The boundless darkness is full of dead silence, it will blindfold you so that you cannot see the light, it will cover your ears so that you cannot hear the sound, it will block your mouth and nose and die in suffocation, it wants you to sink in the darkness forever.

In this darkness full of dead silence, my heart is full of unparalleled panic, fear, pain, I want to scream, I want to escape, I want to cry, but in this darkness full of dead silence, where do I want to escape, where do I go? Even crying is just a vain mouth wide open, no sound, no tears.

Is he really going to die? How old is I? Fifteen years old! Is I really going to die? Do I still have a family? Father! Is I really going to die? Is I really willing? No, I'm not reconciled, I can't die......

In a bamboo forest, a simple thatched hut, the thatched hut was filled with a strong smell of herbs, and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy was lying on the dilapidated wooden bed in the corner, with a silver needle on his head, his face was pale, and he could not see a trace of blood, if it weren't for the faint breathing from time to time, I was afraid that others would still think that this was a dead man!

Suddenly, the boy's eyes moved, and then again, slowly opening a slit.

Feng Yi felt that a pair of eyelids were afraid of being as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he struggled to open a gap, but this small movement used up all the strength of his body, and his internal organs were hot and painful, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, he knew that he was not dead, and it was good to be alive.

That's right, the dying boy lying on this bed is none other than Toyoichi.

"Heaven's fall, heaven's fall, you're finally awake!" The unfamiliar voice, with the smell of surprise, Toyoichi's drowsy head had not yet reacted, and a miserable-looking face met his eyes, his half-white hair was sparse and sparse like a mess of straw on his head, his sallow and flabby skin hung down on his thin torso, his small eyes with a big red nose, a mouthful of yellow teeth were uneven, and he had a few jagged white whiskers on his chin.

Now, this miserable face was full of joy, and only a gap remained in the already small eyes.

"Heaven falls, my son, you have finally woken up! If you die, how will your father live!" said the miserable-looking old man's eyes were red, and tears fell "crackling"!

"What? son? I'm his son? who is he? where am I?"

Toyoichi's groggy head was full of questions, but just by opening his eyes, he had exhausted all his strength, and Toyoichi felt that he couldn't hold it anymore, and he closed his eyes and fell into a coma again.

When I was unconscious, I was still thinking about the question in my head, "Am I his son?" Who is he?

"Heaven falls, son ......".

Seeing this, the miserable-looking old man immediately stopped crying, hissed twice, and stretched out two fingers like chicken claws to put them on Toyoichi's wrist.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's not dead, it's not dead!"

The old man let out a long sigh of relief, with a relieved look on his face, and carefully covered the quilt for Fengyi before getting up and going outside.

The old man moved into a large wooden barrel from outside the house, carefully packed the medicine bag with his carefully arranged medicinal materials, put it into the bucket, and then added hot water to the bucket bucket by bucket, and after standing for a while, the old man reached out to feel the temperature of the water, nodded with satisfaction, and the old man took out the peeled clean Fengyi and put it in the bucket, and the topless Fengyi, two dark red palm prints on his chest were clearly visible.

The old man made another opening with a brim, and he could cover the mouth of the barrel with a wooden plank that showed out of Toyoichi's skull.

Not long after, Fengyi, who was in a coma, twitched from time to time, his brows furrowed, and a trace of blood appeared on his originally gray face.

After waiting for a while, the old man stretched out his hand and twisted the silver needles on Feng Yi's head one by one, except for the Baimu acupoint, and after twisting the silver needles, the old man would slowly insert the silver needles back in place, and so on nine times before it ended.

After carefully observing Feng Yi, he saw that he was not in pain because of his own needle, the old man took a deep breath, his left hand became a sword finger against Feng Yi's eyebrows, and his right hand slowly twisted the silver needle inserted in the Baimu acupoint, first rotated clockwise four and a half times, and then rotated counterclockwise four and a half times back to its original position, as if an illusion, only to see a trace of red, along the twist of the silver needle into the old man's body, for a while the old man's face was red, and the top of his head was full of smoke.

When the silver needle was in place, the old man sat weakly on the ground against the barrel, rubbing his head on the cuffs and gasping for breath.

It's just that in this short moment, the old man's originally half-white hair seems to be whiter again, and his sallow and sagging skin looks even older.

"Hey, my son can't die, my son was saved by me!" the old man babbled with a stupid smile on his face.

After the temperature of the water in the barrel slowly cooled down, the old man got up, opened the lid of the barrel, fished Toyoichi out of the water, wiped the water droplets on Toyoichi's body with the towel that had been prepared, and stuffed it back into the futon before he let out a long sigh of relief.

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Feng Yi held on to the door frame, barely leaning out half of his body, just this insignificant action, Feng Yi felt that the whole person was out of breath, Feng Yi could feel his face, the only trace of blood dissipated instantly with his insignificant action, at this time his face should have become extremely pale, and the beads of sweat on his forehead couldn't stop dripping down.

"Oh, why did you get up from the sky, your body is not far from good now, now is the weakest time, how can you walk around!"

When the old man heard the voice, he hurriedly threw away the herbs in his hand, ran over, and carefully helped Fengyi, although his words seemed to be a little complaining, but his face was full of love.

"It's okay, I've been in the house for a long time, I can't lie down, come out to breathe. ”

Feng Yi smiled reluctantly, knowing that he was injured now, but he didn't expect his body to be weak to such an extent, far inferior to ordinary people, and it was very difficult to walk two steps.

"Son, let's not be in a hurry, take your time, don't worry, Dad will definitely cure you!"

The old man saw that Fengyi's expression was lonely, his expression changed, and he hurriedly comforted him.

I don't want to be in a hurry, but my heart is like a fire burning, and I am very upset.

"Senior You, I'm not from the sky, and I'm really not your son!"

Feng Yi's face was full of helplessness, through simple exchanges these days, Feng Yi knew that this old man's name was You Keji, but now he seems to be a little confused in his head, as if he doesn't remember many things, and he has to say that he is his son You Tianxia, as soon as he denies that it is his son, he sheds tears, and he loves to cry more than when he was a child.

"Son, Dad knows that you are still angry with your mother's death and father, but no matter how angry you are, you can't deny me as a father, you are Daddy's only relative, if you don't even want a father, what should Dad do, woo woo woo ......"

The old man You Keji's tears really came as soon as he said it, looking at Fengyi with red eyes, and as he spoke, the tears the size of soybeans fell down one after another.

Feng Yi looked at the old man helplessly, who let his life be saved by him, the grace of dripping water should be reciprocated by the spring, it seems that his cheap dad is recognized and recognized, and he has to be recognized if he doesn't recognize it, and he can't recognize it, but this father, Feng Yi can't call it out for a while.

"I'm not angry!"

Fengyi had to be patient and explained, if he didn't persuade the old man, Fengyi was afraid that he would be drowned by the old man's tears.

"Really?"

The old man You Keji immediately held back his tears and asked with a hopeful face.

"Well, I'm not angry!"

Feng Yi nodded very affirmatively.

"Well, I knew that my son wouldn't be really angry with me, and he would definitely forgive me, and he was the most sensible from heaven. ”

The old man's tears were accepted, an old face smiled like a chrysanthemum, and his small eyes were gone.

"Then what were you crying about?"

Feng Yi thought in his heart, looking at the old man You Kejian who turned from cloudy to sunny in a blink of an eye, speechless, you have changed your face a little faster, if it weren't for the clothes on the old man's chest that were still wet, and the tears on his face hadn't dried yet, I am afraid that Feng Yi would have to wonder if the person who cried just now was him.

"Son, dad helped you to the bed to rest, you have to take your time with this injury, don't be in a hurry......"

The old man You Keji muttered in his mouth, and helped Feng Yi to the side of the bed, his movements were gentle and cautious, for fear that Feng Yi would bump into it.

Feng Yi looked at the old man You Keji like this, and couldn't help but sigh deeply in his heart, if it weren't for the memory of more than ten years, Feng Yi would have to feel that he was the son of the old man You Keji.

At the same time, it can be seen from the old man's care of himself these days that the old man You Keji's love for his son, if one day the old man You Keji is not confused, sobers up, and finds that he is not his son, he must die of sadness.

"I hope he'll be confused!"

Feng Yi muttered in his heart, in fact, it was good for the old man to come to his senses, or to continue to be confused, Feng Yi was still very conflicted in his heart.

Feng Yi even sometimes feels that there are too many old men, and a father like You Keji is also very good.

When Feng Yi was in the Feng family, as the only son of the fifty-seventh top master of the "Northland Sword King" world dragon list "Feng Tianwang" Feng Wuyi, a descendant of the Feng family, and the heir to the position of the head of the Feng family, in order to be worthy of this series of halos, in order not to be called a tiger father and dog in private, the pressure Feng Yi has faced since he was a child can be imagined.

Although Fengyi has always been sensible and obedient, he is not sensible and obedient in all aspects, so he can meet the expectations of others, at least in order to let Fengyi meet his own expectations, Fengyi's requirements for Fengyi are still very strict, and he is a veritable strict father.

At the same time of strict requirements for Feng Yi, Feng Wuyi himself also has to practice, but also to deal with all kinds of things, if you talk about father's love, Feng Yi is afraid that only when his mother died of illness when he was ten years old, when he cried breathlessly, when his father Feng Wuyi held himself in his arms, the night before he went out to experience his father, when he put on the gold silk soft armor with his own hands, Feng Fang vaguely felt his father's love for him, but it was only a very short memory in Feng Yi's memory, so short that Feng Yi wondered if these were delusions。

If the fatherly love given to Fengyi by his biological father Feng Wuyi is a mountain, which is heavy, calm and silent, then what the old man gave to Fengyi is a different kind of fatherly love, like a rushing river, enthusiastic and unrestrained, clear to the bottom.

This kind of fatherly love of You Keji gave Feng Yi another different experience, warm and happy, Feng Yi was afraid that he didn't notice the slow change in his heart towards the old man You Keji.

Sometimes Toyoichi even thinks it's good to have that.

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