"Yo, isn't this Qingyun, I haven't seen you for a while, where have you been?"

The one who spoke was a swarthy boy, about fifteen or sixteen years old, born with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and a sturdiness that was not weaker than that of an adult.

"Where can I go, it's not that I stay in the mountains, do nothing all day long, read, write, and write, how can I be like your iron pillar, my body is so good, and I can go out of the village to the town to learn a craft to earn money to honor my father and mother, by the way, how is the iron learning?"

The young man named Qingyun replied with some envy. Tie Zhu grinned, with a kind of pride on his face, and said with a smile:

"Haha, I can't see it, our little bamboo pole still has this Yaxing! Look at you are as thin as a girl, are you ready to choose the sun to rise out of the mountain, take the top exam and come back to the glory of the ancestors, haha!

Immediately, Tie Zhu was jealous of Qingyun, sighed, and said with a wry smile:

"Hey, I'm an apprentice now, it's too early to be in charge of my own family! You're much smarter than me, if it weren't for the fact that your body is too thin, you're definitely a good seedling to learn martial arts, and no matter how bad you are, it's better than me to learn to strike iron!"

Naturally, the small bamboo pole in the mouth of the iron pillar is a handsome young man in front of the rising sun, and his name is Qingyun. The two met at the entrance of the village and entered the village in a playful manner.

The village is not big, named Liangren, sandwiched between the two peaks known as Yiqian Mountain and Banqian Mountain, about 20 miles away from the nearest Gufeng Town, not close or far, it is an ordinary small mountain village around Gufeng Town.

The iron pillar is Qingyun's hair small, this year is sixteen, one year older than him, since he was a child, he has grown black and strong, it is said that he was born with a weight of nine catties, and his nickname is nine catties, and he is a small nine.

However, he didn't like people to call him by his nickname, because Yan Nanzhi, the little girl in the village, always laughed at him for being a little fat man, saying that he was not as elegant as Qingyun, although he didn't understand what the word "elegant" meant.

Anyway, since he heard what Nanzhi said, he was inspired to lose weight, but he was scolded by his parents.

Before he could say a few words, Tie Zhu hugged the thin Qingyun and said angrily:

"Little bamboo pole, you haven't seen your big brother for a few days! Does he not want you anymore? Let me tell you, if he really doesn't want you anymore, you will recognize me as a big brother and mix with me, I guarantee that you will eat and drink spicy food in the future, and you can grow as strong as me, look at you all day sick, you can't eat at first glance!"

Hearing this, Qingyun's brows furrowed, a slightly angry expression appeared on his face, and he wanted to break free of the strong arm of the iron pillar, but it was obvious that this was in vain, so he had to protest:

"He's my father, not my brother!

Tie Zhu gave him an angry look, grabbed Qingyun under his armpit, and walked towards the village, don't say anything as he walks:

"You're talking nonsense again, how can there be a father who is a few years older than the child, and your brother looks to be in his early twenties at most, not as old as my brother, you must have picked it up by him! Besides, the old man of Liangshan seems to call your brother Mr. Yi, and your name is Qingyun, how can there be a son who doesn't have the surname of Lao Tzu? Don't blame me for speaking ugly, the little white-faced brother is unreliable, you see my brother, tall and strong, darker than me! However, he treats me better than my father! When I was a child, I got into trouble, and he was beaten for me..."

Without waiting for the iron pillar to finish speaking, Qingyun kicked him hard, and ran to the village while he was in pain and let go, and said in his heart that this iron pillar didn't know what illness he had committed today, why did he have to think about accepting himself as a little brother?

In fact, when he was running wildly, Qingyun's heart was still very lost, because he had lived alone with his father and mother on this isolated mountain for as long as he could remember, and walked from their small cabin to Liangqian Village at the bottom of the mountain, and there was a mountain road for nearly an hour. His mother died when he was seven years old, and he has been living in the mountains with his father for eight years.

His father only allowed him to go down the mountain three times a month, and he had to go to his grandfather's house in the two mountains to learn to read and write, and each time the time was not allowed to pass the unitary hour, and sometimes even for several months, his father inexplicably did not allow him to go down the mountain, which made him feel very lonely when urinating.

What he didn't understand even more was that since he met his friends in the village, he knew that the child had to have his father's surname, so why was he called Qingyun instead of Yi Yun or Yi Qingyun?

Isn't he born to his father? Is it really like what Tiezhu said is a wild doll who has no father and no mother and was picked up?

For this matter, Qingyun quarreled with his father for the first and only time when he was a child, and he was very sad, because his father always turned his back to him and did not say a word.

My mother was no longer there at this time, and I was full of incomprehension and sadness and had nowhere to confide, and my father always looked into the distance with a cold face.

He clearly felt the tears rolling in his eyes, and then the warm liquid ran down his cheeks, slowly getting colder, and then slowly disappearing, from the first choking, to the later wailing, then to the crying, and then the crying gradually weakened, and finally he closed his eyes, and lost consciousness in the darkness little by little.

I remember that time in the dark, he seemed to see his mother who had passed away for more than a year, as if he felt that when his body would always become very cold every few days, his mother's warm hands were placed on his heart, and the feeling of being cared for. It seems that when his mother came down the mountain to pick him up at the gate of the village, she was calling him Xiaoyun'er, holding his little hand and walking through the long mountain road.

My mother seems to have countless lights around her, and every time I go back to the mountain with her, there is never fear or longness on the mountain road.

Unlike Daddy, he never picked himself up.

"Yun'er, Yun'er!"

The familiar voice came from his ears, and Xiao Qingyun slowly woke up.

"Mother, is it you, mother, don't you go, mother, Xiao Yun'er is so cold, Xiao Yun'er is afraid to walk alone on the mountain road!"

As he spoke, Xiao Qingyun's eyes were still closed weakly, and tears overflowed uncontrollably. But when he opened his eyes with all his strength, what he saw was his father's cold face.

"You go away, I don't want you, you're not my father, I want my mother, I want to find my mother, I want to find my father! Mother, I'm so cold, mother!"

Xiao Qingyun cried and slapped his father's arm, trying in vain to force him to take the big warm hand that was open on his forehead, but no matter how hard he tried, it was to no avail.

"Don't cry, silence. ”

His father's words sounded harsh, but when he said it, he was so gentle, Xiao Qingyun had never seen his father so gentle.

For some reason, he was crying and immediately quieted down after listening to his father's words. Then, Xiao Qingyun saw a white light suddenly appear in his father's hand, bright, but not dazzling, and then his father asked him to close his eyes, then gently stroked his chest with his hand, and finally stayed at the position of his heart.

Gradually, Qingyun felt that her body began to warm up slowly, just like when her mother was still there, as long as she said that her body was cold, she would immediately touch her chest with her hand, and it would not be cold for a while.

But since the mother's absence, if she is very cold, her father never helps herself warm like she does, but allows herself to survive it, telling herself that if she can't hold on, she will die.

He didn't know what death meant at that time, but he vaguely knew that maybe he would be able to see his mother after he died, right?

But he didn't want to die, because if he also died, Daddy would be the only one left in the world to live alone, and he could go to see his mother, so what would Daddy do?

That's the belief he holds through every time.

"Open your eyes. ”

After a while, my father whispered.

Xiao Qingyun slowly opened his eyes, and found that his father was sitting on the edge of his bed with a tired face, his entire white clothes were already soaked, and his bright eyes had become much darker, even his long black hair had become a little gray, and the whole person seemed to be seriously ill, and his face was even more ugly than his own.

"Daddy, what's wrong with you, are you sick? Is Yun'er's illness making you like this? Daddy, are you okay Daddy!"

Xiao Qingyun immediately sat up, threw herself into her father's arms, and cried.

"Daddy is fine, get dressed quickly, don't get cold. ”

Father cheered up, put Xiao Qingyun on the bed, and dressed him.

To this day, he vaguely remembers that it was the first time his father dressed him. When Xiao Qingyun was able to get out of bed on his own, his father stood with his hands in his hands again and stood silently outside the room.

The mountain breeze was slightly cool, blowing his father's long hair, and he felt that his father's figure seemed to be a little strange.

Like a child who knows that he has made a mistake, Xiao Qingyun didn't know what to say, and after a while, he only heard his father speak softly, and his voice was full of exhaustion:

"The name is just a code name, the past is gone, even if my father doesn't tell you that my name is Yi Qing all his life, don't you always call me Daddy? Haven't I always called you Yun'er? In this world, names will change, but some things will not change. ”

"What is Daddy talking about, Yun'er doesn't understand, so am I born to Daddy and Mom?"

Xiao Qingyun asked timidly, his tone full of anticipation. And this young man who called Yiqing also adjusted his mood and said firmly:

"Of course. ”

"Oh~I'm my father and mother~"

After Xiao Qingyun listened to Yi Qing's words, he jumped up happily for a while, but with a call as crisp as a yellow bird, Qingyun's thoughts were gradually pulled back to reality by this tactful voice.

"Brother Xiaoyun ~ Brother Xiaoyun ~"

What greeted Qingyun's eyes was a little girl with a double ponytail, the same size as him, although she did not apply powder, but her pretty face did not need these vulgar things to decorate, like an uncarved jade, which was natural.

The girl was dressed in a dark green long skirt, and the skirt swayed between the runs, and the whole person seemed to come out of the poem and painting, and she was very light and like her name.

Yan Nanzhi.