As it darkened, a figure crept up close to the table in the main hall, crouching down and groping for something. This figure is none other than Comfort.

After a while, An Yi touched the things under the table, and his heart was overjoyed, and he took out the stone that had been prepared long ago from his arms, planning to steal the beams and change the pillars.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew, An Yi's face was slightly shocked, and he subconsciously looked towards the door, and a rickety figure could only see a vague black shadow under the moonlight.

The shadow of the old man hit An Yi's body, full of oppression. An Yi didn't notice it for a while, and the stone in his hand rolled to the ground, and the sound was particularly harsh in the silent darkness.

After glancing at An Yi silently, the old man turned around and walked out the door. An Yi knew that it was his fault, and obediently followed behind the old man.

Tonight's moonlight is abundant, like silver frost covering the earth, and under the bright moonlight, the details of the surface of the two people's bodies are revealed.

The bruises that appeared on his body during the beating did not leave the slightest trace on An Yi's body.

The old man walked to the big stone that he was comfortably squatting under him during the day.

When he arrived, he stopped, and the old man looked at the moon shadow in the river without saying a word. An Yi lowered his head and subconsciously breathed lightly.

Silent for a long time.

The twelve-year-old is not strong. Maybe I finally couldn't stand it, or maybe I couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere and comfortably defended myself.

"I ...... I just want to read. ”

The boy's voice broke the oppressive atmosphere. With a long exhale, Comfort continued.

"Since you take that book on the table, it means that this book is no longer important, right?"

The old man remained silent.

For the first time, the boy was angry at the old man.

"Did you save me just to beat me, isn't three months enough?"

The old man turned to look at Anyi, but remained silent.

An Yi looked at the fire.

"In the past three months, have you said a word except before hitting me with bamboo?"

“......”

"Every time I go to get that book, you drag me out and stand all night, have you explained anything?"

The boy was still trying to say something, and a bamboo stick came straight over.

"I ......" opened his mouth, and the last words were gagged in his throat.

“...... More on that tomorrow. ”

These were the last words that caught the boy's ears before he fell unconscious.

Three poles on the sun.

Inside the room, the old man was lying on the table, writing and drawing with a brush in his hand.

Inside, the young man's eyelids moved slightly, and then closed again. Then he slowly opened the corners of his eyes and secretly looked at the old man on the table.

"Now that you are awake, get up. ”

As he spoke, the movements in the old man's hands did not slow down.

"From now on, you don't have to be beaten, and you don't have to drink medicine. ”

Hearing this, An Yi jumped out of bed in a panic, and ran to the old man's side with a nervous face.

"You're not going to want me, are you?"

"But I have to run 20 miles a day. The old man finished the rest of the sentence unhurriedly.

An Yi stood in place with an embarrassed face, neither to go nor to stay.

"What are you doing, going to cook. ”

The old man's free hand waved impatiently, and he was about to leave in peace.

Clumsily walked to the door, and was about to go out when he stopped abruptly.

An Yi turned around and said cheekily: "Then ...... about me reading books?"

"You can't see it until you're done!"

A wave of qi spread from the old man's body and rushed towards comfort. An Yi had no choice but to withdraw, and then the wooden door slammed shut, almost hitting the nose of the person at the door.

Meals are comfortably prepared these days.

The first cooked meals were either half-cooked or burnt. There are a series of questions in the middle and I won't go into details.

The meal was eaten, and by the way, the old man's share was prepared, and the comfort was immediately opened.

Twenty miles, say more or less, say no less. Adults can run in half an hour.

The twelve-year-old boy jogged alone around the edge of the valley, and the old man did not set a rule for how long he wanted to run anyway.

Cranky thinking can effectively divert attention and indirectly relieve physical fatigue.

For the first time in three months, An Yi was able to calm down and sort out her problems.

The first is the issue of identity.

I just made a wish to the meteor and fainted inexplicably. When I woke up, I saw an old man, and my body was back to the way it was when I was a teenager.

Bombarded by the Internet, he knows what the situation is, but he doesn't know if he has a serious identity here, or is he completely a black household?

And then there's the identity of the old man.

After waking up, the old man showed that he was a comfortable life-saving benefactor, not to mention, and beat him for nearly three months for no reason, even if he would be cured every day, he would still be angry in his heart.

In the end, of course, it is the force value of this world.

Even an old man is so powerful, An Yi is really curious about what the peak force of this world is. Could it be the kind of "jumping dozens of feet and slapping a broken stone wall"?

"Whew——!"

At the same time as the voice came, An Yi felt a shadow pass over his face in an instant.

Looking around, there is nothing peculiar, and that is in heaven.

The sky in front of him was as blue as a wash, and there was ...... behind him No, there is something!

"What's flying?"

It's not the first time An Yi has been surprised that people can fly, but the "person who can fly" still collapsed his worldview that he had finally stabilized.

An Yi ran towards the "flying man" desperately, his brain was completely empty, and he followed.

in the hut.

The old man recalled the enlightenment books he had studied when he was a child, and at the same time transcribed them on paper in imitation of his mother's impression.

The one who taught the old man to read and write from an early age was the old man's mother and adoptive mother.

Although I don't know how many years have passed, and what happened between the adoptive mother and the old man has long been blurred, the kind side face of the adoptive mother is still deeply engraved in the old man's heart.

The child's appearance is really similar to the adoptive mother, although it cannot be said to be carved out of a mold, there are five or six percent of the similarities. This is also the reason why this child was saved in the first place.

After settling down, the old man was about to put down his pen, but there was a roar outside the courtyard.

Frowning and putting down the pen, the old man was in a rather bad mood.

"My predecessor didn't say goodbye three years ago, I never thought that I would come to this mortal world, no wonder so many people didn't find you. ”

Hearing this rather pleasant voice, the wrinkles on the old man's face were a little less, but he was still a little displeased.

Turning around to look out the door, I saw a girl dressed in white, with a white veil on her face, and only a pair of autumn eyes exposed.

"How did you find this girl, didn't I say don't come to me if it's okay?"

The corners of the girl's eyes rose, and she said with a smile: "Isn't this an accident?"

The old man's expression darkened for a moment.

"The seal is loose?" said the old man's voice with a rare hint of solemnity.

The girl's complexion did not change in the slightest, and it was still so brisk.

"Nope. ”

The old man subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, but the girl turned her eyes to look outside the courtyard, panting and comfortable with her hands on her knees.

The young man looked at the situation in the courtyard, took a breath, and blurted out the question that he had held for a long time: "Why do you fly?"