Travel thousands of miles in my life

When Yan Wuwu set foot on this uninhabited land, he asked himself countless times, why didn't he go back and ask Monk Wuxi to clarify, why didn't he explain clearly to those countless people who misunderstood him, why did he want to be like Zhong Like an evil, he went to the end with all his heart and traced it to the end.

But in fact, Yan Wuwu also knew that what happened to him was not important.

He didn't bring much dry food, only a jug of water on his waist.He couldn't tell if he was angry, or at whom.

He didn't even know if he should be angry anymore, these unusual bad experiences gave him the ability to confuse his own fate.He always believed that he was lucky.He thought this way when he was hunted down, and he thought the same way when he was abused and attacked, maybe.

Maybe.

The desert is not tolerant, its methods are presumptuous and diverse, and there is always one that will force you to see yourself clearly.Just like now, Yan Wuxin was lying on the sand dunes, facing the vast expanse of blue sky on his back, and had an illusion of inevitability.As if he was the only one in this world, and as if this one person was the whole world.

The noisy street is lonely, and the desert where no one cares is lonely.Since he was young, he has always been alone. His parents taught him to be an upright man, and his master taught him the unique martial arts to walk in the rivers and lakes.After teaching, they all left, and he was alone again.Will not be hungry, will not be thirsty, have many friends in the world, will not feel lonely.But as long as he was left alone, Yan Wuwu would feel that time stopped at the place where he lost everything, and never moved.

There was no movement in the desert, he laughed, turned over and stood up, threw the bamboo hat far behind him, jumped back to pick it up, put it on his head, and hummed an unknown song.

"Don't laugh at me, it's a good thing that teenagers can go to the end together!" His last voice was still in place, but the figure disappeared, and if he looked closely, he had already disappeared in the sky.

He walked quickly until he saw a person.

Someone who was probably just like him.Wearing a blue dress that was almost exactly the same as himself, Yan Wuxin wanted to take a second look at him on a whim.He followed from a distance, watching the man in blue unfurl his little bundle, and then glanced at half of his face covered by the veil, with great interest.

There were only a few taels of silver in the thin bundle, a bamboo stick, a stack of high-quality rice paper bound books, a few clothes and some daily necessities and dry food.

He watched rather amusedly as the young man unpacked the clothes and put them back neatly. He put everything meticulously, tied the bundles together, and made a mess again.

The man was silent for a moment, picked up his burden and left.Yan accidentally discovered that this person always picked up his small bamboo stick and wrote a few strokes on the notebook, which was the right to record.

He drew carefully, but there was nothing in the notebook.

What a weirdo.

While thinking about it, Yan Wuwu felt for no reason that in this vast desert and vast world, everything that could not be expressed by pen and ink might all exist in that person's heart.

He suddenly wanted to lift the obstructing veil and take a closer look, what does this strange man in a thin blue robe look like?

In a flash, the young man closed his notebook, stood up and patted the dust off his body.Yan Wuxin couldn't control his legs and followed behind him.

In an instant, the wind picked up.The light scarf was thrown high by the wind, rolled up and turned a few times,

The man let out a soft, low exclamation, and hastily stretched out his hand to grab it. His white fingertips and the soft gauze brushed past.Yan Wuxin hadn't realized what was going on, she had already flew up to grab the scarf.

When he landed, he raised his eyes, just in time to meet the young man's gaze.

Those clear eyes like autumn water and cold stars are better than all the warm wine he has ever drunk.Being watched by those surprised and ignorant eyes made a certain corner of his heart soften.

The owner of those eyes suddenly laughed after being stunned for a moment.Stretching out his hand, Yan Wuwu's hand holding the scarf trembled uncontrollably, and returned the light-colored scarf in his hand.

"Here... I'm Yan Wuyi." Yan Wuwu clasped his fists together, his face was burning hot, the young man looked at his saluting posture curiously, as if he could see his embarrassment, he smiled and imitated him by clasping his fists He saluted and said: "Thank you, brother. I will warm up Shuqiu next time."

"Ah... good, good name!" Yan Wuwu hurriedly replied, he was a little at a loss, he could only order himself to calm down in his mind.

"Brother Yan?"

"fine!"

There is a rare clear sky in the desert, but everything that happens under this blue sky and white clouds is not all beautiful.

The screams and cries were mixed together, and the blood everywhere attracted a lot of scavenged crows. They hovered at low altitude, chirped, and watched with great interest what happened below.

"Please... let me go...he's still young! How old is he, he won't remember what happened!" The burly man knelt on the ground and begged bitterly, hugging his arms tightly The ignorant and crying child kept kowtow, and the tears on his face mixed with blood and rough sand flowed down and dripped into the ground.

The object of his pleading was a thin man in gray clothes with a ghost face in front of him.

The man turned a deaf ear and stood in front of the father and son holding a knife that was still dripping blood.After a long time, he swung the knife very slowly and slashed down.The man fell, his eyes wide open in despair.Then another knife cut down the crying little boy.

A few drops of blood splashed on his pale mask, gray skirt and the back of his pale hands.

There were corpses everywhere, and the caravan of more than a dozen people was completely slaughtered, even Huangkou Xiaoer was not spared.

He whistled, and several gray shadows flashed around him, and they all gathered together, shaking their heads in unison.

The man waved his hand again, and several people all retreated.

After a few hours.

"Are you thirsty?" Yan Wuyi took out the jug and shook it at Wen Shuqiu. Ever since he was called the eldest brother, Yan Wuxin has really taken care of him.Wen Shuqiu shook his head amusedly, he brought a water bag himself, unlike this person, he was like a passer-by in the desert, he didn't bring anything except a little bit of food.

"Are you hungry?" Yan Wuwu took out his dry food and asked again.

"Eat it yourself, I'll tell you when I'm hungry, okay?" Wen Shuqiu saw that his eyes were bright and serious, so he could only coax him like a child.

"It's getting dark, are you afraid of the dark?" Yan Wuxin asked again without giving up.

"Are you afraid?" Although Wen Shuqiu couldn't understand his purpose for asking this question, it didn't affect him jokingly opening his arms and teasingly said: "If you are afraid, I don't mind comforting you like this."

"I think you're so weak, and I'm afraid you'll be scared." Yan Wuwu hugged him with open arms, rubbed his chin on his shoulder, and said like a big dog, "I should be the one who comforts you like this." That's right."

"Get down quickly, it's so hot." Wen Shuqiu was itchy and hot, and he felt that the temperature from Yan Wuyi's body was all over his body, "If you go further, you will reach the post station, and I don't know how far away it is from Luoshana Far."

Laughing, they turned over a sand dune.

Suddenly, Wen Shuqiu fell silent.Inadvertently and sensitively, Yan noticed that his body stiffened in an instant.He glanced forward inexplicably.

Mourning corpses everywhere, hardly see the yellow sand.