Xiyao

The author has something to say: There are a lot of things to explain at the end, and I accidentally wrote it too long, so I sent it out in several paragraphs.

The first time Chu Genglou knew of Li Ruo's existence was when he was 17 years old.

His adoptive father served him a bowl of longevity noodles with eggs lying on them, and solemnly revealed his life experience.

The boy took a mouthful of noodles into his mouth, oh, and there is no more to say.

All the anger, doubts, and disbelief that Chu Jiangli was mentally prepared for were none at all.

The extremely realistic Chu Genglou chewed expressionlessly a few times, swallowed the noodles, and used his mouth to comfort his adoptive father: "What has happened can't be changed, so why should I bother to think about it."

The policeman was silent, there was nothing he could do with this half-grown child, and said: "Who do you resemble with your temper?"

Chu Genglou was a strange child.

He is smart and precocious, with the appearance of a young adult, and has been amused by the neighbors around him.

Like a fool, the boy glanced inexplicably at the adult who was teasing him, ignored the question of the trap he had laid in his coaxing tone, and left on his own.

It made people very embarrassed, squatting there, unable to get off the stage, and complained to Chu Jiangli in private, saying that your child must be taken care of, and this temper can be tolerated when he grows up.

The catcher smiled and thought he had forgotten it.

He felt that it was not Chu Genglou's fault.

It's just that the child is different from ordinary children.

He sorted out the big and small things in his mind clearly, standing among a group of innocent and lively children, looking indifferently like a little white goose with a contemptuous gesture in a pile of chickens.

He didn't understand the meaning of those childish games, he didn't understand those harmless jokes, he was always like a spectator from the sidelines.

I thought about what they were doing in confusion, and put it aside if I couldn't figure it out.

Chu Genglou didn't have any malice, nor did he feel superior to others, he just didn't understand.

Although the child of the poor was already in charge of the family, Chu Jiangli pampered him wholeheartedly, but raised a child who was too sensible and wise beyond his years. It was born this way.

Early Hui Yiyao.

Chu Jiangli never hoped that the child would be successful in the future and become rich and powerful, but he was afraid that he would die prematurely before reaching maturity.

When he led Chu Genglou to the famous fortune teller in the city, the child asked blankly and aggrievedly, "Father, did I do something wrong?"

The policeman squatted down and patted his head: "Genglou, you are a good boy."

"You are very sensible, well-behaved, and smart, and most importantly, you are very kind."

"You will give the money I gave you to buy candied haws to beggars on the side of the road. You will help your elderly master carry things that you can't actually carry."

He held the child in his arms: "You make me proud."

"But a person who is too perfect is easy to be jealous of God. If you are too outstanding and stand out, and you are too independent, you will be excluded by others."

The boy nodded sullenly, dragged his clothes and walked up to the fortune-teller with the gray beard step by step, listening to his adoptive father Qi Qi Ai Ai anxiously asking about his future.

The fortune teller pretended to stroke his beard, and said, this child's fate is a dragon among men, but he is destined to have a doom, and it takes sincerity to resolve it.

He was eloquent and eloquent, and Chu Jiangli was taken aback by what he said, and he turned his hand like a chicken's paw, making a five gesture.

Chu Genglou blinked, and after a little thought, he understood that he had said a lot, and the focus was on that "sincerity".

The "sincerity" of a fortune teller requires five renminbi.

This amount is not small, it is one-tenth of Chu Jiangli's annual income.The policeman gritted his teeth and was about to take out the money, but just as he reached into the money bag, the child held him down.

Chu Genglou tilted his head, and said: Heaven has its own way, since it is a doomed fate, it cannot be avoided.

Don't say five qian silver, even 50 taels, it is impossible to be of any use.

When the fortune teller saw the cooked duck fly away, he couldn't hold back the posture of the worldly expert, and he kept talking about Zhu Zi'an's knowledge of the world.

This old man is predestined with you, so if you count your fingers, I will drag you even if you are trying to reduce your five-year lifespan. How can you be so ungrateful.

Chu Genglou said expressionlessly, Yangshou, keep it for yourself.

Hey, you kid, the fortune teller jumped a little bit, pulled Chu Jiangli and said, children are ignorant, this catastrophe is extraordinary——

When he wanted to say something more, Chu Genglou had lost his patience, half of his palm-sized face was hidden behind Chu Jiangli, and he replied, what kind of catastrophe was that?

This..., the fortune teller stroked his beard, pretending to be profound, and the secrets must not be revealed.

The five-year-old Chu Genglou still couldn't hide his emotions, and felt that he was simply baffled. He said bluntly, if he couldn't even leak it, why would he resolve it?

He spoke childishly and innocently, but he really choked people up. He couldn't hold back his old face, and forced himself to look down the steps: It seems that you and the old man really have no destiny. Let it go, you will regret it in the future No wonder the old man.

Chu Genglou tugged at his adoptive father's sleeve and said seriously, I won't regret it.

Because, he raised his head, his expression was so cold that he didn't look like a five-year-old child at all, and said, what should come can't be avoided.

If you don't have a chance, don't force it.

What he said made a passerby pause slightly, and said something to himself.

Is the golden scale a thing in the pool?

After a long, long time, Chu Jiangli, who wanted to care for the child's growth, but was as helpless as a hedgehog, gradually understood that his adopted son was too smart, and this Zhedan City couldn't keep him.

So he chose to let go and let Chu Genglou choose his own life.

Chu Genglou did not live up to his expectations, as if he had a dense plan in his heart, he arranged his academic life in an orderly manner, learning what to learn first, and what to learn next, clearly and clearly.

He grew up day by day, and Chu Jiangli also got older day by day.

The catcher, who was just in his early 40s, was aging extremely quickly, his temples were graying, thin and deep lines were carved on the corners of his eyes, and his face was weathered.

From the appearance alone, he is completely an old man.

Chu Genglou was frightened by him, and forced him to go to the clinic.

The doctor didn't even write a prescription after he took the pulse, saying that he had suffered a fundamental injury in the early years and lost too much energy. He was lucky to get his life back, but it was difficult for him to enjoy the life of an ordinary person.

Chu Genglou calmly asked if there was any way to alleviate it a bit, the other party waved his hand and said that hanging with ginseng soup might make him live for another year or a half.

After returning home, Chu Genglou, who was already restrained, was always depressed.

Chu Jiangli was always unhappy seeing him, and thinking about giving him a long life, he had grown up, and it was time to tell him some things.

So he slowly told him a story about a fast catcher and a demon.

When Chu Jiangli talked about the robber, he was concerned about his mood, and deliberately slowed down to observe his reaction.

As a result, Chu Genglou continued his usual unexpected behavior, he didn't take it seriously at all, and instead comforted his adoptive father.

"No way, father thinks I look like that monster, right?" the boy said.

"Not like," Chu Jiangli laughed, "You are not like Li Ruo at all."

Li Ruo is a demon king who has lived for thousands of years. He is knowledgeable and good at thinking, and his thoughts are so profound that Chu Jiangli often cannot understand them.

His coldness comes from the nature of a monster and the vicissitudes and exhaustion of the long years. From the bottom of his heart, he is rebellious and disregards everything.

Chu Genglou is just a person who knows exactly what he wants.

Seeing everything too lightly and clearly, he seemed a little indifferent and impersonal.

He is not content with mediocrity, nor is he ambitious. He lives a realistic life with a sharp edge. Although he is not very like Chu Jiangli, he does not have the slightest resemblance to a demon.

"I don't understand," Chu Genglou bit his chopsticks, slightly puzzled by the details, "Why did you drive him away?"

Why give up your own happiness with your own hands?

Chu Jiangli raised his hand and patted his head, still treating him as if he were a child: "People always have some perseverance to protect."

"Those principles and bottom lines, even if they are ridiculous, even if they are stupid, they cannot be compromised."

"But," Chu Geng said, "you are not happy."

"You have been unhappy all these years after he left."

He blinked: "If you think you're right, why are you still unhappy?"

Chu Jiangli paused, and said, "Probably, no matter how firm you are intellectually, it's still unbearable emotionally."

"With time, that pain will not disappear, but take root, and grow deeper and deeper."

He reached out and stroked the conch shell that never left his body: "Although I don't want to admit it, I do miss him."

Missing his Li Ruo, his or Xue.

That gentle and lonely demon in the long street at night.

They used to hug each other to keep warm in the cold night, and shared almost any food, whether it was a bowl of the most common sesame glutinous rice balls or a few pieces of extravagant bacon.They once talked about the completely different worlds in each other's eyes.

In a blunder by God's will, two lives that should never have met had a brief meeting, and then separated again.

Chu Genglou thought hard for a long time, and said: "I have never really liked anyone, so I can't fully understand this kind of feeling."

"But I still feel that suppressing your own desires and covering up your desires is a form of self-deception."

"Obviously he cares, and obviously doesn't want him to leave, why let him go."

The policeman sighed: "Genglou, you have always been very assertive and have your own ideas. In these matters, there is no absolute right or wrong, and I have nothing to teach you."

"If you have regrets no matter what you choose, then choose the side that has fewer regrets for you."

He lowered his head and rubbed the conch on his waist with his right hand: "For me, love cannot override right and wrong."

The left hand touched the heart: "Even if I want to tear this heart apart, I can't forgive him for his crimes."

The boy nodded and continued to pat his face, his thoughts not staying too much on this disagreement.

It is too early to think about this kind of problem when everything has not happened.

A few days later, he accompanied Chu Jiangli to pick some wild fruits and vegetables and sell them in the market.

The mountain is not considered lush, and the season is about to enter winter. They walked a long way, but they didn't fill half of the basket.

Chu Jiangli's legs and feet are inconvenient, and as he grows older, he falters even more. He has to search deeper in the mountains while relying on crutches.

Chu Genglou knew that he was saving money for his long trip.

The insensitive person could read his adoptive son's desire to spread his wings and fly high in his eyes, and at the same time guessed the reason why he stopped moving forward.

Chu Jiangli was getting weaker and older day by day, his vitality was peeling off from him, leaving behind only the dark ailments of old injuries.The child he raised with his own hands couldn't take him on a long journey, but he couldn't bear to leave him alone, so he suppressed his restless heart and stayed by his side.

But Chu Jiangli, who regards him as his own, does not want to waste his best years on taking care of an old man who is dying, and clearly expresses his intention: I can take care of myself, and you can do what you want thing.

Chu Genglou couldn't help him, and supported his adoptive father to climb the slightly steep mountain slowly. His feet were rough and difficult. He heard strange rustling noises, looked up vigilantly, and found a pair of vicious eyes full of malice.

No, not just the top of the head, the surrounding bushes, behind the pines and cypresses, many ragged people silently formed a loose circle, besieging them in it.

Those people's eyes glowed with a faint green light, staring at them like hungry wolves, with a pair of sharp ears standing out from under the unkempt and tangled hair.

In the blink of an eye, Chu Genglou immediately realized that they were a group of Yu clan refugees.

More than a hundred years ago, the ancestor Su He was poisoned and murdered by his wife, and the last decree before his death was the Tu Yu Order.

When the emperor was angry, he laid down millions of corpses, and the world was destroyed.

The blood-stained edict angered the human race who had finally achieved peace after a long war. They crazily turned their swords against their former allies, and even opened the witch ancestor enchantment originally used to resist the gods.

Under the silver-gray barrier that covered the entire sky, the Yu clan, whose vitality had been severely injured in the battle with the gods, was deprived of the ability to fly, and was completely powerless to resist the sudden ruthlessness of the human race, causing heavy casualties and corpses strewn across the field.

Most of the remnants who survived by luck were sold into the army, and a few fish that slipped through the net were hiding in Tibet all day long, in constant fear.

But this is the big picture of the overall situation. Individually speaking, those who survived are often driven into a desperate situation, and most of their minds are completely distorted. Once they encounter a human race that is alone, they will usually retaliate wildly regardless of everything.

Now, Chu Jiangli and his son encountered such a group of hungry beasts in human skin.

They are real and can eat people.

Surrounded by a group of scrawny, skeleton-like scary people, Chu Genglou immediately threw out the basket in his hand, and dragged his adoptive father away while some people's attention was distracted.

Some of the Yu clan rushed over and lay down on the ground to grab the sour wild fruit, but more people chased them.

Chu Genglou judged the thinking of a group of lunatics with normal thinking, and suffered a big and small loss: they didn't care whether they could fill their stomachs at all, they just wanted to vent their grievances through torture and abuse.

Chu Jiangli was hugged by a person by his right leg, immediately lost his balance and fell to the ground.

When he fell down, he saw the panic in his adopted son's eyes, and he sighed in his heart. When he turned around, he clasped his five fingers, and a fiery red streak fell like a falling star.

The mottled and rusted Burning City finally reappeared in the world after more than ten years.

The scorching red with the rushing heat wave pierced Yuzu's arm, forcing him to let go weakly. Chu Jiangli took this opportunity to stand up with difficulty, but was pushed down by another person who was chasing up.

The staggering and falling policeman rolled down the hillside, Chu Genglou flew over to stop his fall, but it was too late.

At that moment, he quickly and racked his brains to find a way to save his father, but he couldn't make it in time anyway. The scorching city, which was as blazing as a flame, was reflected in his pupils, and he caught its faint flickering.

General Chu faced a steep slope in front of him. After he fell, he would roll all the way due to inertia. If he was lucky, he might just have a bruised bone. If he was unlucky, he might die.

It was too late for his adopted son to save him, the only thing the police could do was to save himself, he tried his best to turn around, in the fleeting opportunity, the sharp point of the gun pointed upwards, there was no gap to turn the direction, just The choice of where to fall is the feather clan that pushed him down.

Chu Jiangli hesitated.

His hasty strike was completely inaccurate, and it was impossible to control the strength at all. It was likely to kill that person.

His anxious adopted son almost stopped breathing, and suddenly guessed his father's choice.

He saw Chu Jiangli clenched and loosened his hand, the fiery red gun that could pierce the entire chest of the Yuzu didn't really pierce out after all.

The old man with a face full of wind and frost fell down slumped, his eyes glanced over the anxious Chu Genglou, suddenly panicked and desperate, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something.

However, time will not be particularly favorable to him, and he will not be allowed to say goodbye or anything else.

In a few breaths, Chu Jiangli rolled all the way down the hillside and disappeared among the dense forests.

As soon as the boy's legs were weak, he was about to be overwhelmed by the huge sad news.

It was the first time he was so close to death, watching the person closest to him fall straight down, and felt his own smallness and powerlessness deeply and clearly.

However, the remaining rationality told him that he must not be defeated at this time. With red eyes, Chu Genglou picked up a dead branch half arm thick from the ground, and charged at the people surrounding him with a full set of marksmanship. Say hello to him.

Even though it was just a fragile branch in his hand, he still showed the gun's relentless and fierce killing to the fullest, forcing the few people in front of him to retreat, making them afraid to go forward.

Chu Genglou had a self-defense dagger tied around his waist, but he didn't use it at first, but threw it viciously when the people behind him were about to attack.

Hearing a shrill scream, the boy kicked indifferently, and heard the crisp sound of bones breaking.

The Yu Clan has a large number of people, and they are desperately crazy, so it is really difficult to deal with them.

At first Chu Genglou chose to back down, not because he was incapable of fighting, but because it was meaningless.

Even if he and his adoptive father went on a killing spree and succeeded in slaughtering all these lunatics to escape, it would be meaningless.

Chu Jiangli has used it for more than ten years and taught Chu Genglou one thing: to respect life.

He engraved this incident in Chu Genglou's mind, so that the boy's first reaction when he was attacked was to evade and give in.

The Yu Clan was in a difficult situation, suffering from disasters, Chu Genglou did not want to conflict with them unless it was absolutely necessary.

But at this moment, he was angry and wronged. Even though he knew that he was likely to be buried here, even if he knew that he could not deal with an enemy dozens of times his number, he resolutely fought back.

I have never hurt you, I have never provoked you, why do you have to persecute me so far, forcing people to hurt others?

His strength continued to drain with time, and when he was about to give up completely, he was knocked away by a thin shoulder.

Chu Genglou was knocked back half a step by the bump, and when he reflexively wanted to fight back, he was pushed again by that person.

With all his strength, Chu Genglou was pushed out of the surrounding area. The opponent raised his head, and under the disheveled hair, there was a yellow, emaciated and emaciated face.

It was a young Yuzu girl.

It seems to be due to malnutrition, skinny and skinny, and the whole person will collapse when the wind blows.

But with all her strength, she pushed the half-grown boy out of the chaos, and shouted at him hoarsely: "Run!"

Chu Genglou couldn't see her face clearly, but only glimpsed a red mark between the girl's eyebrows hidden by the hair, like a pill on the top of a crane, long and narrow and beautiful, almost like a scar, ready to roll and bleed at any time.

He was stunned for a while, and then he realized that he ran down the mountain without looking back.

The teenager actually has a lot to say—"Thank you for saving me." Or "What's your name?"

But the only thing he can do is not to waste the opportunity that girl won for him, and try his best to escape.

She is from the feather clan, Chu Genglou thought.

But she gave him a hand and saved his life.

This is enough for Chu Genglou to remember in his heart and repay his kindness.

Temporarily suppressing his inexplicable emotions, he eagerly searched for his adoptive father who had rolled down the hillside along the indentations of the vegetation.

The boy had already prepared for the worst.

Falling all the way from such a high place, for Chu Jiangli, whose body was in decline, the damage caused was almost fatal.

He even felt scared for the first time in his life, afraid that what he found was only a cold corpse.

Frightened, the relative who cared for him wholeheartedly when he grew up suddenly left.

The boy who had never been afraid of anything, didn't even dare to test this possible fact.

In panic, Chu Genglou caught a glimpse of a strange color out of the corner of his eye.

He turned his head abruptly, and then opened his eyes wide in astonishment.

A figure in plain clothes and white clothes, with his back turned to him, seemed to be holding something in his arms. When he noticed his gaze, he turned his face away.

A pair of mint green eyes that were as clear as colorless were revealed.