In the late spring of March, the warbler flies and the grass grows, and the catkins in the sky fly and take away the hearts of the children at the same time, the children are the age of playfulness, how can they withstand such a temptation, the future and put down the package in their hands, they hurried out of the door, three or three in twos and two in a mess, the originally silent village was soon covered by bursts of laughter.

And the adults are full of joy when they look at their children making noise, their eyes are full of hope for the future, everything seems to be so peaceful, but not far from everyone, a dusty teenager is standing there with an indescribable loneliness in his eyes.

The boy could never go up and play with them, as usual, his participation could only provoke fists and abuse, he seemed to be a natural outcast, and even the old people in the village did not bother to look at him with serious eyes.

The boy didn't know what he had done wrong, and of course, no one would explain it to him. From childhood to adulthood, he played alone and grew up alone.

The boy has no name, no background, only a grandfather who gets along with him day and night. Perhaps the only mother-in-law who was willing to be kind to him also died when he was very young, so everyone has called him Mourning Star ever since.

Touching the corners of his mouth that were still bruised, the young man smiled self-deprecatingly, his childish little face was indescribably vicissitudes, he tasted the heat and coldness of the world, and he seemed to have forgotten his original innocence. After living here for ten years, the teenager felt a heartfelt torment all the time.

Perhaps accustomed to this different treatment, he finally dragged his tired body away, without the slightest nostalgia, leaving only an emaciated back gradually moving away in the wind.

[Child, are you back?] It was the boy's grandfather who spoke, the boy's only relative in the village.

The old man's surname is Mu, a single name and a Ya word, and his skills are quite good in the village, as if he is the leader of the village, but he is not welcomed by the village like the young man, and out of some concern, the old man has never let the young man follow him to practice martial arts, and now the old man is about seventy years old but in good spirits, but there is a trace of bitterness between his eyebrows all day long, adding a bit of old age to it, and at this moment he is looking at the young man with a loving face.

[Grandpa!]

When the boy saw his grandfather, he immediately forgot his previous unhappiness and pounced happily. From childhood to adulthood, only in front of the old man, can he really release his emotions like a child.

The old man has no children and no daughters, and he treats the boy as his own grandson on weekdays, and now when he sees the boy back, his eyes are full of smiles, but when he sees the corners of the boy's injured mouth, the smile suddenly turns into distress, he touches the boy's head, and says with a sad face: [Child, they bullied you again, right?]

[No, I accidentally fell on it myself.] ]

The young man said with a little smile on his face, feigned a childish smile. In order not to make it difficult for the elderly, the boy learned to lie at the age of five, and now he is already familiar with lying.

However, this time the old man was not coaxed by the young man, but looked at the laughing heartless young man, and sighed softly, he didn't know the attitude of the people in the village towards his child, but this child would rather hold all the grievances in his heart in order to save himself, thinking of this, he couldn't say what he felt in his heart, and there were tears faintly in his eyes: [Child, I have suffered you all these years!]

The young man couldn't see the old man sad, so he hurriedly and obediently wiped the old tears from the corners of his eyes with his little hands: [Grandpa doesn't cry, the child is fine.] ]

At the same time, he secretly said in his heart, he should try to hide as much as possible in the future, and he must not let his grandfather worry anymore, thinking of this, the young man's originally clear eyes showed a touch of sadness and helplessness.

But I heard the old man sigh: [Child, don't blame them, they also have their own troubles.] ]

The old man trembled his hands, his eyes full of excitement: [Everything is providence, providence makes people!]

[Providence?]

The young man muttered a sentence for a long time before he raised his head and looked out the window, his tone surprisingly calm: [I know, there is no hatred for no reason, I don't blame them.] ]

The old man was slightly stunned, obviously he didn't expect the young man to say this, but soon, his face was full of relief: [Child, you are right, there is no hatred for no reason, it can be seen that although you are small, you are more sensible than many adults. ]

Speaking of this, the old man seemed to be very angry, and his face turned red.

The young man knew that the old man was dissatisfied with the attitude of the people in the village towards him, but he knew that there must be a reason for all this, and he vaguely felt that it had something to do with his own background.

The boy asked about his life experience a long time ago, but the old man didn't tell him that time, but got drunk that night, drunk and unconscious, and since then, the boy has never dared to ask.

But this time, the old man seemed to see through the young man's thoughts, touched the young man's head and smiled kindly, and there was a little unwillingness and relief in his smile.

[It's been ten years, and it's time for you to know.] ]

The old man seemed to have figured it out, so he decided not to hide it anymore, took the young man's hand and said slowly: [I have buried the secret in my heart for ten years, and I will tell you today.] ]

However, somehow, when the boy heard his grandfather's words, he suddenly lost the pleasure of knowing everything, and became panicked. And the story unfolds in the old man's memories full of emotion.

[That year, the snow closed the mountain, and a few new little guys were added to the village, and the excitement was broken. ]

The old man hugged the boy on his lap, and said in a tone full of nostalgia: [The little ones are very pleasing and beautiful, but they can't drink milk, and they cry every day so much that people's hearts are broken, so I had to gather a few good people in the village, and prepare to go up the mountain to find some animal milk for the little ones to replenish, and by the way, I also brought some food for the village for the winter. ]

The young man couldn't help but sigh when he heard this, thinking that his grandfather was also a figure of the older generation in the village back then, but now he has fallen into this field.

The old man seemed to sigh with emotion and nostalgia, the boy had never heard that his grandfather had a son, and then he thought that he was adopted by the old man later, and the uneasiness in his heart suddenly intensified.

The old man saw the strange appearance of the young man, so he grabbed the young man's hand, and there was a little less vicissitudes in his eyes, and a little more relieved: [Seventeen people, they went on the road next to dawn, and the one who walked was called a lively one, and the whole village came to see us off. ]

[In this way, we went well with the expectations of the whole group, and on the second day, we found a few female goats with plenty of milk, and within four days, we had enough food to eat, and everyone was so happy that we got drunk with my permission, and I looked at the half-grown children, and they were also drunk.] At this, the old man paused again, and stared blankly at the young man, his gaze as deep as if it could penetrate time.

The young man liked to see his grandfather immersed in memories, as if only at this time could the old man temporarily let go of the unknown pain in his heart.

[But the next day, as we were about to descend the mountain, I heard a cry.] ]

[Crying...] It's the wind. The young man shuddered suddenly, as if he had thought of something, and immediately asked with some trepidation.

The old man shook his head, his wrinkled face was full of ancient wells, and said, "It's not the wind, I can hear it at once.] ]

The young man's face darkened suddenly.

The old man continued: [I took everyone to the sound of crying and touched it, and sure enough, I found a crying baby in a valley. ]

Hearing this, the young man only felt that his hands and feet were cold, and he seemed to have guessed that something bad would happen next.

However, the old man didn't notice the strangeness of the young man this time, and still said intoxicatedly: [But just as I was about to pick up the baby, a vicious tiger suddenly came out from behind the team and tore Xiaoliu's father on the spot!]

The old man was quite excited when he said this, the young man recognized Xiao Liu, and the bruises on the corners of the young man's mouth were beaten by him, but at this time there seemed to be no reason to hate him, and the young man's head was lowered unconsciously.

[I was angry at the time, and I pulled out a long knife and killed the general, but the beast was so powerful, I used all my strength, and I couldn't help it, thanks to your uncle parrying on the side, so I cut my throat with a knife.] I asked myself how many years of hunting. Tigers are not less knowledgeable, but such a difficult thing is rare in life, and the head alone is too big. But before we could catch our breath, three identical tigers came out of the forest. ]

The old man paused, and then sighed helplessly: [I think that today is more auspicious, but I suffered these young men and the child, so I made up my mind to protect them to the death, who knew that those children felt sorry for my old man, and rushed up after throwing the child to me. ]

Speaking of this, the old man's voice was a little choked, and the young man lowered his head, unable to see what his expression was.

It's all a loud man!]

The old man's eyes were covered with a layer of moisture: [My old man was not ashamed, and fled with his life in his arms, but none of the sixteen men came back.] ]

In the end, the old man couldn't tell whether he was remorseful or self-blame, and let the tears run rampantly on his face: [Ha, sixteen men, it's gone, I'm sorry for them, I'm sorry for them!]

The old man was immersed in remorse, but he did not realize that the young man had broken away from his embrace at some point, and was standing at the door in a daze.

[Hehe, that's right, it's me, it's me.] The young man smiled bitterly, his originally delicate little face was covered with hideousness, he had already guessed that it would be like this, but when he heard it with his own ears, it was still unbearable pain.

[Haha, Mourning Star, Mourning Star!] The young man rushed out in a frenzy, leaving only a panicked old man standing there and regretting it.

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