Shen Xiuming, who was celebrating his fiftieth birthday, still refused to accept his old age, and did not miss a glass when he was drinking with the guests.

"Don't blame him, don't blame him. Shen Xiuming reluctantly got up with the support of everyone, his red face was full of smiles, but he was still a little grinning when he spoke, "It's all my fault, oops, I was injured in the war more than ten years ago, I was fine at the time, but now I come to toss Lao Tzu." Don't be complacent, stinky boy, when I was as young as you, I could beat ten ...... like you."

The young man smirked, knowing that Father Shen was going to talk about the battle of Fuhai City again, he had heard it too many times, so he took the opportunity to interject: "Father Shen, tell us about Wangshan, I heard that the battle was more intense." ”

Shen Xiuming's excitement disappeared more than half of it at once, "Alas, don't mention it, I was injured in Fuhai City, it's actually nothing serious, but I was not allowed to go to the battlefield again, and as a result, I didn't go to Wangshan." ”

The young man looked up and felt that "above" was a very mysterious place.

"Emperor Ci personally issued a decree after the smoke, saying that Father Shen had worked hard and was seriously injured, and it was not suitable to participate in the battle again. The peers among the guests all remembered Shen Xiuming's glorious deeds clearly, and coaxed him to take out the holy decree he had collected.

Shen Xiuming couldn't resist the wishes of the people, went back to the house and turned over the cabinets, found the yellowed holy decree, held it in both hands, and returned to the courtyard with a smile.

"How many people died in the battle of Wangshan, I heard that the corpses were piled up on the ground, and there was no end in sight. An old man sighed, tears in his eyes. He had loved ones who died in that war.

"Ten days, the Battle of Wangshan lasted a full ten days. The drunkenness on Shen Xiuming's face disappeared, "From the end of October to November, it was not only humans who died, but also demon clans, that was the first and possibly last union between the two sides." Thanks to that battle, the Ice Kui was wiped out, there was not much left of the half-demons, and the Holy Rune Dynasty recaptured all of its territory. It has also expanded a lot, and the world has been peaceful for more than ten years, if it weren't for this, we wouldn't be able to rebuild this wild forest town. ”

Shen Xiuming glanced around, the yard and houses were all new, and it had been less than ten years since they were built, and he returned to Yelin Town, but he could no longer find the memories of his youth, and he had to rebuild on the ruins.

Shen Xiuming suddenly became excited. I felt really old, "No, you guys continue to drink, I'll go sleep for a while." I really can't do it anymore, I want to ...... back then. Alas......"

Shen Xiuming handed over the carefully collected holy decree to a trustworthy old man, turned around and went back to his room.

While appreciating the holy decree, the guests were still discussing the battle of Wangshan more than ten years ago. Because that battle was full of legends, and its impact on the whole world was also far-reaching.

"I heard that the human army was almost defeated, and in the end, it was the Emperor Ci who cast a great spell. The entire Wangshan was destroyed, and the half-demon and Bingkui were defeated......"

"How did I hear that it was not Emperor Ci who destroyed Wangshan, but another person, what is it called? Father Shen used to mention his name often, but he didn't like to say it in recent years. ”

"Anyway, it's not easy to live a normal life again. ”

"But the demon clan is still running around in the north, and the half-demons are not dead, and the most terrifying thing is that it is said that a large number of demon species have escaped, and they may be hiding somewhere to secretly cultivate, planning to make a comeback. ”

"Hey, what are you talking about on a happy day? When the sky falls, it's also topped, let's just farm the land, herd the horses, come, and drink. ”

Shen Xiuming was lying on the bed, at first he could still hear the noise outside, and soon fell asleep, he dreamed of the old Yelin Town: dilapidated bluestone streets, neat houses, boring and busy residents, and the rich fragrance of grass and trees in the woodland, he waved a wicker whip to drive away the cattle and sheep, and shouted to his companions in the distance, but they didn't seem to hear it, and no one would look back......

Fifty-year-old Shen Xiuming felt so aggrieved that he almost cried.

Instead of crying, he opened his eyes, and found that the corners of his eyes were a little moist, and there were five pairs of dark eyes staring at him next to the bed.

Five little boys, the eldest of whom was less than ten years old, covered in mud, stood side by side in front of the bed, staring straight at their father on the bed.

"What are you doing?" Shen Xiuming still had the depression in his dream in his heart, and his tone was not very good.

The children didn't care, and one of them shouted, "We dug this up." ”

Shen Xiuming saw a dirty wooden box next to the pillow, and the bedding was dirty, he sighed and sat up slowly, he was always more tolerant of children.

"Where did you dig it up?" Shen Xiuming asked casually, the area of Xinyelin Town was only half of the old town, and the other half was still deserted, becoming an adventure paradise for children.

The children's eyes widened in thought, and one of them hesitated and stretched out his hand to point, "West, west." ”

Shen Xiuming recalled the layout of the old town in his mind, "To the west, that is the old residence of Shen Hao's family, next to the school......"

The wooden box had been opened by the children, and there was a stack of paper inside, broken and old, and it was roughly complete, Shen Xiuming gently brushed off the dust on it, and when he saw the handwriting on the first piece of paper, he almost cried.

That was the name of his younger brother Erliang Shen Xiuwei, as well as his birth date and parents.

"This is Mr. Qin's stuff. Shen Xiuming muttered, he remembered, every time Mr. Qin gave a name to the schoolchildren in the town, he would fill out a piece of paper and put it in the box for future weddings and funerals.

Most of the town's inhabitants are illiterate, and this box is like a shared memory.

Shen Xiuming's hands trembled, and he carefully flipped through the shredded paper, and saw one name after another, some were extremely familiar, and some were very unfamiliar, and it was necessary to judge whose name it was based on other circumstances.

Mu Xingqiu, Shen Hao, Mu Songxuan...... and Shen Xiuming's own name is among them.

The children looked at each other and felt that they had made the right choice.

When he flipped through it again, Shen Xiuming found an interesting thing, a certain word in the name of several people was drawn with a small circle of light color, if he hadn't looked carefully, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

He took out the pieces of paper one by one, and it was a coincidence that these names were the most familiar to him.

There are ten in total: Shen Xiuming's Ming, Shen Xiuwei's Wei, Shen Hao's Hao, Shen Tongyou's You, Mu Xingqiu's Xing, Mu Songxuan's Xuan, Mu Feihuang's Huang, Zhao Dayi's Yi, Guan Jinwu's Wu, Qin Lingshuang's Ling.

Shen Xiuming changed from emotion to surprise, drawing circles is not special, as a teacher, it is almost a habit to draw circles on words, but one thing is too coincidental, these ten people are the partners who escaped from Yelin Town back then.

Mr. Qin deliberately found the box that night and drew a circle on the records of these ten teenagers? Shen Xiuming felt that it was unlikely, his own daughter had escaped from marriage, how could Mr. Qin, who had always loved face, have such idleness?

Shen Xiuming felt that it was even more impossible, the more he thought about it, the more confused he became, several times he wanted to put this matter down, as a coincidence, but he always couldn't do it, his doubts were like small insects crawling into his ears, the more he tried to lure it out, the deeper it drilled into it.

"Take me to the school...... Where you dig out the boxes. Shen Xiuming decided to see it with his own eyes.

The five children scrambled to run out, to lead the way for Daddy Shen.

Shen Xiuming put the piece of paper back in the wooden box, clipped it under his arm, and walked out of the door, the guests were drinking happily, and he slipped out quietly under the eaves, without being noticed by anyone.

The new town is very small, and there are not many residents, most of them are drinking at Daddy Shen's house, there are almost no people on the street, and the five children run ahead, occasionally stopping and turning around, waiting for Daddy Shen to catch up with him out of breath.

The houses in the town were all newly built in the last ten years, but they still can't stop the decay around them: there are still a large number of abandoned houses in the eastern part of the town, long overrun by overgrown weeds, and the new inhabitants have launched a vigorous weeding campaign with little success, and those weeds can grow overnight as if they had been spelled.

But at least humans have gained a foothold here, built houses and roads, and carved out farmland in the wilderness, and they are still very vulnerable, and if humans relax a little, the weeds will quietly come back. Shen Xiuming understands the enormity of the task, so he refuses to obey the old, so he loves and even indulges the children, because they are the hope to overcome the wilderness.

The walls of the school had long since collapsed, and all the bricks and wood that could be used were used to build new houses, but the weeds did not completely occupy the place, and the mischievous children explored the area every day, and the traces of excavation were everywhere.

Five children stood on the edge of a deep pit, each with a smug smile on their faces, their masterpiece, several feet deep, a little taller than some of the children.

Shen Xiuming was also laughing, but he made up his mind to fill in the pit afterwards, it doesn't matter if the children are naughty, but they can't be hurt.

There are still some miscellaneous little things in the pit, all of which are of little value, Shen Xiuming turned around in place, and couldn't recognize which part of the school belonged here, it seemed that this trip was in vain, he couldn't find clues, and it didn't even make sense to doubt.

That's a coincidence, Shen Xiuming thought, Mr. Qin just drew a few circles for some inexplicable reason.

But his heart still couldn't calm down, and he glanced down at the wooden box, and decided to leave it behind for others to see.

There was a sudden loud noise in the west of the town, Shen Xiuming was startled, and said to the five children: "Go home, don't go out." After that, he withdrew his legs and ran to the road, secretly saying to himself in his heart: You are not old, you can still go to the battlefield.

The guests who were drinking at the Shen family had already crowded into the street, all holding weapons in their hands, and shouting: "Is it the demon clan attacking?

Shen Xiuming shouted, caught up, and led the men in the town to run towards the small river to the west.

In the abandoned school, the five children did not run home immediately, but stayed at the edge of the pit, their eyes widening wider and wider.

Just as Father Shen had just turned to leave, a white light appeared at the bottom of the pit.

(Starting tomorrow, it will be published in the morning, around 8:30) (To be continued......)