Section 2: Purple Mountain Walk (1)

Unconsciously, even at dusk, to be honest, Ren Du was a little afraid of the coming of night in his heart, for him, what he was afraid of was not the night, but everything that happened to him. Watching the sun sink into the sky, the outline of the moon in the sky gradually appearing in the sky, and the purple peak mountain began to emit a little light, everything was so natural and peaceful. It is the end of the day, the beginning of the night.

Back home, there were no more guests. A middle-aged man in a gray robe, tidying up the table in front of the hall, he is more than eight feet tall, with simple short hair, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a little stubble on his resolute face, revealing a mature and steady charm in his gestures. Looking closely, Ren Du is still somewhat similar to him. Seeing Ren Du come back, the middle-aged man raised his head and didn't say anything.

The meal is still hot, in the kitchen, go eat it. Your sister and I have both eaten. There were no superfluous words, no questions about his day, where he went, what he did. This calm middle-aged man is Ren Du's father, Ren Ming.

Well, Ren Du replied quietly, his father is like this, although he doesn't say much, he cares for him. Then he walked in. Dinner in mountain villages is usually early, and when the sun is about to wane and the villagers return from their busy work, the smoke rises from the roofs of every house, and they start to work on dinner.

It didn't take long to finish eating. When Ren Du came to the front of the hall, he saw his father sitting indifferently looking at the dark night outside the door, and a small bowl of wine was placed on the table next to him,,, he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Ling'er is going to Aunt Li's house to have fun again?" Ren Du's words broke the silence in front of the hall. Aunt Li is Ling'er's wet nurse, the family lives at the entrance of the village, and has a daughter, the same size as Ren Du's sister, the two are good friends, they have grown up together since childhood, the kind of intimacy, often play together at night, and sometimes sleep together.

"Yes, I went to play after eating. I don't think I'll be back." His father's magnetic voice replied.

"Is Father going to the mountains tomorrow?"

"Well, I'm going. I'm going to have to get some mountain springs and come back to make wine. ”

"Then Du'er will go with his father tomorrow. ”

"Well, it's okay, the mountains are clean, come with me tomorrow" As the father of the child, how did he not know what the child was doing recently. But I didn't think much about it, thinking that it was because the family had been too busy recently, and the child was just quiet. Then he said: But you have to get up early, tomorrow your Uncle Zhang will also go with you, you need his help, and you need to borrow his cow to pull down the spring water.

"Good father".

"Well, then I'll go to your Aunt Li's house to say hello. Tell Ling'er. With that, he drank the rest of the wine from the bowl and got up. This is a simple conversation between father and son.

Uncle Zhang was a hunter, about the same age as his father, and although he was a little shorter than his father, he was much rougher than his father. The family lived next door, and was friendly with his father, who often came to the house to beg for wine and drink, and occasionally brought meat from the game. The body is sturdy and burly, and the muscles on his body bulge like solid stones. I had heard that he had to knock down a cow with his bare hands. It is a famous hunter in the village.

He has a child named Zhang Xiaohu, who has been Ren Du's playmate since childhood. looks very much like his father, the same age as Ren Du, but his strength is amazing, at the age of eleven, he can easily pick up his father's spear and dance, Ren Du is also tall among children of the same age, but he is steadily half a head taller than Ren Du. In terms of fighting, none of the children of the same age have beaten him. Bronze skin, tiger head. claimed to be Ren Du's eldest brother and said that he was covering him. Whenever he talks about his father, he is proud. "My dad is so powerful, even if it's a cow, a tiger can lie down!" Saying that, he didn't forget to dance and make a few movements, and that momentum often made Ren Du laugh. I don't know if Huzi will go tomorrow, Ren Du thought.

The rest in the countryside is also early, and every family has turned off the lights and gone to bed before the dawn, and the same is true for Ren Du's family. At this time, Ren Du was lying on the bed, but he didn't think much about that dream, he was thinking about his own life. Alas, although this dream has always affected me, life has to go on, maybe over time, I will get used to it. Habits are sometimes terrible, but in this matter, he has no choice but to force himself to get used to it. Since there is no way to do it, let's get used to him. Alas, sometimes adults are like that, let alone young children.

His eyelids grew thick like a mountain, and he fell asleep. The slightly beating candle flame reflected his immature face, his eyelashes trembled, and everything seemed so ordinary. The door was gently pushed open, and his father walked up to his bed, gently helped him pull the quilt up, and extinguished the candle. Then he gently closed the door and walked out.

The moon is high, the stars are dotted, the night is deep, and the breeze outside the window sometimes blows the leaves and rustles lightly. A sound broke the silence of the night, and the boy was awakened again, he sat on the bed in a daze, his sleepiness faded like a tide, the heavy wheezing sound seemed to hide the sound of insects outside the window, his back was full of cold sweat, and the soaked sweatshirt was cold against his skin, which was the only thing he could feel alive.

He numbly pushed open the window, the night breeze was slightly cool, brushing the short hair on his forehead, the back was still cold, he shivered slightly, staring blankly at the mountain peaks that slightly emitted purple light in the distance, his breathing gradually stabilized, and he could hear the faint insect chirping outside the window, the stars in the sky were quiet, the people were quiet, and the heart was quiet. A thought gradually rose in the heart of this eleven-year-old boy that I could not get used to. Habit is to admit defeat, I don't want to and won't be the one who admits defeat, I can't passively let the torture, how can I be defeated by a dream, even if fate wants me to give in. I have a sister, a father, a mother I have been thinking about, and there are so many people who love me, how can I admit defeat!

Nothing lasts forever, the sun will die, the stars will fall, the purple mountain will collapse........! I will definitely find the source of all this! It doesn't matter if it's true or not! I will personally stop it from happening! I will never allow them to happen! Although the eleven-year-old boy is immature, his face is full of determination, and he seems to have made up his mind. He clenched his fists tightly, and in the depths of his pupils, there was a sharp light, and that light could penetrate everything!

Young children, strong hearts!