Boom!

"Let's go!"

The cold winter of that year was the coldest year!

And the bloody countryside is also the most desolate place.

A little boy who has not yet reached the age of the crown dragged a blood-drenched sleeve, walking between the sword and the bow and arrow, the broken sleeve dripping with red is blood donation, and the terrifying blood holes are like the rouge used by the beauties in the Hongchen Inn, piece by piece, simple and clear but dense like honeycomb coal.

"Song Li, why don't you leave!"

A young girl who fell in a pool of blood and was in her old age, looking at the young man who limped towards him, tears of grief and indignation fell from her eyelids.

Snowflakes rippled in his mouth, adding a sense of silence to the parched earth.

The wind blows the flowers cold, the water fades and the lake dries!

The black clouds in the sky wandered scattered, like ghosts, as if looking for prey.

Woooooo

Woooooo

Woooooo

These three suppressed choked sounds seemed to come from the depths of the earth stained red by donated blood.

There seems to be no sunlight here, and it is desolate and frightening!

The lonely sycamore leaf flew alone, because he could not find a dance partner, only dust, a gray patch, and no one.

The dead souls struggled and wept, trying to tear off the chains and crawl to the surface, but their bodies were getting heavier and heavier, sinking little by little into the bottomless underworld.

There seemed to be anger hidden in the depths of the young man's eyebrows, but it quickly disappeared again, and the green silk sideburns floated in the dust, which was a feeling of loneliness and powerlessness.

The girl's fingernails were embedded in the blood-soaked mud, and her clothes were tattered, but the fiery gaze, like a stinging lightning, would burst out with brutal power at any moment.

"I'm gone, so what are you going to do?"

The young man's words were very gentle, like a warm spring breeze blowing on the earth, although it was frozen, but there was no snow, although there was no snow, but it was surprisingly cool.

The coolness is not just the coldness of the skin and the earth, but comes from the tens of thousands of hearts that have stopped beating and the villagers who can't sleep at night.

They tossed and turned all night, and at some point the extended minions of the court would poke into their lowly heads.

At that time, the Ming Dynasty was full of killers from Gongweisi and East and West Factories at night, slaughtering some living creatures that should not appear, and everywhere they went, there was no one around.

The young man's cheeks were carved with large and small scars, and the blood donation flowed down those ravine-like nicks, and the cold wind blew slightly, as if he had a few more scars at this moment.

Those scars carry too many deaths and memories!

He doesn't want to reminisce about the past, or even more distant eras, the change of dynasties, the rise and fall of history, he doesn't want to witness, but he still has very important things to do.

If the Book of All Things is gone, he will look for it one day!

Step on the hundred rivers, climb to the top, morning and twilight, year after year!

"Ahh

The boy walked around a dead woman who was still holding a baby that was not yet a full moon in her hands, and the boy did not dare to look at the villagers who had died in the wilderness, because they had died because of him.

"Song Li, our death has nothing to do with you, it's no wonder that those miserable palace lackeys slaughtered the people in order to get the Book of Mortals to please the incompetent emperor!"

The girl's tone became tougher, but she still lay motionless in the dirt, and the blood donation at the corner of her mouth could not be suppressed, seeping into the white frost grass, and the almost decadent wild grass seemed to become more and more vigorous under the nourishment of the blood donation.

The grass on the wall is unconsciously like bloodthirsty monsters, they rely on each other and squeeze each other, relying on the blood of mortals to survive, but they are afraid of the power of nature.

And this force of nature is the sky.

No one dares to oppose heaven, except those who walk in the shadows.

However, the young man in front of the girl's eyes was a mortal.

Their purpose was only to find the Book of Mortals!

But no one knows what to do or what to do after finding it.

After all, no one has found the Book of Mortals yet!

"Ahh

The boy didn't even have the strength to clench his fists, but the words that came out of his mouth were sonorous and powerful, like a halberd that wanted to be plunged into the depths of the sky.

"Song Li promised me, don't do this, do your best to obey the destiny of heaven, we are mortals, mortals...... How is it possible to deal with ...... And...... Tiandou!"

The girl's originally deep gaze suddenly became ethereal, and finally the air sacs slowly dried up as if they had been drained of air, and the boy could not touch her wet hands until the girl died.

The cold wind blew gently on the wilderness, and occasionally a few roosters crowed, and the desolation turned into sharp horns like the bottom of a pyramid in the sparse sunlight, but they were soft like the fluff of a sloth.

"Ah, I ......"

The boy fell, his eyes kept staring at the girl's distracted eyes, which seemed to be frozen and his arms were slightly raised, he wanted to touch the tips of the girl's hair, but it was like a butterfly on the other side, and he couldn't touch it with all his might.

They didn't know if the other party was asleep or dead, so they just watched quietly, and it seemed that time and space had forgotten them!

Suddenly, a snowflake passed through the corner of his eye and blindfolded the young man, who seemed to be tired and slowly closed his eyes.

Maybe after this heavy snowfall, everything will go back to the way it was.

"Ahh

欻欻歘!

The sound of flipping a book like an out-of-body sword suddenly broke the young man's comfortable dream, and a sleepy-eyed young man with clean bangs squeezed his nose, glanced at the girl sitting next door and smiled slightly.

A glimmer of light shone on the young man's young and sleepy-eyed face, like a sculpture that had existed for thousands of years.

Stacks of rolls were stacked on the seats of the front and back tables, and the young man pouted, about to start his cheeky Dafa of inappropriate people.

The boy then lay down on the table again, the girl shook her head, and continued to flip through the boring physics book, followed by a kind bell for the end of class successfully woke up the boy who pretended to be asleep.

The boy turned his head again and smiled at the girl, then hooked the basketball at the foot of the table with his foot and lifted it up with his hand, and twisted it to the boy behind him with an expression of underplay.

He made a gesture to play ball.

"Li Buli, you wait for me, write your own homework in the evening!"

The girl angrily glanced at the boy, then widened her wind-chime-like pupils and shook her head filled with water in the boy's eyes.

"Mom, I know you're the best, it's only fifteen minutes between classes, why do you have so many things to do when you play ball, right! Mom!"

The boy and the boy behind him hooked their shoulders and walked to the back door that was trampled by the liberal arts class, and shook their fingers!

"It's pretty much the same, it's still a good son, if you don't listen to your mother in the future, you won't have to copy your homework!"

The girl seemed to get a hint of benefit, grinned the corners of her mouth, and leaned back to continue to open the physics book!

This boy who sweats on the basketball court is called Li Buli, he is neither a school grass nor a big coffee, and he has neither the aura of a male protagonist nor the tide of love.

He's just an ordinary high school student!

He has a mediocre appearance, and his height of 1.75 meters is nothing more than a second-class cripple in the eyes of many girls, and he always likes to wear a pair of round-framed eyes.

Whenever he laughs, it is like a frozen warm sun, the eyes that seem to be smiling but not smiling seem to carry a pool of spring water, and the thick eyebrows are like wildfires burning all over the field.

And the only thing that makes him unique is that he has a special ability that is dispensable.

Vanclis calls it "New Year!"

Li Buli can see the trajectory of the next ball when he is playing basketball, which is also a secret weapon for him to join the basketball team, but since he joined the basketball team, he has been practicing his skills hard.

When Li Buli discovered his basketball talent, he met his lifelong good brother Zhang Zhizhi.

Zhang Yin is tall, but he has pimples all over his face, and his dark cheeks make his pimples seem to be not so obvious, and he likes to laugh just as much as Li Buli.

And this warmest smile also makes these two big boys with very different personalities become good brothers who talk about everything.

"Li Buli, what do you think of Liu Guoguo!"

Li Buli had just shot a three-pointer that wiped the frame, and Zhang Yin, who had been playing silently, suddenly said to Li Buli.

"You said nerd, it's good, don't we rely on him for our English homework!"

Li Buli's clever eyes glanced at Zhang Yin, who seemed to have an ulterior secret hidden in his eyes, Zhang couldn't help but take the basketball from a boy because of avoiding Li Buli's sword-like gaze, and whispered!

"I heard that she likes Xiong Cheng in the science class!"

Zhang Yin's tone was very calm, like a dragonfly gently pointing its tail on the water, but it caused a small wave in Li Buli's heart, only to see Zhang Yin stick the ball to the seam of his pants, and then it was a standard shooting action, and the spinning basketball entered the net in response.

The nine-o'clock daylight was not very vicious, but through the dirty glass on the backboard, wisps of broken light seemed to shoot through the sieve on the plastic track in the distance.

"What's the matter, you're interesting to her!"

Li Buli suddenly lifted Qi bangs, pulled the bracelet that was a little misplaced, and looked at Zhang Yin, who was careless on the surface, but like a knife in his heart.

"If you go to Nima, I'm just asking, come and go alone!"

The sunlight was imprinted on Zhang Yin's bare forehead, and in Li Buli's eyes, it was like a small mound, as if it would collapse at any time.

"Hit it, three balls!"

Li Buli picked up the basketball and swung it at Zhang Yin, Zhang Yin was caught off guard and wanted to catch the ball, but he didn't expect it to be Li Buli Xu Huang's move, and the orderly three-step layup easily sent the basketball into the center of the net.

"You're fooling, Li Buli, don't want to score a goal today!"

I don't know if Li Buli angered Zhang Yin, or because of Liu Guoguo's matter, today's Zhang Yin's attack is more decisive and ferocious.

Li Buli smiled slightly, he finally had an account in his heart, but he didn't expect to take out this kid's thoughts in one sentence.

Don't even use the special function of "Continuation of the Year".

However, Li did not take a wrong step from the chess, and lost all the games, but what he got back was a few snapping hats.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

Li Buli and Zhang Yin, who were still playing hotly, heard zero sounds, and skillfully threw the basketball in the weeds next to the teaching building, this place would not be patronized even by the sweeping aunt, let alone the teaching director who loved cleanliness.

Li Buli and Zhang Yin hurriedly ran up the stairs, because the science class was close to the basketball court, so in order to step into the back door of the classroom faster, they could only pass the science class.

Li Buli, who was not running at the forefront, couldn't help but glance back at Zhang Yin, and sure enough, Zhang Yin sneaked a glance at Xiong Cheng, who was reading at the desk.

This guy!

Li Buli shook his head helplessly, it was better to enter the classroom quickly, otherwise he would be scolded by the rice cooker again.

When it comes to the term rice cooker, it is the students who love to play and give Li Buli the nickname of the head teacher.

Li Buli's head teacher has a big beer belly, and when he is in class, he will burp a few times, which will wake up the sleeping classmates in the back row, which is twice as terrifying as thunder.

"Do you want me to introduce Qi Qi to you!"

Li Buli's ears suddenly heard a familiar voice, and it turned out to be Zhang Yin who was speeding up.

I don't know how many times the name "Qi Qi" appeared from Zhang Yin's mouth, but Li Buli had never seen this girl who only existed in fantasy.

Qingxia fell on the plane tree, a crimson maple leaf quietly fell on the bluestone slab, and the breeze suddenly rose, blowing a pool of autumn water.

The yellowish but unshriveled fallen leaves were gently picked up by the autumn wind, like a fluttering butterfly flying aimlessly against the ground.

The fallen leaves suddenly stopped in front of a pair of cloth shoes, and a pair of jade hands gently picked up the fallen leaves, the white dress was inlaid with a few pink flower bones, and the slender and white legs seemed to be rooted in the mud.

Her name is Qi Qi, and she is a high school student in the same class as Li Buli.

On the last afternoon of the weekend, she walked alone by the lake, with two lilac ribbons tied to her dark blue hairpin, and when the autumn wind blew, she fluttered like a flag on the bluestone slab with only three or three people.

Her eyes were full of perseverance and perseverance.

The bleak but intermittent east wind seemed to tell her that a long, long time ago a boy died for you in this land.

And the corners of her eyes were still shining with tears, because she vaguely remembered that she seemed to have such a dream every day.

A young man fell on the snow with her, they clasped hands and looked at each other silently, she could not remember who closed her eyes first, but she remembered how gentle and firm the young man's eyes were.

Although this place has changed with time, the milestone of life will never be forgotten.

It's like someone dragging that heavy suitcase even though it's all bad, because we always have to leave, we always die.

But some things are eternal, you don't remember, but someone remembers!

It is not a coincidence that I met you, but fate, and this fate was exchanged by another person for how many erosive late nights and years of crawling in the mud.

Qi Qi stretched out his hand and stroked the autumn wind, as if he was caressing the cheeks of the young man at that time, but it was cold and cold!

"Will you ever come back?"

It seems that this sentence was not said by Qi Qi, but the letterhead sent by the girl many years ago.

They want to pull the years, but they can't touch it.