In a trance, he seemed to see a dim three-foot long sword, the gray long sword stuck in the pitch-black cliff, quiet and silent.

"This sword ......"

Nian Sui suddenly opened his eyes, and his forehead was covered with fine and dense cold sweat.

"Brother Nian! What happened to you!? ”

Mu Xiuxiu looked at the age on the wooden couch worriedly, her eyes full of concern.

Nian Sui sat up, shook his somewhat drowsy head, looked around, and said, "What happened?" ”

Mu Xiuxiu grabbed the sleeve of the old man's shirt, said softly: "My mother didn't know what to tell you, when I entered the house, I saw you fainting on the ground, and you didn't wake up until now. ”

Nian Sui looked at the somewhat dim sky through the window lattice, couldn't help but pat his head, got off the wooden couch, and said: "In an instant, several hours have passed, and I almost forgot that I haven't picked up dry firewood today." ”

"Brother Sui, you are so resting, I have just come back from collecting firewood." Mu Xiuxiu held him down and spoke in a low voice.

As the eyes of the year came, Mu Xiuxiu subconsciously withdrew his palm and hid it behind him.

Her white and soft little hands were covered with several bright red blood marks, which showed signs of scabbing.

Nian Sui saw all these things, but he didn't speak, just patted Mu Xiuxiu's arm and turned over and got off the wooden couch.

"Brother Nian, where are you going?"

The girl's voice came from behind herself, and the old man waved his hand slightly, looking a little dazed, and said, "Xiuxiu, you go to take care of Aunt Mu for the time being, I want to walk on the mountain." ”

Mu Xiuxiu bit her lip and said, "Then you have to be careful, in recent days, there are always some huge birds and birds coming and going on the top of the mountain, so don't go up." ”

"I see."

……

It's a dream again.

Years walked in the dark nothingness, I don't know how long, and finally came to the end of the glimmering light.

It's still a gray cliff at your feet.

It's still this dull three-foot sword.

The hilt of the gray-white longsword emitted a pale white glow, trembling slightly, as if it was calling, as if waiting for something.

For some reason, it was covered in dust and had been waiting for its owner.

But its owner has long since sunk into the bottomless abyss and forgotten it here.

……

Aunt Mu went.

A slightly rudimentary wooden coffin, a low earthen bag, and a stone tablet engraved with several small characters.

Mu Xiuxiu cried and fainted several times, extremely sad, so sad that she fell unconscious, and fell ill directly on the couch.

"Should I cry?"

Nian Sui reached out and touched his cheek, there were faint tear stains.

"yes, I should cry."

For some reason, the mood and feelings of the years have become weaker and weaker, and the years that were once intelligent, kind and calm have gradually disappeared, replaced by the overwhelming loneliness and silence.

The thick big hand slapped on the shoulder, and it hurt.

Nian Sui turned his head slightly and said, "Uncle Zhou." ”

Zhou Orion looked at him fixedly, and said in a deep voice: "You have changed. ”

Nian Sui's heart was surging, he raised his eyebrows slightly, barely pulled out a smile, and said, "How do you say this?" ”

Zhou Orion pointed to his eyes, as if looking at a stranger, and turned away without saying a word.

……

It was another lonely moonlit night.

"Brother Nian, in my memory, you often show a good-looking smile," Mu Xiuxiu put the porridge bowl on the wooden table and looked at him quietly, "In the past few years, I haven't seen you smile again." ”

I don't know what I'm thinking, but at this time, Kankan came back to his senses, and subconsciously looked up at Mu Xiuxiu's eyebrows, where there were already some faint fine lines.

The boring life in the mountains day after day even made him forget the passage of time.

In the blink of an eye, it has been twenty years.

The beautiful girl was nearly forty years old, but he was still the same as he was decades ago, and he had never changed at all.

Over the years, the people in the village have gradually regarded him as a monster, and they have moved away from the mountainside, and only him and Mu Xiuxiu are left in the Orion Village back then.

It's just that Mu Xiuxiu never asks about this, so he doesn't say it.

It's night.

Mu Xiuxiu lay alone on the wooden couch, tightened the thin quilt on her body, and two lines of tears flowed down her eyes.

"Brother Nian, I have liked to pester you since I was a child, not because you were good-looking, but because of the bright smile you often showed at that time, which made me feel at ease, very relieved."

"Brother Nian, I don't want to know what you've been through, and I don't want to ask, I just know that you've always been by my side and never left."

"Brother Nian, over the years, I can sense the coldness and loneliness in your heart, and I really want to share some of it for you, but you don't say anything to me, but completely close yourself off, I am really distressed and sad."

"Brother ...... years old"

The white moonlight reflected through the window lattice, gently caressing her cheeks, as if helping her wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.

……

It's a rainy night again.

Between the howling cold wind, Nian Sui pushed open the wooden door, put the bow and arrows on his back and the prey by the door, took off his soaked fur robe, and called as usual: "Xiuxiu, while the rain is not strong, I will shoot two fleeing hares back, and I will stew to make up for you later." ”

The furnishings in the wooden house were as usual, but only the gentle and familiar voice of consent was missing.

Nian Sui was stunned for a moment, and called again: "Xiuxiu." ”

It's still quiet.

An increasingly blazing storm mixed with cold air swept through the door, blowing on his face like a cold blade.

Bang Dang!

Nian Sui turned around, slammed the wooden door shut, pressed his head against the door frame, two lines of tears flowed uncontrollably, and choked up: "Xiuxiu......"

Three days ago, Mu Xiuxiu had already died at the age of seventy-nine.

It was he who personally held the stone axe and carved her stone tablet one by one.

Leaning weakly under the door frame, looking at the torrential rain outside the window lattice, he actually thought of the pouring rain seventy years ago, and thought of the weak wolf demon who called himself the "green wolf king".

Memories of the past flowed back one scene after another, as if they had just happened.

In an instant, it was like a world away.

……

"What secrets are hidden in my body? Who the hell am I? ”

Nian Sui stood up and opened the wooden door in front of him, the cold rain slapped on his face, and even made him unable to open his eyes.

This time, he did not hesitate, but walked into the pouring rain without looking back.

Although the door of the house was wide open, there was still a little warmth in the wooden house, which was a dim fire that Mu Xiuxiu had added three days ago and had never been extinguished.

I don't know how long it took for this dilapidated wooden house to decay over time.

But he never came back.