The moon hangs in the sky, and the night is as cool as water.

The cold moonlight sprinkled down, casting a silver veil over Blackstone Village, making it look quiet and serene. To the east of the village are three adjacent black stone houses, and in a small courtyard surrounded by a fence, an old locust tree stands quietly, and the mountain wind blows through it, and the branches and leaves rustle.

"Grandpa...... No...... Don't ......" The boy sat up violently, sweating profusely.

In the small hut, the furnishings are extremely simple, a soil pit, far away from the pit is a large and a small two wooden cabinets, in the middle of the room is a boxy wooden table, and there are a few wooden benches scattered on the side, nothing else.

"Whew-" Looking at everything in front of him, the young man breathed a long sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve, turned his head to look out the window in a daze, his dark eyes hidden imperceptible sadness.

The shadows of the mountains in the distance, like giant beasts crawling in the darkness, are intimidating. The crow in the locust tree flapped its wings and screamed a few times, and soon returned to its nest, and everything was calm.

With a "squeak", the dilapidated wooden door was pushed open, and the felt was lifted, and a woman wearing a shabby cotton jacket and a blue scarf around her head entered.

"Auntie, I'm arguing with you. The boy looked at the woman who had come in, but did not get up.

The woman did not answer, walked to the edge of the pit, put down the oil lamp in her hand, and just looked at the young man in front of her distressedly.

The young man in front of him was thirteen or fourteen years old, ordinary-looking, with dark skin and several claw marks on his right cheek.

"Hey, black baby, I dreamed of your grandfather again. The woman sighed.

When the boy heard this, he was silent for a while, not knowing how to reply.

"This old sheep, whose body has always been strong, doesn't want to get sick, and people say it's gone. The woman spoke to herself, and before she knew it, she burst into tears.

"Auntie, don't cry, I'...... I ......" When the young man saw the woman weeping, he panicked and did not know how to comfort her.

"Hey, what are you talking about? When the woman saw the young man like this, she quickly wiped away the tears from her eyes, and stopped talking, not knowing what to say for a while.

"Auntie, I'm leaving the village tomorrow. Tell me about my parents. ”

When the woman heard the young man's words, her face showed a little embarrassment, she glanced at the three spiritual seats on the cabinet, walked straight to the cabinet, opened the door, took out a scroll from seven or eight yellowed old books, returned to the bedside, and opened the scroll one by one.

There is nothing surprising about a man and a woman, the man is twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, an ordinary face, a tall figure, and a blue robe. The woman was about twenty years old, but her eyebrows were picturesque, her body was slender, she was wearing a long water-colored dress, holding a baby in her arms, and she looked happy.

Heiwa was not surprised to see this painting, obviously she had seen it many times.

The woman lost her mind a little at the moment when the scroll was opened, as if she was caught in a memory, and it took a long time to come back to her senses.

"Your grandfather has the ability to hunt, can read and write, and is also a prestigious elder in the village. Usually, when a merchant enters the village, he exchanges the hunted prey for a few small books. After seeing it, your father had to go out of the mountains and go outside to explore the world of flowers, and left the village at the age of seventeen. After ten years, there has been no news. ”

"Thirteen years ago, a woman who looked like a 'mountain god Niangniang' fainted beside the mountain road that came to the village, and it happened that your Uncle Li returned to the village from hunting, so he carried her back to the village.

Your grandfather called the shots and placed her first. ”

The woman's fingers were blurred with flesh and blood because she was climbing the mountain road, and her coarse cloth clothes were also scratched by the rocks. Father Shen asked me to change her clothes, apply Jin Chuangyao, and pour a few bowls of ginger soup, and finally pulled him back from the ghost gate. The woman kept chanting dream words like 'Yun'er, Blackstone Village' in a coma. ”

"After waking up, as soon as I heard that I had arrived in Heishi Village, the old man with a goatee in front of him was the Father Shen he was looking for, and he struggled to climb out of bed and fell to his knees, crying silently, only took out a round jade pendant from the swaddling clothes and handed it to Father Shen, with the words 'Shen' and 'Liu' engraved on it. ”

Father Shen took the jade pendant, he was stunned at the time, he didn't understand that it was his daughter-in-law who knelt on the ground, and the baby was his grandson. ”

"In addition, your grandfather knows a lot about the earthwork of 'blood test', and after a test, there is no suspicion. As for how your mother explained to your grandfather where your father went, it is unknown. ”

After listening to her aunt's words, Heiwa was stunned for a while, didn't speak for a long time, and couldn't help but look at the two people on the picture scroll carefully.

"Heiwazi, you really want to leave the village, I can't bear it. I thought that your Uncle Li would stop you, but I didn't expect him to approve of it and want you to go out and learn more, and your sister Yan'er's eyes were red from crying. The aunt patted Heiwa's cold little hand and persuaded her rather uneasily.

"Auntie, don't worry, it won't be three years. I will come back for sure. As you know, this is a job that Uncle Li's acquaintance found me as an apprentice in a blacksmith shop. It's much easier than going into the mountains to hunt. When I earn money, I will definitely come back and do my filial piety in front of you and Uncle Li. I'll marry Sister Yan'er. At the end of the words, Heiwa blushed a little.

"I know you have a lot of ghosts. The woman knocked on the head of the black baby and scolded with a smile.

"Alright, hurry up and go to sleep, we have to hurry tomorrow morning. ”

Heiwa let out a "hmm" and lay down obediently. The woman shook her head helplessly and walked out with the oil lamp.

In the quiet night, from time to time there was a wolf howl, which seemed solemn and sad.

Heiwa lay on the bed, but it was difficult to sleep, in a trance, an old man with a goatee appeared in front of him, stretched out his hand but couldn't catch it, and there were some strange ghosts around him and kept talking about something, deep in his memory, there was a picturesque woman holding a baby in her arms, sitting under the tree, and she didn't know what song she was humming......

Blackstone Village is just a small village formed by dozens of hunters on the periphery of the Baili Mountains, because there is a kind of black rock in the local area, which is easy to mine, and the local villagers have built black stone houses on the spot, from which the name of Blackstone Village comes from.

Adjacent to Blackstone Village is Black Wolf Mountain, one of the three dangerous peaks of the Baili Mountains.

Black Wolf Mountain respects wolves, is fierce and cunning, and likes to act in groups.

If you want to hunt a black wolf, you need to dispatch more than ten strong hunters, and even pay the price of blood to have a little possibility.

However, the harvest is also proportional, a complete black wolf skin is enough to ensure a family of four for several months' rations.

And the one who can hunt the black wolf alone with his own strength, looking at several villages, is only Father Shen.

Father Shen has the ability to hunt and accepts an apprentice, so he is naturally the "Uncle Li" in Shen Yun's mouth.

Uncle Li and his aunt have a daughter, and the woman surnamed Liu was only three years old when she came to the village.

After settling down, the woman surnamed Liu got along with her aunt the most, naming her son "Shen Yun" and her aunt's daughter "Yan'er", which means "clouds and smoke are ethereal and free".

Where did Uncle Li and Aunt Li think of such a decent name, and together with Father Shen, they decided on the baby on the spot.

Daddy Shen's heart was like a happy flower, but he just smoked a cigarette gun with "let's go" and "let's da".

Thirteen years have passed, and now Shen Yun is the only one left in the world.

The sun rises in the east, and the morning dew is faint.

Shen Yun got up early, walked to the wardrobe, and looked at the three spirit positions in front of him silently.

One of the spirit seats was crookedly engraved with the words "Daddy Shen", and it was Shen Yun's own new work to see that this spirit seat was brand new.

There are two more spiritual positions in front of this spiritual seat, but they are obviously a little old, engraved with "Shen Qingshan" and "Willow Thrush" respectively, and the handwriting is beautiful.

Shen Yun picked up the spiritual position and carefully wiped it with his sleeve.

"Knock knock knock - black baby, don't get up. A rough man's voice came from outside the door.

"Here we are. As soon as Shen Yun heard the voice, he knew that it was Uncle Li, and hurriedly ran to open the door.

When I opened the door, I found that there were three people standing outside the door, not to mention my aunt, Uncle Li looked thirty-seven or eighteen years old, tall and burly, wearing a tiger skin jacket, and most of the fur was worn out.

Li Yan'er has long black hair, standing aside, her eyes are obviously a little red and swollen, looking at her pale face and slender figure, it can't help but make people pity.

"Why are you hurrying, hurry up and pack up and hurry. Uncle Li pushed open the door and walked into the room, pulled over a bench and sat down.

The aunt also came in and helped Heiwa pack some clothes. Yan'er stood there blankly, looking like she wanted to say something.

"Sister Yan'er, don't worry about me, it's not like I'm not coming back. Heiwa grinned and said nonchalantly.

When Yan'er heard this, tears couldn't help but roll in her eyes, and she was about to cry.

The hands hidden behind him handed them forward, but they were a pair of brand-new cloth shoes, and they turned around and ran back to the house.

Uncle Li also looked quite upset, took out a cigarette gun from his arms, and smoked endlessly, mixed with choking coughs from time to time.

Heiwa stared at the cloth shoes in her hand in a daze, with mixed feelings in her heart. Turning around, he walked into the room and sat down at the table.

"Alright, it's all packed. The aunt walked over and handed over a package, "Here are the clothes you usually wear, and some dry food." ”

"Auntie, I'm ......" Heiwa took it and opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

"Alright, Heiwa, hurry up. Uncle Li stood up and raised his feet to walk out of the house.

"Wait. Heiwa hurriedly stopped, took a step back, knelt down with a "plop", and kowtowed to Uncle Li and the two twice, and the aunt was just about to help, but was stopped by Uncle Li reaching out his hand.

Heiwa stood up, walked a few steps to the edge of the pit, pulled out a small axe from the side against the wall and pinned it to her waist, and then walked out of the house without looking back.

At this time, there was an intermittent cry from the smoke house.

Uncle Li didn't say a word, followed behind Heiwa, and the two walked out of the village one after the other.