Chu Wuyan's home is at the west end of the village. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He hadn't seen his father for as long as he could remember.

It is said that in the year he was born, his father encountered a fierce beast in the mountains, and was swallowed by the fierce beast, leaving no bones behind.

Lin, the pregnant mother, heard the bad news, and had a fetal gas, and gave birth to him early.

I don't know if it was because of premature birth, but soon after he was born, he fell into a lame problem. In this mountain village where the phoenix of martial arts and hunting is prevalent, it is a veritable waste.

As a result, many in the village considered him an ominous child and forbade their own children to talk to him.

"That's a child cursed by demons, and no one near him will end well! Adults tell their little children.

There was a time when he would go out and meet a child who threw a stone at him in a secluded place.

As if they had discovered a new toy, they threw rocks and cursed obscenities that they didn't even understand.

Why him?

Chu Wuyan knew because he was different from them. He was born lame and had no hope of becoming a strong man. He had no father, no one to support him. Therefore, he is a contagious plague in the eyes of adults, and a living toy in the eyes of children to play with freely.

beat him, not only will no one criticize him, but he can even gain the recognition and appreciation of his friends.

What's more, those who dare to oppose will also be excluded and isolated by their peers.

Who said that a child's heart is good? Sometimes, the most innocent and cruel!

So, later, he learned to walk only on densely populated avenues, and only pick the time for these children to take classes or practice martial arts. Where there are a lot of people, even the children know that they have to be restrained.

"Ah Yan, are you back?" When she walked under a peach tree, a twenty-seven or eighteen-year-old woman's eyes welled up with excitement and warmth. She is Chu Wuyan's mother, the Lin family.

"Mother, I'm back!" Chu Wuyan smiled, walked to Lin's side, raised his hand to pat off a few petals on Lin's placket, and said, "In the future, my mother doesn't have to wait for me!"

"You kid, my mother just came up with it suddenly...... Come out and see the peach blossoms!" Lin explained awkwardly, "This year's peach blossoms are blooming so well......! It can be used to make peach blossom porridge. ”

Chu Wuyan didn't expose her lie, and echoed: "Well, this year's peach blossoms are indeed blooming well!"

At this time, the wind passed through the trees, raising a pink peach blossom rain.

The mother and son snuggled together, talked, pushed open the door, and slowly walked into the small courtyard sprinkled with the spring sun.

After entering the courtyard, Lin closed the door and went to cook on the stove. Chu Wuyan went back to his small room, which was not only his bedroom, but also his workshop.

It is full of boxwood blanks, large and small. Some have only been carved in a rough form, some have been completely completed, and some have not yet been cut.

Boxwood is a kind of wood that can be found all over the mountains here. For a few pennies, you can buy a boxwood tree that is half a person hugging.

Chu Wuyan sat at the table, took the carving knife, and skillfully carved and chiseled on these finely textured blanks.

After these blanks are carved, they will be sent by the Lin family to a shop in the county town for consignment. In this village, these carvings ensure that they have no worries about food and clothing.

The carving knife is like a pen, drawing circles on the wood, and the clouds are as chic and elegant.

When Chu Wuyan was literate, it was not a pen and paper that were used to learn characters, but a carving knife and wood.

The words are written by law, and the skills are close because of the refinement. Calligraphy is exquisite, and so is carving.

Lin finished the meal and walked over gently, intending to call his son to eat.

But when she reached the door, she stood still, and did not say anything.

The ten-year-old boy was engrossed in the knife, as if it were the whole world.

This is her child!, Lin thought proudly and sadly.

After lunch, Chu Wuyan returned to his small room and continued his work.

It wasn't until dusk that he carved and chiseled the blanks, took out the paint, and painted them one by one with a paintbrush.

After being lustful, Lin had already prepared dinner.

Chu Wuyan finished dinner and went back to his small room.

People in mountain villages are reluctant to light oil lamps at night, so they rest very early.

Chu Wuyan went to bed, but he didn't fall asleep immediately.

He held a carving knife in his hand, and in the deep night, he carved a wooden board with the carving knife little by little.

This is a blind carving.

He carved an intricate character. Turning over and over again, carving over and over again.

This is the secret that Wuyan hides in his heart.

As a carver, every time he sees beautiful patterns, he has the urge to carve them.

This is true when engraving. He likes to ponder repeatedly like practicing calligraphy, until the carved words have wind and charm.

But this character is different, he has been practicing like this for three years, and he can already accurately carve its appearance in the dark, but he has never been able to carve its charm.

When he was seven years old, he was chased by several children and fell into the river at the head of the village.

While unconscious in the river, he saw the glowing figure.

At first sight, I was fascinated.

That must be a magical character, at the time, he thought.

After being rescued, Chu Wuyan never saw that character in the river again. But its appearance has been deeply seared into his mind.

He practiced tirelessly, and he could carve the lines of the characters exactly at all, but he couldn't find that kind of verve.

After carving this character a hundred times, Wuyan put down the carving knife, covered the quilt and fell asleep.

Somehow, in his mind, the appearance of the boy with the as seen in the painting came to his mind.

The young man sat in the mountain pavilion, noble and outstanding, indifferent as a fairy.

Wuyan carefully traced the appearance of the young man in his heart, and suddenly sat up suddenly, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

"How is that possible?"

The outline of the young man's facial features in the painting is very similar to himself.

It's just that the young man has a noble bearing and is unparalleled. And his body is thin, his skin is pale, and he is full of sickness.

At first glance, no one can associate him with himself.

Who is the person in the painting?

What secrets are hidden in this painting?

Chu Wuyan's sleepiness disappeared in an instant, he sat up in his clothes, luxuriously lit the oil lamp, and under the lamp, he was obsessed, took out the carving knife and blanks, and carved them little by little.

Chu Wuyan's memory has always been very good, no matter what the pattern is, he only needs to look at it once, and he can remember it in his heart. is the boy in the painting, and he is no exception.

When the day came, he finally finished the work.

took out the paintbrush and paint, put on the lust, and hurriedly ate breakfast, Chu Wuyan picked up his bag and ran towards the grass house again.

"Ah Yan, come back early!" his mother Lin shouted reluctantly behind him.

"Got it!" Chu Wuyan replied absentmindedly.

When I went out, a peach blossom tree in front of the door swayed gently in the wind.

The light pink petals were colorful and fluttering, and they were all covered with Chu Wuyan's clothes stained with broken wood chips.

At this time, he never thought that there would be no time to see each other again!