A breeze spilling from the valley drifted slowly in the direction of the small river, rustling the branches of the tall slender willow trees by the river. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

A birdsong in the distance caused a mirror image of the sun's hexagon. However, if you look closely, this sun seems to be a little special, with a circle of golden halos set off around it, like a solid barrier.

Under the willow tree, a young man in a gray linen dress was staring blankly at the other side of the river, with tears in his eyes.

The boy was about thirteen or fourteen years old, with shoulder-length brown hair, large bright eyes, and pale-skin. "It's been almost a year since I came into this world." The boy bowed his head and muttered to himself. Then he took out a carving knife from his bosom and made a deep ring on the willow tree behind him. Looking down, the dense carvings of large and small rings covered the trunk of the tree, the young man grasped the carving knife tightly, raised his right arm to slightly decorate the tears, and decided not to remember what had been lost. The next moment, his expression became resolute, the aura of sadness was swept away, and the whole person seemed to become erect, completely like two people compared to before.

The boy's name is Yimu Estou, which is his name in this world. He had another identity, on that blue planet, but that was in the past. Since crossing into this world a year ago, Yi Mu's has been in a state of chaos every day, but there is very little time to be really awake, and the confusion and discomfort of coming to this world extend this feeling of confusion. But not long ago, Yi Mu felt that his consciousness was beginning to wake up, and it took several days to adjust and adjust, and Yi Mu finally began to fully grasp all the sensations in his body.

Yi Mu turned around, stretched out his palm to the sky, looked at the sun shining with gold in confusion, and said, "What kind of existence is this world?" ”

About a quarter of an hour later, Yi Mu walked through the woods and came to a densely populated village. The village is not large, with only about forty or fifty households, and is located in a large valley, surrounded by mountains on three sides, and is generally high in the north and low in the south. The river runs to the east, and there is a large flat land to the west, and the families of the village are mainly concentrated in the central and northern parts. The buildings of the houses are mostly wooden houses, even the color is pure wood color, and the bottom of the house is mixed with pebbles and some muddy materials as the base, most of which are one-story spire houses, with obvious exotic characteristics.

However, there are also surprises, such as a two-storey courtyard-style duplex building not far from Yimu, which is painted with two special lacquers, white and blue, which is particularly eye-catching. Yi Mu learned from the memory of the original owner that it was the home of the richest village chief in the village. The village chief is also the only blacksmith in the village, and most of the farming tools in the village come from his hands. To the south of the village is a long strip of land, planted with sprouted crops.

Yi Mu came to a low house near the east of the village, the interior of the house was relatively dark, probably because there was only a small window, except for a wooden bed, there was only a wooden bench with a missing leg. Of course, there is also a lamp, let's call it an oil lamp, the fuel of the oil lamp is taken from a tree sap called mutton fat tree, milky white, with a light fragrance, after refining it is oily, is a must-have for every family. But the oil lamp in Yi Mu's house was empty and empty, which showed the darkness and decadence of his previous life.

Lying on the bed, Yi Mu carefully recalled the events of the past year, as he expected, a mechanical activity day after day, except for the occasional waking up to the trees by the river to carve lines, everything was monotonous. In a year's time, Yi Mu passively inherited the language and part of the character of the original owner, and there was no big gain.

Gradually, Yi Mu began to recall earlier memories, and for an ignorant teenager, happy and sad things were an important part of his memory. And the most unforgettable thing in my memory is the death of the teenager's parents, whenever I think of it, Yi Mu will always be unable to help but feel sad. But sadness is not the theme of life, and trying to skip this memory, Yimu sees a different world.

"Talking holy beast, Blacktower? What is a Holy Beast? Hell, I don't know!" Yi Mu tugged at his hair vigorously, depressed for a while, and when he recalled the memory of the original owner, Yi Mu also got some scattered and unusual information, such as: The village chief's grandfather found a shining grass plant when he was hunting in the mountains, and sold it to the Sheng merchants who came to the town to trade, and no one knew the final price. But since that day, the village chief's family has built a two-storey house, which makes the villagers reverie and discuss. Even Xiao Yimu dreamed that one day he would be able to pick up a glowing grass plant and build a big house like the old village chief, but the fire that night took everything, including himself.

Yi Mu shook his head, sobered up a little, and subconsciously wanted to find some useful information on paper and notes, but found that he had nothing. "Looks like I've got to go to town, phew, I don't know what the writing of this world is like, it turns out I'm still illiterate."

Yi Mu then took out a pair of broken shoes from under the bed and poured out everything inside, which was a small pile of purple, white crystals covered in dust. Each lens is about half a finger long and a quarter of a finger wide, with excellent hardness and an extremely smooth feel, and is engraved with a peculiar flower called Bauhinia in this world. These are the currencies used for trading, and the Bauhinia Kingdom issues unique coins. The white crystal coin is at the lowest level, which is the base coin, and there are purple coins and black coins above, all of which are in the ratio of 100 to 1. There are twenty-one amethyst coins and several white crystal coins, which are also his inheritance, but not all of them.

After wiping all the crystal coins and putting them in the pocket in his arms, Yi Mu pushed open the broken door and walked out in high spirits.

"Little wood." As soon as he went out, Yi Mu saw Aunt Tork drying clothes outside the room, an aunt who was nearly forty years old and took care of Yi Mu like her own son, but Uncle Tork had the opposite opinion on treating him like his own son, so Aunt Tork tried her best to argue with Uncle Tork.

"Auntie", Yi Mu responded politely, "I want to walk around." He learned early in his memory that this kind aunt had taken care of him over the past year, and he couldn't help but be very grateful.

Aunt Traucer glanced at Yi Mu, looked down at the clothes in her hands, and immediately raised her head to look at Yi Mu, and suddenly she walked towards Yi Mu, left a deep kiss on his head, and said; "May the sun god bless us, our little wood has finally woken up!"

"Auntie, auntie, then I'll go first." Yi Mu hadn't been able to adapt to the 'affectionate kiss' of this world, so he hurriedly ran away, lest the aunt come again.

Looking at the back of the young man leaving, Aunt Traucer wiped her red eyes at some point, and muttered, "This kid has finally come out." Think about what happened to this child, his parents were burned to death by the fire, and he was almost burned to death, and his ancestral home became a wasteland, which was sold to others. Poor baby, has always been like a piece of wood, I thought he couldn't get out of this hurdle, thank God, the little wood is finally getting better, it must be the help of the sun god, no, I have to go and pray to the icon to make a vow, tomorrow is the rain festival, or the day after tomorrow, yes, yes..."

Yi Mu didn't know that some of his changes would bring so many thoughts to Aunt Teucer, because he was now walking towards the bright and dazzling sun. Behind him, a middle-aged man with a beard on his face was staring in the direction Yi Mu was heading, gradually condensing his originally diffuse eyes little by little.

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