I don't know how many years have passed in the dark, I only know that I have dreamed a lot, I have dreamed of my grandmother, I have dreamed that she is telling those bizarre stories, and I have dreamed of Kunlun in her story. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

I also dreamed of another person, but it feels very strange, I feel that I am him, but the trajectory of his life is completely different, in the story he is an orphan in a small village, he grew up alone since he was a child, and on a rainy night he saw an old man who had nowhere to hide from the wind and rain out of compassion and took him in, of course, the old man is not a hidden master of martial arts, what is in order to test the heart, preaching my Taoism and other bloody stories that do not pull or pull, the old man is just a candy seller, no money to live in a guest house, so I want to find a convenience in the village.

The old man lived in the boy's house for a few days, and found that the boy had no father, no mother and no land, and only lived on the hundred meals of the neighbors. Ahh

The boy was willing, but since he knew that his grandfather could paint candy, the boy's eyes had long been full of stars.

"Yes, of course!" the boy sniffled and smiled as if he had the entire starry sky.

So the old man set up the pot again, but this time it was no longer half a life of wandering, just to make a living, looking at the shining brilliance in the young man's eyes, the old man seemed to recall the scene of his first lesson in sugar painting.

"It's like it" sighed, I don't know why, is it to sigh the figure of the girl who can't see clearly next to the willow tree in my memory, or to sigh that the star in my eyes has finally disappeared in my life?

"Master, do you think I painted a portrait of this sugar monkey?" the young man looked delighted.

Looking at the brilliance in the young man's eyes, the old man stroked his white beard, "Like, really like." Holding on to the handle of the seat, the old man struggled to sit up, and stretched out his right hand to the boundless sunset sky, what did he want to hold?

After all, it was a weak fall, and his right hand hung down on either side of the chair. When the young man heard the prestige, the old man went peacefully.

After the old man, the young man carried the old man's sugar pot, and the craftsmanship and inheritance of sugar painting set off again.

Usually teenagers will always go to Yongcheng, three miles away from the village to do business, although the life is not rich, but with a skill in painting sugar painting is enough to make a living.

Until a few days ago, when the stall was closed, the road was slippery after dark, and on the way home by the Yangliu River, I accidentally fell into the river for a while.

This is the end of the story, and everything is dark again.

Mo Yan sighed lightly, and intuitively felt that his life was really much luckier than that of his youth, at least when he was the same age, he at most pestered his grandmother to buy sugar paintings.

Sighing fell, suddenly the darkness flashed a little white light, Mo Yan couldn't help but run towards the light, for a while, as if the universe exploded, a little white light suddenly brightened, Mo Yan was dizzy.

Raising his hands with difficulty, rubbing his aching eyes that were pierced by the bright light, Mo Yan suddenly heard someone call him.

I went to play with you yesterday, and I was shocked to see you paralyzed on the ground, so I quickly called my mother, only to know that you were sick, and sent you to the hospital overnight. ”

Mo Yan followed the prestige to the side of the wooden bed and stood a nervous young man with a simple face and a strong body. From the story just now, he knew that this was his neighbor, the dog leftover who grew up together, and the original owner of this body was also called Mo Yan.

He struggled to speak, only to feel that his throat was very dry, "Dog, give my brother water first." ”

"Hey, you wait, brother, I'll go. Hearing this, the dog hurriedly went to fetch water.

Opening his chapped lips and taking a sip of the water left over by the dog, bursts of discomfort came up, this Nima was dizzy and dizzy, and his limbs were weak, which was really fatal.

Leaning on the bed, relieving himself a little, Mo Yan said: "Dog left, I've worked hard for you, I've been guarding for so long, you're tired, go and rest for a while." ”

"It's okay, Brother Mo, my mother said, neighbors, neighbors, help each other, you can recuperate with peace of mind these days, I will take care of you here, when are you well, let's go back together, hehe." The dog scratched his head and laughed silly.

A warm current flowed in Mo Yan's heart, and the corners of his mouth didn't even smile, "Okay, then there will be trouble in the past few days, and when my brother is ready, I will draw you a big sugar man." ”

"Okay, brother, then I want a big tiger!" Gou Yu touched the back of his head and smiled innocently.

"The big tiger is the big tiger, brother and you, hahaha. With a hearty smile, Mo Yan lay down again and fell asleep slowly.

The dog left Mo Yan to fold the corners of the quilt, and he also fell asleep on the collapse on the side.

After a few days of recuperation, Mo Yan carefully recalled the plot in the story and finally sorted out the context. I'm afraid I've crossed over, this is the Qiantian Continent, the Yongcheng of Mizhou of Wei, and Wei is divided into three states, Mizhou, Jinzhou, and Jingzhou. The capital of the Wei State is located in Jingzhou, which is the strongest martial style of the Wei State.

There are also Shu and Wu outside Wei, Shu is in the west, Wei is in the east, Wu is in the south, and there are foreigners in the farther places, and they are fighting endlessly.

There are many sects in various countries, and the power of martial arts sects in many places is greater than that of local officials, this is a mysterious world, a world that makes Mo Yan full of passion and longing for a moment, there are grievances and hatreds, there are swords and swords, and there is a big river and lake.

A few days later, "Ahh

Ink: ...... Fuck your uncle's gasp! This is a cry from the soul!

Turned around and called the dog left, who had been taking care of him for the past few days, and walked towards the hall, this was the fourth day of living in the hospital, said goodbye to the doctor, and walked towards the house with the dog left.

"We ordinary people, we're so happy today, really, we're so happy!" Mo Yan couldn't help but sing as he walked on the road. The dog was also infected and snorted unconsciously.

Because of Mo Yan's initial recovery from a serious illness, the two of them finally returned to the village before dark, and the dog helped Mo Yan into the room, and said goodbye to Mo Yan not to go back to his house.

The body is still a little weak, let's take a few days of cultivation, no matter how important it is, you must always have a good body. Thinking in my heart, lying in bed, the surprise of the first time in another world gradually receded, all kinds of troubles followed, and thoughts also flew one after another. Wearing a village boy, to be honest, it's not much better, if there is no big opportunity, it will be like that for a lifetime, what is dominant, what is lonely and defeated, after all, it can only be a dream, cranky thoughts, I don't know when I will fall asleep.