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"Have you read it?" Helan asked again.

Yu Wuya bent down and pulled a piece of cloth and washed it in water, wrung it out and wiped his face, all his actions exuded the breath of an iron-clad man.

"I read it, many people read it at that time, our family is from the village, not rich, but I have read it for more than ten years."

After listening to him, Helan asked, "Have you always fished?" ”

Yu Wuya smiled, as if he understood her thoughts, approached her and lowered his voice and said, "I used to be a historian. ”

Historian......

It is the person who records the important deeds of a country and the emperor, what he writes in his pen, and what posterity sees.

It is also said that what a country and the emperor are like depends on his hands.

Yu Wuya wiped his face, bent down and began to wash his hands, "Later, the country was destroyed and annexed, and I brought my mother here, but my mother doesn't know these things, don't tell her, she doesn't like me to be an official." ”

"How?"

Yu Wuya straightened up, with the aura of a tough guy flowing all over his body, "My father was beaten to death by an official." ”

I see.

She said, Yu Wuya doesn't look like a person here at all, not a grade at all.

"You go into the house, I'll cook." Yu Wuya finished speaking and went into the kitchen.

Maerimji Temple.

"Uncle, what's your name?" The little monk Yuanli ran to the hut with a meal to accompany him.

The man eats his fasting slowly, and he doesn't seem to be picky about any food, and he eats what he wants.

"No name." He didn't want to mention the name she'd shouted so many times.

Yuanli blinked, "How can it be, everyone has a name." ”

After eating, he put down the dishes and chopsticks, walked to the door of the hut and sat on the threshold, his legs bent, his slender arms around his knees, and the cigarette in his other hand, looking at the sunset.

After dinner, I also came to sit here with him.

One big and one small often don't say anything, just look at the sky.

When the smoke clears, so does dusk.

Yuanli finally got up and ran down with two dishes and chopsticks.

As night fell, the man never moved.

When his legs were numb, he wrapped his hands around his knees, and his palms were long enough to touch his shoulders, as if he was hugging himself.

Yes, he was hugging himself, because he felt sorry for himself, so he hugged himself.

Maybe no one but him cares about his feelings.

After delivering the dishes and chopsticks, he ran over again and sat next to him with a smile, "Uncle, what's wrong with you?" Are you feeling unwell? ”

The man slowly lifted his head from his arm, his eyes darkened, and he shook his head.

Yuanli put his chin on his arm and followed his example, "Uncle, you stay alone every day, why don't you go down the mountain to find your wife and children, how boring it is to be alone." ”

Hearing this, he seemed to bend his lips, and his eyes reflected the dim sky, and there was no light at all.

"When a person has survived all the hardships and survived the most difficult alone, he doesn't want to be with anyone so much."

His fingertips swirled around the scar on the side of his face, where his arm was against his knee, where it hurt.

Not to mention the recurrence of the old disease, a year ago, I still ripped my tendons, and that leg is estimated to be about to be wasted.

Sometimes he walks with a limp, and this kind of injury will stay with him for the rest of his life, like back then...... Her desperate jump.

"Uncle, who is Helan?"

It seemed that he hadn't heard this name for a long time, and when he heard it coldly, the man's heart shook fiercely.

"Yesterday during the day, you slept and dreamed of calling out this name."

He sat there without moving, and suddenly smiled.

It was a mocking laugh, laughing at himself.

Lonely Yao, why can't you forget her?