The seductive, powerful, and unacceptable words came into Ye Shengge's ears, and her body trembled slightly, so she involuntarily raised her head and looked at the blood-red eyes that were bigger than her body.

Boom, the void thundered, and the huge spiritual power began to collide with each other, but in just an instant, the confused Ye Shengge, the passive defense that his body could bring, was completely broken by Lin Hu.

After the divine soul defense was shattered, Lin Hu's spiritual power drove straight in, and combined with the tiger eyes of the ghost's power, he began to use the divine soul power that entered Ye Shengge's body to activate the ability that Lin Hu had used many times, reading souls, and reading memories.

But what is different from the past is that this time, what he reads is not the memory of his own ghost, but a strong man who is alive.

Compared to the ghosts, the memories brought by the invasion are very vague.

Only very deep memories can form fragments in Lin Hu's eyes, and each fragment constitutes an incomplete story.

Sad and profound.

......

My name is Ye Shengge, my father was a soldier who died in the border anti-drug war, and my mother was seriously ill because of excessive grief.

The huge family was scattered, leaving only a slightly lame old man and a four-year-old child.

Of course, he can only live with his grandfather, but this gray-haired old man doesn't know how to teach a girl well, so he has a better and more direct way to raise the girl in front of him.

That is, to raise it as a boy.

Ten years, ten years, he didn't teach me how to be a woman, he only taught me, how to fight.

By the age of fourteen, I had learned what my father had taken me thirty years to complete.

But I don't understand, even with such power, what can be done?

Is it good to strengthen the body and eliminate violence?

No, I don't want to.

What I want are flowers, butterflies, beautiful dresses, beautiful hairpins.

It's not because of the wooden stakes that have been practiced all year round and the wooden stakes that step on deep footprints, and the wooden figures that are often broken by fists and feet, and the long sword that can only be used to worship ancestors by the river except for my practice.

What's more, I know it's useless.

Grandma died in that turbulent era, and some rats with chicken feathers as arrows abused their insignificant rights, but forced a woman to death alive.

But in the mouths of others, I couldn't believe it when I learned about this past.

I couldn't believe that my grandfather's amazing kung fu couldn't save her at the beginning, so I could only watch her being beaten to death.

His father's martial arts are extraordinary, but he can't compete with a weak woman, but taking advantage of his unprepared shot, thirty years of cold and summer kung fu is left with only a martyr's tombstone and a small urn.

"Are these useful?" I asked, having been buried for several years, as I stood on the steps with short hair, looking at my grandfather, who was getting older.

"Yes, yes!" In the cloudy eyes, there was a confusion that had never appeared before.

This old man, who has been raised as a boy since he was a child, at that moment, seemed so fragile, and he was not as strict as he was with himself when he was practicing.

"Useful?" she didn't take this seriously when she was young, and when she was in her prime, she looked so sharp. "How did Grandma die, and how did Dad die?"

The old man was silent for a long time, and he did not react until the dry cigarette in his mouth was extinguished. "It's useless, it's useless. ”

"I don't want to learn anymore. ”

"These gifts you gave me. He turned his head to look at the wooden figures that he could see at all times, the wooden stakes, and the wooden swords he sharpened one by one every year when he was a young sword. "I don't like it. ”

"You're burning!"

The old man's lips moved, but he didn't say anything at all, but stood up and walked into the room. "It's good, it's good, if you don't learn, you don't learn. ”

"If you like to read, then read well, and I'll send you to your uncle's house!"

"Martial arts, you don't have to learn anymore. ”

I got the results I wanted, but I wasn't so happy, at the time, I didn't know why, and later, I realized that I had hurt someone who loved me the most.

I don't remember many, many things clearly, but I remember that since then, his always straight back has begun to hunch.

In three months, he took care of everything and sent me to my uncle, who didn't like me very much.

For the first time, I went to a place other than the mountains, but it was a small town, but I felt that it was the most prosperous place in the world.

My uncle didn't like me very much, and I knew that he hated my father and me, and even the old man, because of my mother's death, and he felt that we had not taken good care of her.

But I don't know what the old man told him, but he took me in anyway, in that little town, in his home.

Since then, I have been like an ordinary girl, going to school, studying, and making new friends, instead of facing the tall wooden stakes and the wooden figures used to practice every day.

I started wearing beautiful dresses, I had beautiful hairpins, and the next year, I received a bouquet of flowers from a boy.

Although, the boy who was angry, thought he was romantic, and wanted to knock me on the wall, was repaired by me so that he couldn't get out of bed for three days.

But I grew my long hair.

Although the instinct that has been formed, I will find time every day to practice those martial arts that seem useless to me, although, sometimes, I think of him, of the old man who was lame and lived alone in the mountains.

But when he was stubborn when he was young, he never felt that he was wrong, and even if he was wrong, it was someone else, or even the whole world.

Until I was seventeen years old, for three whole years, the old man never came to see me, and I never went back to see him.

I always thought that there was still a long time, and that he would live a long, long time until I forgave him.

Or, he came to me.

"Shengge, come here. "In the past three years, a lot of things have changed, the most obvious is probably the man in front of me, my uncle's attitude, not as his own, but no longer as indifferent as before.

Looking at his ugly face, I somehow remembered the lonely old man at home, his heart seemed to be grabbed, and then he pinched it fiercely.

"What, what's wrong?"

"Your grandfather, him. The middle-aged man hesitated for a long time before he seemed to have made up his mind and said in a low voice. "He's dying. ”

"Why, he's in such good health?"

Three years later, it was the first time I had been back here, and I had not seen the wooden figures I had been familiar with, nor the wooden stakes that had been trampled with footprints, nor even the small wooden swords that he had treasured before.

It's all gone.

And the old man, who had always been strong, was lying on the old bed, his face was pale, and his previously strong figure had become extremely thin, like old and rotten firewood.

The doctor said that the mountains were bumpy, he was old and frail, and he couldn't stand it, and I didn't hear the rest clearly, and there was only one thought in my mind.

This old man, this old man who raised me until I was fourteen, is he going to die?

Walking into the room in a daze, the thin old man immediately turned his head, his sallow face, but in an instant, a smile bloomed, just like the smile he had when he had finished making the wooden sword and gave it to me as a gift in those years.

Warm and warm, like the sunshine of early spring.

"Ah Sheng, are you back?"

"Grandpa. ”

"I ..... It's back. ”