"Oh!

With excited shouts, more than two dozen eleven or twelve-year-old children rushed out of the school and returned home in twos and threes.

Two of the boys were the fastest runners, and they disappeared as soon as they slipped through the smoke, but instead of returning to their homes at all, they were far away from the residential area of Sunshine Village, close to the dense jungle.

The two boys are fat and thin, fat lips and white teeth, cute appearance, thin eyebrows and beautiful eyes, handsome appearance, but their faces are a little abnormally pale.

The two of them ran for a while, and the trees around them grew taller, and the path on the ground came to an end, and there were thorny bushes in front of them.

The thinner boy looked around for a moment, as if to make his way, and after a moment he beckoned to the fat boy and took the lead in the bushes to the left.

The fat boy followed him very hard, panting, sweating profusely, with a lot of cuts on his body, blood flowing out, looking a little embarrassed, but he didn't say a word, and his bright eyes were full of expectation.

After turning left and right in the dense forest, the thin boy finally stopped in front of an ancient tree with several people hugging each other and flourishing leaves.

"Brother Ming, is this here?" the fat boy asked, holding his knees, breathlessly.

The thin boy's name is Zhao Ziming, he wiped the sweat on his forehead and looked up, "That's right, the honeycomb is on it, the second fat, copy the guy." ”

The second fat answered, put down the bulging schoolbag on his back, and took out a wooden barrel, a roll of hemp rope, two flints, and a few long strips of black cloth from it.

Zhao Ziming also put down his schoolbag, covered his head and neck tightly with a black cloth, leaving only two eyes out, and wrapped black cloth around his hands, which looked weirdly tight.

As a precautionary measure, he put the flint in his bosom and tied the twine around his waist, and the barrel was tied to the twine.

While he was preparing, Er Fat picked up some small dead branches around, broke some fresh branches and twisted them into a ball, and stuffed them into a wooden barrel.

Zhao Ziming took a deep breath, tiptoed onto a branch of an ancient tree, stepped on the trunk with the other foot, and began to climb up the tree.

Seeing this, the second fat shouted: "Brother Ming, be careful." ”

At the fork of the trunk at the top of the ancient tree, there is a long irregular honeycomb hanging upside down, and hundreds of black bees lie on the honeycomb, and the black pressure is very terrifying. There is a constant buzz around the honeycomb, and from time to time bees returning from honey collection pounce on the honeycomb.

It's also a shame that Zhao Ziming can find a honeycomb with such a hidden location, and he is even more bold to seek honey, you know, these black bees are not easy to mess with, if they are stung too much, their lives will be in danger if they are not stung.

With the dense branches of the ancient tree, Zhao Ziming climbed up step by step, but the ancient tree was really high, and it took four or five zhang to climb halfway. Zhao Ziming was not in a hurry, and leaned on the trunk of the tree to take a breath before continuing to climb up.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhao Ziming was already close to the honeycomb, and some bees were buzzing around him, showing signs of attacking him.

He stopped, steadied himself, took out the large mass of branches and leaves from the barrel and placed them on the branches, and took out the flint and lit the dead branches inside, and the thick white smoke suddenly rose out of his hands and rose towards the honeycomb.

Buzz loud!

The frightened bees fled from the honeycomb one after another and flew everywhere, and some bees who refused to leave, after Zhao Ziming roughly wiped the smoke billowing fire in his hand on the honeycomb, either flew away or fell down like dumplings, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

As soon as the biggest threat was removed, the next thing was simple, Zhao Ziming took off the wooden barrel, took out a knife from his arms, easily cut off the honey, and then untied the hemp rope around his waist and tied it to the barrel, slowly lowered the wooden barrel to the ground, and was caught by Er Fat.

Zhao Ziming breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to go down the tree, but out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something on a branch opposite, which seemed to light up, he hesitated for a moment, but moved his body to that side.

As soon as the things arrived, before he had time to take a closer look, Zhao Ziming screamed, stuffed the things into his arms, and crawled down in a panic. It turned out that he had a lot of honey on his hands when he was cutting honey just now, and at this moment, those bees who had lost their homes came to him, and they stung him several times in a moment. And his torch was extinguished after cutting the honey, and the plan for the moment was to run for his life.

Climbing down the tree, Zhao Ziming took off the black cloth on his body, bared his teeth for a while, jumped up and down, and was obviously stung lightly. After a while, he covered his swollen cheeks, glanced at the second fat man who couldn't hold back his laughter, and said angrily: "Let's go!"

Sansheng Village is located in a small ravine, named after a strange stone engraved with the word "Sansheng" in the mountain behind the village, the whole village is only about 20 households, hundreds of people, is an ordinary small village.

Because the terrain is rugged, it is inconvenient to farm, so most of the families in the village make a living by hunting, go out early and return late, although it is difficult to have wealth, but there is no problem with food and clothing, a few years ago at the suggestion of the village chief, the whole village raised funds from Cangnan County to invite a teacher, set up a school, and the children in the village also began to learn literacy and hyphenation, which is probably the biggest difference between Sansheng Village and several surrounding villages.

On the outskirts of the village, the poorest people in the village are generally inhabited, and most of the houses are leaky thatched huts, so when a small two-story wooden attic stands here, it has a taste of standing out from the crowd.

The owner of the attic is named Sun Danian, is a seventy-six-year-old man, gave birth to a son, but he went out to wander at a very young age, I heard that he mixed well in a certain county town outside the mountain, although he rarely went home, but he would always send someone to send some money and food to his father during the New Year's holidays, and this attic was also built by him.

It is inevitable that a lonely life alone, so the old man adopted the child of a distant relative eleven years ago.

The child adopted by the old man was Zhao Ziming, and at this moment, he limped in front of the attic at the end of the trail with a clay pot in his hand.

Sun Laohan was sitting on a stone pier in front of the door, looking at the path with a worried face, and after seeing Zhao Ziming's figure, the wrinkles on his face were relaxed, he stood up and asked in a slightly reproachful tone: "Why did you come back so late? What's wrong with your feet? And your face, why did you go?"

Zhao Ziming smiled, didn't speak, and handed over the crockpot, which contained half a jar of honey.

Sun Laohan took the crockpot and sniffed it, sighed heavily, and said helplessly: "You! Go take a bath, wash it and take medicine!"

Zhao Ziming took a bath and lay naked on the bed, Sun Laohan took a bamboo tube, lifted the cover, dipped his fingers in some ointment, and applied it to his big bag that was stung by bees.

The slightest coolness rose, Zhao Ziming suddenly felt a lot better, the burning pain on his body was relieved by half, and he exhaled a long breath of comfort.

After taking good medicine, Zhao Ziming put on his clothes and walked outside the building. As usual, a table, two stools, a few side dishes, and a pot of wine, Sun Laohan was already holding a wine glass and slowly sipping it.

Zhao Ziming sat down, filled two bowls of rice, took a bowl with both hands and put it in front of Sun Laohan, and then held his own bowl and ate it.

"Those honeys are in good condition, I will go to the county to buy a few herbs and give you a medicinal diet that replenishes blood and blood, it should be good for your body." Sun Laohan put down his wine glass and said slowly.

Zhao Ziming was born with a weak body, lack of qi and blood, although he has not drunk less medicine over the years, but for some reason, his body has not improved much, he raised his head and said: "Old man, what use can I eat it? It is better to replenish your body." ”

Sun Laohan shook his head, "I'm almost in the ground, what else is there to make up." ”

Zhao Ziming knew that persuasion was useless, so he lowered his head and continued to eat, no longer speaking.

After dinner, Sun Laohan was seventy-six after all, and he felt tired after sitting for a while, so Zhao Ziming helped the old man into the room to rest.

After covering the quilt for Sun Laohan, his gaze stopped on his face like old bark, Zhao Ziming sighed, gently closed the door, and retreated.

It was still early, and the stings on his body were still faintly painful, Zhao Ziming didn't feel sleepy, and came to sit down on the stone pier in front of the door again.

In the past, at this time, he was generally used to complete the homework assigned by Mr., but today's homework is just to memorize dozens of new words, and to check tomorrow, it may be difficult for others and take a lot of time, but Zhao Ziming's memory is extraordinary, and as soon as Mr. finished teaching, he has already memorized it, and there is no need for extra effort.

Suddenly, Zhao Ziming's expression moved, and he remembered the thing he had picked up on the ancient tree before.

He got up and ran into the house, and when he came out, he had a somewhat worn picture scroll in his hand. The picture scroll is a square strip, slightly yellow, half an inch thick, soft to the touch, made of some kind of animal skin, of course, these are not the places that Zhao Ziming cares about.

The reason why it is called a picture scroll is because there are nine drawings painted on the animal skin, the pictures are very simple, each painting is a person, but the posture is different, some clenching fists, some raising legs, some waving palms, and some throwing elbows.

After reading the nine pictures, a strange feeling rose in Zhao Ziming's heart, strange and familiar, as if he had seen these pictures somewhere, but he couldn't remember them at all.

After thinking about it for a long time, there was still no result, Zhao Ziming stuffed the picture scroll into his arms, too lazy to think about it, if it was fate, he would know it in the future.

He looked up at the sky and saw a full moon hanging high in the sky, and the silver moonlight sprinkled down, illuminating the heavens and the earth clearly. The breeze was blowing, mixed with the fragrance of grass and trees and the faint smell of earth, and even the roar of the beast could be faintly heard from far away.

"Fifteen years old, there are still four years, how long can you hide it from me?" Zhao Ziming didn't know what he remembered, his face was like frost, where was there still half a minute of easy-going and gentle on weekdays.