Hyosung Lonely Island

It's cold in winter, and Langyue Mountain is covered with snow.

In the early morning, the rooster crows three times and the sky turns white.

The sky outside the window gradually brightened, and when the first ray of sunlight came in, Xiao Shitou rubbed his eyes and woke up.

Blinking his eyes, seeing the figure of Xinbai by the window, Xiao Shitou opened his mouth and called out in a daze: "Grandpa—"

Xinbai turned around quickly when he heard the sound, walked over quickly, sat in front of Xiaoshitou's bed, and said in a kind voice that makes disciples in the sect get goosebumps: "Little Shitou is awake. Grandpa is dressing Xiaoshitou." ,OK?"

"Okay—" Xiaoshi yawned with his mouth open, then got up and stood sleepily on his little bed.

Xinbai picked up the clothes that had been baked warm, put on the little stone lightly, and finally put on the little hat, and hugged the little stone: "Hey, little stone is gaining weight again, grandpa hug him quickly It's not moving."

"Father said, the chubby little Shitou is the cutest." Xiaoshitou rubbed his eyes and said.

"Your father? Which father are you?" After Xinbai asked, he felt uncomfortable.Xiao Shitou replied seriously: "Chu Feiyang."

"How can you call your father's name casually? Who taught it?" Xinbai shook his head and taught.

"When my father is angry, he will call that." Xiao Shitou said confidently.

Xinbai became even more uncomfortable: "Then your father called it that way when he wasn't angry. Your father can call it that, but you can't."

"Why?" Xiaoshi asked, looking at Xinbai with wide innocent eyes.

Xin Bai paused for a moment, then explained: "They are your father, and you are their son. So your father can be called, but you cannot."

"Oh, why?" Xiaoshitou continued to question, and before Xinbai could answer, he said to himself, "Oh, I know. Because Daddy is Daddy's wife, and Xiaoshitou is Daddy's son." , so Daddy can be called Daddy Chu Feiyang, but Little Shitou cannot be called."

Xinbai's face was distorted when he heard it.This is the fact he is least willing to face, even if a small stone is right in front of him, he can deceive himself, but Wuji Tongyan cruelly reminds him of the terrible reality.

Xiao Shitou looked at Xinbai's unattractive face, opened his small mouth, frowned, and sighed.

Xinbai didn't care about Chu Feiyang any more, and quickly asked with concern: "What's the matter with Shitou? Why are you so worried, tell grandpa, grandpa will help you."

Xiao Shitou glanced at the letter, pouted and said, "Yesterday, Uncle Li told Xiao Shitou a story."

It's just a story, Xinbai breathed a sigh of relief, and asked amiably: "What story, tell grandpa."

"He said that there used to be an evil mother-in-law in their town who treated her daughter-in-law very badly, beating her, scolding her, and refusing to give her food. Uncle Li also said that all mother-in-laws in the world are evil mother-in-laws." Xiao Shitou He spoke sadly.

"So... so what?" Xinbai was puzzled.

"Grandpa, Xiao Shitou knows that Grandpa doesn't like Daddy. But, Grandpa, don't treat Daddy badly. Don't beat him and scold him, and don't give him food." Xiao Shitou was on the verge of crying, "Daddy is very Well, grandpa, don't dislike him."

Xinbai's eyes widened, and his beard moved: "Why should I beat him and scold him for not giving him food?! Feiyang him..." After talking halfway, he realized that what little Shitou was talking about was mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, so what did he say? The father mentioned is obviously... that person...

Xinbai's face was turning green.

Xiao Shitou looked at him with watery eyes, and his little face was bulging like a meat bun, as if he was going to cry for him if he didn't agree.

"Okay, okay. Little ancestor, you worry too much." Xinbai said helplessly, "I won't beat him, I won't scold him, it's okay." He sighed and said to himself, "I have to dare to do it too."

"That's great, Xiao Shitou likes grandpa the most." Xiao Shitou smiled through tears, and his eyebrows and eyes were curved, which was quite similar to that of Chu Feiyang when he was a child.

Xinbai took his little hand and squeezed it: "Go, go have breakfast with grandpa."

"En!" Little Shitou nodded heavily, twisting against Xinbai's thigh and said, "Grandpa hug."

Xinbai hugged Xiao Shitou happily, and saw the little red rouge between Xiao Shitou's eyebrows, which was put on by the maids yesterday, and now it has faded.Xinbai couldn't help thinking that Feiyang and Yunshen were also dressed up like this when they were young.The two soft little dolls had been around him all day long, but now, in the blink of an eye, they all had their lovers and forgot their father.

"Shitou likes grandpa now, and when he grows up and marries a daughter-in-law, he will forget about grandpa." Xinbai touched Xiaoshitou's tender face and sighed sadly.

"No, Xiaoshitou won't marry a wife, Xiaoshitou will always be with grandpa!" Xiaoshitou said vowedly.

"Alright, little stone will always be with grandpa." Xinbai agreed, stepping into the snow with little stone in his arms.

There are no years in the mountains.

From the day Chu Lin came here with his master, he threw a stone into the clear water pool behind the yard every day.Today, the bottom of the pool near the shore has accumulated a small pile of smooth stones.

There is a big house by the woods at the foot of the mountain, with only a narrow wooden door, which is tightly closed.It stands there quietly from morning to evening when the sun sets.

When it was getting late, the door finally moved slightly, making an imperceptible sound.After a while, with the rattling sound of the rusted door shaft turning, the small door finally opened.

A short but capable figure came out from inside, holding a sharp dagger in one hand and a ferocious severed hand in the other. His whole body was soaked in blood, but his little face under the blood was even more white and tender.

The little boy walked steadily towards the river, looked at the pile of stones at the bottom of the pool, and was silent for a moment, then squatted down to wash off the blood on his face and hands.The thin red color spread out in the water, slowly disappearing in the endless ripples.

Chu Lin walked towards the residence with his severed hand in his hand, and when he entered the door, he saw an old man with a gray beard sitting peacefully in the hall drinking tea.

Chu Lin knelt down respectfully, put his severed hand on the ground in front of him, and although he spoke in a clear and clear childish voice, it was already calm beyond his age: "Master, this apprentice has taken the wicked man's hand according to your request. Come, please take a look."

The old man finished his tea leisurely before walking to the young man and looking at the severed hand on the ground.

"That's right. It took Feiyang an hour to practice for the first time, but he was already two years older than you at the moment. Lin'er only took half a day to complete the task, comparable to your father." The old man said with satisfaction. .

There was a joyful smile on Chu Lin's small face.

"But..." the old man pondered again.

"But what?" Chu Lin raised his head and looked at the old man seriously with his black and white eyes.

These eyes reminded the old man of another pair of almost identical eyes.The same beautiful pupils contained completely different content at this time.Those eyes must be full of innocence, like all children who have not experienced the ups and downs of the world, carefree, shining like the most beautiful black pearls.And the pair of eyes staring at him in front of him, even though they were equally beautiful and elegant, had too much luster that they shouldn't have at this age.It was the color of blood.

"However, you are still different from your father." The old man stroked his beard and said slowly.

"What's the difference?" Chu Lin bit his lower lip unwillingly.

"Is that villain dead or alive?" the old man asked suddenly.

Chu Lin froze for a moment before replying, "I didn't kill him."

The old man chuckled and said, "When I arrested this person as a teacher, I told you about his top ten crimes. Lin'er thinks he deserves to die?"

Chu Lin lowered his head and thought for a moment before raising his head again: "He deserves to die."

"Then why didn't you kill him?"

"I... Master only asked me to take his right hand." Chu Lin replied, then lowered his head again.

"The reason why Feiyang only took an hour for his first practice is because he only had one goal from the beginning to the end, to kill the prey." The old man sat back in his grand teacher's chair, held up the teacup and said, "To kill the prey, Whether you want his hands or his head, it is not difficult. You are not as ruthless as him, so you are not as fast as him."

Chu Lin bit his lower lip and knelt straight.

The old man waved his sleeves, and a gust of wind lifted the little man up.

"Lin'er, come here." The old man beckoned, and when Chu Lin walked in front of him, the old man hugged him, wiped a little blood on his cheek with his fingers, and sighed: "Isn't my teacher saying that you are not as good as you?" father. You are just kinder than your father."

"My father is the kindest man." Chu Lin looked up at the old man and argued earnestly.

The old man smiled and said: "Yes, of course he is a good person. If he has a bad heart, death for the teacher is not enough to atone for his sins."

"Ah, what's going on here, why is Xiao Lin'er covered in blood?" At this moment, a voice suddenly came in, and then a handsome young man walked in the door, with a longbow on his back and a strong suit You Xian is capable, and he is carrying a few rabbits and pheasants in his hands.

"Senior Brother Xiaosong." Chu Lin called obediently.

"Little Lin'er practiced for the first time today, you know how to play." The old man scolded with a smile.

Xiaosong put down the prey in his hand, hurried forward and pulled Chu Lin to the front, touched up and down, and asked concerned: "How is it, is there any injury?" Then he was dissatisfied with the old man: "It's all because of the bad master. How could I possibly be prepared to ask Xiao Liner to do some training without saying a word? Besides, he is only a small person, how can he deal with those villains who have been endangering the world for many years? What if he gets hurt? ?”

The old man stood up, waved his hands and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, I can't talk to you as a teacher. Take your junior brother to wash up and let him rest early."

Xiao Song responded, and took Chu Lin to the backyard courteously.

After washing with three buckets of warm water, Chu Lin turned into a white, tender and juicy doll again, without the slightest trace of blood-soaked chill during the day.

Chu Lin was lying on the bed, and Xiao Song skillfully massaged the acupuncture points on his joints with his hand soaked in essence.

"Brother, help you cast a spell, so that Xiao Lin'er will grow tall and mighty in the future!" Xiao Song said to Chu Lin with a smile while carefully controlling his strength.

"Just like my father?" Chu Lin asked curiously.

"Yes, just like your father and my elder brother." Xiaosong nodded his little nose, and replied with a smile, "At the beginning, it was the master who helped the elder brother press it. Otherwise, he practiced martial arts so early, how could he grow up to such a size?" Stupid big guy."

"My father is not stupid..." Chu Lin muttered, opened his rosy mouth and yawned, and began to feel sleepy.

Xiaosong massaged Chu Lin's whole body, packed up his things, and then blew out the lights, and quietly retreated out.

Chu Lin opened his eyes in the dark, groped under the pillow with his small hands, and found three peach pits, two larger ones and one smaller one, and put them in front of his face, looked at them quietly for a while, gently Authentic: "Daddy, daddy, brother, good night."

At the same time, far away on Langyue Mountain——

Xiao Shitou, who had already fallen asleep obediently, woke up suddenly, crying loudly, clear tears overflowed his eyes, and flowed all over his fair cheeks: "I want Lin'er, I want Lin'er..."

Xin Yunshen in the study heard the sound, rushed over a few steps, lit a candle, hugged Xiaoshi in his arms and coaxed him distressedly, but couldn't coax him well.

"Give it to me." Following several pleasant bells, a clear but gentle voice appeared behind him, and Xin Yunshen hurriedly handed over the small stone.

Little Stone slowly calmed down in the embrace exuding a faint fragrance, holding the long black hair hanging on his shoulders with both hands, and gradually fell into a deep sleep again.

"Lin'er, Little Shitou misses you so much..." Little Shitou still had tears on his cheeks, and he gently wiped them away with a slender finger.

A pair of big hands with well-defined joints wrapped those hands.

"Gao Fang, you are so beautiful, you are so fragrant..." Xin Yun murmured obsessively, put his hands on his lips and kissed lightly.

Gao Fang walked to the bed, put the small stone on the bed, covered the quilt, and then turned his head and smiled.

"Go back to your room early tonight."