"Thank you, old man, what's wrong with my back?" Although he was confused, Zhao Kuangran still knew that it was this old man who saved his life, and hurriedly raised his head and said, there was another pain all over his body.

The old man waved his hand, looked at Zhao Kuang's chaotic back burning a dry cigarette, and took a comfortable puff and said: "Thank you Dayue a lot, if he hadn't found you, I'm afraid you would have been eaten by the wolves on the mountain." ”

Zhao Kuangran was frightened into a cold sweat by the old man's words, this time was undoubtedly the closest he was to death, he knew the rules of this game in the deep mountains, and he also knew that the old man's words were definitely not lies.

"Where's that man?" Zhao Kuang couldn't help asking.

"He was unlucky, he was eaten by wolves first, but fortunately those beasts haven't eaten you yet." The old man poured his tobacco, sat down on a wooden chair, and smoked with a comfortable face.

Zhao Kuang was silent, maybe this was the first time he was so close to the word death, but maybe it wouldn't be the last.

"What's wrong with my back?" Zhao Kuangran felt that the old man had been staring at his back, and asked suspiciously.

The old man spat out a puff of light cigarette, as if smiling, and the big man bared his teeth and smiled: "The old man practiced with your back." ”

"What practiced your hands?" Zhao Kuangchao was even more confused, the big man brought a big mirror and looked at Zhao Kuangran's back, Zhao Kuangchao looked stupid for a while, his back was pitch black, but in this powerful chaos, there was a monkey that seemed to open the world, this monkey was like a Monkey King, but he was grinning all over his body, and he didn't look like an ordinary horror.

"I haven't done it for so many years, but fortunately, the craftsmanship has not fallen." The old man said with a sense of accomplishment.

Zhao Kuang was speechless for a while, not knowing what to do, but in the face of these two life-saving benefactors, even if he stabbed him all over his body, he would not make a single no, the biggest difference between humans and beasts is that they can remember the good of others, not for a while, but for a lifetime.

"How long did I sleep?" Zhao Kuangran continued to ask as if there were 100,000 whys, Zhao Kuangran really had too many doubts in his heart, and he especially wanted to come out in one go.

"It could be two weeks, it could be a month, and you're too messy, and those wounds on my body are scary to look at." The old man stood up, put the cigarette stick in the corner, and told Da Yue to go and get the medicinal soup, and after a while, Da Yue was carrying a bowl of steaming medicinal soup, and the room was filled with bitter taste.

A month, Zhao Kuangchao didn't expect that it would take so long, what would happen in Qingdao this month, what happened during this time, Zhao Kuangchao was not unexpected, not only that, this month, maybe everyone thought he was dead, even if thousands of feelings flashed in his heart, Zhao Kuangran just sighed, Zhao Kuangran had never been so powerless, because now he is facing the most cruel time.

"Drank it." The old man pointed to the decoction that Dayue had put beside the bed.

Zhao Kuang didn't dare there, stretched out his weak arms, picked up the medicinal soup that was not too hot, and endured the bitter taste in Dayue's strange gaze, and poured it down.

"Isn't it bitter?" Dayue asked gloatingly.

"Bitter." Zhao Kuang spit out a word, it may not be bitterness, it is not ordinary bitterness.

Da Yue laughed, although there was some taste of ridicule, Zhao Kuangran did not have a disgust, and even liked this hearty smile, this Da Yue had a simple and simple taste, which really made people unable to rise to disgust.

"How long am I going to lie down?" Zhao Kuang put down the bowl, wiped his mouth, wanted to vomit, tried his best to control this disgusting feeling, and asked.

"Young man, the body is not tossed like this, such an injury, it is good to survive." The old man poured another bowl of white open for Zhao Kuangran, and Zhao Kuangchao drank it with a clatter, and then washed away the bitter taste in his mouth.

Zhao Kuangchao climbed down helplessly, Da Yue stroked the black cat that appeared in his arms at some point, and looked at Zhao Kuangchao with a smirk from time to time, a big man, a black cat all the time, not ordinary weird.

The old man sat alone on a wooden chair, playing a game of chess endgame, sometimes hesitating for a long time to drop a son, but the whole person enjoyed it.

Unconsciously, Zhao Kuang fell asleep, perhaps, since God can let him live, then there must be a meaning to live.

A month flies.

This month, can be the most difficult month for Zhao Kuangran, every day in addition to watching Dayue tirelessly tease the cat, is to watch the old man talk to himself playing chess, gradually, the object chess is a layman Zhao Kuangran, but also find out the chess, seven, seven, eight, eight, and sometimes dare to play a few games with this not simple old man, but every time it is abused.

For this mysterious old man, Zhao Kuangchan still doesn't know his life, the old man seems to be deliberately concealing, Zhao Kuangchan didn't ask much, after all, everyone has inhumane things, and the old man didn't ask Zhao Kuangran's body injury where it came from, just like Dayue raised the black cat Zhao Kuangran.

Dayue often carries two earthen knives on his back on the mountain, often brings a few game, and beats the tooth sacrifice to Zhao Kuang, after Dayue heard that Zhao Kuangchao came from Xing'anling, he is not generally interested, Dayue loves hunting the most, as if he has been inexplicably longing for the Northeast since he was born, so he will not let go of Zhao Kuangchao, and beg Zhao Kuang to tell some stories about Xing'anling every day, fortunately, Zhao Kuangchao still has something in his stomach to deal with Dayue, sometimes when Zhao Kuang tells a story, the old man will also listen quietly on the side for a while, and every time he shook his head with a smile, Continue to play a game of chess with pleasure.

The snow falling outside the window made the mountain extremely lonely, Zhao Kuanglan couldn't understand why the old man and Dayue lived in such a deserted place, this was also the greatest fun of Zhao Kuangran, who was lying on his stomach every day, and had endless speculations about this mysterious old man and Dayue, but every time he was denied by Zhao Kuangran.

After a month of recuperation, Zhao Kuangran can almost sit down against the wall, just sit down, sometimes look out the window, look at the snowy appearance, the heart is calm, but when I think of the current Qingdao or Xuzhou, I will always be pounding, at first Zhao Kuangran also believed that Gong San'er would find here, and this month has passed, Zhao Kuangran also gave up the only hope.

Usually in a day, the old man will play three games of chess with Zhao Kuang, each game is to kill Zhao Kuang indiscriminately without leaving a piece of armor to be willing, after playing chess, the old man will generally turn on the radio that I don't know how many years have been here to listen to Peking Opera, sometimes humming two sentences, looking like an old opera fan, Da Yue seems to like listening to Peking Opera very much, every time he will sit on the ground and listen with a smirk.

Lying in bed, Zhao Kuangchao thinks a lot every day, there are Qinglong Village, Beijing, Xuzhou, Qingdao, these people of all kinds are like thin threads, weaving the net of Zhao Kuangchao's life, or life.

"What's the name of this mountain?" In the silent room, Zhao Kuang asked wildly, he was really bored, so he would find a topic that was also boring.

"Tiger Head Mountain." Da Yue's big hand stroked the black mountain cat crawling on his lap and said without hesitation.

Zhao Kuang was silent, muttering the name of this Hutou Mountain, and finally smiled, feeling that this equally inaccessible place had a little similarity with that Qinglong Village.

"Mess, what's next?" The old man put down his cigarette gun and asked.

Zhao Kuang looked helplessly, knowing that he was going to be slaughtered again tonight.

Da Yue likes to watch Zhao Kuang Chao be killed on the side, and sometimes he will point fingers at Zhao Kuangran's bad chess, often the more he fingers, the worse it gets, and finally Zhao Kuangchao directly ignores Da Yue's stinky chess basket, no wonder this old man has never played with Da Yue, but of course Zhao Kuang can see the uniqueness of this Da Yue, and it definitely belongs to the Lian family.

Zhao Kuangchao was killed again and there was not a single son left, the old man just smiled, put away the homemade wooden chess pieces, one game is enough, and it is over.

"How long will it take me to get this injury?" Zhao Kuang leaned against the earthen wall and muttered.

The old man banged on the cigarette gun, looked at Zhao Kuang's body, shook his head and said, "It will take a while, what?" Urgent? ”

"It's okay to be fake." Zhao Kuangran chuckled, now that he has disappeared inexplicably, thinking about Zhao Kuangran, he has a little headache, and he even doesn't dare to go back to face those faces.

"Young man, moving forward is not necessarily a good thing, this time you can avoid death, can you next time?" The old man squinted slightly, as if he had thought of something, and said with feeling.

The word young, aside from the enthusiasm, is worthless.

Zhao Kuanglan suddenly wanted to know the story about this old man, but since the old man hadn't mentioned it, Zhao Kuangran was embarrassed to ask more.

"I'm a mountain man, I've been tumbling and climbing in the mountains for 20 years, and I've seen this thing a long time ago, but I can't survive a wolf's mouthful, a black blind man's palm, and a tiger's eyes, but it's different when I get to this city, some lives are worthless, and some lives are hard to buy, I have seen it for a year or two, and I still can't understand it, maybe it's really as my lord did at that time, and I can't see this thing clearly in this life." Zhao Kuangran sighed, after holding it for so long, he always thought about something, but he couldn't feel clear, so he had to think of something.

"Fate, it's just a thing to set off this era, these days, there are not many young people like you who rub a few grains of sand in their eyes, and even fewer can live to a certain realm, and in the end it becomes dispensable, and now people are nothing more than divided into three kinds, interests, family, and ambitions, you seem to belong to the fourth type, or a more extreme one." The old man put the cigarette gun in the corner and looked at Zhao Kuangchao as if he was scrutinizing, as if he had pulled Zhao Kuangchao back from the door of death, and since Zhao Kuangchao woke up from the first look, after the first sentence, the old man did not feel regretful.

Ambition? Clan? Benefit? What a pinpoint to the point!