Ming Yu

The sun and the moon fly like a shuttle, and in an instant, 16 years later——

In the human world, on the green hills.

A beam of sunlight fell on Ziyang's face, revealing a heavy warmth, which dazzled his eyes firmly.

He blinked, rubbed his eyes vigorously with his small hands, straightened his neck and looked into the distance...

The fragrance of wolfberry flowers is mixed in the morning mist, and the whole mountain dock is full of warm and cool fragrance; as the sun rises, the lighter and lighter fog moves, flows, and disappears without a trace , exposing the originally green valley.

Ziyang took a few steps forward, feeling pain from the branch scraping on his face, he checked the distance between himself and the opponent, squatted down suddenly, randomly slapped a stone in his hand, weighed it in his hand, his small fist was pretending Waving it, as if to embolden himself, he pulled his legs and rushed forward...

Before he ran to the front, the man turned around as if he had noticed it long ago, and took a neat sword flower in his hand.He only felt a sword energy rushing towards him, and in a blink of an eye, the extremely sharp sword light approached his throat!

He closed his eyes in shock, shook his heart, and shouted: "Big, big... scoundrel! Give me back... the 'wagua', hurry, hurry up...give back... the 'wagua' to me! "

The white-clothed boy paused with his gestures, took advantage of the situation to hold back his sword, and calmly looked at the child who was not as tall as his chest height.He had already noticed that someone was wandering around, but he didn't notice the evil spirit, so he didn't care.Sure enough, the bushes were pushed aside, and a small head came out, rushing towards him like a calf.

In front of him was a skinny little boy of about seven or eight years old, but with delicate features.In particular, a pair of big eyes flashed under the thick eyebrows, and the jet-black eyes turned around with aura.He was dragging wooden clogs, a shabby robe hanging down to his knees, covered with dust, his hair was messy and tangled into a big bulge, like a magpie's nest.

The imagined pain did not come, Ziyang opened his eyes anxiously, his voice was all blocked in his throat.

The blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, stopped half an inch away from my neck, and I saw the boy who was not a few years older than me looking at me lightly, with a trace of doubt in his eyes, but his voice was inarticulate: "What are you talking about... a pumpkin?"

Ziyang was stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he ignored the sharp weapon still on his neck, let go of the stone in his hand, and stretched out his finger resentfully towards the branch behind the boy.

When the boy turned his head, his eyes met the bamboo basket hanging on the branch, and he understood.Suddenly he felt a pain in his hand, and there was a row of tooth marks on the back of his hand. When he looked up, he saw the little guy avoiding the sword edge while he was not paying attention, and rushed to the bottom of the bamboo basket with his short legs, jumping around and trying to hang on Hook down the bamboo basket from the height.

Reluctantly, he has a short stature, and the tall branches are like a natural barrier. No matter how hard he tries, he can't reach it, and his brow is sweating.

A black shadow shrouded behind him, and a pleasant voice sounded above his head: "You tell me first, what is 'wagua', and I will help you remove the bamboo basket, how about it?"

Ziyang pursed his mouth, fluttered his small nose twice, waved his arms, and murmured incoherently: "Pumpkin...is a friend, a friend, no...you can't eat it."

The young man couldn't help but raised his eyebrows, and looked up the tree knowingly, his eyes moved slightly: "You mean the partridge in the bamboo basket that is so fat that you can't see its figure? It's called 'Pumpkin'?"

Indeed, the chubby fellow in the cage, whose neck can hardly be found, is it not a fat pumpkin?Anyway, it is not much close to the birds and beasts that are common in the weekdays.

As soon as he raised his hand, the bamboo basket was held by the young man, "You raised it?"

Ziyang's small head was like pounding garlic, and his eyes were staring at the bamboo basket, for fear that the boy would regret it.

"Why is it called 'wagwa'?"

"Because... because, it most... loves to eat pumpkins, and it will... have diarrhea when it eats other things."

A partridge loves to eat pumpkins; isn't it interesting that a fat partridge only eats pumpkins?

The corner of the boy's mouth raised, and the bamboo basket containing the 'wagwa' fell into Ziyang's arms.

He happily hugged the bamboo pole that almost covered most of his body, but when he raised his head, he was stunned and could not speak at all.

The boy's smile is like peach blossoms in March, lotus blossoms in June, pear blossoms with rain, and peonies in full bloom, with the medicinal scent of wild chrysanthemums, which makes people feel a little drunk; there is a delicate cinnabar between the white eyebrows , just like a peach red falling in the deep valley, just one glance has already cast a trace of ripples on Ziyang's young heart lake.

"Toot, toot, toot, toot, toot, toot, toot..."

The two looked at the bamboo basket at the same time, and a small thing with an invisible neck was tilting its head. The two dissatisfied with their neglect of themselves, did not know what method they used, and moved their bloated bodies to the edge of the basket. As soon as I kicked my legs, I fell from the basket, like a rubber ball, and rolled several times on the ground.

"Toot, toot, toot, toot, toot, toot, toot..."

After finally stopping, the fat partridge turned its fat buttocks, swayed left and right, got into a tall grass pile, and disappeared.

"Oh... the pumpkin, don't run away!" Ziyang was shocked, and he was about to chase after him with his calf, but he didn't want to feel a sharp pain in the sole of his foot, he tilted his body, and fell heavily into the grass.

The young man couldn't help frowning, stepped forward and squatted in front of Ziyang, holding down his struggling body, "Don't move around! I won't hurt you."

Ziyang stared blankly at the young man gently lifting his right ankle, looked around, his brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes gradually became sharper.

An inch-long wooden thorn was stuck in the sole of his small foot. I don't know how far he walked with pain, and the blood stains had already stained the clogs red.

"It won't be long before your feet will be like your 'swoon', swollen into a big pumpkin." The young man took out a clean piece of handkerchief from his arms and carefully bandaged the wound. I was in a daze, thinking it was a little funny, "What are you staring at me for? I didn't let your 'pumpkin' go away this time."

"Oh...it's broken!" Ziyang suddenly came back to his senses, struggling to get up from the ground to chase the missing partridge.

"Don't move around, go back with me and take care of the wound first, how about I help you find the 'wagwa'?"

Ziyang saw the young man's white fingers supporting his dirty feet, and wrapped his ankles with a soft handkerchief, making his filth even more impressive.

He is a wild child who grew up with animals in the Steroid Valley all the year round. He has never received charity from others. His little face turned red immediately, his heart beat fast, and he was at a loss for what to do.

His speech, which had been stuttered because he seldom talked with others, was useless at this time, so he could only nod in a daze.

The young man showed a smile, stretched out his hand and rubbed Ziyang's magpie's nest-like head, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person. My name is Hua Niansu, and the one I'm thinking about is the one who's both flying together. Little guy, May I have your name?"

Ziyang stared at him blankly, and opened his mouth: "My name is... Ziyang.

The young man was slightly surprised, but soon showed a hint of understanding, and the corners of his lips slightly curved: "Well, what a good name, it really suits you."

His brows and eyes are picturesque, and fine smile lines are rippling in his eyes: "I met Ziyang for the first time, worrying about nothing, who will be the best in short songs, the wind blows the pear blossoms, and they form a pair of shadows."

Xiao Ziyang was originally an outcast. He grew up in the mountains and lived a life of scanty clothing and food, let alone reading and writing. Later, he was met by a herb collector in the mountains and took him home to feed him a few mouthfuls of hot food. He barely survived, and when he was discovered, a jade huang engraved with the word "Ziyang" was stuffed in his little swaddle, so he got a name.

Although he didn't understand the meaning of the verse, the young man's voice was sweet and soft, like a feather plucking at the heartstrings, like a trickle, making it unforgettable.

He looked up, and saw behind the young man in white, the sun was falling on the cliff like lightning, and the dark clouds in the distance suddenly disappeared. The eyes of people in the lonely world.

In the thin water mist, the young man's fair and beautiful face is hidden under the light and shadow, and the vegetation behind him seems to be gradually dyed with brilliant colors; a feeling of.

At that moment, the wind in the ear seemed to be stilled, and the young man's handsome eyebrows and eyes were like curling water waves, which suddenly crashed into the lake of Ziyang's young heart, rippling leisurely.

Ziyang thought he was dreaming, and when he met a fairy brother, he smiled softly at himself. He just wanted to keep looking at him, but no matter how he looked at him, he didn't think it was enough. He was afraid that he would disappear when he woke up from the dream.

At that time, he didn't understand what the encounter at this moment meant to him.Years later, when his eyes couldn't help but follow that person's every frown and smile, he realized that it all stemmed from his longing for that person.

When we met for the first time, that person smiled lightly, like a young seed that quietly fell into his heart, took root and sprouted, and gradually grew into a lush dense forest. The vines intertwined and formed a huge net, tightly locking him His heart became the entire starry sky above his head, and became the end of his sight...

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