The wind swept up the dust, and the two gods used their last mana to kill each other. Chen Feng curled up on the ground, holding on to his grandfather's feet so that he was not blown away by the wind. When he opened his eyes again, the old grandfather stood naked in place like him, emitting a faint blue light on his body.

At this time, the sun is so soft, and the warmth enters the bottom of my heart. The old grandfather was like a drop of paint falling into the clear water, melting little by little, with the faint blue light......

"Boy, come here." He trembled and summoned Chen Feng and smiled sweetly. "Come here, let grandpa hug ...... again"

Mu Ne stood in front of him, the warmth in his eyes and the sourness of his mouth and nose made Chen Feng unable to say a word. Grandpa stretched out a hand with great difficulty, but tried his best to disguise his relaxed appearance. The blue light swirled over that strong arm, flying away little by little. Sun Tzu finally took a step forward, another step. The outstretched hand finally touched the big and fat ears of the little fat man, and hugged the hedgehog's round head. The other hand trembled around the fat belly, wrapped his arms around his waist, which was darker than wheat, and groped his way to pat the tight back that shone in the sun, like a newborn baby.

It's the first time, and it's the last time. He hugged the kid in front of him tightly, as if he were the most precious treasure in the world. The sweaty young face rubbed his grandson's ears and temples tightly, and large tears flowed down the corners of his resolute eyes to his lips, and then gathered into droplets to wet his grandson's smooth and translucent shoulders.

Forehead to forehead, those were two young faces. Raise your head and leave a hot and moist kiss on your grandson's forehead. Trembling, he scratched the blood stains on his fingers between his eyebrows.

"Boy...... Morning...... I talked to my grandmother...... Our family...... It's a ...... with the surname Chen."

……

Chen Feng knelt on all fours in front of the bright bed, and in the dim light, he didn't bother to look at Chen's aunt even a glance. He lifted his dusty arm, wiped away the tears that he didn't want to fall, and mustered up the courage to stand up.

Sitting on the edge of Hong Liang's bed, time still stands as still as that day. Only the breeze outside the window tells them that time is still flowing. It's time for you to wake up, silly boy.

Holding Hong Liang in his arms, he struggled to hold up the fat man who was nearly two hundred pounds. Passing by Chen's side, the broken white veil trembled at Chen Feng's footsteps. He didn't look at her, but walked straight out of the stone house into the sunlight that was pouring down as the clouds cleared.

The cold wind and the warmth of the sun overlapped on Chen Feng's body, and his loud hands hung weakly in the air. This wasn't the first time they'd been so close since they met, and the previous fights had made them all too familiar with each other. But at this time, there was no trace of life in this solid body, no communication at all, just a pitiful emptiness under the shell.

Grandpa's last smile appeared in his eyes, and that blue light penetrated into his body, as if it was hidden deep in his soul. He didn't know how he came back, he only remembered Grandpa's knowing smile, the warm sunshine, and the cry of the beast god. Suddenly it was pitch black, and a fire ignited on his body, and he fell heavily to the ground of the stone house.

The pebbles under his feet solidified the rain-soaked earth, making a faint sound under his footsteps. From time to time, he paused to let his heavy breath soothe his tired body. He can't go fast, even if he is himself today, it is very difficult to hold Hong Liang in his hands. His steps could not be very large, and the lime burns seemed to be scratched by the hot yellow sand, and the fierce wind and fire...... Almost step by step, it moved over the frogs and insects, the birch birds, the shallow streams, and the red sun. The pebbles that had been watered by the rain coughed crisply under their feet, and their chubby feet were painful. Walking past, there were wide footprints left on the dirt, and yellow rain oozed from the footprints.

The stream was wide and became a small river, calm like a pool of lake. The pebbles in the water are covered with thin layers of moss, and from time to time a few small fish swim by, flashing in the gentle current.

"We're here." Chen Feng said.

This is where the creek bends at the foot of the mountain, and the water peeks strangely out into the birch forest, and the riverbed deepens slightly, becoming a round pond that is not closed. The pond is small and shallow, and is paved with fist-sized pebbles, as if someone had deliberately paved them. The birches surround the area, and the pine trees on the top of the mountain watch quietly.

"Wait for me, I'll be back right away."

Let Hong Liang sit against the birch tree, he stretched his waist relaxedly, and waved his already numb arms. Turning their heads to look around, no one would disturb them except the fish in the water. Who's going to bother? Who will come in this Fengshen Valley? Chenhui should still be in the hut, maybe her heart is like ashes, right? Maybe she is still looking forward to Chen Feng going back again, saving her grandfather, and fulfilling her wish.

Go back, what if you go back? Save Grandpa Tai, will he still be the current Chen Feng? Will he still have the mana to go back? Even if he had, would he ever go back? The cycle of time trapped the master of time, and he finally understood that he could rewrite everything in the world except himself.

An electric current drilled from his neck into his head, and he closed his eyes in pain, holding Bai Hua beside him and gasping for air. I don't know why, the pain came more and more often, and the pain made him break out in a cold sweat.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that Hong Liang was still sitting under the tree. Hanging his head, motionless.

Chen Feng ignored him and walked a few steps into the woods. Aimed at the roots of the tree, he urinated happily. With the sound of the commotion, his original happiness seemed to run back, and everything he had just experienced seemed to be just a dream.

Kicking Hong Liang into the water with bad intentions, it was like pushing him into the lake during a tour. He walked down slowly, the moss was smooth, and no matter how careful he was, he still sat on the rocks at the bottom of the river, and slipped out like a slide to the deepest part of the pool.

Sitting up and laughing, if Hong Liang was conscious, he would have fought in this river. He leaned towards the edge of the pond and lay quietly at the bottom of the river, leaving only his nose and mouth exposed. Here, the river swirls softly, washing away the dust. The cool feeling soothed the pain of the wound, and even the heart and lungs were refreshed. He felt a small fish crawling on his body, as if it was pecking at the dead skin of the wound, tickling. But the fish seemed to be very mischievous, spinning from bottom to top, not only on the thighs, but also on the dead skins on the eggs. I really want to go to sleep like this and never wake up again.

A bright red slowly sank to the bottom of the water, enveloping Chen Feng and infiltrating Hong Liang. The faint blue light cast a blanket of blue light over the water, and under the sky were two equally bright red suns. The two boys were sleeping in the sun, with a faint smile on their lips.

……

He could feel the light, he could feel the leaves swaying in the sunlight, he could hear the singing of gray cranes in the distance, he could hear sparrows chirping on the branches. But he just couldn't open his eyes, he still wanted to sleep. He knew he was breathing heavily, he knew he was opening his mouth, he knew he was snoring, but he still didn't want to wake up, he didn't want to open his eyes.

Who is touching themselves? He could clearly feel a hard finger poking him in the stomach. You can also hear a familiar voice calling him, calling him Dead Fat, calling him Big Fat Bear. It seemed that he really couldn't sleep anymore, and with a yawn crooked mouth, he opened his eyes.

Vaguely, he saw Hong Liang grinning at him, and his big eyes narrowed into two slits. The dark skin drove away the paleness of the past few days, and two large hands dangled in front of his eyes.

He didn't get up, he stretched comfortably on the slate bed, and let out a hum of enjoyment from his nose. The sun shines through the leaves and shines warmly on your body. Staring at the roof, even the big bluestone came alive.

"Sleep beautifully, right? Miss your daughter-in-law, right? ”

Chen Feng didn't pay attention to Hong Liang, nor did he follow his fingers to look down. But all men know that feeling, waking up one night with a pillar of optimus, feeling extremely refreshing but uncomfortable.

It seemed that the water of the river in the pond had healed his wounds. In order to awaken Hong Liang, he turned water into ice and cut veins to draw blood. At this time, the knife on the wrist was gone, and even the lime burn was much better, and the healthy skin had grown, leaving only the dark red to remind of the astonishing encounter.

"Give me a call home."

"How long did I sleep?"

"Make up a nonsense, don't scare them."

"Where is this? Who's that pretty girl? ”

"Aren't we in the river?"

"I carried you back, dead fatty, didn't tire me to death."

"You've been dead for days......"

With the power of the gods, it is not difficult to make a phone call in this deep mountain and old forest. Hong Liang's phone at home was quickly connected, and it could be heard that the family was already in a hurry.

"Son, what's wrong with you?" The anxious voice of his father, who was far away in Shandong, came from the opposite side, "You didn't answer the phone when you called, and then it turned off the phone, and I didn't reply to the text messages." ”

"My phone is broken, just fixed." A thick Shandong accent echoed in the stone house, and two big feet made a snapping sound on the ground.

"Why don't you tell the family if it's broken?"

"Oops, I'm fine, don't worry."

"What's wrong with you?"

"Blown."

"What's blowing again?" My father seemed to be in a hurry, almost getting over the phone.

"Leave it alone!"

With a snap, Hong Liang hung up the phone, and the room was quiet again!

He was very satisfied with Hong Liang's handling of the family. At least there will be no more speculation at home, and the incident will be covered up as if it never happened. After resting for another two or three days, the injuries on the two of them should be almost healed, right? Can everything go back to the old days?

Hong Liang suddenly stood up from the side of the bluestone bed and strode out of the room. The wound that ran from the front chest through the back was still clearly visible, and they didn't know what kind of danger was waiting for them in front of them.

(Today is January 20, 2023, and it's 1:50 a.m.) I don't know what the upcoming Year of the Rabbit will be, and I don't know if this unknown situation will affect me to put the story of a few years ago on the platform, so I say Happy Chinese New Year to my friends who read this in advance.

At this point, the story of the old grandfather was over, and Chen Feng really witnessed death for the first time. He doesn't know, and I don't know. I only hope that the filth of the world will not infect the original pure eyes, but this wish will be disappointed after all. ）