The stars and the moon retreat, and the sky will break. The fish-bellied sky of the far east, trying to suppress the red sun, and after a brief struggle, Dawn gave up the fierce battle between the two, and faded out of sight like the night that had just escaped.

Everything opens its hazy eyes, and a new day begins before you know it. The sun rises in the woods less than ten miles from the small mountain village, and the birds fly out of the nest because of his summoning to complete his day's "work".

Three or two bird cries came from among the trees, alerting the arrival of the danger of flying insects sucking dew in the grass on the ground to replenish themselves. The sun shines through the trees and shines on the earth. The smoke above the village was already curling, adding a touch of beauty under the care of the morning light, and the green hills behind the village slowly woke up.

The hill is not very high, but rather like a small dirt bag, and the mountain is lush with vegetation and vegetation. But it was unusually quiet. I couldn't find a single trace of birds, animals, birds, fish and insects. At the foot of the hill a stream runs through the middle of the village and along the edge of the woods, and the water is unusually clear. It is so clear that standing by the stream, you can see every grain of fine sand under the water, and the stream flows all year round. The village's daily water is taken from the creek.

The village is not large, there are more than 100 families, and it is quiet and peaceful. The smoke has dissipated, the sun is no longer like just now, the villagers have eaten breakfast, began to prepare for the day's work, men in twos and threes with hoes like the village next to the crops walking, everyone is talking and laughing, occasionally there are two easy-to-understand mountain songs, probably meaning to talk about the love between men and women.

Some of the children played in the water by the stream, some played hide and seek in the village, and the women came to the stream with the clothes that their men had changed the other day. Under the old willow tree at the head of the village, the old people of the village played chess and enjoyed the shade, telling the children who were around them the stories that have been passed down in the village to the present. Everyone in the village is dressed in coarse linen clothes, which does not have the splendor of the world, but has the quiet and peaceful beauty unique to this small village.

On the official road far from the village, an old man and a young man are hobbling in the direction of the village. The child is very young and looks like he is about 5 or 6 years old, which is the age when he listens to stories around his grandparents, or listens to the so-called knowledge that he doesn't understand with his eyes wide open.

The old man looked to be over half a hundred years old, with a pair of calloused and rough hands holding a wooden stick picked up in the forest to support his crumbling body, and the other hand stretched out his little finger to let the child lead. On his back, he carried a pack of dry food that had already been eaten. The old man was covered with wounds, some of them were scarred, and some of them were still oozing blood.

At this time, the sun seemed to fall down, and the old man was sweating, sweating into the wound, and the blood fell to the earth because of the attraction of the earth. The old man's clothes were already in tatters, and there was only one boot left, and his toes were exposed. On the other hand, although the clothes are scratched, they can still avoid the body, and a pair of brocade boots under their feet are also intact, but they are a little dirty.

The old man's eyes looked listless due to excessive blood loss, and they were no longer as intimidating as before, and they looked sluggish. The face was pale, without a trace of blood. Although the child was not injured, he appeared to have suffered a lot of weather. Due to malnutrition, he appeared yellow and thin, and his spirit was sluggish.

No one knows what this old man has been through, or where they have come from.

"Grandpa, I'm hungry. ”

The old man stopped, took out the already empty dry food bag from his back, carefully turned it over, turned it over and shook it off vigorously into the palm of his hand. A few pebble-sized pieces of dry food fell into the palm of your hand. The old man looked at the few grains of scum and sighed. They have been without food for three days.

"Kid, let's eat first. ”

The child blinked at the food in the old man's hand, and laboriously raised his tender little hand to grasp the dry food and put it into his mouth, which was already dry and cracked due to lack of water. The old man looked around helplessly, hoping to find something to eat to fill his stomach, or find some water to relieve the child's current situation. At this time, the child who put the food in his mouth looked at the old man, returned the food to the old man, and said, "Grandpa, you should eat, I'm not very hungry." ”

The old man looked down at the child, just in time for the child's upward gaze. An old man and a young man looked at each other for a while. The old man had a smile on his face, but he didn't take the food, and the old man didn't know how long he hadn't laughed like this from the bottom of his heart, since the lantern hanging on the courtyard door was stained red by the splash of three feet of blood that night. I've never been happier than I am today.

The old man's vicissitudes of life showed those few wrinkles written full of past experiences, and he didn't care about the current predicament of the old man, who had experienced many difficult moments when he was young. Wandering between life and death, seeking a way to survive in the harshest circumstances, is the job of people like him, and it is also the life that he is accustomed to. Although the old man was seriously injured this time, he was able to grit his teeth and hold on. But the child is still young, and nearly a year of exile is already very difficult for the child, and now it is even worse and he has been without food for three days, which is fatal for a 5-year-old child. At this time, the child still has such a move, which makes the old man happy and happy from the bottom of his heart, and feels that his sacrifice and that of everyone is not in vain, and everything is worth it.

The old man thought a lot, but it was just a smile. The old man did not take the food. He touched the child's head with his hand and said with a smile: "Child, eat quickly, you see that your stomach has betrayed you." At this time, the child's stomach is already rumbling because he has not eaten for 3 days. The child touched his belly with his hand and looked at the old man again.

"Then we'll be half of us, or I won't eat either. ”

The old man looked at the child's serious eyes and childish face, and said the serious words in a childish tone, and smiled again. Regardless of laughing twice, the scar on his face that had just healed was torn again. Just as he was about to speak, the child shouted, "Oh, grandpa, you're bleeding again." With that, he hurriedly reached out to help his grandfather wipe away the bloodstains. The old man reached out to block the child's little hand, and said with a smile, "Grandpa is fine." Come, one of us eats half of the dry food. As he spoke, he took the smallest piece from the child's hand and put it in his mouth.

Seeing this, the child smiled, put all the remaining slag in his hand into his mouth, and after eating, licked his hands again. The old man saw it in his eyes and let out a sigh again. "Alas!"

The child caught the sigh. The little eyeball, who had no energy for a long time, rolled his eyes and said to the old man: Grandpa, it's okay, we will find food soon, and it's not the first time we've run out of food along the way. Besides, I'm full, and if you're tired, I'll carry you to find something to eat. After saying that, he laughed, not defeated by the predicament in front of him in the slightest.

The old man said, "Okay, if grandpa can't walk, just wait for you to carry grandpa on his back and continue to walk, and grandpa will definitely send you to the village." We're almost there.

An old man and a young man continued on the road along the official road. The same faltering steps, moving forward slowly, because the rush along the way has already made this old and young have no strength. The reason why they can continue to go on is because of the indelible obsession in the hearts of the two. and the blood-stained scene that the two of them saw with their own eyes that night, and the child's family had no life.

As the sun sets, the sun's residual heat is still holding the earth. One old and one young have been gone for a day. Both of them have long been overdrawn. has been crumbling. The child was also starved of food and water, and was in a coma in the scorching sun for a long time. The old man didn't have the strength to take the next step at this moment, and the old man stood there looking up at the sky, his eyes full of unwillingness.

The old man was desperate, and after a year on the run, he suffered a lot just to leave the last drop of blood for the Lord. Alone against three thousand enemies, I don't know how many swords and swords I can block with my body. After many hardships and obstacles, I have now escaped from the clutches of the devil, and I am about to reach my destination, but the sky is going to cut me off. The old man used all his strength and shouted to the sky: "The sky is unfair, is the sky going to kill my Star Rain Pavilion?"

The old man fell, and he had no strength left. The eyelids slowly slipped and closed. He went to sleep. The old man had a long dream, dreaming that he went out with the Lord, fought in the south and in the north, and dreamed that his brothers, who had lived and died together before, drank wine in a big bowl and ate meat in a big bowl. I dreamed that the lantern was stained red with blood that night, I dreamed that the Lord entrusted Gu, and I dreamed that the brothers of life and death blocked the strong enemy for him just to fight for the only chance to leave.

He went back to that night, and the whole mountain city was bloody that night. Even the wind laughed at him with the smell of blood. He saw the last look in his brothers' eyes, and then resolutely carried a knife to the crowded battlefield. They are fearless of life and death. I just want to drag on for an extra second. Buy him time. He cried, he let everyone down. did not send the young master to his destination safely.

No, I'm going to get up, for everyone. At this moment, he was already in tears. Forcibly opened his eyes. At this time, the face is still wet. He looked at the starry night sky. The eyes are unusually determined. He stood up again, picked up the child and walked forward.

The moonlight shines on the earth. A road with no end in sight is illuminated. But the people on the road have a firm purpose. For the oath that once was. For the stars, for the stars. The North Star in the distance guided him as usual. All the way north.

The first dawn illuminates the earth. The old man carried the child on his back and walked all night. Looking into the distance, the smoke rose again, and the old man's heart finally ignited a glimmer of hope, and he moved his heavy body step by step. Came to the stream. Took a few gulps of water. The water is very sweet, or maybe the old man hasn't drunk water for a long time. Anyway, the old man felt that it was the sweetest water he had ever drunk.

The old man was full of strength again. The old man took out the kettle, filled it with water, and ran under the tree to feed the child. The child woke up. I've been sleeping for almost a day and a night.

The child slowly opened his eyes, and there was a hill in the distance, green. There is a murmuring stream next to it. The surrounding area is rich in vegetation. The child looked at the old man: Grandpa, where is this? How long have I slept this time? Grandpa's anxious expression eased, and his frowning brow loosened a little.

"Child, when you're awake, come and drink some water. ”

The child gulped a jug of water, and he couldn't remember the last time he drank like this. The child finishes drinking the water. The complexion is a lot more ruddy. I feel full of strength again, and I can move on. The child asked again, "Grandpa, where is this?"

"Grandpa doesn't know. But there is smoke in front of us, there must be a village, we will know by asking. "The child is happy Having a village means having food, and he hasn't had a full meal for a long time.

"Then grandpa, let's hurry up. With that, he stood up and ran under the smoke. After running a few steps, he looked back to find the old man looking at him stupidly. Look around again. Then ignoring the child's puzzled expression, he ran to the stream and lay down and poured a few mouthfuls of stream water frantically. He looked at himself when he got up. I felt my physical condition. Energetic, the wound is not as painful as before.

In the distance, she saw a small village with a hill behind it. Look at the bottom of the foot, the stream is flowing from the inner direction.

Nightless Mountain, Star Willow Forest, Rain Creek. This is the village that never sleeps.

The old man smiled. The voice was loud, "hahahaha", laughing, laughing, tears flowing from the corners of his eyes. The old man cried, crying heartbreakingly, and his liver and intestines were broken.

The old man knelt facing south and bowed to the distance. It is the highest courtesy for the dead. Naturally, children don't know and can't understand it. The old man stood up silently after his luggage and wiped the tears from his face. The old man thought about it a lot, and he finally sent the young master to the village of the night. He got the job done. He didn't feel sorry for the Lord and his brothers. He looked back at the child with a smile on his face.

"Grandpa, grandpa, what's wrong, let's go, I'm hungry. The child was puzzled by the old man's series of movements. But because I was in a hurry to find something to eat, I didn't ask. Ran over and dragged his grandfather's hand to hurry towards the village. I didn't pay attention to where I got such a lot of strength when I hadn't eaten water and rice for several days. The old man let him drag him forward. After walking for a while, the old man stopped. Squatted down and touched the child's face and said: Child, we have arrived, this is our new home in the future.

The child froze. He looked ahead and asked his grandfather: Where is this?

The village that never sleeps.

At this time, the outline of the village has already caught the child's eye. The child looked at him for a long time with eyes that did not fit his age.

Sleepless Village, my future home. The child cried.

The old man wiped his tears and hugged the child tightly.

The old man burst into tears again.