Darkness shrouded the earth like a splash of ink, and at this moment, all spirits were dormant, and there was silence all around. The land that had been scorched by the sun for a day seemed to absorb so much heat during the day that it remained hot at night.

Just when the surroundings were plunged into darkness, a little white light flashed in this darkness, it was like the stars in the sky, adding a little interest to the monotonous and silent night.

If you look closer, you will be surprised to find that since this light was emitted by a dead person, this person was none other than Xingyi, and I saw a white scale on its forehead, and the soft white light it emitted enveloped Xingyi's whole body.

After a period of time, a blood-colored bamboo emerged from the scales, and a faint blood-red mist gushed out from the blood-colored bamboo to envelop Xingyi.

With the passage of time, you can clearly see a trace of blood appearing on Xing Yi's bloodless body. When the blood and qi filled every corner of Xing Yi's body, his heart, which had stopped beating, suddenly trembled faintly.

The day came as scheduled, neither early nor late, and everything seemed to be the same as yesterday, and everything seemed to be repeated and repeated. However, no one knows what miracles were born yesterday, and what is unknown today.

Above the sky, a figure flashed with red light, flew far away, and he suddenly turned back again. Fall on Xingyi's side. The red light dissipated, revealing a lean old man in sackcloth,

What attracts his attention most is his bright eyes that seem to be able to look directly into people's hearts.

He put his hand on Xingyi's chest, feeling Xingyi's heartbeat so weak that it was almost imperceptible, and then, he took out a piece of clothing to cover Xingyi, and then took Xingyi and flew into the distance.

After closing his eyes, Xing Yi seemed to fall into a swamp, but in the swamp was not mud, but endless dark matter, which slowly swallowed Xing Yi like a big mouth.

Xing Yi sank little by little, what is connected under the darkness, Xing Yi doesn't have to think about "hell". If there is such a place.

"I'm so unwilling to die like this", Xing Yi thought to himself, he struggled hard, trying to break free from this dark confinement, but it was useless,

Xing Yi wanted to open his mouth to shout, but after opening his mouth, he found that he couldn't make a sound. The world doesn't seem to need sound, and it doesn't need color. What it wants is deathly silence and fear under the boundless darkness.

Xingyi's bitter struggle in exchange for the result of intensifying the sinking, at this time, the darkness has been submerged from Xingyi's waist to his current shoulders. It seems to want to help Xing Yi "get free" as soon as possible. But Xing Yi didn't appreciate it and continued to struggle,

When the dark matter flooded Xingyi's jaw, he was honest, as if he had used up all his spirit, and seemed to be desperate, accepting his fate.

When accepting this fact, a strange feeling filled the heart of Xing, this feeling was mixed with sadness, reluctance and nostalgia. Nostalgic for the days at home, nostalgic for his kind grandfather, nostalgic for everything in his hometown,

There are mountains, grass and trees. Xing Yi closed his eyes, yesterday seemed to be in front of him, under dusk, grandpa took his little hand and walked on the bamboo forest path together, the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the bamboo leaves into a dusk yellow, and their shadows were infinitely extended.

Tears overflowed from Xing Yi's eyes, and the thoughts seemed to be trying to grasp the non-existent phantom, which would dissipate with a light touch of his hand, leaving behind an unstoppable sadness. This is the case at this time.

"Goodbye, this world, goodbye, my incomparably beloved grandfather". Maybe he missed it too much, and the teary-eyed Xing Yi actually saw his grandfather's figure appear in front of him.

Xing Yi hurriedly wiped away his tears, but he could still see it. He pouted a few times, but he couldn't hold back his tears.

The old man didn't speak, just looked at Xing Yi quietly, and Xing Yi didn't speak, because he was afraid, afraid that he would disappear as soon as he opened his mouth.

The two sides looked at each other like this, and although they were silent at this time, they were worth a thousand words. All their emotions seem to be transmitted through those affectionate eyes.

After a long time, the old man stretched out his old palm and gently stroked Xing Yi's immature face, and when the old man's hand touched Xing Yi's face, Xing Yi was shocked.

The familiar feeling, the feeling of blood connection, the kind of peace of mind that as long as he is there, no matter the wind and rain, the mountains and rivers are broken.

Suddenly, Xing Yi saw his grandfather's eyes foggy, and then, two lines of tears crossed his old cheeks. Xing Yi's heart twitched,

In Xingyi's impression, his grandfather had never cried, but now, this person who had collapsed in front of Taishan and his face did not change, since he was crying, Xingyi hurriedly reached out to wipe the tears off his face.

When Xing Yi's hand touched his grandfather's cheek, he clearly felt a temperature. He couldn't believe "grandpa". The old man looked at Xing Yi affectionately, and then smiled kindly and lovingly.

I don't know why, at this time, Xing Yi's heart was inexplicably throbbing, and at this moment, the old man grabbed Xing Yi's shoulder with one hand, and then threw Xing Yi out of the dark swamp, but the old man fell into it.

Xingyi, who was soaring in the air, shouted "no", and the old man smiled lovingly at Xingyi one last time, and then was drowned in the dark matter. Xing Yi's heart was like a fragile glass that was slammed into the ground.

"No", Xing Yi suddenly got up from the bed, and the old man who was drinking soup next to him was so frightened that his hand spilled all over his body.

Xingyi, who woke up, suddenly felt that the light was so dazzling, and the pain all over his body was so painful, as if he was about to fall apart, but compared to the pain in his body, his heart hurt even more.

As soon as Xing Yi remembered the picture just now, his heart felt a sharp pain, which was accompanied by a kind of sadness of loss. Xing Yi muttered, "It's a dream, it's a dream, it's not real."

When his eyes adjusted to the world of light, Xing Yi could see everything around him, the papier-mâché windows, the thatched roof, the simple furniture, and a strange old man who was staring at him with wide eyes covered in soup stains.

Xing Yi looked at all this with some confusion, and soon after, memories flooded like a tide, Xing Yi remembered everything that had happened before, and the moment when the sword stabbed into his heart.

When Xing Yi looked at the old man, the old man was also looking at him, and saw that the old man "had white temples, slightly wrinkled face, a goatee, a high nose, bright eyes, and a smile on the corner of his mouth, he was an old man who was half-old".

After staring at each other for a while, the old man said, "Wake up." "Hmm", "How do you feel", "Okay", this awkward conversation caused the air around him to condense.

There was silence for a while, and the old man asked, "You don't have anything to ask." Xing Yi looked at him lightly, and the old man was a little embarrassed, "For example, where is this?, who am I?and",

Xing Yi still looked at him lightly and did not speak. The old man patted his head and said, "Okay, are you hungry, do you want to drink water?" Xing Yi replied "no".

The old man got up helplessly, "It's really tiring to talk to you, you can lie down."

Xing Yi sat in front of the window and looked at the blue sky outside, "Grandpa Shan, grandpa, are you all right",

Xing Yi muttered to himself to the sky, as if the floating clouds could carry his words to his hometown. At this point, the cramping reappeared, as if something had been sucked out of my heart.