The woman stopped breathing, and the baby in swaddling clothes also opened its eyes, and in a moment, it seemed to form a strange cycle of life.

The middle-aged man looked at the baby's eyes, but they were so dumbfounded that he even forgot to shake off the snow on his coat.

It was a long time before he looked up to the sky and laughed, and the laughter shook the sky and swept the snow, and the boy listened to his laughter, and instead of being afraid, he laughed along, and this smile revealed a completely different pair of eyes.

One is as blue as ice, the other is as hot as fire, and no one could have imagined that a person would have such beautiful eyes.

The north wind subsides, the snow melts, the flowers bloom, and they return to withering, you need to know that everything in this world is like this, and nothing can be forced.

In a flash, five years have passed.

In the past five years, the baby who was rescued by the middle-aged man has also grown into a half-grown child, and every day Uncle Mei will teach him to read and learn words, teach him poetry classics, teach him to fish and hunt, and even know all kinds of plants and flowers, and even sew clothes, Uncle Mei can also make them beautiful, as if there is nothing in this world that Uncle Mei can't do.

And this child is also very smart and studious, and his physique seems to be much stronger than ordinary people.

On this day, the middle-aged man closed the book and said to the child. "Ning Yuan, do you remember your birthday. ”

Ning Yuan is the name of this child, and there are two words written on the jade pendant handed by the woman, Tuoba, that should be the child's surname.

"Remember, Uncle May. "Today is my sixth birthday. ”

"Son, you remember well. Uncle Mei nodded and sighed. "I don't know your birthday, but do you know why I think it's your birthday?"

The child was puzzled and tilted his head to look at Uncle Mei.

"Because this day is the day you and I meet. Uncle Mei said. "That day, the snow was covered with ......"

Uncle Mei talked about what happened to Tuoba Ningyuan that day, Tuoba Ningyuan's tears flowed down, the child was ignorant, and he didn't know how dangerous it was that day, but he felt gloomy in his heart for no reason, as if there was a black cloud pressing there.

"I don't know if that person is your mother. After Uncle Mei finished speaking, he wiped the corners of the child's eyes, "But I regard today as your birthday, so that you can remember that life is not easy to come by, Ning Yuan, you come with me." ”

Uncle Mei motioned for Tuoba Ningyuan to come out of the hut, Tuoba Ningyuan followed him, and the two came to a clearing.

There was a stone in the middle of the clearing, which looked particularly conspicuous, Tuoba Ningyuan knew that this stone must be deadly hard, because he had fallen on such a stone, fell on his head and broke the bleeding, and bandaged for a long time to stop the bleeding, which frightened Uncle Mei, and later Uncle Mei told him that such a stone was called Xuantie Rock, which was the hardest.

"I have a word for you today, and you have to answer carefully. Uncle Mei stood still and said to Tuoba Ningyuan with a straight face.

Tuoba Ningyuan had never seen Uncle Mei so serious since he could remember, but he still nodded timidly.

"Very well, Yuan'er. ”

Uncle Mei nodded, as if he was very satisfied with Tuoba Ningyuan's reflection, and continued.

"I don't know what your true background is, but your background must be unusual, if you leave Uncle Mei in the future, I am afraid that you will suffer countless disasters and difficulties, so now Uncle Mei wants to ask you, are you willing to live this life mediocrely, or do you want to make a career and live in the world, even if there may be a disaster of death at any time?"

Tuoba Ningyuan paused slightly when he heard Uncle Mei's question, but his eyes, which were still a little confused, gradually became clearer.

"Uncle Mei, you asked me the day before yesterday which poem you like the most among the three hundred Tang poems. Tuoba Ningyuan said in a childish but firm tone.

"Not bad. Uncle Mei nodded, "I did ask that, now you have the answer?"

Tuoba Ningyuan nodded and groaned slowly.

"Life should be a hero, and death should be a ghost. ”

Tuoba Ning Yuan didn't say a word, and the smile on Uncle Mei's face became a little more, and when these two lines of poetry were finished, Uncle Mei laughed.

"It is worthy of my Yuan'er, the eldest husband should be like this, in the past, Yi'an Jushi had no power to restrain the chicken, and he still had such pride, how can my generation of men not fight with this heaven and earth!"

Then Uncle Mei's two fingers in his right hand suddenly joined together, and he shouted at Tuoba Ningyuan.

"Yuan'er, look at it!"

This sound, like an eagle crying a crane, Tuoba Ningyuan gathered his mind, and saw Uncle Mei sweeping away the shape of the past and falling into the top, and a sword cut down, the huge stone was actually divided into two obliquely, and the section was smooth as a mirror, which could almost reflect the figures of the two people.

How could Tuoba Ningyuan have seen such a divine skill, and his mouth was about to exclaim, but he saw Uncle Mei's volley carving, and the stone mirror was marked by strokes, which was majestic, which was exactly what Tuoba Ningyuan chanted, and the famous sentence of Yi'an Jushi.

"Life should be a hero, and death should be a ghost. ”

At the end of the two sentences, Uncle Mei turned his pen and continued the book wildly.

"He was afraid of life and death, my generation is alone!"

After these two sentences are changed, although the whole poem loses the desolation and tragedy of the original sentence, it adds a bit of pride and wildness, which is more in line with the mood of the two at this time.

"This situation and this scene should be a big white!"

The poem was written, Uncle Mei floated to the ground, like Taibai resurrected, like a fairy descending into the world, really indescribably chic.

"Yuan'er, do you want to learn this calligraphy as a teacher?" Uncle Mei asked Tuoba Ning Yuan with a smile on his face.

"Yes!" Tuoba Ning Yuan nodded hurriedly, and was about to kneel down to salute Uncle Mei, but Uncle Mei coughed violently, and then spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Uncle Mei!" Tuoba Ning Yuan was shocked and froze in place for a while.

"Out of the way, out of the way. Uncle Mei wiped the blood from his mouth and said to Tuoba Ningyuan.

"I'm old, I can't accept the old, haha. Uncle Mei touched Tuoba Ningyuan, whose eyes were still frightened.

"Yuan'er, since you want to learn, I will pass on this ability to you from today onwards, but you also have to promise Uncle Mei one thing, can you do it?"

"Yuan'er can do it. Tuoba Ning Yuan nodded and said. "I can do what Uncle May says. ”

"Good boy. Uncle Mei nodded. "Uncle Mei just wants you to remember that the rivers and lakes are sinister, life comes first, don't be angry for a while, and give up a great future in vain, you know?"

"Got it. Tuoba Ningyuan replied crying. "I'll take care of myself, Uncle May. ”

Uncle Mei couldn't help but smile when he looked at Tuoba Ningyuan's appearance as if he was facing a great enemy.

"Haha, what are men crying about, you don't have to look at these rivers and lakes like a flood beast, I listen to Mei Jun's apprentice, no one in the rivers and lakes can afford to provoke him. ”