Small wood

The sky is like washed blue, revealing a unique clear blue, the clouds are as soft as sugar, almost touching the towering trees, when Amu raised his head, the tip of his nose was covered with the unique sun-baked color on the branches and leaves. The dry aroma of the hair, the breeze is like sand, although you can't see it, you can feel the softness of it brushing against the hair tip.

where is he.

He was on the tallest towering tree in the forest, and his eyes were full of green trees and sea of ​​clouds. The stream turned into a small and shimmering curve like a fingertip, and the sunlight fell on the grass blades with a light orange color visible to the naked eye. , the mountain stands like a high stone.

His clothes were torn by the wind, and the flexible tree crown supported him. Although it shook slightly, it made him feel extremely safe and comfortable.

But why is he here.

He forgot.

He squinted his eyes, and the shadows from his eyelashes made the scene in front of him darker, but more beautiful.

But this beauty is unreal, as if he is looking at it from a strange angle, everything is covered in a thin layer of mist, even the wind is overlapping, misty, more like A memory from a long time ago reminded him suddenly, and it became a dream, but he couldn't break free no matter what.

After some time, someone called him under the tree.

The voice was rough and low, with a hint of a smile, because it was a little far away, so it seemed soft, but Amu could still distinguish every word, because the voice was so familiar.

"Stinky boy, what are you doing climbing up a tree instead of hunting well?" said the voice.

Amu was so happy that he hurriedly got off half of the tree, exerting strength from his waist, and flung his body over the top of the tree. The soft branches couldn't support his body, so they bent down a little, causing him to swing unsteadily on it. : "Daddy, the weather is fine today."

Dad laughed and scolded: "Don't make excuses, come down quickly, go back to eat after practicing arrows, or your mother will pull my ears again."

Amu made a grimace, her childish little face was as red as two little clouds, her lips were as tender as peaches, and her eyebrows and eyes were curved: "Aniang is grabbing daddy, not me, so I'm not in a hurry .”

Dad smiled, and he didn't care about his nonsense, he raised his hand and the bow was full of strings.Before Amu could react, an arrow shot over, piercing the branch he was waiting for.

There was only a rattling sound, the branch snapped from it, and the leaves fell off with a clatter. Amu fell off the branch with a bang, flailing his hands and feet, and hurriedly grabbed the lower branch, clawing at it like a monkey, some of which were short. The shirt ran out of the trousers, revealing a thin waist.He was only ten years old at the time, growing too fast, and the newly made clothes looked too short within a few months, which made his mother both sad and happy.

Father came over, took off his pants, and pinched his fleshy buttocks: "Your mother will grab me, and I will grab you."

Amu twisted his buttocks in pain, swayed from side to side, grasping the branch with one hand and rubbing his buttocks with the other. He was so busy that he said, "Daddy bullied me, I want to tell mother."

"You can try it." Dad stared, hugged him who looked like a monkey, and threw him on the ground: "Hurry up, your mother stewed deer leg today."

Although there are many deer in the forest, most of the venison caught is salted and dried, so that it can be stored for the winter. Fresh stewed legs are really rare and delicious.

Amu quickly got up and picked up a bow that was about the same height as others: "Practice, practice, I will practice!"

Father laughed, and gave him a thump on the forehead: "People don't have a high bow and want to practice, use your little bow."

Amu touched his head with his hand, and with an oh sound, he took out his small bow and special arrows, compared with Dad's, it was just a toy.

When he was a child, he was still a little fat, with a round belly, and his hands were like lotus root joints. The way he held a bow was really funny, so after being laughed at by his mother many times in front of the wooden house, he would hold on to his father Practice in the mountains.

Nocking the arrows to the bowstring, although the speed was slow, they still shot three arrows in succession, and the second arrow was even tightly attached to the tail feathers of the first arrow.

A target was drawn on the tree trunk, and his three arrows hit the bull's-eye, and he became a little proud, his round eyes squinted, looking at his father crookedly, and his tender lips were raised high.

In fact, he always felt that it was not easy for him to be so obedient when he was a child, but he was taught to be so well-behaved by his aunt and father.

Dad didn't say a word, just raised the bow and shot the arrow, the arrow and arrow smashed through the bamboo, and his sight couldn't keep up with his speed of changing arrows. In just two blinks, Amu's arrows inserted in the center of the bull's eye were hit one by one. It fell, and on the bull's eye, the three arrows almost melted into one arrow, extremely close together, and one of the arrows even split the tail feathers of the previous arrow.

Amu became dejected, but he was still very unhappy at such a young age, his body was covered in mud, his chubby face was wrinkled into a bun, and tears rolled down: "I don't I won't practice anymore!"

When Father saw him crying, he shook his head and raised his sleeve to wipe his tears: "Young man, why are you crying?"

He just cried: "So what about the man, anyway, no one comes here, no one knows I'm crying!"

Dad scolded with a smile: "Then I am the one who wiped your tears."

Amu turned his face away, and burst into tears. Maybe he also felt that he was a little ashamed of crying, but he wiped away the tears obediently. His red eyelashes were raised and wet: "Father, why do you want to practice?" Well, even the bobcats can't dodge my third arrow, why do you want me to practice?"

In this forest, the fastest and smartest is the lynx, which is as big as a leopard, but Amu has already learned how to hunt and kill. He doesn't understand why Dad wants him to learn the third arrow.

Father picked him up and patted the dust off his body.

Because he didn't speak for a long time, Amu kept looking at him. The cicadas in the forest stopped for some reason, and the chirping of the queer also suddenly became quiet. He looked at Dad's messy hair, and suddenly didn't want to cry for some reason. Don't play tricks anymore, just stand up obediently.

He remembered that his father looked serious that day, with some helplessness, and some emotions that he couldn't understand when he was ten years old. He said, "One day, you will meet something stronger and more cunning than a bobcat."

Amu didn't understand, and said in a daze: "How come, A Niang said, we will stay in the mountains and forests for the rest of our lives." So how could it be possible to meet something stronger and more cunning than a bobcat.

Father didn't show any expression, he put his bow behind his back suddenly, and stood up.At that time, Dad was unbelievably tall for him who was ten years old: "Since this is the case, then I will ask you one last time, do you want to learn?"

Amu recalled the story of himself being a bully and denying himself like a monkey, and felt that it would be a bit too spineless to change his mind now, so he straightened his fat little neck, and said with a little excitement: "If you don't learn, don't learn." .”

Dad smiled and said, "It's actually quite good if you don't study."

After he finished speaking, he walked forward, his strides were big, but a little heavy, the shadow of the whirling trees among the treetops fell on him, the huge bow on his broad shoulders was covered like wings, and his messy hair was blown He tilted indiscriminately, and his clothes were ripped up.

The little Amu followed behind, only thinking that his father was so handsome, he regretted it a long time ago, wanted to learn it very much, but thought that he said he would not learn, how could he go back on his word.At a young age, he is still very stubborn, and he will not learn if he says he will not learn.In this way, he only learned how to shoot three arrows in succession, but he couldn't make his father's third arrow.But he didn't feel any regrets, because in the mountains and forests, he really couldn't use the third arrow. When he grew up, he once thought that Dad's third arrow was actually used to show his grandma how handsome he was.

Under the sun, a tall man was followed by a chubby child, holding his own little bow with regret on his face, but his eyes looked at the man with admiration, and he followed.

Suddenly, the child's figure became blurred, and another person was separated, as thin as mist, standing still.

Unaware of it like a child, he continued to walk forward.

That misty person is the current Amu. He had a dream, dreaming that he returned to his childhood, dreaming of learning archery with his father, but when they walked back, he couldn't follow anymore.

Because he thought of the man in black armor on the battlefield.

That's right, his father, he won't admit it.That was his father, a person he had admired for so long since he was a child.

The thin man standing in the forest gradually faded away, and his shoulders also collapsed, as if something extremely heavy was pressing on him, making him unable to hold it up.The gray mist gradually gathered, causing him to disappear bit by bit.

Waking up from the dream, waking up from the memories, Amu was forced to hum softly by the clear pain.

Immediately someone hugged him and patted him gently.

Amu opened his eyes, his vision was foggy, and there was a strong smell of blood at the tip of his nose.He blinked his eyes to get rid of the fog, and only then could he see the person in front of him clearly.

It was Gu Lin, his face was exhausted for some reason, and his eyes even had a faint blue halo. When he saw him awake, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly kissed him: "Amu..."

Amu only felt that half of his body was not his own, and his back was painful and hot as if on fire, and the pain was stinging and stinging with the beating of the pulse.

"Young Master..." He shouted, but his throat was so dry that he couldn't even make a sound. He was hoarse and purring like a poor kitten that had been weaned for several days.

"I'm here." Gu Lin replied in a low voice, took a sip of water and stuck it to his lips, feeding slowly and meticulously.

Amu swallowed softly, the cooling water in his mouth was neither hot nor cold, and it moistened his flaming throat a lot.

Gaining strength, Amu looked back, wanting to see if the arrow was dead and why it hurt so much.

Looking back, he almost didn't scare him, the arrow was still stuck in his body, but the tail feather was broken, the broken arrow stood straight upright, and behind him, there were no less than six or seven people standing, The brows were frowned, the one holding the basin and the medicine, but they didn't look at him, they either stared at his wound, or at the toes, and he was half naked with arrows stuck in his body, being embraced by Gu Lin On the half-lying animal skin, he understood why such a person dared not look at him.

Gu Lin blocked his line of sight with his hands, and said softly, "It will be fine."

Amu hummed lightly, but he didn't dare to move. His back hurt so badly that he broke out in a cold sweat, and his eyes turned black, but he couldn't wait for one thing and wanted to ask clearly, so he said, "Why, Daddy?" Will it be there?"