"You were just a newly-knotted pearl fetus at that time, and the uncles in your clan naturally called you Daddy to meet the agreement of the Zhi clan. But he didn't nod, he was afraid that the clan would humiliate and hurt your mother, and secretly sent someone to send her and your brother to my house. But as soon as your mother arrived, Zhisong led 3,000 soldiers to attack my house that night. My Fan clan has been established for a hundred years, and overnight, the people of the whole house have slaughtered chickens and dogs...... My father happened to lead the troops out of the city at that time, and the housekeeper desperately protected me and my younger brother to escape from the city, so that we could save our lives. Later, I learned that that night, my aunt died, and my sister who was to be married died tragically in the house because she was unwilling to be humiliated. As for your mother and your brother, we thought they were dead too. Zhisong set fire to his body in the snow that night, and the fire did not go out for three days...... Your master is good at scheming and good intentions, he is a witch, and he will ruin my Fan's century-old foundation by making up a nonsense ballad. Ah Shi, when I saw your blue eyes in Linzi, you didn't know how happy I was. He Shi Mo made up the second half of the 'Bamboo Book Ballad', and God really asked your mother to give birth to a blue-eyed baby girl. Well, since this is the case, then why don't we just follow the will of God and send them a 'lost country and state'! After Ah Su's accusation, her eyes were full of tears, but she had a twist in her bones, the more she wanted to cry, the more she refused to let herself cry, she raised her sleeve and wiped her eyes, pulled out a smile and said to me, "If there is anything else you want to ask, write it down yourself, I don't want to say it today, and I'll tell you on the road tomorrow." She got up in a hurry and galloped away, leaving me alone to sit alone under the Changchu tree, looking at the half-rotten fruit and the broken lies.

It turns out that he is not the god who guards me, he is a demon whose hands are stained with my mother's blood, and it is he who paints the nightmare of my terrified life with a single stroke, and forges a food tripod for me with a hammer!

There is no Xianyu Fangshi, there is no terrible legend of the fox clan, from beginning to end, there is only one mouth of his Shi Mo, who deceived me and deceived the whole world.

Why you, you are my master, my relative! The fire burned the corpses for three days...... Because of me, because of a young man, how many people died in the snow that night to Huangquan? How many people have lost their loved ones? It is only now that I understand why there is always a lingering sadness and sadness in my heart when I am happy, it is because at the beginning of my life, before I came to earth, I owe too many people, my soul is stained with their innocent blood, and that sadness is a punishment for me, a sin that has long been embedded in my blood.

The moonlight is cage mountain, the clear stream is silver, and someone carried a red yarn lamp, facing the rattling mountain wind to come to me.

In the clear light of the bright moon, there was a sadness and weariness on his face that had been carefully carved by the years, and he stood under the Changchu tree and stared into my eyes, my faint blue eyes, which brought ruin to his wife and his people. I don't think I'll ever ask him again why he didn't come to me, why he used me again and again. Because, a long, long time ago, he fought and tried hard for me, but I made him lose everything. Regret and hatred are two diametrically opposed emotions, but at the moment they are torn apart by the same person in my heart.

"Let's go, I'll take you to meet someone." Zhao Ji opened his mouth to break the silence under the Chang Chu tree.

"Who?"

"The person you want to meet." He took off his robe and threw it in my arms, turned around and silently walked out of the shadow of the tree with the yarn lantern, and stood far away on the path by the stream waiting for me. There is no deliberate intimacy, no aggressive gloom, under the moonlight, his tall and tired back reveals indifference and alienation, but I feel that this is my truest father after the layers of disguise have been removed.

"The poison in Zhao Ying's medicine was sent by you? It's also your person who put Cang'er in my medicine basket? "I followed behind Zhao Ji, stepping on the frost-stained dead grass in the valley with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Zhao Ji didn't seem to hear me, and only walked slowly in front of me with a lamp.

I didn't give up on asking, but he never said a word.

When we silently walked all the way to a grass hut deep in the valley, Zhao Ji suddenly turned around with a frown and said to me: "He is afraid of fire, don't scare him, and don't let him scare you." ”

He...... Who?!

I looked at Zhao Ji in astonishment, and Zhao Ji lowered his head and blew out the flame in the yarn lamp.

The darkness struck, and the surprise, panic, and excitement in my heart turned into a trance-like feeling in the darkness of this short moment. When the cold moonlight filled the valley again, I looked at the grass hut wrapped in moonlight and the shadows of the trees, as if I were looking at my dreams and the distant past. Time recedes like a tide at my feet, and if I open the little door at the end of the path, will I be able to go back to the night I left him?

I stepped into the half-human-high Xiao grass with soft steps, there was a mountain wind blowing through the grass tip, I heard the wind in the Ah Niang Ruo Ruo non-existent lamentation: "The mountain has quinoa, quinoa has no ......"

Auntie, is that him? Could it be him?

When my hand touched the cold wood door, my trance heart suddenly became scared again, I was afraid that the person in the house was him, and I was afraid that the person in the house was not him.

"Crunch-" Zhao Ji next to me pushed open the door for me.

The moonlight outside the door had not yet had time to dispel the darkness inside the room, and a terrible, almost crazy cry had rushed out from the depths of the darkness.

Zhao Ji threw away the yarn lamp and rushed in, but the piercing screams were higher and higher, as if it would never end.

The sleeping valley was awakened by the fear in the cry, there were small beasts in the forest wailing, there were flocks of birds fluttering their wings, but I couldn't hear it, tears rolled down from my eyes, I walked into the grass hut, stood in front of the bed with my hands down, and looked at the figure in Zhao Ji's arms who kept screaming and struggling.

"Brother? Quinoa ...... "In the near-blank world of sound, I heard my own trembling voice.

The man on the bed stopped and turned to look at me with a face engulfed in a huge blood-colored web. I covered my mouth, tears flowing silently through my fingers, I looked at his scarred face in the moonlight, at the few strands of yellow hair left on his erosion and scabbed scalp, and when he trembled and stretched out his two-fingered hand to me, I finally couldn't help but crouch on the ground and cry out in mourning.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...... Brother, I'm sorry......"

"Auntie?" Two twisted fingers gently landed on my face, I cried and looked up, and Ah Quinoa in my tears looked at me tenderly and said, "Auntie, why are you back again?" Didn't we say okay, you don't have to come to see me. Every time you come, you have to cry, I'm fine, I'll wait for Daddy to come, I'll wait for my sister to come, my sister is coming......"

"Brother, I'm coming, I'm coming—" I cried and opened my arms to hug the person in front of me. My brother, my quinoa, I'm my sister, I'm here, I'm finally back to you!

I hugged the person in my arms and cried desperately. At this moment, I suddenly felt that the long road I have walked around in the past 20 years, and all the efforts I have made in the past 20 years of bumps and bumps, are just to come here alive and hug this dearest and most beloved person in the world for A-Niang.

The formless quinoa was held motionless in my arms, docile and quiet, and I held him for a long time, just as my mother gently hugged me in those dark nights. I held back my tears and wanted to give the person in my arms all my warmth, but just when I thought he was asleep on my shoulder, Ah Quinoa suddenly straightened up and looked into my eyes, choked up: "You are not A-Niang, you are a sister, is my A-Niang already dead?" ”

"Brother...... "I looked at Quinoa's face and wept silently.

Quinoa closed his lips tightly, and a tear fell from his eyes, it was a big tear, and when the tear flowed across the two intertwined scars under his eyes to the wings of his nose, he suddenly opened his arms and hugged me in his arms. He clung to the top of my head and whimpered quietly, his suppressed cries breaking my heart.

"Quinoa—" I choked up to call his name.

He bured his head deep in my long hair: "A-Niang, A-Niang-" I heard his call, his wail of pain, his voice softer than the other, but more desperate than the other. I hugged his mutilated body tightly, I don't know how he used this battered body to resist Zhiyao's cruel injuries again and again in the twenty years when life was worse than death, I only know that in the past twenty years, he has never had a desperate heart, at this moment, desperate.

Zhao Ji knelt beside me, he cried and hugged Ah Quinoa's head, my shoulder. Then, I heard Quinoa's vigorous breathing and a cry that shook the mountain, and tears poured out of his suppressed heart, wetting my hair and the whispering of A-Niang in the wind.