"Uhhhh

A heavy roar came from the depths of the bamboo forest, startling several birds that were enjoying the silence.

"Big brother, big brother, wake up!"

With a childish voice and a constant shaking, the young man who was leaning on a long standing bamboo slowly opened his eyes.

The boy's excessively long bangs hung straight down, turning a pair of eyes into several petals, although he was handsome, he looked a little unhealthy because of his blue and white skin.

The boy rubbed his somewhat drowsy head and straightened up slightly.

"Big brother, you're awake!" said a seven or eight-year-old boy dancing excitedly.

"Uh, little tiger—" The boy wrinkled his eyes and continued, "How long did I sleep this time?"

"Big brother, this time it's been a terrible day!" the child who was called Little Tiger still looked excited, and replied loudly.

"Quick, little tiger, get the pen!"

Under the young man's sudden shout, Xiaohuzi responded and ran desperately in one direction.

After a while, Xiaohuzi was already sweating profusely and ran back to the young man with a huge bundle of scrolls, without the young man opening his mouth, Xiaohuzi had already turned the half-human-high scroll on the ground, and then handed a brush made of green bamboo to the young man.

Looking at the young man with the silver quill in his hand and staring at the star, Xiaohuzi asked excitedly, "Big brother, where did you go this time, you must be an amazing place to sleep for so long!

The young man seemed to turn a deaf ear, just staring at the only place on the huge white scroll in front of him that was not rendered by green ink, the hand holding the pen trembled slightly, half paid, and the young man said quietly, "Little Huzi, I forgot..."

With a "poof", Xiaohuzi slipped and sat directly on the ground.

"Big brother, you won't be teasing me, don't you remember it very clearly every time in the past..." After that, Xiaohuzi's eyes rolled, and he smiled thiefly, "Big brother~ Do you want me to take my sister's inner show... Hey, hey, hey~!"

The young man coughed violently, and then said solemnly, "Little Huzi, have I taught you this? 」

"A qualified little brother is one who can figure out the big brother's mind, hehe, I know, oops!"

Just when Xiao Huzi was able to speak, a burst suddenly smashed open on his head, and a tactful, soft but slightly angry voice sounded behind Xiao Huzi, "Little Dingzi, you take my brother badly!"

Looking at the slim woman in front of him, the young man exclaimed, "Sister Xiulin, how can I have... Your brother is closer to me than your sister, but I swear I've never taught him any mess!"

The woman in front of her is only in her twenties, with bright eyes and bright teeth, beautiful and dignified.

"Little Dingzi, you still say!" Xiulin raised her eyebrows, and then said, "Are you having strange dreams again? The woman's clear voice seemed to be questioning, and it seemed to be a little resentful.

Hearing this, the young man also sighed lightly and said, "Sister Xiulin, you also know, I..."

Ding Yan, fifteen years old, is an extremely ordinary teenager in an isolated bamboo village. It's just that at the beginning of his memory, there was an unusual thing that caused him to be a little different from ordinary people.

On the south side of the bamboo village, there is a natural spring pool, which is the place where the big girls and little daughters-in-law in the village usually play in the water, and in the deeper south, there is a deep valley cave, which is a forbidden place in the village.

The people of the village, both adults and children, respect this forbidden place and abide by the village rules. It's just that Ding Yan was born with curiosity and naughtiness, the more mysterious the place, the more deeply he was attracted to it, and for that forbidden place, he racked his brains to find out.

One day when the wind was beautiful and the sun was shining, Ding Yan, who was only a few years old, secretly came to the Tianchi in the south of the village, where several women were playing and laughing in the water.

Feeling that the pleasant sound was in the heart, Ding Yan tiptoed to a place by the pool, on the flat stone, throwing several sets of women's clothes, Ding Yan smiled, felt out a foot-long branch, gently picked off those clothes one by one, and pulled out a sack that I didn't know from someone's house, and then stuffed it in.

Ding Yan blew lightly, and after a silly amusement, he dragged the sack away quietly, hiding in a rocky mountain that was difficult to find.

The sun was shining, and a few rays of golden light shuffled on Ding Yan's face through the layers of gaps, only to feel a burst of comfort and comfort, and he actually pulled the sack under his head, and turned into a pillow and took a nap.

When the big dream was dripping, it was the exclamations of several women that disturbed Ding Yan, and after a while, another rush and dull footsteps hurriedly crossed, and Ding Yan hurriedly listened.

"Huang Po, where are you... Is something wrong?" the woman's anxious voice was faintly tinged with some crying.

"What's going on!, Xiao Lan'er, you say slowly. 」

Why is this Huang Po's voice better than Sister Xiulin's, shouldn't Huang Po be an old lady? Ding Yan couldn't help but pick his eyes, straightened up and gently pressed against the two overlapping wide rocks, and looked cautiously through the gap.

The line of sight penetrated layer by layer and landed on Xiao Xiulin's face, Ding Yan muttered in his heart, Sister Xiulin is much better looking than those old women even if she doesn't wear braids. It's just that the old women in Ding Yan's mouth are only in their early twenties, if they hear Ding Yan call them so, they must chase him all over Bamboo Village.

"Huang Po, our clothes are gone!"

"Yes, yes, the sisters are all sitting opposite each other, and their clothes are placed on the flat stone next to Xiao Xiulin, if someone comes in, there are always sisters who should be able to see it, but who knows that it will disappear in the blink of an eye!"

"But no, if it weren't for Sister Lan'er's sharp eyes, we wouldn't have noticed it until now! Huang Po, the forbidden land is not far from here... The village chief also said that there might really be those unclean things there..."

"! If there are those things, the first unlucky one is Huang Po and me, you guys wait here first, I'll go get you a few sets of clothes, and go out. It must be a donkey who is playing a prank, it's either Lianbao or Little Dingzi..."

Between Huang Po's words, she glanced at the rocky mountain where Ding Yan was hiding, but she accidentally cut off Ding Yan's line of sight.

Ding Yan was swept away by Huang Po like this, and the skin on his body felt a little numb, and after slapping his hands on his upper body a few times, he couldn't help muttering in his heart, "I haven't seen you again, how do you know it's me, is it possible that there is a little Dingzi." But why does this Huang Po look smaller than Lianbao, and when she talks, she looks like the curly bearded village chief..."

Ding Yan is a child's heart in the end, and he forgot about this Huang Po for a while, just thinking that if he was unhappy, he would be unable to go to that cave.

After a half-cup of tea along the cobblestone path, we came to a lonely and deep cave.

There are several verdant long bamboos on both sides of the cave that are tangled and intertwined, leaving only a narrow hole half a person high, but it seems a little calm for Ding Yan at this time.

In the face of this black hole that he didn't know the depth, Ding Yan suddenly smiled, threw the sack in his hand casually, and a wisp of light yellow fabric overflowed along the mouth of the bag, but at this moment, Ding Yan didn't have the heart to care about so much, and plunged into the darkness without thinking.

And then... When he saw the bright place again, it was a row of unremarkable short bamboos, and the middle was folded at an angle like a fence, and this fence didn't seem to be very intact, it actually broke a hole that was not big or small, looking at the outside of the hole, a more dazzling light pierced, so bright that Ding Yan couldn't open his eyes, and this warm feeling was transmitted... Ding Yan looked at his chest slightly, and he didn't know when he was bound by an extremely ugly flower cloth.

Hallucinations... Ding Yan looked ahead again and said, "Isn't this ugly fence just... Is the roof of my house... Roof..."

"Why am I at home?"

Ding Yan kicked the flower quilt on his body away and exhaled.

When Ding Yan walked out of the room, he suddenly felt dizzy, and then hit a sturdy body, and a voice full of anger and distress rang out, "Ding boy, do you know that you killed yourself?"

From that day on, Ding Yan became strange to ordinary people.

He's gone...

The village chief said that it was because he trespassed into the ancestral soul land without permission and disturbed the rest of the ancestors, so he took his shadow. As long as Ding Yan is not stubborn in the future and his heart is as good as water, he will return the shadow to him.

With the loss of shadow, comes all kinds of different and previous lives.

Ding Yan can't eat like ordinary people, so he can only drink water and chew on the unique bamboo core and a small amount of mountain vegetables and fruits in this mountain forest. No other food can be swallowed no matter what, and if you force it to eat, you will fall into a coma for a long time.

In addition to the weirdness of the diet, the work and rest cannot be the same as ordinary people.

Can't sleep, can't wake up.

Inexplicable tiredness without warning was the only way for him to sleep, ploughing the fields, roofs, birds' nests... Every corner of Takemura was slept with by him.

And every time Ding Yan falls asleep, he dreams of bizarre and abnormal things, which are not weaker than his own encounters, the memories of dreams are extremely clear, and every Arabian Nights is also recorded by him on a huge volume. And this pair of exaggerated white rolls, I don't know what kind of rare materials they are made of, are surprisingly durable, no matter the wind or the sun or the rain, they are still intact. Every time Ding Yan turns up, it is like a brand new thing.

Occasionally, in his spare time, Ding Yan would also wonder if Curly Beard had made some deal with some outsider master when he was young in exchange for this thing.

It's just that Ding Yan has really stabilized a lot since then, and the most he has done is to outline the various worlds in his dreams on this picture scroll.

... ...

The moon is clear and the air is getting cooler.

"Little Dingzi..." the woman's whisper came faintly, gently, and the timbre suddenly changed sharply

"Hmph! It's not that you asked for it, so young to peek at a woman taking a bath! It's really evil ~ bad ~ to ~ extreme ~! I won't feel sorry for you!"

The starry night, the empty bamboo swaying, and the thoughts are swirling.

It's just that a touch of purple tulle under Ding Yan's jaw is slightly moving with the wind, and no one notices.