It was as if there was a light shining in through the mist, time and space changed, the scene changed alternately, and it fell back to the battle with the demon clan in Dongdushan yesterday.

Zhuyachuan's copper hammer fell again, and it was about to hit the center of his eyebrows, Jiang Wangchen's eyebrows frowned, and cold sweat was dripping on his forehead. But a person suddenly appeared and stood in front of him, and he didn't know what exercises he used, only to see Zhu Yachuan's body fly out upside down and slam on the tree, and the thick trunk did not bear the huge impact, and Zhu Yachuan's fat body fell down with a bang.

This figure blocked the moonlight for Jiang Wangchen, and also blocked the wind and waves for him. He wanted to get up and look at the figure from a different angle, but he felt that the figure was always wrapped in a thick moonlight. When he wanted to peel back the halo. Before touching it, the halo first fluctuated like ripples, and then suddenly shattered, turning into a prosperous star, and the figure in the halo also disappeared with the ups and downs of the star. When Jiang Wangchen saw this scene, his heart was lost, as if something that had been missed for a long time had disappeared again.

The afterimage is disillusioned, and the scene begins to spin again, and then returns to the void. A bright light shot out of the void. The pillar of light gradually became round and stronger, so strong that it was impossible to look at it directly. Until it turned into a dazzling sun, and the surrounding area was no longer dark but an unknown mountain forest.

The mountains are quiet, and a bluestone road winds through the lush forest. The winding path winds through the woods and over the stream to a thatched hut. There is a small vegetable garden behind the thatched house, which is surrounded by a bamboo fence, and there is a stack of scarecrows in the corner of the fence net.

"Hold the bow in your left hand and hold the string in your right hand. The waist bar is straight and the strings are pulled backwards. The silence of the mountains was broken by the voice of a middle-aged man, low and magnetic. Looking at him against the sun, he can only make out the general outline.

Next to the man stood a small child, whose face was tensed according to the man's instructions, and even the strength of the milk was exerted, and finally the bowstring of the small wooden bow made for him was drawn into a full moon.

"Keep your eyes on your prey and don't get distracted. The bow is pulled back perpendicular to the bowstring and parallel to the line of sight. The man instructed sternly as he corrected the direction of the bow with his right hand.

The child's face was flushed, and he didn't dare to change it in one breath. The eyes remained motionless on the scarecrow.

Seeing that everything was perfectly ready, the man shouted, "Release!"

The child was ordered, his right hand was released, and the bow and arrow flew out of the string, brushed past his ear, and flew steadily in a straight line in the air. Hearing only the sound of "bang", the bow and arrow were embedded in the scarecrow's chest.

When the boy saw that the arrow had hit the target, he was immediately elated, and he jumped up and down and clapped his little pink palm, and repeated in his mouth: "Father, look, look, I shot the scarecrow, and I finally shot." ”

The man still maintained a serious expression, as if he was not satisfied, and pointed out in a fierce voice: "When you let go, your posture should continue to be stable, and your breath should not be chaotic." ”

The child was still intoxicated by this small achievement, and did not listen to his father's last comments, but simply said "oh".

The man saw that the child was a little too carried away, and wanted to criticize, but it was another voice full of care and pity, and gently stopped: "Okay, Xiao Chen's first shot, you should encourage and encourage more, you are so harsh, don't break his interest and enthusiasm." Walking was a middle-aged woman dressed in plain clothes, the woman was dressed simply and plainly, wearing a water-blue coarse cloth dress, and a jade hairpin embedded in the green silk of the coil.

The man snorted coldly, still with a straight face, and said: "I taught it more than a hundred times before I barely learned it, and I dare to be so proud, then I will have it when I grow up." ”

"I don't know your stubborn temper, after all, a child is a child, and if you can persist more than a hundred times, it is already very good. Okay, okay, I see that Xiaochen is also tired, let's go here first today, let's eat in the first room. The woman retorted with a smile in her eyes, and called softly: "Xiaochen, come and eat, my mother has cooked your favorite red fish soup for you." ”

As soon as Xiao Chen heard that there was red fish soup to eat, he threw the Yuanmu bow directly and prepared to plunge into the thatched house.

"Look at you like that, put away your bow and arrows first, remember, and don't forget to wash your hands. The man reprimanded Xiao Chen again, turned around again, although his words were complaining, but his eyes were full of tenderness, and said: "You look at his casual appearance, you are used to it." ”

Xiao Chen was reprimanded, calmly did according to his father's words, and turned back to the scarecrow, obviously the arrow was only embedded in the scarecrow, but no matter how he pulled it out, he only felt extremely weird at the moment, and hurriedly turned his head to look at his parents, and shouted loudly: "Father, mother, come and help me." But his parents just stood motionless in the distance, smiling at him, Xiao Chen didn't understand why his parents were indifferent, but he didn't think much about it, he just tried his best to pull it out, and the arrow still didn't move. Xiao Chen was very panicked in his heart, and a mockery came from his ears: "You child without a father and mother, why should you hurt me, why." ”

Xiao Chen still couldn't believe what was in front of him, let alone the words of the scarecrow, and shouted and retorted: "I'm not a child without a father and mother, you are, you are." ”

After Xiao Chen finished yelling, he turned around and looked back at his parents, but the empty vegetable garden, there was no other figure, and the place where his parents were standing just now had already been empty. Xiao Chen was terrified to the extreme, and seemed to begin to understand something, but he still did not give up and looked at it again, and confirmed it again with the thatched house, but there was nothing on the wilderness.

All possession is denied, and all desire is in vain. Xiao Chen shook his head frantically, and roared unwillingly: "I'm not! No! You are the child without a father and mother...... But no matter how loud Xiao Chen shouted, what always lingered in his ears was the scarecrow repeating the reminder without hurry: "You are a child without a father and mother......" The word by word, like a hideous demon, pulled Xiao Chen into the abyss. As the sky swirled, the surrounding environment continued to fall into the abyss, and then looked at the abyss, there was a faint layer of scarlet light lingering in it, Xiao Chen only felt that his body was constantly sinking, sinking into bottomless despair. Just when he was unwilling and helpless, the figure who blocked the fatal blow of Pig Yachuan for him appeared in front of him again. As if in the dark night of not waiting for dawn, a fire suddenly lit up.

"Father, is it you? It must be you, right?" Xiao Chen looked at the figure flattered, and shouted helplessly as he wiped away the tears that swirled in his eyes.

It's just that the figure has been silent and has not made any response, this untouchable distance, that is, it is close at hand, and it has become the end of the world. And that indifferent eyes, without the slightest warmth and emotion, examined everything in the world.

The abyss, which emitted a dark red light, was like a swamp, and the more Xiao Chen struggled, the deeper he sank. Even so, he had to be desperate, reaching out to grab the figure, which was the only thing he had left in this world.

"Father...... Hold me, hold me, don't leave me behind. Xiao Chen roared, and when his head was about to be swallowed up by the abyss, the change really happened. I saw that the figure swelled rapidly, expanding and expanding, as if every time it passed, the figure doubled, and after a few seconds, the figure was like a towering tree, not to look up. Xiao Chen was overjoyed, but soon found that although his figure had become larger, the distance between him and him had not been narrowed. Looking at the figure again, it has unconsciously turned into a cold and simple stone statue, which is eternal and unchanging in time.

The darkness in the abyss had already passed above Xiao Chen's head at this time, and only one right hand remained, still unwilling to hold on to the remaining hope, and floated out of the abyss.

Who is like a rose, climbing over the wall of the heart, attracting a beam of bright sunshine, and making the heart bloom in spring.

Who borrowed a shoulder, supported the weight, crossed the memory barren hill, and opened a green grass.

It is the ten fingers that pluck the heartstrings tightly clasped, saving from the fall of the abyss, the fingertips come with the finely carved warmth, the warmth that slowly flows in, like the warm sun in winter, melts the ice and snow in the heart, and turns into a trickle, moisturizing and drying life.

Hua Youyou was woken up by Jiang Wangchen who was tossing and turning, and then looked at Jiang Wangchen in his sleep, his eyebrows were tightly locked, and his left hand was stretched out in the air, as if he wanted to grab the air, Hua Youyou hurriedly grabbed Jiang Wangchen's floating hand, but was tightly grasped by Jiang Wangchen, as if he was holding a life-saving straw, and refused to let go. Hua Youyou frowned, endured the pain, and endured the distress and looked at Jiang Wangchen quietly, the affectionate glance put the man next to him into his eyes, and he didn't know what kind of nightmare he was sinking into, and let this young face bear the full pain. The admiration in her eyes slowly faded, and turned into the helplessness and sorrow of not being able to share his pain, and now it was gradually replaced by feelings of pity and pity.

Hua Youyou held Jiang Wangchen's shoulder with her right hand, and her generous movements were like treating an old friend who had made a deep friend, and she gently and rhythmically patted it, soothing this restless and trembling body. With the candlelight of the night, Hua Youyou began to hum a simple melody, the voice was light and soft, the tone was smooth and flowing, faint, like the night.

Is despair cold? Or is it dark? Jiang Wangchen, who is deep in the abyss, only feels that his surroundings are cold and dark, give up, struggling is just deceiving himself, he has already left you, so why expect anything. Jiang Wangchen no longer resisted the pull of the abyss, and the only hand exposed to the abyss hung down weakly, waiting for himself to be completely swallowed up along with the last faint hope.

What kind of sound is this, like the tinkling of flowing water from a stream, or the "squeak" of the knotted rope rubbing against the old tree when the swing in the backyard is rippling. Jiang Wangchen held his breath and listened to this beautiful and familiar sound, the slow tone, like the sunlight sprinkled on the bluestone pavement, bypassing the smoke of the thatched house and falling into the ears of the child who practiced bows and arrows alone. The child smiled innocently, and the darkness receded in an instant, and the abyss collapsed in an instant. The world is full of colour again, still the newly built thatched hut, the still the spring vegetable garden, and the quiet scarecrow perched on the edge of the fence.

Hua Youyou watched Jiang Wangchen finally calm down, the sadness on his face was also a little relieved, his right hand was still gently soothing on him, and after observing for a while, he saw that his expression was calm and calm, and there was no other abnormality, so he finally felt at ease. Hua Youyou withdrew her right hand, yawned big, and leaned on Jiang Wangchen's shoulder and fell asleep, I don't know if I forgot my left hand, and it was still clasped with his ten fingers.