Rebirth 1983: The counterattack started from hunting in the mountains

This child does not belong to any family in the village.

Zhang Yaoyang was a little curious. The other party appeared here wearing such thin clothes. Wasn't he afraid of being frozen?

"Kid, stop bragging. Who are you from? Go home right now!"

This is not a drive away, it's purely out of concern for the child's safety.

This is by the river, but it may not be safe.

The child had been standing there motionless, so he couldn't help but take off his coat and walk over to cover the child's small body.

"The weather is cold, remember to wear more clothes!"

The child didn't respond, but just tilted his head and looked at the two of them curiously.

"Are you and this sister a couple?"

Zhang Yaoyang raised his eyebrows: "Yes, they are a pair. Is there a problem?"

The child shook his head: "No, that's not right. You have a bad marriage fate. It's hard for you to find a good partner. I'm afraid this sister is here to torture you!"

Zhang Yaoyang's heart moved slightly.

The fortune stick that I drew during the day appeared in my mind again.

Although the lot was a medium lot, in his eyes, it was actually a very bad lot.

The result depends on the effort.

I don’t know if his current state can be considered as hard work.

He was in a serious relationship, but he felt it was becoming more and more boring, without the excitement and anticipation he had at the beginning.

He doesn't want to be a scumbag, but he can't deceive himself.

He didn't feel loved by Yu Fengjiao.

Now, he did not expect that a strange child would speak so freely about his feelings.

He couldn't help but look at the other person.

"Who are you? Are you waiting for me here on purpose?"

Seeing that his expression was somewhat solemn, Yu Fengjiao laughed.

"Yaoyang, you look so scary, don't scare the child to tears."

"I just said a few words casually, don't take it to heart."

Zhang Yaoyang did not respond to Yu Tongjiao, but held the child's wrist tightly.

"Tell me which village you are from, and I will take you home now!"

The child sighed very maturely: "Ah...you are such a stubborn person. Who am I? What does it have to do with you two?"

"I just came here to get a feel for it and play some music. Is that not okay?"

After the child finished speaking, he shook off the cotton coat that Zhang Yaoyang had put on him, raised the flute in his hand and continued to play.

This song, with its ethereal yet stunning power, blows directly into people's hearts, making people unable to help but indulge in it.

Zhang Yaoyang searched the Chinese music library in his mind, but still couldn't find a matching song.

He regretted that his system was not with him, otherwise, no matter what kind of monster the other party was, it would not be able to escape detection.

In the midst of frustration, the mood was slowly affected by the sound of the flute.

Zhang Yaoyang and Yu Fengjiao sat on a big rock, side by side, listening to the children's singing together.

No one knew how long it had been, so long that Zhang Yaoyang took a nap and almost fell off the rock with Yu Fengjiao before he woke up in shock.

"Just now... I actually fell asleep. This is a bit unbelievable."

When Zhang Yaoyang had the system, he had already lost the ability to sleep.

His mental and physical strength are like that of a robot and he will never feel tired.

He worked hard for a whole year and a half, and only after the system quietly left did he slowly find sleep again.

But it is also a very strange thing to be able to sleep peacefully like now, without even knowing when the child left.

Compared with his fuss, Yu Fengjiao seemed much calmer.

"That child has no ill intentions. He has been playing lullabies for us. He is a good child!"

Yes, he is not a bad person, but his origins are a mystery, which makes Zhang Yaoyang feel uneasy.

"Let's go. It's too cold here now. Let's go home and rest."

What I originally wanted to say to Yu Fengjiao was strangled in the cradle.

After returning home, Zhang Yaoyang relied on his excellent memory to try to draw the child, and then ask someone to inquire about his background the next day.

Then, after picking up the pen for a while, I still couldn't start writing.

This child seemed to become increasingly vague in his memory, until finally he could no longer restore him.

That night, Zhang Yaoyang tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. The child's flute and words kept echoing in his ears.

He vaguely felt that the appearance of this child was no accident, and perhaps it was a hint from fate to him, but he had no idea where this hint was pointing to.

Early the next morning, Zhang Yaoyang got up and went out. He decided to go to the village to ask if anyone had seen this strange child.

He walked from one end of the village to the other, asking everyone he met, but all he got were shakes of the head and puzzled looks.

No one had ever seen such a child wearing a single white garment and playing a strange flute.

Zhang Yaoyang returned home somewhat disappointed, only to find Yu Fengjiao sitting in the yard, staring into the distance with empty eyes.

"Feng Jiao, do you still remember the child from last night? Can you help me draw him?"

Zhang Yaoyang walked up to him and asked. Yu Fengjiao came back to her senses, forced a smile and said, "Well, my painting skills are not very good, I'm afraid I can't achieve the result you want."

Zhang Yaoyang had an idea. Although he knew the result would not be good, he still let Yu Fengjiao try it first.

Sure enough, after Yu Fengjiao drew with a pencil for a few minutes, she gave him a very sloppy and messy drawing.

It's barely recognizable as a person, but definitely not the child from last night.

"Look, I'm not very good at this. I'm sorry I couldn't help you as quickly as I could."

"Is this important to you? You look so distraught."

Yu Fengjiao's words made Zhang Yaoyang force out an ugly smile.

"It's okay, it's not your fault, I just can't remember it."

"Forget it, it's not a big deal, don't take it to heart."

In the next few days, Zhang Yaoyang paid attention to every move in the village intentionally or unintentionally.

He found that Yu Fengjiao always showed a kind of sadness and confusion inadvertently. He thought of what the child said, and he couldn't help feeling guilty. Could it be that he really didn't have love?

At the same time, some strange rumors began to spread in the village. Some people said that they saw an erratic figure by the river at night, playing a creepy tune;

Others said that this was a sign that the village was about to encounter a disaster. These rumors spread more and more, and the atmosphere in the village became more and more tense.

Zhang Yaoyang decided to go to the river again to see if he could find some clues.

When he came to the river, night had fallen and it was quiet all around. He walked slowly along the river bank when suddenly he heard a faint sound of a flute.

The sound of the flute was exactly the same as the one played by the child that day, and Zhang Yaoyang's heart suddenly rose to his throat. He walked in the direction of the flute sound and saw the child standing quietly under a big tree by the river, playing the flute.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Zhang Yaoyang asked loudly. The child stopped playing and looked up at him, with a mysterious light in his eyes.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you know where you come from." The child's voice echoed in the night sky.

Zhang Yaoyang walked forward, wanting to grab the child and ask him questions, but just as he was about to touch the child, the child's figure suddenly disappeared, leaving only the melodious flute sound echoing in the air.