"Hey, Lao Zhang, do you have any good prey on the mountain today?"

"You're asking, look, two pheasants, one boar. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" replied, a middle-aged man named Lao Zhang, lifted the prey on his hand and showed it to the other party.

"What a fat two pheasants, so is this wild boar, it seems that your family will not be monotonous on the table these days. The other party looked at the prey and said enviously.

"Yo, Aunt Wang, what's new lately?"

"Of course there is, I heard that the girl of the old Li family and the boy of the old Chen family have been walking very close recently, maybe one day our village will have another happy wine to drink. Aunt Wang smiled.

"You kid, don't work hard, just sleep at home, see if I don't kill you today. "A middle-aged man, carrying a wooden stick, chased and beat a young child.

"Behold, Lao Zhao is teaching his lazy son a lesson again. Someone next to him said.

"Lao Zhao's son is too lazy, and it is a miracle that he can come out to work for one or two days out of ten days. Someone added.

Conversations like these, all the time, regardless of geography or object, take place here, in a small village surrounded by mountains. 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 a strange phenomenon. No one in the village knew why they lived here, not even the oldest in the village, who was already over 100 years old. It seems that the village has taken root here since the distant past, and because there is no way to know, slowly no one pays attention to this matter.

Because there is no channel to communicate with the outside world, the people of the small village have always been self-sufficient. Fortunately, the area has good mountains and water, and the land is suitable for farming, so the villagers live by primitive methods such as farming, hunting, digging wells, and drinking mountain springs.

Perhaps it is this environment that makes people very hardworking and friendly. The land is cultivated together, the water is also dug by everyone, the hunting is often cooperated, and the water is always carried up the mountain together. It's a wonderland out of this world.

The sunset has come inadvertently. For the people in the village, it means the end of going out, except for the exchanges between neighbors, or people have three urgencies, the villagers will not choose to leave the house. And the arrival of the sunset also means that the men who go up to the mountains to hunt or chop firewood have come to return.

At this time, the women and girls of the village come to the southernmost part of the village, the only way up the mountain, to wait for the return of their husbands, fathers, grandfathers, sons, or their favorite objects.

Although it is not too dangerous to go up the mountain, 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 that their relatives are safe, it is enough to make these women who stay at home feel at ease.

For every man who returns, there is one, or two relatives to greet him, and some even the whole family comes, plus the people who go up the mountain, a family of more than a dozen people gathers here, and it is not a rare thing. And mixed with these pleasant crowds is a slightly out of place.

"Xiaochen, I'm not injured. Noticing the presence of the child, the woman who knew her well asked. 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, Mother Zhou. The boy smiled. And so it went. The direction in which the boy was heading, there was no greeting from his relatives, perhaps with the greetings of the villagers, but the boy just smiled and walked over like this, without the slightest intention of stopping. And the direction in which the boy is heading is only a small house.

"I'm back. The boy put the firewood under the window, carried the two boars he had hunted, pushed open the door and went in.

No one answered the boy, for there was no one in the house, and the only simple things that could be seen at a glance were the bed, the square table, the bench, the cupboard, and the stove, which were simple but very neat. After the boy simply disposed of the boar, he began to cook.

After tossing for more than half an hour, the boy finally settled the dinner, and by the way, he finished tidying up the dishes and chopsticks, and there was nothing else to do. Generally, in other villagers' homes, they either get together as a family to talk and chat, or play games to pass the boring time. Otherwise, I just went to the neighbor's house and talked about gossip or something. Anyway, for the other villagers, it is not difficult to pass the time.

But for teenagers, it's a bit more 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 do carving. The boy chose one of the things he often does, carving wood carvings.

This craft was discovered by the boy himself, and without being taught by others, it is better to say that there is only one person in the whole village who carves wood carving. 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 proficient to carve a beautiful wood carving. After half an hour's effort, in the hands of the young man, a rather stylish 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 to carve it.

After another half an hour's effort, another wood carving in the young man's hand 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 this one was much smaller than the previous one. 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 the boy thought, and put the third wood carving in the middle of the first two wood carvings, and the appearance of a family of three appeared in front of the young man. "This should be home. The young man looked at the three wooden carvings, and a sentence leaked out of his mouth.

In this small village, there are more than 100 families, but only the teenager is the only one.

"Let's go to bed early. The young man put away the three wood carvings and was about to rest, but there was a knock on 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?" "Nothing, come, these things for you. As soon as she opened the door, Zhou's mother didn't say a word and pushed a package to the young man.

"What are these?" 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." Although the young man's reaction had been expected for a long time, Zhou's mother couldn't help but sigh: "Xiaochen, it's good if you are willing to accept it, it's just." Zhou's mother hesitated for a long time, and in the end she didn't continue this.

"I'll go back first, and if there's anything missing, just tell me, it's nothing. "Zhou's mother seems to have just come to deliver something, and she plans to leave after sending it. The boy didn't speak, just nodded, indicating that he understood.

After a while, Zhou's mother's figure gradually disappeared into the night.

"I'm really 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. This is not the first time Fengchen has accepted Zhou's mother's things, at first the teenager was reluctant to accept it, and after many times, the teenager did not insist, but he 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.

Although Zhou's mother was very good to him, although everyone in the village was very good to him, but I don't know why, the young man always felt that something was strange.

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 felt a pain for no reason.

"Why can't I accept them? Why can't I let go of this?" the boy asked himself, but he couldn't find the answer, just like the nights of the past few years, the boy fell asleep with such 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. All you have to know now is that whatever you're going to go through, no matter how intoxicating it may be, you have to believe that it's all fake. ”

The boy looked at the scene in front of him, this 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. Just because, in the eyes of that young man, the child who is listening to his father's teaching is the young man himself.

Fake? It's all fake? The teenager didn't understand what it meant. If it was just the first time to have such a dream, the teenager would not have cared so much, but what if he had been sensible and kept doing it? The teenager could not help but care, and he could not help but believe, even if he did not understand. This is the reason why the boy 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 tells himself in his heart that all this is false and illusory.

"But even if I knew it was all false, what could I do?" the boy wondered, the boy had tried to leave the village, but no matter how the boy walked, he could not get out of this forest, and if he hadn't retreated in time, he might not even be able to return at night.

Forward, not forward, backward, 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 head, which startled the boy. "You, who are you?" The first time he encountered this situation, the boy couldn't react for a while. "Don't get excited, calm down, or as soon as the dream is broken, I won't be able to talk to you. The voice owner said a little trembling.

Although he was a little reluctant, the boy calmed his mood according to what his voice said.

"Who are you, and why are you in my dreams?" asked the boy as he calmed down.

"I am, forget it, you don't know who I am to tell you, let's talk about your problem first?" said the voice owner.

"My problem, what's my problem?" the boy asked, disbelieving the voice owner.

"Hehe, what's wrong with you, don't you know it yourself?" the voice owner grabbed the young man's weakness and said a little proudly.

"Even if I have a problem, what can you do?" said the young man, a little unpleasantly.

"Hehe, what can I do, how about I help you break through this illusion?" the voice owner laughed.

"You, can you break this illusion?" the boy's voice trembled, the 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, and the boy couldn't help but be excited.

"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's the benefit of you?" The young man quickly reacted, there is no such good thing in the world, and if the other party does not have any purpose, the young man will not 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 voice owner teased the boy.

"You," the young man was angry, if it was something else, the young man might just give up, only this matter, the young man couldn't let go. "I promise you, right?" the boy gritted his teeth, looking extremely reluctant, but helpless, if the owner of the voice stood in front of the boy now, I am afraid that the boy would be beaten up to vent his anger, of course, provided that the boy 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 your child?" said the voice owner.

"It's good if you tell me how to do it, I'm not interested in your purpose, I just hope you don't lie to me. The boy snorted.

"Of course I won't lie to you, the old man still has this credibility," 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, ah no, what's your name?"

"Forget about favors or something, if you really didn't lie to me, if you can help me break through this illusion, you will already have a great kindness to me, as for my name," the young man paused, and said heavily: "My surname is Feng, and the word is dust, so you can call me Fengchen." ”

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