Snake Tale

The Story of the Snake · Zhou Budan

Words: 1929

更新时间：2017-11-1221:41:23

The child opened his eyes.In the blue sky, there was a blue moon, and the moonlight streamed into his blue eyes.

There was silence outside the window, wild cats, birds, and noisy neighbors all fell asleep at the same time.He seemed to be able to hear the smooth, sweet breathing of his mother in the side room.He tiptoed off the couch.Many rattan utensils stacked on the ground cast mottled shadows and stretched out their fingers and claws towards him.He went around very vigilantly, and came to the yard without a sound.

He knelt in the yard, pried up a stone slab under the low steps, and reached down.His fingertips seemed to have touched ice, he squeezed it, and pulled out a dagger.The blade with the sheep's head pattern is only about a foot long, and it emits a blue light.The child looked at it.Jian Guang is like a pair of lively eyes, and his eyes are like swords.

He jumped lightly and stood in the center of the narrow courtyard.A horizontal sword, stepping and moving, every move, every move, very carefully rehearsing the martial arts taught by the court martial artist.

This set of swordsmanship only taught the seventh move, and chaos arose in the palace.The mother yelled at Gong'e to pack up her valuables and prepare to flee. She couldn't bear to let go of those pearls, hairpins, jade and jade horses, and she couldn't let go of that one. They weighed heavily on four or five cars, and they were escorted before they left the country. The servant girl was taken away by force.Nothing was left but the sword which the boy hid next to him.But it was also thanks to the greed of the thief, who ostentatiously took the treasures from the palace to the market, and actually died for the mother and son under the pursuit of the brothers.

His mother took him to this remote village, trying to hide his strength and bide his time, waiting for the turmoil in the capital to subside.But this vision of "peace" seems like a luxury.The mother and son are branded with marks that are incompatible with the backcountry.The mother's slender fingers, which were used to dyeing Danko, could not adapt to the heavy labor, so she had to make fake hands from the villagers.But the most unbearable thing for him was not the labor, but the way those rough peasants looked at his mother.Pretending to be drunk, they turned upside down in front of the fence and begged her for water with salivating faces.He also hated the pointing and contempt of women, who talked in the dark and taught their children to mock and abuse them with obscene words.

"My mother said, you are slaves who escaped from the north!" The snotty children put their hands on their hips and yelled at him arrogantly, "Take off your clothes and let us see the tattoo marks on your body!"

Without saying a word, he lowered his head and kneaded the rattan.Seeing that he ignored him, the children yelled and jumped in, one by one trampling all the work he had done for most of the day.He held back his anger, clenched his fists, stood up, turned and left.The children behind them clapped their hands and laughed, "The son of a bitch is running away! He dare not respond! The son of a bitch!"

His hot blood rushed to Luding with a "huh", and rushed towards the group of children.He was not taller or older than them, but there was a vicious force between his punches, and after a burst of smoke and dust and mud splashed, the urchins cried and begged.

He also received a lot of punches and kicks, stood up staggeringly, wiped away the blood that was dripping between his brows, and growled in a low voice, still angry: "My mother is a noble princess! My father——is the most powerful prince in the world!" !"

He always remembered that he was a nobleman.Even at this time, he didn't want to use his sword.Although he is young, he also knows that the sword is noble, because it is hidden and hidden, and it is not used when it is prepared, which is even more distinguished from the bravery of ordinary people.

But he couldn't help resenting his own weakness for letting his mother suffer such humiliation for no reason.After a hard day's work, he secretly got up to practice his sword—with the only sword that could represent his noble origin.

He practiced these short seven moves more than ten times.And tied four flat horses, fists from the waist.His legs were sore and trembling, and the newly healed blisters on his palms burst again, and he was stung by sweat, like being pierced by an iron rod.He raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his eyelashes, feeling very pleased.The shadow was reflected on the bluestone slab, and the moonlight stretched his limbs extraordinarily long, allowing the child to grow into an adult in an instant.

... One day, I will grow into a man who stands upright.He slowly puffed up his chest, looking forward to it with satisfaction.

I will have a sword of my own.I am enough to protect my mother with it.

He was immersed in reverie, and suddenly heard the sound of vessels colliding in the room, followed by a low-pitched curse.

There was a chill down his spine, the voice did not come from his mother.

He walked into the house quietly and walked to the door of his mother's room.I just ran into a man wearing only a calf-nosed jacket, his naked flesh was covered with oil and sweat, and he was wearing a belt, staggering out of the house.

The child stood frozen in place like falling into an ice cellar, but the hairs all over his body crackled and burst into sparks.

The strange man squeezed his red, swollen and festered eye sockets, and suddenly saw a child standing in the shadows with shining blue eyes.He was startled, and walked over with a smile: "Hey! What are you doing here?" After walking a few steps, he found that he was holding a cold sword in his hand.The man was startled and shouted sharply: "What do you want to do! Bring it to me!"

The child stood still.He heard the sound of his mother washing in the room, and he couldn't comprehend everything in front of him.All I saw was the man rushing towards him, but he tripped over the basket and crashed into him.

The hot and smelly body rolled down like a catastrophe, completely burying him.The greasy, sour smell of sweat rushed into the nasal cavity, making people vomit.He struggled in horror, only then did he realize that the point of his sword had already penetrated the man's heart.

Hot blood gushed out, and the man crouched on his body convulsing, slowly becoming cold.

With all his strength, the child crawled out from under the man tremblingly, with sweat and blood all over his face, and faced his mother who heard the noise in the upper room and was looking at her with a smile on an oil lamp.

Her sudden scream sounded far away.The beautiful blue eyes looked at his bloody, ominous biological son with a knife in fear, and asked him what he had done in panic.He vaguely heard her incoherently mentioning some incomprehensible words such as "prophecy" and "evil omen".And he was in a daze, at a loss as to where he was.In his mind, he could only think dully that his beloved sword had finally struck.

In this absurd night, with such dirty and vile blood.

*獍: also known as broken mirror.According to ancient books, a tiger and leopard-like beast eats its mother when it is born.