He can't forget that he was six years old.

He likes to go to Uncle Zhu's house the most, because the food at his uncle's house is the best, and he also likes his uncle's brother the most, and the younger brother takes him crazy everywhere in the wilderness.

He couldn't forget that night, his father crossed the Jiuqu River with the iron horses of the Lanma Division, and unexpectedly appeared in Youxiong Mountain.

The tribes of the Jiuli tribe had just returned from the battlefield with the demon wolf clan and the merchant sheep, and they were already very tired and suffered heavy casualties.

That year, the Terrans had a great drought, and the Terrans had no choice but to go north to borrow grain, and the demon wolves and merchant sheep joined forces to resist the enemy.

The impact of the great drought on the human race is very great, because of the great drought breeding locust plague, the tribes that have ravaged the human race, everywhere there is no harvest, if you do not borrow food from other races, many people in the human race will starve to death.

The battlefield was very tragic, and the Jiuli tribe fought out the main forces of the demon wolf and Shang Yang, but neither the demon wolf nor Shang Yang gave in.

The Jiuli tribe could no longer fight, and the Xiongshan was repaired, and the Lanma tribe took over Jiuli and continued to put pressure on the demon wolf and the merchant sheep, and the most difficult bones were gnawed by the Jiuli tribe, and the rest was to harvest the fruit.

However, the Lanma Division, which was supposed to appear on the battlefield with the demon wolf and the merchant sheep, appeared in Youxiong Mountain.

One by one, they were like bloodthirsty devils, who killed people when they saw them, and there were bears under the mountain, and rivers of blood flowed like rivers.

There were fires everywhere, torches and burning houses lit up the sky, and everywhere there were the cries of people, and there were bears with red eyes, and everywhere they passed, young and old, were killed.

The little brother Zhu Liyang pulled him around to avoid this group of warriors like beasts, many times he thought that he couldn't live anymore, and pulled Zhu Liyang to death.

That night was very cold and very long.

He couldn't walk anymore, he fell into a silt pond, he felt like he was going to freeze to death, he felt that if Zhu Liyang kept pulling him like this, he would die together sooner or later.

"Brother, brother, don't worry about me, you go!" he said anxiously.

"Silly brother, let's go together!" Zhu Liyang replied to him every time.

"Brother, are we going to die?" he said uneasily.

"Silly brother, with my brother here, we won't die!" Zhu Liyang comforted him like this every time.

A mad horse stepped on him and leaped over the pool of silt, and he sank into the mud, and he felt the cold water pour into his lungs.

Zhu Liyang pulled him dead and slowly pulled him out of the mud.

He saw that Zhu Liyang's ten fingers were all bloody, and bones had been exposed in his fingers.

However, Zhu Liyang still did not give up, and still stubbornly dug him out, holding him to shuttle around the battlefield, avoiding the war horses of the Lanma Division.

"Brother, please, let me go, I can't do it. "He felt frozen all over, he felt like he had a fever, he was burning.

"You fool!" Zhu Liyang said, "Abba and Aunt said, I have grown up, I have to take care of my younger brother, I must let you out alive." ”

Zhu Liyang said very stubbornly.

That night, they didn't know how long they had walked, and they didn't know how much they had walked.

Behind them, there were no shouts or fights, and no more glare of fire.

He was no longer conscious, and was half-hugged and half-dragged by ten-year-old Zhu Liyang.

"Silly brother, silly brother, you are not a stupid brother, you don't sleep, you don't sleep!" Zhu Liyang was afraid that he would not be able to wake up again if he fell asleep, so he kept talking to him, and his body was amazingly hot.

Zhu Liyang hugged him tightly and kept calling his name while he was sleeping.

Finally, Zhu Liyang also reached the limit, he couldn't move anymore, he fell to the ground and couldn't get up anymore, but he still hugged Ji Youregret tightly, and was still comforting him: "Brother, brother, don't be afraid, brother is here, don't be afraid!"

It was Grandma Yan who found them.

Ji Youregret kept holding Zhu Liyang's hand tightly, without saying a word, he knew the way things were, he was angry, he was ashamed, he felt sorry for his uncle and aunt, sorry for his brother, and sorry for those who liked him.

He even wanted to die.

Ji Yun found him, and the way he looked at his father was not like he was looking at his father, it was just a look at a stranger.

He thought to himself that from that night on, this man had nothing to do with me.

From that day on, he became silent, and his face became unusually pale, which the doctor said was because of the cold that had been accumulated in his body that night.

He never had the courage to see Zhu Liyang, and he has been hiding for many years.

On his birthday when he was ten years old, he ignored his father as usual, but his father explained to him: "I am with your Uncle Zhu, the power of the human race is too strong, it will break the balance of the Great Wilderness, and the gods think that Uncle Zhu and I must get rid of one of them." ”

He ignored his father, and he didn't need him to understand.

"We despise the gods, the gods can't do anything about us, they can't come and deal with us in person, right? I have seen more of their agents," Ji Yun continued to explain, "but that time was different, the human race catastrophe, everywhere there was no harvest, that is, demon wolves and merchant sheep, even if we wiped them out, we wouldn't be able to get much food, there were natural disasters everywhere." ”

He didn't even look at his father.

"Your uncle is an envoy of the gods, and the gods mean that if I can get rid of your Uncle Zhu and the Jiuli Division, I will let the human race survive the disaster year safely, and if it is you, what will you do?"

After Ji Yun finished speaking, he didn't say anything more to this silent son.

He turned around and left, and left a sentence: "From today onwards, your name will be Ji Youregret." ”

He embraced the new name.

Later, he also learned that his father was also present when Ma stepped on Bear Mountain, but it was his uncle who stood behind him.

His uncle's knife never left his father's back.

His father never said it.

When he grew up, he asked about it, and his father said, "I have this intention, but what if I don't have this intention, and put a knife on my neck?"

But he heard a story that his uncle told the warriors of the Lanma tribe: "When the day comes, as long as there is one person standing in the Jiuli tribe on the bear mountain, your khan will die." ”

Ji Feng was discredited in this battle and became a public enemy of the human race, and many people wanted to eat his flesh raw, but because he was an oracle, they could not kill him.

Everywhere he went, people pointed at his back, people spat at him, no matter how he explained it.

Therefore, in the end, he could only live in Zhushan, and lived alone in Zhushan.

When he got older, Ji Youregret forgave his father, he understood his father's weakness, his father did not tell the truth in order to protect his brother and the human race, and he also carried the infamy, which he never explained.

He's been doing it.

He took in the remnants of the Jiuli tribe and gave Zhu Wuxing's surviving son the best education, and he regarded him as his other son.

On the day of Zhu Wudaunt's death, he sat alone on the mountain, staring blankly at the direction of Youxiong Mountain, he sighed and said: "If I had been decisive, you should have survived, you must have a way, and you will not live as painfully as me." ”

Ji Youregret knowing what his father meant, if his uncle Ji Feng told him what the gods thought, if he chose to die by himself, Jiuli would not be wiped out, and Zhu Wuxing would not have to die.

His children, his favorite nephews, do not see themselves as enemies.

Ji Youregret wanted to tell his father that he had forgiven him, and he also wanted to tell him that Zhu Liyang had also forgiven him. But he didn't say anything.

Ji Youregret stood in front of the grave, and he understood why Grandma Yan wanted to bury them together.

Father's brothers, they love each other, they are brothers.

They love each other in different ways, but they love each other deeply, so simple, but so complicated.

In Ji You's regretful eyes, tears slipped down.

A pair of big hands patted him on the shoulder, and he didn't have to look back, he knew it was Zhu Liyang.

He had slipped into his chest and wept as he had done when he was a child, but he didn't.

Because, he is Ji Youregret, the white-faced old tenth of the human race, and the new khan of the Lanma Tribe.