Merit Book·Xinghai

This moon wolf boy named Yuewei actually doesn't have any love for the little girl A-Xia. Obsessive!" While staring at him, the young man was still embarrassed and annoyed, he walked in front angrily, even stepping on the ground with a lot of strength.

However, after this incident, the tense atmosphere between the two parties eased a lot.Or maybe it's because Yuewei is sensitive to the fact that Rong Yuan has no ill intentions towards them, he gradually no longer stands up like a hedgehog, and is willing to talk about his own affairs with Rong Yuan .

Speaking of which, this teenager, who was only in his teens, raised a babbling child alone, living alone in this wilderness.Although the external pressure made him a little more vigilant and fierce than ordinary teenagers, but because of this, he was much simpler than ordinary people, and he was more eager to communicate with others.

According to Yuewei, the situation of the Moonwolves on this planet is very difficult.This race is proud and freedom-loving by nature, and would rather die than bow down to humans like other races, and become slaves driven by humans to survive.As a result, the Moon Wolf Clan has been hunted down and hunted down by humans several times in history, almost extinct.Until now, there are still people carrying shotguns and driving off-road vehicles from time to time to hunt the moon wolf clan in the wasteland. That's how Axia's parents died.After their death, apart from Yuewei and Axia, there were no other moon wolf tribes left in this wasteland, and he didn't know if there were any surviving tribesmen hiding in a corner in other places and dying.

In human textbooks, the Moonwolves are "beasts" and not human beings. They don't even have the basic right to survive, let alone human rights and education rights.However, when Yuewei was a child, his mother fled home after being seriously injured by a hunter, and died of her injuries soon after.After his death, besides the endless pain and helpless life left to Yuewei, there is also a portable learning machine that was accidentally snatched from the hunter.It is precisely because of this learning machine that Yuewei has not been reduced to a complete beast. In fact, ten years of hard work has allowed him to master more sophisticated and richer knowledge than most ordinary people.

He also learned how to plant. The small field that Rong Yuan saw before was cultivated with his own hands.Because of the lack of tools, it was very difficult for him to cultivate, but those harvests ensured that he and Asha could survive the cold winter without food.Not only the small piece of farmland, Yuewei has also reclaimed seven or eight fields in other places. The distance between them is not too close, and they are far away from where they live. This is to ensure that if any hunter sees his Farmland will not come to your door directly.

Of course, Yue Wei remained vigilant all the time, and did not tell the whole story about himself.But who is Rong Yuan?In front of him, this young man was as simple as a baby, without any means, with just a few words, the young man had no more secrets in his eyes.

After walking for a long time, they arrived at Yuewei's house.I saw a lonely castle with only ruined walls standing on the wasteland, and most of it was buried in the dust. However, from the tall stone pillars, towering battlements, and exquisite and simple sculptures, it is not difficult to see that the castle was intact that day. The towering grandeur of the time.But at this time, somehow, the upper half of the castle was cut obliquely like tofu. Even after a hundred years and the erosion of the sun, moon, wind and sand, the cut surface is still smooth and flat like a mirror, which is eye-catching. Looking at it... I feel creepy.

Yuewei's home is not in that castle, but in an auxiliary building about tens of meters away from the castle.Most of the annex building has been buried, and the windows and doors are buried in the soil more than ten meters deep. There is only an entrance and exit not much bigger than a rabbit hole on the side, and there is a clump of dry yellow weeds growing at the entrance of the hole.Anyone who sees such a hole will not feel that there are still people living below.But in fact, the space below is very spacious, and it has been well organized by the teenager. Except for the very dim light, it is no different from an ordinary family.

Yue Wei took the sleeping A-Xia from Rong Yuan's hands, hugged the girl and lowered her shoulders, then slid in through the small hole with a swipe.Of course Rong Yuan was not interested in going down the rabbit hole with him, his eyes fell on the ruined castle.

Pea sat on Rong Yuan's shoulders, holding his collar with a small hand, staring at the castle quietly.Although Rong Yuan didn't mention it, it knows that this is the place where Rong Yuan once fought.

On that smooth section, there is still an aura of Rong Yuan, which will not dissipate even after thousands of years.

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The star calendar was 80 years ago, and the Zhongwu star calendar was 270 and three years ago.

The torrential rain was pouring, as if the gods in the sky couldn't understand all kinds of things in the world, so they poured the Milky Way back.The downpour of rain pattered on the weak roof, and the small and low house was already leaking everywhere. Qidan's family huddled on the bed, hugged each other, and shivered under the mighty might.

Outside this low house, on the vast wilderness, black clouds like black ink seem to be about to press down on the ground, thunder rolls in the black clouds, and the lightning that connects the sky and the earth like a spider web seems to tear the sky and the earth apart into pieces.Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the ground seemed to tremble a few times. Qidan's younger sister, Qilin, screamed, threw herself into her mother's arms, covered her ears and burst into tears.

"White lotus, white deer, and snow-capped mountains, take the soul to the other shore; there are thousands of beings in the world, love, hate, and sorrow increase day by day; four hundred kinds of diseases are like wind diseases, tyranny and tyranny have no end; entangled in food and clothing for a lifetime, after death, only naked Go... Gods, celestial maidens, and Shura, from the clouds above the stars, rain down the sparks of thunder, and destroy the mountains of sin; the violent fall into the evil way, the killers fall into the mountain of knives, the vicious ones burn their bodies, and the greedy ones have their hearts and lungs rotten ..."

Qidan hugged his skinny legs, resting his chin on his knees, listening to his mother muttering a long-passed ballad, his eyes fixed on the black clouds and electric lights through the cracks in the wooden windows. Flashing thunder sky.

He always felt that before the loud noise, he seemed to see a huge flame falling through the sky...

[Is it a spherical lightning?Or illusion? 】

When it was daylight, Qidan was woken up by the sound of "duh, duh, duh".He opened his eyes and saw that his father was repairing the hole in the roof, and his emaciated mother was coughing, picking up a few sticks of firewood and throwing them into the fire.Above the fire, a pot was hanging, and some dark things were bubbling and bubbling inside. It was their breakfast today.

The aroma of cooked beans radiated in the room, and the sleeping sister couldn't help but sniffled, and a stream of saliva flowed down the corner of her mouth.

Qi Dan stood up and sat up from the bed, rubbed the corners of his eyes, randomly grabbed two handfuls of hair, helped his father repair the roof, and fed the chickens raised at home.After everything was done, my mother had divided the bean soup, and my sister got up from the bed.Most of the bowls of Qidan and his sister are overcooked beans, while the bowls of his father and mother are basically clear soup with little water.

But Qidan was so hungry that his chest stuck to his back, his eyes were almost glued to the bowls and he couldn't get them out, and he didn't find the mystery in the bowls. Shaking the bowl, he filled his mouth with the last bit of bean dregs at the bottom of the bowl.He looked at the bowl that was cleaner than his face, sighed with satisfaction and regret, looked up to see his parents sitting at the table looking at him lovingly, Qi Dan scratched his hair in embarrassment, and said: "Father, mother, you Are you done eating?"

"Ah."

Qidan's father, Qiyang, was a man of few words, he responded dully and stopped talking.

The mother said to Ah Mu: "Your father and I went to work in the field. You take care of your sister at home, and don't forget to feed the chicken at noon."

"Hey, I got it, don't worry!" Qi Dan patted his chest in response.

Qilin's mouth was slow to eat, and he was still holding the bowl and licking it. Jue Amu touched her little head, and told her to listen to her brother, and so on. The two took the water bottle and tools, and left together.

Such conversations actually happen every day, and they are almost the same every day, but the family never gets bored.It is these trivial and simple nagging that make them feel that they are family members and that they are needed and cared for.

Not long after the parents left, Qidan finished cleaning up the house and tidied up his sister's messy yellow hair, and the two walked out of the house holding hands.

In the endless farmland, countless farmers are working hard, like tireless ants.Qidan and Qilin are young, so they only need to help turn over wheat sheaves and pick up ears of wheat during the busy farming season.But in half a year, Qidan will have to work like his parents, and will work in the fields until his death. This is the last time he can be free.

On the ridge, there are seventeen or eighteen children playing, all of whom have big heads, thin necks, and thin bodies.Because the land around here produces very little, and the people above have to collect heavy taxes every year, so except for the boy of the village chief's family, no child has ever had enough to eat.

Qidan still remembered the firelight he saw last night. After greeting a few familiar friends and rejecting their invitation to play together, he took his sister's little hand and moved towards the firelight he saw. direction to find.

There is a low mountain peak tens of kilometers away from the village.At this time, the originally towering mountain peaks disappeared, leaving only a bottomless pothole on the ground.The torrential rain last night converged, and the stream merged into a small river, rushing into the cave, gradually filling up the cave, a cocoon as white as snow floated up from the cave, and then flowed along the river. , drifting away...

The author has something to say: ps: The poems in this chapter are adapted from a few sentences selected from "The Biography of King Gesar".