This is a mountain range. There are many villages and many families at the foot of the mountains.
There are naturally people in the mountains, but there are many wild animals in the mountains, so most of them are hunters.
High mountains are common in mountain ranges, and there are naturally many low slopes. They are called slopes, but if they are moved to a plain, they are at least a hill.
Among the many earth slopes, there was a solitary family living on one of the earth slopes.
This family is far away from the village. Even to the nearest small village, it would take an ordinary person a day to walk there.
The location of this family is extremely hidden, and it is difficult for ordinary people to find it, so this family is basically isolated from the world.
There are three people in their family, a man, a woman and a child.
The man looks about twenty-five years old, and the woman looks even younger. If she weren't dressed like a village girl, it would be an exaggeration to say that she is a young girl of seventeen or eighteen years old.
Even though the clothes she wore were rough, they couldn't hide the woman's peerless appearance.
These two people looked like a couple at first glance, because there was an indescribable light in their eyes as they looked at each other.
Their child is about four or five years old. He is handsome and very happy.
Naturally due to genetics, the man has a pair of sharp eyebrows and a thin face. If his face had not been shaved cleanly, he would have looked like a handsome man.
The woman's big, smart eyes are placed on Guazi's face, with her mother's unique tenderness, giving her a unique charm.
It happens that children inherit the advantages of their parents.
"Xiao Knife, it's time to eat!" The woman took out the last dish from the kitchen and put it on the table. She stretched her head and shouted to the yard outside the door.
"Wait a minute, Mom, I haven't finished learning the words you taught me yet!" The little boy sitting on the ground in the yard pointed at the ground with a branch in his hand, and drew strange fonts from time to time.
"You are only five years old now, and you have to know all the words. Mother has almost nothing to teach you. Stop learning and come to eat!" The woman is now looking at the child outside the door, still staring at her.
The tone of the words given to him was quite complaining, but the love for his son could not be hidden in his tone.
"What's wrong? You call me son instead of me. Now that you have sons, you don't want me anymore, right?" At this time, a man's hearty voice came from outside the yard, and his tone sounded resentful.
"Dad, you're back!" the little boy dusted himself off and stood up from the ground, looking at his father carrying a round of firewood outside the fence and shouted.
"Xiao Dao, dear, how are you doing with the calligraphy that your mother taught you?" The man's eyes were full of doting. He looked at the little boy, and his tone of voice and expression became much gentler.
"It doesn't matter whether you eat or not, as long as my precious son is not hungry," the woman said directly.
"Hey, Mr. Su, can you give me a bite of food?" The man put down the firewood and looked at the woman with a pleading look on his face.
The woman smiled, raised her head, and said as if the empress was approving her, "That's right!"
"Okay! Let's go, Xiao Dao, let's eat!"
"Stop!" The woman stood in front of the door, blocking the two from entering the room, "Wash your hands!"
"Okay ma'am."
"Okay mother." The father and son looked at each other and smiled, then hurriedly went to wash their hands.
The woman looked at the funny look of the two and laughed again.
On the dinner table.
When the man saw his son picking up food for him, he suddenly slapped his forehead.
"By the way, son, I brought you a small gift." The man looked mysterious.
"A small gift?" The little boy looked forward to it, "What gift?"
"Guess what." The man teased the child and said with a smile.
As soon as the little boy rolled his eyes, he naturally couldn't imagine what his father's gift was. He turned towards his mother and said, "Mother, look at father."
The woman looked at him with a protective look and said, "Huh?"
After being glanced at by the woman, the man felt guilty as he walked, "Come on, why did you ask your mother to kiss you!" He sighed again and said, "Let me show you." He took out a handful of slaps from his arms.
A small knife, with a somewhat reluctant expression.
"Knife!" The little boy's face showed surprise and his eyes were shining. He quickly snatched the knife from his father's hand and put it in his hand to play with.
"Be careful not to get hurt," the man said worriedly.
I saw the little boy lowering his head on the table and playing with the knife. However, the moment the little boy lowered his head, the light in his eyes revealed a sadness that was inappropriate for his age.
"Humph!" The woman snorted coldly, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and stopped eating.
When the man looked at the woman like this, he seemed to have thought of something and felt a little embarrassed on his face.
"Mom, what's wrong with you?" The little boy raised his head, looked at his depressed mother, and asked. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and quickly put away the knife in his hand.
Seeing her son put away the knife silently, the woman felt a little pleased with the child's understanding. She raised her head and poked the man with her eyes, "It's your father's fault. What name did he give you? He Yidao, He Yidao, what else are you talking about?
The day I gave birth to you, he threw a hatchet in a hurry when he came back from cutting firewood. God sent you here again, and you were called He Yidao. If your father had lost a bundle of firewood on the day he came back, would you be called He Yicai?
Already?"
"You can't throw firewood on your shoulders," the man said in a low voice.
"He Qingyun, what did you say?!" the woman asked, her eyes blazing.
"No, no, I didn't say anything..." Seeing the woman getting angry, He Qingyun quickly comforted him, "Wen'er, don't get angry, don't get angry, eat some food quickly, come, eat some food." As he said this, he gave the woman some food.
vegetable.
"Mother." He Yidao called softly.
He's mother's name was Su Wen. When she saw her son calling her softly, she thought she had frightened him by getting angry, so she quickly put away her angry face and said, "Humph, it's all your father's fault."
As he said this, he did not forget to glare at He Qingyun.
"Yes, yes, it's all my fault, it's all my fault." He Qingyun quickly admitted his mistake.
"Mother." He Yidao called out again.
"What's wrong?"
"I like any name given by my father and mother." He Yidao said with a smile.
He Qingshan and Su Wen looked at each other with smiles in their eyes, while Su Wen also had a little tears and worry in his eyes...
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At night, the stars hang low in the sky, and the moon is particularly bright tonight. There is a house on the hillside, the lights have not been extinguished, and a few kerosene lamps are still flickering.
"Mom, where are my clothes?" He Yidao shook his dripping hair.
"Wait a minute." Su Wen's voice came, and after a long time, he took out a piece of linen clothes.
He Yidao was a little puzzled, "Mother, why do you hide my clothes so well?"
"Isn't this to prevent mice from chewing through the clothes?" Su Wen smiled and touched He Yidao's hair that had not yet dried.
"You put your clothes in such a hidden place to get bitten by mice." He Yidao muttered in his heart, but did not say it out loud.
He knew that his clothes had always been kept hidden, but they had never been bitten by mice. This was something He Yidao couldn't figure out.
He Yidao didn't think much about it and just regarded it as his mother's hobby.
"Change your clothes and go to bed quickly." Su Wen said to He Yidao.
"Yeah." He Yidao nodded, then walked to his small room, looked at his bed, and put the knife his father gave him under his pillow.
After his hair was dry, He Yidao fell on the bed and prepared to sleep. He closed his eyes and tossed and turned but couldn't fall asleep, so he took out the knife from under the pillow.
"Flying knife..." He Yidao looked at the flying knife in his hand, his eyes were a little blurred, and he murmured, as if he was thinking about something...
He Yidao was the disciple of the Tang Sect who abandoned his life to repay his kindness. When he jumped off the cliff, a strange thing happened.
It turned out that before He Yidao jumped off the cliff, he used all his strength to launch a peak flying knife, which shot straight into the cliff.
Then the flying knife actually drew a dark crack in the air. The crack did not close immediately, but continued to float in the air.
When He Yidao jumped into the cliff, a strong attraction came from the crack, and he was directly sucked into the dark crack.
The moment he entered the crack, he felt like he was being crushed into powder, losing all senses.
When he opened his eyes again, he found that he had become a child. He also had parents.
You know, He Yidao was an orphan in his last life and did not experience the love of his father and mother, so he cherishes it very much in this life.
He didn't dare to act too evil in front of his parents. Even so, his father and mother also thought he was a child prodigy.
He Yidao lay on the bed and closed his eyes, "Is that Shattered Void?" That dark figure flashed in his mind...