In a corner of Nanqi, there is a village, which is said to be in all directions. Surrounded by mountains, few people visit.

"Giggles--- "The morning light is faint, and the five watches are crowing. Sifang Village ushered in another ordinary day.

At the entrance of the village, Uncle Zhao and Uncle Wang carried the reclining chairs early, smoked dry cigarettes, and chatted without stubble. If anyone hears this, their jaws drop and they smack their lips and scoff.

"Lao Tzu cut people from the army back then, like chopping melons and vegetables......"

"When Lao Tzu stabbed the court officials with a pig-killing knife, you didn't know where to drink milk?"

……

At this moment, a burly, shirtless man strode with a long knife, his chest was scarred, and his left arm was missing.

"Yo, Master Tu, are you going to enter the mountain again?" Lao Zhao's eyes lit up, "I'll open meat for my little brother with a little game..."

"Come on, I want to eat that python, toad, evil tiger, and go into the mountain by myself" Lao Wang narrowed his eyes.

Lao Zhao shrunk his neck, laughed dryly, and stopped talking.

The butcher leader snorted, "If you want to eat game, go to the kid's house of the Yun family tonight, and the man invited him." With that, he took a sip on the ground and strode away.

"That Yun family kid is clever, I like it. I just heard that his mother was ...... by those monks"

"Silence, silence..."

"Alas......"

"But I always feel that Na Langzhong is not an ordinary person, but I can't see a little qi flowing, it's weird."

"No matter what, eat meat at night!"

In the village.

In the small courtyard, a teenager was practicing boxing. The young man was naked, his well-proportioned muscles were revealed when he swung his fist, his handsome and incomparable facial features seemed to be carved out of marble, his eyes were blazing, and his eyes seemed to have cold stars shining.

"Chen'er, dad will go out and cook ...... by himself" Yunchen saw that figure changed into a snow-white robe and carried a medicine box.

"Dad, in the mountains..."Yunchen wanted to speak and stopped.

"It doesn't matter." Dad has always cherished words like gold.

Yunchen sighed, he knew his father's love for him, but he never spoke.

"Let's do it again..."

East of the village.

"Mr. Chen, what are we talking about today, I didn't understand much about yesterday's 'Tao Ke Dao, very Dao, famous name, very famous'" The young man Chen Wang made a gesture, and in front of him was his father and private school Mr. Chen Lian.

"Okay, okay, what kind of big-tailed wolf is at home", Chen Lian knocked a chestnut with a smile, "Go and call Xue'er up." ”

"Okay..."Chen Wang pouted. Chen Wang can't remember exactly how this girl got to his house, it is said that at that time, a stranger covered in blood entrusted the little girl to her father.

"Yu Chixue, the name is good, the person is also beautiful, but he is sleepy, he can sleep from Shen Shi to Yin Shi, I'm afraid he is not a little pig......"

"Brother Chen, what are you muttering" Yu Chixue didn't know when she woke up, her hair was fluffy and coiled, and her lips were lightly pursed, pink and light. She smiled slightly, and two small dimples were embedded in her face, adding to the beauty.

"Ahem, nothing, nothing. That one... Sister Xue, breakfast is ready. ”

"Mm-hmm" Cher stretched and smiled sweetly.

South of the village.

"Xiaofan, yesterday the blacksmith praised you" A middle-aged woman sorted out Yue Xiaofan's clothes. Yue Xiaofan scratched his head and smiled innocently, "Yes, mother, you don't know, Uncle Tie is usually fierce to me...... Mother, don't worry, when I finish my studies, I'll go out to find my father. ”

"Good, good, good" Under the dim kerosene lamp, the mother quietly wiped away the tears that had fallen.

North of the village

Unlike the simple and peaceful atmosphere elsewhere, here, it seems depressing and low.

Here, there is only one lonely old house.

"Whew, whew......" Yonghuan sat up from the bed violently, sweating profusely, sweat drops sliding down his hooked nose, he gasped for breath, his narrow eyes full of pain.

"Young master, are you having nightmares again?" A rickety old man pushed the door open, his mouth slightly open, a little overwhelmed.

"It's okay, Uncle Yang, you go out first." Yonghuan pressed his temples, unable to see the expression on his face, but his body was still trembling slightly. The old servant had a long mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything, sighed, and withdrew.

Yonghuan leaned back on the bed, his bloodshot eyes staring at the beams. Leaned less, and slowly closed his eyes, his fists clenched at some point, and his nails pierced the flesh.

The red sun is rising, and its path is bright.

It's dawn.

At three o'clock, go to a private school.