"Hey, Lao Zhang, is there any good prey in the mountain today?"
"Good look, look, two pheasants, one wild boar.
"Tsk, two fat pheasants, this wild boar too, your family has been blessed these days, it seems that I have to go to the door."
The other party looked at the prey and said with envy.
"Yo, Aunt Wang, what's new lately?"
"Of course there is, I heard that recently, the old Li girl and the old Chen boy walked very close, several people were behind the grove, and they saw them talking about love, maybe one day our village will have a happy wine to drink."
Aunt Wang said with a smile.
"You kid, don't work hard, just sleep at home, see if I don't kill you today.
Áyi's young man, carrying a wooden stick, chased and beat a young child, but like a flash monkey, flexibly escaping.
"Look, Lao Zhao is teaching his lazy son a lesson again."
Someone next to him said.
"Lao Zhao, the son, is too lazy, and he can come out to work for one or two days out of ten days, which is considered a trace.
It's a waste to be such a lazy person to have such good skills," someone said with regret.
Conversations like these, all the time, regardless of the portal, without distinction between objects, take place here, in a small village surrounded by mountains.
Perhaps, because it is surrounded by mountains, the village cannot communicate with the outside world, but it can be regarded as a paradise.
There are more than 100 households in the village, and each family has a different surname, which is an unusual phenomenon.
No one in the village knew why they lived here, not even the oldest in the village, who was over 100 years old.
It is as if from the distant past, the people of the village, put down roots here.
Because there is no way to know, slowly no one pays attention to this matter.
There is no channel to communicate with the outside world, and the people of the small village have always been self-sufficient.
Fortunately, the area is blessed with good mountains and water, and the land is suitable for farming, and the villagers live by primitive methods such as farming, hunting, digging wells, and drinking mountain springs.
Perhaps it is this environment that makes the people very hardworking and friendly.
The land is cultivated by everyone, the water is also dug by everyone together, hunting is often together, and the mountains and water are always carried together, the road is not left behind, and the house is not closed at night.
The sunset came inadvertently.
For the people in the village, it means the end of going out, except for the exchanges between neighbors, or people have three urgent needs and have to go, the villagers generally do not choose to leave their homes.
And the arrival of the sunset also means that the time for the men who hunt or chop wood in the mountains has arrived.
At this time, the women and girls of the village will come to the southernmost part of the village, which is also the only path of the mountain, and wait for the return of their husbands, fathers, grandfathers, sons, or their favorite objects, forming a unique scenery.
The mountain is not too dangerous, not to mention that there are still so many people going together, but the worry between relatives is always inevitable, even if they do not bring back any prey, as long as they can see the safety of their relatives, it is enough to satisfy these women who stay at home.
In the same way, every man who returns, more or less, will be greeted by one, or two relatives, and some even the whole family comes, after all, there is not much entertainment here, and staying at home is boring.
And mixed with these pleasant crowds is a slightly out of place.
"Xiaochen, you're not hurt."
Noticing the presence of the child, the woman who knew her well asked with concern.
The boy didn't look very old, eleven or twelve, but like the adult men around him, no, he was holding more prey.
Not only that, but behind his slightly thin body, he carried on his back two pieces of firewood the size of him.
"No injuries, thank you, Mama Zhou."
The boy said with a childish smile.
And so, it went like this.
The direction in which the young man was going, there was no greeting from his relatives, perhaps there were greetings from the villagers, but the young man was just smiling, walking over like this, without the slightest intention to stop.
And the direction in which the boy is heading is only a small house.
"I'm back."
Habitually reciting in his mouth, the young man put the heavy firewood under the window, lifted it under his feet, shook off the dust, and then, carrying the two wild boars he had hunted, pushed the door of the house with a writhing sound, and walked in.
No one answered the boy, for there was no one in the room, and all that could be seen at a glance was a bed, a square table, a bench, a cupboard, a stove, and so on.
Although it is simple, it is staggered and cleaned, making it a suitable environment for people to live in.
After the boy simply disposed of the boar, he did not hesitate and began to cook.
After tossing for more than half an hour, the boy finally settled the dinner, and after tidying up the dishes and chopsticks by the way, there was nothing else to do.
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Generally, in other villagers' homes, it is not their own family that gets together to talk and chat, but to play games to pass the boring nighttime.
Otherwise, I went to the neighbor's house and talked about family life.
At least, for the rest of the villagers, it wasn't hard to pass the time.
But for this young man, it was a little difficult.
First of all, the teenager has no family, and secondly, the teenager is not willing to go to other people's homes to disturb him.
"Let's go and do wood carving."
The boy chose one of the things he often did, carving wood carvings.
This craft was discovered by the young man himself, and without the teaching of others, it is better to say that there is only one person in the whole village who engraves wood carvings.
The tool was naturally a knife made by the boy himself, and the material was firewood that the boy had chopped from the mountain.
Although the tools and materials are very simple, it is not difficult for a teenager who has become skilled to engrave a beautiful wood carving.
Half an hour's effort, the young man's hand, a rather decent wood carving, has been formed.
Although the details are very rough, the appearance is faintly visible.
The young man played with the wood carving back and forth, as if he was looking at it and playing with it.
"That's how it feels?"
The boy stared at the wood carving, muttering.
Scratching his head, the boy placed the wood carving on the square table, picked up another piece of wood, and began a new round of carving.
After another half an hour's effort, another wood carving of the young man's hand gradually took shape.
This time, the teenager didn't mess with it, but directly put the new product next to the previous one.
Two wood carvings leaned against each other, facing the boy.
The young man looked at it, still a little dissatisfied, and said, "It seems that something is still missing." ” The boy took out a third piece of wood, the difference was that the previous one was much smaller.
It seemed that the answer to carving a child was soon revealed, and the third wood carving was soon carved, and sure enough, the wood carving that appeared in the boy's hand was in the shape of a child.
And the previous two, one is a man and the other is a woman, which adds up to form a family.
That's exactly what I thought in my heart, and put the third wood carving between the first two wood carvings, and the appearance of a family of three appeared in front of the young man's eyes.
"This should be home."
The young man looked at the three wood carvings, and such a sentence leaked out of his mouth, slightly sentimental.
Perhaps in this small village, there are more than 100 families, but there is only one teenager, and only the teenager is alone.
"Let's go to bed early."
The boy put away the three wooden carvings and was about to rest, when there was a knock at the door.
"Xiaochen, have you slept?"
The voice was Zhou's mother.
The young man replied, "I didn't sleep, what's the matter with Mother Zhou?"
as he spoke, he walked to the door and pulled it open.
"Nothing, come on, these things are for you."
As soon as she opened the door, Zhou's mother didn't say a word, and directly pushed a package to the teenager.
"These are," the boy wondered.
Zhou's mother said: "It's not a big deal, just some clothes." ” The young man was silent, and only after a long time did he say, "Mother Zhou, thank you."
"But there's nothing more to it than that.
Such a reaction may have been expected, but Zhou's mother still couldn't help but sigh and said, "Xiaochen, you are willing to accept it, it's just."
Zhou's mother hesitated for a long time, looking at the young man's tenacious expression, and in the end, she didn't just continue this.
"I'll go back first, and if there's anything missing to tell me, there's nothing to worry about."
Zhou's mother seems to have just come to deliver something, and she plans to leave after sending it.
In this regard, the young man did not speak, but just nodded, indicating that he knew, and did not keep it.
After a while, Zhou's mother's figure gradually disappeared into the night.
"Really, I'm sorry."
The boy closed the door and put the package in his arms, but he didn't mean to take it out and look at it.
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Actually, this is not the first time Fengchen has accepted Zhou's mother's things.
At first, the teenager was reluctant to accept it, but the teenager didn't insist on it after many times, but he just accepted it, but he never opened it, let alone used it.
The boy also knew that it was rude to do this, but there was always a hurdle in his heart.
Zhou's mother was very good to him, and the people in the village were very good to him, but I don't know why, the young man always felt strange in his heart.
Thinking of this, the young man took out the three wood carvings that had been put on the table, and looked at the three wood carvings that had become a family, and the young man's heart felt a burst of pain for no reason.
"Why can't I accept them, why can't I let go of these?"
the boy asked himself, but he couldn't find the answer, just like the countless nights in the past few years, the boy gradually fell asleep with questions.
"Remember, child, that I am your father, and perhaps you don't know what the word father means.
But it doesn't matter, later, when you grow up, you'll understand.
Now, you just need to know that what you are going to experience next, no matter how intoxicating it is, you have to firmly believe that all of this is false and illusory. ” The young man in the dream, looking at the scene in front of him, was a father teaching his child, although the boy did not understand what this father was teaching and what it meant.
But the teenager had to listen carefully, to understand, to experience.
It's just because that young man's eyes, the child who is listening to his father's teaching, is the young man himself.
Fake is fake, and the teenager doesn't understand what it means.
If it's just the first time to have such a dream, the teenager won't care so much, but if he starts from being sensible and keeps doing it, the teenager can't help but care, and he can't help but believe, even if he doesn't understand.
This is also the reason why the teenager has always been reluctant to accept the villagers.
No matter how real the teenager's feelings are, he always has this dream in his heart, and he always warns himself in his heart that all this is false and illusory.
"But what if I know it's all false," the boy wondered, he had tried to leave the village, but no matter how he walked, he couldn't get out of the forest, and if he hadn't retreated in time, he might not even be able to return at night.
You can't move forward, you can't go backward.
The boy fell into such a dilemma.
"Hehe, boy, you already knew that everything in front of you was unreal."
The boy who was sleeping in his dream suddenly appeared in his brain, which startled the boy.
"You, who are you" encountered this situation for the first time, and the teenager couldn't react for a while.
"Don't get excited, calm down, otherwise the dream will be broken, and I won't be able to talk to you."
His voice trembled a little.
Although he was a little reluctant, but when it came to the illusory, the boy still calmed his mood according to what his voice said.
"Who are you and why are you in my dreams," the boy asked as soon as he calmed down.
"I am, forget it, you don't know who I am to tell you, let's talk about your problems first," the voice owner said.
"My question, what's wrong with me," the boy asked, pretending to be a little unconvinced.
"Hehe, what's wrong with you, don't you know yourself" The owner of the voice is not a child like a teenager, and the people who have seen it have eaten more rice than the teenager, how can I not know that this is the teenager's deliberate doing, deliberately poking the teenager's weakness, not without pride.
"Even if I have a problem, what can you do," the young man said with some unpleasantness.
"Hehe, what can I do to help you break through this illusion," the voice owner sneered.
"You, you can break through this illusion" At this moment, the young man's voice trembled.
A problem that had plagued him for several years, and suddenly one day, in a dream, a voice told him that it could solve the problem, which couldn't help but make the teenager not excited.
As for doubt, in such a world where everyone doubts themselves, someone finally agrees with him, and is willing to point out a clear path, even if he knows that it is impossible, the teenager will still go on without hesitation, not to mention, the result is not necessarily.
"As long as you are willing to do what the old man says, I can help you break through this illusion."
The owner of the voice replied, but he could not hide the irrepressible excitement in his voice.
"You help me, what good do you have" quickly reacted, there is no such good thing in the world, if the other party has no purpose, the young man can't believe what he says.
"Hehe, boy, the feeling is quite keen, that's right, the old man can't do things that are not good for himself, but what the old man is for, I just won't tell you, whether you want to do what I say, you choose."
The owner of the voice teased the boy.
"You," the young man was angry for a while, if it was something else, the young man might give up like this, but this matter alone, the young man couldn't let go.
"I promise you that you can do it" The young man gritted his teeth and said, looking extremely reluctant, but helpless, if the owner of the voice is standing in front of the young man now, I am afraid that he will be beaten by the young man, provided that the young man can win the master of the voice.
"Hehe, boy, even if you are smart, don't blame me for grabbing your weakness, the old man is also forced to do so, if there is another way, why should the old man embarrass you for a child" said the voice owner.
"You tell me how to do it, I'm not interested in your purpose, I just hope you don't lie to me."
The young man snorted coldly and said.
"Of course I won't lie to you, the old man still has this reputation," the voice owner said a little arrogantly, and then as if he remembered something, he said: "Since you promised to help me do this, whether it is good for you or not, the old man owes you a favor, but I don't have the habit of owing favors to others, so let's do it, boy, by the way, what is your name?"
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"Forget about favors, if you really didn't lie to me, you can help me break through this illusion, it's already a great kindness to me, as for my name," the young man paused and said: "My surname is Feng, and my single name is one dust, you can call me Fengchen." ”: