The sky darkened, and a large cloud pressed down, covering the isolated and remote village. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In a dark room, there were bursts of gasps, "whoops," as if a dying beast was lying inside.

The wind blew tightly, a window on the dilapidated house creaked open, and the wind quickly poured in, and there was a sound of "ping pong", and the strange thing was that the wheezing sound in the house was not drowned out by this, but was unusually penetrating, and the sound was majestic and heavy like an ancient thunderbolt.

Under the dim sky, a shadow gradually approached......

She pushed open the door lightly, and saw him in her eyes, a gray-clothed man who couldn't tell his age, his face was also gray and terrible, his eyes were dark, and he looked bored.

The man in gray barely moved, raised his face in the dim room, his eyes were as indifferent as a calm lake, there was no extra emotion beyond that, there seemed to be no one in this world who could make him look at it, let alone anything worthy of his concern, he had no heart...

But the girl was shocked by his contemptuous look, "Oh my God, he wasn't blind."

Her heart fluctuated, and she glanced at him with emotion.

"Are you feeling better," the girl's voice was as astringent as the wind outside the door, "Now, you wait", and turned to hand over a bowl of water from a corner of the room.

There was a crisp "click".

The man threw the water to the ground unappreciatively. The girl then picked up the broken bowl, and her face was flat and she didn't seem to care at all.

"You—" The man's eyelids jumped, and the cold light flashed under his eyes, then dimmed again, then sighed lightly, and lay down upside down.

Lying on a very rudimentary wooden bed.

The girl blinked her eyes and watched him wrap the quilt under her again, and couldn't help frowning, as if she was quite disappointed.

What the hell is he? The girl's suspicious face was imprinted with two red clouds of reverie, and to be honest, this question had been bothering her. I still remember that when he first came, it was a stormy daylight, everyone was still doing farm work in the fields, just when everyone was busy, he fell from the sky, and smashed a big hole in the ground with a "bang". The audience was stunned, what was going on, hail.

When everyone came back to their senses and found the people who fell from the sky, they all thought that a natural disaster had thrown people here, and the people in the pit were naturally more than lucky. But he never expected that when everyone was gathered around and was about to bury him on the spot, he unexpectedly got up, patted his ass as if no one was around, and stretched his waist under the horrified eyes of the villagers. didn't care that his whole body was charred black, as if he had been roasted by coals, his clothes did not cover his body, and even the most basic parts were naked in front of everyone. There were many girls in the field, watching dumbfounded, with red faces and red ears, and their mouths stammered......

A few were even surprised: "Wow, that's so small."

Like other villagers, Tian Xiaoye and her grandfather also rushed over from the neighborhood to join in the fun, and when she happily pulled her grandfather and looked up at the door, she seemed to notice that this disheveled man seemed to be very sad and sad. There was endless sadness in his eyes, a despair of being abandoned by the whole world and falling from the top of the highest mountain.

He left the crowd gloomily.

Walking like a soul without a shell, the wind swept past him, mercilessly passing through his body, the things in front of him seemed confused, and behind him was a silent and lonely land,

She followed him, looking at him with fascination, for to her, a little girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, in the eyes of a special species.

She didn't understand why he could not speak for so long, because in most cases she only had to stay alone for half an hour, and no one would talk to her, and she would feel uncomfortable and unspeakably uncomfortable.

She couldn't understand why he could look at the golden sky for so long, motionless, as if it were still.

He seemed to be asleep peacefully, but his eyes were looking into the distance without blinking.

The distance seemed to have no end under his eyes, and his expression was like the last infatuation of a prison about to be imprisoned in the last of the earth, the melancholy and yearning for the place from which he could never return.

When it was dark, she called him as a matter of course: "Now, it's time to go home for dinner." He turned his head, and after a while, he let out an "um".

Walking on the road, there are reckless fields, weeds, and trees around you. At night, the sound of frogs, crickets, and some other unknown sounds came and went, and it was very lively. For him, this is a different world.

When she reached a hut, she knocked at the door. The old man walked over and opened the door.

"Come in, hee-hee," the girl turned and let someone out of the black shadow outside the door, and when she landed there was a hint of the cool breeze of the night, "whoosh-" the ground blew straight into the house.

The old man couldn't help but hold on to the table, as if there was another force in this breeze, surging. The old man was pushed by the slightest breeze and almost fell.

"Hurry up and close the door," the old man said, leaning on the edge of the table, "Ah, is there a typhoon?"

Tian Xiaoye saw that her grandfather had a strict face, and it didn't look like a joke, but at this time she was standing at the door, and she didn't feel a trace of wind at all. Look outside the door again, the grass and trees are not moving, everything is silent, where is the wind.

I didn't have time to think about it, the girl hurriedly pulled the strange man into the house, at first she instinctively stretched out her warm little hand, but when she got to the man, she had nowhere to start, and she didn't know where to pull. She frowned anxiously, and simply grabbed his hand, when her little hand was held in his palm, she actually felt a very comprehensive and warm breath throughout the body, the limbs were extremely comfortable, and it felt like magic, she suddenly recalled one night seven years ago, her immature voice was like nothing: "Daddy, am I dying?" Her father's face was like ashes, and he said in a sorrowful voice: "Daddy will definitely cure you, even if you fight for this life."

After saying this, she fell asleep in a daze, but she was extremely sure that her originally dry and rotting body seemed to have received a magical power, and a breath of revival slowly flowed into her heart. It's the feeling of touching a strange man at this time. But when she woke up, she found a dry corpse in front of her, still holding a bowl of freshly cooked millet porridge in her hand, and his father was already ......

Awakened, she couldn't help but stare at the strange man in front of her, her eyes glowing with a burning light. He hadn't taken a few steps into the house when he accidentally noticed a very special emotion in her eyes.

He suddenly reacted, closed his eyes, and secretly held his mind.

At this moment, she felt as if the reins on her hold had suddenly broken, and the power just now was instantly gone, like a remnant of smoke flying by.

She looked at him suspiciously, and then at the empty house, as if in a dream.

"Girl, what are you doing bringing him back" was awakened by Grandpa's voice. "Don't forget, he fell and smashed an acre of our family's land."

Returning to normal, she was not intimidated by her grandfather's serious face at all, and grinned vigorously, "Grandpa, grandpa, who said that human life is a matter of ......." The old man was helpless, and his serious face, which had been held back for a day, was instantly broken, and he couldn't help but complain to the strange man beside him: "Look at it, you come to evaluate the reasoning, is this little girl talking nonsense" The old man seemed to be very happy and patted the strange man on the shoulder.

The man did not reply to the old man's words, but he sat down without hesitation, and when he saw that there was wine on the table, he reached out and grabbed it and poured it into his mouth.

The old man seemed to regret it, and the girl looked at him with her head propped up.

"Didn't you tell him, is this called three cups poured" The old man pointed to the wine jug regretfully, "This wine has a lot of energy, he has to sleep for three days and three nights after drinking"

The girl didn't take it seriously at all, and spread her hands and said: "Sleep and sleep, it's idle anyway."

The man put down the flask, and suddenly a finger hooked the girl's white chin, and the girl didn't react and was startled.

He reverted to his previous pathos, muttering, "Nothing in this world can make me drunk," and then slammed on the table with a "bang" and fell drunk.

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