Human life is fragile and difficult to resist birth, old age, sickness and death, but there is one thing that is powerful, which can often support the dying person to survive the difficulties and continue to forge ahead. It's something that's hard to get, but it's very powerful when you get it.

We call it "will".

Two days had passed since that night in the mountains, and the time had come to the early morning of the third day, when the first rays of dawn shone on the lush bamboo forest in midsummer, the bamboo shadows were sparse, and the sunlight fell like broken gold.

And an embarrassed figure was limping towards this side with a slightly thicker branch.

He was Zhao Yue, and the sky-blue clothes he was wearing had been soaked with blood, and even several places had been torn off to bandage his wounds, looking like a beggar dressed in tattered.

He lifted his right leg and jumped in this direction almost step by step.

There was a rag wrapped around his right arm, which was also soaked with blood at this time, and even oozing slightly, but in order to maintain his balance, he also had to hold a thick branch under his right arm as a lean. The wound on his left hand was smeared with various bitten fresh green leaves, and then wrapped in a strip of cloth torn from his pants that could still be used to bandage.

He walked forward slowly, but he always had a firm belief in his heart: he must find Montessori descendants!

Zhao Yue's face was covered with dried blood stains mixed with gray dust, and her whole body was dirty, and she also exuded a smell of blood. However, in the young man's dark eyes, there was always a light that could not be dispersed, purer than the moonlight, more dazzling than the sun, as if people could understand something from it.

In front of me, two small thatched houses gradually appeared, and the bluestone chess table in front of the house was also faintly visible.

Zhao Yue stopped, showed a smile of relief, and said in her mouth: "I finally found here, I finally ......"

The picture in front of him turned from clear to blurry, and his whole body began to disobey the manipulation as if it did not belong to him. The whole world seemed to be shaking, and with a "poof", Zhao Yue's crutches were set aside, and he also fell heavily to the ground.

Just as his eyes were about to close, he saw a pair of feet on the ground of the bamboo forest come to him, these feet were dressed in fairy shoes, and there was not a trace of dust on them. Next to these feet, there was another pair of feet wearing small cloth shoes, which seemed to be a small child.

A sound like a fairy sound echoed in Zhao Yue's ears, slowly invading Zhao Yue's consciousness.

"It's not easy for you to find this place...... However, I think you are too injured for two or three days, and it is really surprising that you have been able to survive here. ”

Zhao Yue stubbornly raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot and tearful due to the severe pain, but he didn't want to cry in his heart, his hands gripped the ground, and the broken bamboo leaves and dirt entered the cracks of his fingernails, which made him say a word with difficulty.

"Blindfolding...... Montessori Descendants...... Collect my ......"

"Jokes." The old man in the white robe had a childish face, his eyes were quite bright, and he actually smiled slightly at this time, and said coldly: "I know the purpose of your coming here, but why should I help you, for so many years, how many forces have come to me, but I have never been moved." ”

Meng Shi was full of unbearable faces, his white little teeth bit his lip tightly, and his little face swelled and said to the old man: "Sir, he is dying, you can take him as an apprentice and save him." ”

"Mengshi," the old man hesitated, but there was a trace of pity in his eyes, but he still refused to let go, and continued to say lightly: "You go back to my house first and make tea, and I will drink tea in a while." You don't need to worry about this matter. ”

Speaking of this, the old man clearly felt a weak hand grasping his ankle, he was not angry, nor moved, but calm, and continued to speak slowly: "As for this dying man, who is not related to me, and has no connection, I would like to ask him why he thinks I will take him as an apprentice." ”

When the waiter heard this, he turned around and ran aggrievedly, and after not running a few steps, he stopped and looked back as if he was not at ease.

In situ, the fragrance of bamboo leaves overshadowed the blood on Zhao Yue's body, the breeze blew around, the bamboo forest began to sway, and the few leaves that shook off were matched with the sunlight shining down in the sky, natural and simple, warm and moisturizing, like a wonderful picture.

The old man slowly squatted down and leaned his ear against Zhao Yue's mouth, because he saw that Zhao Yue's pale and chapped lips were slowly opening and closing, as if he had something to say.

Zhao Yue had already lost too much blood, not only her lips were pale, but even her originally handsome face looked emaciated, like a blank sheet of paper. He saw that the Montessori descendants leaned their ears over, and said with all his strength, "Please...... Please see me first...... For the sake of the ancestors...... ...... Collect"

"Oh?" The Montessori descendants smiled softly, and there was a hint of persistence that they had to do, and asked curiously, "Your ancestor?" What did your ancestors do? ”

With tears in her eyes, Zhao Yue tried her best with the ten fingers of her hands, embedded in the dry and hard ground, felt the wetness and softness in the depths of the soil, grabbed it desperately, and said slowly: "My ancestor...... Walls were built to defend against foreign enemies...... It's a long ...... Very ......"

The Montessori descendants nodded as if they didn't understand, and said, "It turns out that your ancestor was a workshop craftsman?" ”

Zhao Yue clenched his teeth, his teeth creaked, so as to give him some strength to speak, he shook his head with difficulty, tears rolled out of his eyes, and his dirty face was spent, and then he said in pain: "My ancestor...... He...... He popularized the written language, so that everyone could have a ...... You can learn ......"

"Huh?" The descendants of the Montessori squatted beside Zhao Yue, turned their heads away from Zhao Yue, looked into the distance, and gasped casually, the old man's mentality of being at ease with the encounter was fully revealed, and then he opened his mouth and guessed: "So, your ancestor is a gentleman who teaches in a private school?" ”

Zhao Yue seemed to have only a trace of breath left, his jaw was attached to the cold soil, there was nothing on his body, but it seemed to be suppressed by the strength of a thousand catties, the two pale lips opened and closed again, and the words like gossamer gradually floated out, and the tears flowed more and more, "fluttering and fluttering" and falling to the ground.

"My ...... Ancestors...... So that the carriage can be neatly ...... Run on the wide avenue and let ...... So that everyone can spend the same amount of money...... In, buy a pound of money at the bazaar...... Stuff. ”

After hearing this, the idiot looked gloomy, waved the sleeves of his robe, and stood up suddenly, although there was pity in his eyes, but his mouth was unforgiving: "You concubine, you teased me several times, first said that the ancestor was a wall builder, and then said that the ancestor was a teacher, and then described him as a groom, a merchant, you have many ancestors, many errands, what do you have to do with me?" I wanted to save you, but it is really irritating to see your attitude, whether you say it or not, who are your ancestors? ”

At this time, Zhao Yue heard this, tears poured down from his eyes, and the emotions and grievances in his heart could no longer be suppressed, his whole body on the ground was trembling and shaking rapidly, and the hand that was originally deeply inserted into the ground slowly retracted, and he slowly took out a silk book from his arms, and howled almost hoarsely in his mouth: "Sir, my ancestor is no one else...... Correct...... It is the first emperor who swept the universe hundreds of years ago and unified the six countries, Yingzheng! ”

At this point, a flock of birds was startled in the bamboo forest, and the hands covered with dirt slowly drooped down, and the silk book slowly floated to the ground.

A gust of wind blew, and the bamboos in the bamboo forest were in a trance, and the green dragons were hissing, swinging left and right. When the old man heard this, he took a deep breath, was stunned for a few seconds, lowered his head, picked up the silk book with an expressionless face, looked at it two or three times, and two lines of tears crossed his white and tender cheeks.

After so many years, he finally waited for a moment.

Behind him, there was a waiter who hurriedly ran over, and together with the old man, he carried Zhao Yue into a thatched house.