In the early morning in the south in May, the weather was slightly cool, the cool breeze from the valley was biting, and the sky was full of dark clouds, and it seemed that it was another rainy day.

Pi Yang tightened the camouflage uniform on his body, looked up at the sky, and felt a little irritable. It's been more than a month since I came to this world, and I don't know if the other comrades-in-arms have come out of that forest alive.

That day, Da Zhuang was shot several times and covered in blood, but he still firmly held Pi Yang, who was hanging on the edge of the cliff, and let the blood drip down his face one by one along the ends of his hair.

Da Zhuang gritted his teeth and let out a low roar, even though Pi Yang shouted hoarsely to let him go, he never let go.

Thinking of this scene, Pi Yang's heart was like a knife, only to feel that the blood was surging all over his body, as if there was a slot in his throat, and he just wanted to find a place where no one was there and roared angrily, and let go of the unhappiness in his heart.

He ran along the field path towards the front, as if a stream of heat flowed down his thighs, and he couldn't care much more, at least he was alive compared to his dead brother, although he didn't live in the original era.

I don't know how long I ran, but I came to a steep slope, and when I looked down, a winding official road coiled on the hillside. There is a large canyon in front of me, the straight and wide horse road between the valleys is connected to the winding official road between the slopes, and the cliffs on both sides are neatly arranged, and there is no end in sight.

Standing on the top of the slope, seeing that there was no one around, Pi Yang was full of strength, and released the sullen breath of more than a month with a roar, until the voice was hoarse, and the vocal cords seemed to be about to tear, and the tragic roar wandered back and forth in the valley, enduring.

He didn't heal from his injuries, and he ran all the way, and at this moment he was sweating like rain, and he was a little out of strength, and he was a little unsteady on his feet, so he sat on the ground with his ass.

As soon as he sat down, there was a piercing pain between his thighs, Pi Yang quickly loosened his belt, faded his pants to his knees, and saw that the wound that was about to heal had shown signs of tearing, and a small stream of blood kept coming out, he took off his vest, tore off a strip of cloth, and bandaged the wound.

After bandaging the wound, he looked at the sky, saw that the heavy rain was about to fall, and got up and was about to return the same way, but he saw a man and a woman running quickly on the official road in the distance between the valleys and the slopes.

Pi Yang did not doubt that he had him, turned around and limped towards the village. Before returning to the village, before the house was near, I saw an old man walking out of the house, his body was a little rickety, his white hair was pale, his face was wrinkled, he was dressed in a coarse cloth short brown, carrying a small bamboo basket, which contained several bamboo tubes of different lengths, and a pair of wooden knife holders strung with hemp rope around his waist, and a sickle pinned to the knife holder, which seemed to be going up the mountain to chop firewood.

Since the old man picked up the seriously injured Pi Yang from the bottom of the cliff, in addition to taking care of him every day, he also had to go up the mountain to chop firewood, go down to the field to farm, although it is not a parent, but the grace of saving life is like reconstruction, he has long regarded the old man as a relative, seeing that the rain is about to fall, when the mountain road is slippery, he can't help but be a little worried, and he can't care about the pain of the wound, shouting loudly Grandpa Wu, and quickly ran to the old man.

I heard the people in the village say that the old man's real name is Wu Qinghe, he only got a son when he was thirty years old, his wife collapsed when he gave birth, he died of exhaustion, his son was named Wu Yong, and at the age of eighteen, he was able to raise people, and married Li Erni of the Li family in the same village as his wife, Li Erni was pregnant in October and gave birth to a dragon and phoenix fetus for the Wu family, named Wu Zirui, Wu Zixin. At that time, it was the Tokyo Provincial Examination, Wu Yong went to Beijing alone to take the exam, and then he never returned, and a pair of children had not yet looked at him, and he had no news, and he did not know life and death. Li Erni was weak after giving birth, and when she saw that her husband had not returned for a long time, she became ill and left within a few years.

In the eighteenth year of Wu Zirui, the imperial court conscripted troops for the Northern Expedition, and all registered men who had reached the age of eighteen were conscripted into the army. Just over a year later, the county sent someone to send an obituary of his grandson's death, and Wu Qinghe and his granddaughter washed their faces with tears every day. Seeing that his grandfather was getting old day by day, Wu Zixin couldn't bear it, and he couldn't care about what others said, so he went to the county to do some female workers to supplement the family, I heard that a few months ago, the Li family, a big family in Jingzhou Cloth Village, came to the county to open a branch, and Miss Li Jiasan took a fancy to the ingenious Wu Zixin at a glance, and asked to go to Li's cloth village to do a long job, and now it has not returned for two months.

Pi Yang came to Wu Qinghe's side, and saw Grandpa Wu staring at him in a daze, with tears in his eyes, how could he not know that the old man remembered his own grandson who died on the battlefield. Facing the old man who was immersed in grief, he was a little overwhelmed, so he could only call softly: "Grandpa Wu, what's wrong with you?" ”

Wu Qinghe came back to his senses, wiped his eyes, and his voice was a little choked: "None... It's okay, maybe it was because I didn't get enough sleep last night, so I got up at the end of the day, and I was a little sleepy. ”

Thinking of Wu Qinghe's bumpy life, Pi Yang felt very uncomfortable, but he didn't know how to be relieved. After pondering for a moment, I said in my heart Anyway, I have no relatives and no reason in this world, I am alone, and Grandpa Wu is my own life-saving benefactor, so I should take care of the old man for the rest of his life.

Having made up his mind, Pi Yang stepped forward to hold the old man's hands, and said sincerely: "Grandpa Wu, I have been rescued by you, and I have been taken care of for many days, and the younger generation has been lucky enough to pick up this life, if you don't dislike it, you can treat me as your own grandson, and the younger generation will do my best to take care of you and let you live for a long time." After saying that, he took a step back and got down on his knees, ready to kowtow respectfully three times.

Wu Qinghe was shocked, and hurriedly stepped forward to help Pi Yang: "Son, get up quickly, little old man is a farmer, how can he accept such a big gift from his son, I can't help it, I can't help it!" ”

Supported by the old man, Pi Yang kowtowed, and when he heard Wu Qinghe call himself a son, he said helplessly: "Grandpa Wu, what kind of son is the younger generation, I am just an ordinary person in my hometown, and besides, even if you don't treat me as your grandson, you have the grace to save my life, and you deserve this kowtow gift." After speaking, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed respectfully three times.

After going back and forth, I forgot that I was here to remind the old man that it was not suitable to go up the mountain on a rainy day.

In fact, it is no wonder that Wu Qinghe, in this era, in addition to relatives, everyone calls each other's sons or misses. It's just that in Piyang's world, Gongzi is mostly used to describe the second ancestor, so I habitually think that in this world, Gongzi is also synonymous with the rich second generation.

Seeing that he couldn't resist his son, Wu Qinghe accepted his gift, stepped forward to help him up, moved his shriveled lips, and wanted to ask something, but he dispelled the idea.

More than a month ago, Wu Qinghe went to the west of the village in the mountains to look for lacquer trees, halfway up the mountainside, a white stone cliff across the mountain, between the branches of a pine tree at the bottom of the cliff, found an injured and unconscious young man, Wu Qinghe knew that he could not save people alone, so he hurriedly returned to the village to call the two prime men in the village, took the young man off the tree and carried him back home.

When I returned home, I saw that the young man's face was pale, his lips were dry, his breathing was weak, and he was about to die.

Wu Qinghe took off his clothes and found a small black hole in his right thigh, which seemed to have been injured by some hidden weapon, and the wound had stopped bleeding. Wu Qinghe was tongue-in-cheek, no wonder his face was bloodless, it turned out that all the blood that could be shed was gone.

The old man picked some herbs and came back, mashed them and put them on the wound, boiled millet porridge every day and fed it to the young man to drink, although he was unconscious, but he was still somewhat conscious, and out of survival instinct, he also knew that he squirmed his throat and swallowed the porridge, so he survived.

After being in a coma for seven days, the young man woke up, and after Wu Qinghe borrowed scissors, needles and threads, cotton, liquor, and wooden sticks, and asked the old man to prepare some herbs to stop bleeding, he asked him to move outside the door so as not to frighten the old man.

Bursts of low roars came from inside the house, and Wu Qinghe outside the door was shocked when he heard it, although he was a little anxious, he didn't dare to rush into the house to disturb him.

After an hour, the room was already as silent as death, and he finally couldn't hold it back, pushed the door in, and found that the young man had already fainted, but when he saw the undulating chest, he knew that he was still alive, and when he got closer, he was stunned, the small black hole in the young man's leg was actually stitched together with needles and threads, but before he could apply the herbs, the sheets were full of blood, the scissors were half hanging on the side of the bed, and a drop of blood fell from the tip of the knife.

Wu Qinghe looked at all this in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a little afraid in his heart, who is this young man?