sacrificial supplies. Basically no one goes there. You can go and live there for a while.
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"Wait until winter is over and this matter is over, then you can come back."
At the little boy's request, the woman finally agreed to leave the village temporarily.
The space of the ranger's hut is not large, but it is enough for the mother and son to live. There is also a fireplace in the house and there is enough firewood, enough for the two of them to spend the winter.
The little boy lives a very happy life in the ranger cabin. No one here will look at him strangely, and no one will deliberately throw things at his house. The most important thing is that his mother no longer has to be beaten.<
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But women don't think so. After finishing their busy work every day, they will look at the lake in a daze, not knowing what they are thinking. Only when they look at the little boy, their eyes gradually become brighter.
After a period of time, winter came and the mountains were closed by heavy snow.
On this day, the little boy was playing with a paper airplane in the hut. The paper airplane flew around the house and landed on the bedside.
The little boy gently picked up the paper airplane and glanced at his mother who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and was suddenly stunned.
Within a few seconds, he burst into tears with a loud "wow" sound, and his crying woke up the woman directly.
"Dong'er, what's wrong?"
The little boy cried for a long time but refused to say anything. Finally, with the comfort of the woman, he sobbed and told the truth.
"Mom, you, you are going to die."
Upon hearing the news, the woman's face turned pale. Her first reaction was not to put her own safety in danger, but to pick up the mirror on the table and put it in front of the little boy.
"Dong'er, see if you are okay?"
The little boy looked at himself in the mirror and shook his head.
The woman breathed a sigh of relief and had time to care about her own situation.
"Tell mom, what did you see?"
"Another mother, my mother's body is going to be gone." The little boy said and started crying again: "I don't want my mother to die!"
"If you don't cry, mom won't die." The woman hugged the little boy tightly and kept comforting him.
Gradually, the little boy got tired of crying and fell asleep.
The woman put the little boy on the bed and looked at the heavy snow outside the window, lost in thought.
That tired and pale face showed sadness, worry, uneasiness and a sense of relief.
Because of the little boy's words, women began to become more cautious in doing things and did not go near any dangerous places.
This proved to be very effective, and she was still alive until she woke up the next day.
But the little boy is sick.
Perhaps because he cried too much yesterday, the little boy had a high fever and was also suffering from a cough and cold.
There are not many medicines in the hut, so there is no way to treat the little boy's illness.
The high fever lasted for two days, and the woman decided to risk a trip back to the village and ask the village chief to get some medicine.
"Mom, don't go."
The little boy grabbed the woman's clothes.
"Dong'er, have a good sleep. Mom will be back soon."
Lowering her head and kissing the little boy's cheek, the woman picked up her coat and left the hut in the heavy snow.
Once she left, she never came back.
The heavy snow soon stopped, and the little boy miraculously recovered from his illness, but he was not happy at all. Looking at the snow-covered world outside the window, he seemed to understand something.
The woman's body was found five hundred meters away from the village. There were traces of being torn by wild beasts on her body. In her hand, she still clutched several boxes of medicine tightly, and she did not let go until she died.
"A Dong, take a bite. If you look like this, your mother will be very sad in the sky."
Looking at the motionless little boy, the village chief sighed.
"Do you want to go home? The village chief has already told the villagers that no one will come to your house to cause trouble again."
"Or you can go back to the village chief's grandpa's house. Grandpa will take good care of you like your mother."
Under the village chief's earnest words, the little boy finally raised his head and stared blankly at the village chief.
"Grandpa Village Chief, you are going to die."
Seeing the little boy's empty eyes, the village chief subconsciously took a few steps back and turned a little pale.
Putting down the porridge in his hand, the village chief forced a smile: "I'll put the porridge here, please remember to eat it."
Then I left here without looking back.
The little boy looked in the direction of the village and murmured: "Why are everyone in the village in the sky?"
In the next few days, the village chief did not come to the hut again, and no one else in the village came over, as if the hut had been forgotten.
Until one day, someone came to the hut.
"Hey, there is another person here. What a good luck."
The little boy raised his head and looked at the young man in thin black clothes in front of him, his eyes fluctuating for the first time.
"There is no other you in your body."
The young man in black understood the puzzling words and looked at the little boy with interest.
"A special person? A special person who awakened so early still has such a rare ability. It seems that this small mountain village is not without good things."
"Xiefeng, don't scream! Weren't those people enough just now? This brat is not for you!" The young man in black suddenly shouted loudly.
The little boy looked at the chest of the young man in black.
"Can you detect the evil wind? It seems that your ability is weirder than I thought. Let me take a look." The young man in black put his palm on the little boy's head.
The little boy did not resist and looked into the distance silently.
After a long time, the young man in black took back his hand.
"Hey, Sangmen Xing, it's true that mortals are mortals, and they are hopelessly stupid."
"Poor little devil, you were born in the wrong place."
The little boy remained motionless.
The young man in black frowned: "You look like this, you don't even have the desire to be swallowed by me."
"Forget it, I'm rarely in a good mood today. Tell me what you want and maybe I can grant it to you."
The little boy raised his head and finally spoke: "I want to know why everyone died?"
"Why? It's very simple, because they are mortals." The young man in black said with a smile: "There are too many reasons for mortals to die. They can die by drowning, burning, thirsting, etc. while walking on the road. There is no reason why.
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"How can I not die?"
"Haha, no matter what, you all have to die. How can you not die? No matter how hard you struggle, a hundred years of life is your limit." The laughter of the young man in black stopped: "No, you can't say that. There are still some mortals who can.
Beyond the limit of their lifespan, they are also tougher than ordinary mortals and less likely to die."
"Who are they?"
"Specials are people with strange abilities just like you."
"Specials..." As he muttered these words, the little boy's empty eyes gradually brightened: "As long as you are with them, you won't die?"
Looking at the little boy's appearance, the young man in black raised his mouth slightly, suddenly becoming interested.
"Kid, I'll make a deal with you."
"What deal?"
"Give me part of your soul, and I can teach you how to use your abilities, and I will also give you some good things so that you can easily find those special people."
"Soul...what is that?"
"You don't have to worry about it, just agree."
"...Okay."
"Tell me your name."
"Shui Changdong."
The memory was finally fixed here, and Chu Ci could feel the lingering regret in Shui Changdong's memory.
If they had known their abilities earlier, then Grandma, Er Mao, Uncle Tian, mother, and even everyone in the village could have avoided death.
It's a pity that if there is no if, the remnant soul full of regrets can only slowly dissipate in the world.