Chapter 2: The Past Is Like the Wind

Shangguan Yanran looked at him and shook her head firmly, her eyes gradually seemed to be filled with water, clear and bright, like the water vapor on the surface of the lake was covered with a thin layer of mist, her eyes also became blurred, she said firmly: "I never regret it, if I am with someone I don't like, then I might as well die." If I can be with the person I like, I feel that I am much better than I can live a day. ”

"Then am I someone you like?" Murong Chen asked her gently, his tone soft as if a breeze was blowing.

"It's hard to say. Shangguan Yanran glanced at him mischievously and said to him with a smile.

"It's not me, see how I clean you up. Murong Chen pretended to be angry, jumped up and pounced towards Shangguan Yanran, Shangguan Yanran twisted her body to avoid his bear hug, and ran out of the city with a smile. Murong Chen chased after him, the silver bell-like laughter and the unbridled laughter were intertwined, rippling in the wilderness, Murong Chen and Shangguan Yanran were chasing and frolicking, he thought to himself that it was really good to have such a wife by his side, she could always make him happy and happy every time he was depressed.

Under the warm sun, a rare day without a trace of clouds in Bashan Shushui, Murong Chen lay lazily on the grass, holding the hairy grass in Shangguan Yanran's hand just now in his mouth, looking at the sky silently. Shangguan Yanran lay beside him, her little head resting on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat, and there was clearly a trace of blush on her fair face. Lying on Murong Chen's body weakly, his hand slowly caressing his chest.

"Xiao Chen, did you live in that village on the other side of the mountain, can you tell me your old story?" Shangguan Yanran held her cheeks with her hands, lay on Murong Chen's body and looked at his face, and nodded his face with her index finger from time to time and said softly.

"Do you see the mountain in front of me? that's where I used to pick herbs, dig ores, and round up prey, and I lived there until I was eleven years old, and my grandfather and I were really happy, although life was very hard. Murong Chen picked up Shangguan Yanran and let her sit beside him. He also sat up and put his right hand around Shangguan Yanran's shoulder. Pointing to a small mountain range under Qingcheng Mountain, he pointed to Shangguan Yanran and said.

"What a beautiful place, why did you want to leave that place?" Shangguan Yanran looked at the small mountain range, crisp. The mountains are full of bright flowers. During this time, there is still a murmuring water flowing slowly. She couldn't help but admire.

Murong Chen looked at Xiaoshan, his eyes gradually moistened, and he seemed to have returned to the days of more than ten years ago. The memories gradually played back in my mind little by little, like a puzzle, and gradually put together a perfect picture.

"Tomorrow, I will continue to practice in the mountains, and by the way, I will go to pick some herbs, dig some ores, and come back with some prey. Grandpa still looked at him expressionlessly, and commanded him. Since he was ten years old, he no longer needed his grandfather to accompany him to do these things, and he still remembers the events of the year when he was ten years old vividly and clearly in his mind.

The winter of that year was particularly cold, the wind was blowing like a knife, and the raging wind carried everything that could be driven with snowflakes, turning the verdant Qingcheng Mountain into a white world, everything was pressed under the snow, the wind whistled with snowflakes, and all the people in this white world had already hid in the house, escaping from the raging wind and cold.

There were two black dots moving on the white earth, it was Murong Chen and Grandpa, they were moving slowly, and the footprints behind them were blown flat by the wind and the white snow in a blink of an eye, without a trace, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye.

"Grandpa, now that the wind and snow are so big, will there be animals coming out?" Murong Chen was panting with a bow and arrow on his back, and as soon as he spoke, a big gulp of white gas came out of his mouth, and he asked the old man who was moving slowly in front of him.

"We walked to the hunting area, and after a while the wind and snow would stop, and it was the perfect time to hunt when animals were full of animals coming out in search of food. The old man showed a rare smile and said softly to the child.

"The wind and snow are so heavy that the roads are buried, so we can get to the place where we hunt. The child asked as he walked, and when he looked around, he could no longer distinguish the direction of the east, south, and northwest, and the snowflakes were flying in the sky, obscuring his vision.

"Child, let me teach you how to distinguish the direction in the wild, the northwest wind is the winter wind, the wind blowing from the northwest, then you face the wind, the right hand direction is the northeast, the left hand direction is the southwest, and the back is the southeast direction. The wind-blown snowdrift is southeast on the back, and if you look at the trees, the dense direction is facing south, and the sparse direction is facing north. The direction in which the moon rises is facing west, and the direction in which the moon sets is in the direction of orienting. The stars in the sky are also our guiding lights, as long as you find the Big Dipper, you have found your direction. There are countless ways to judge the direction in the field, which requires you to work hard to observe and study carefully. The old man patiently explained and taught the child carefully. Whenever he went to a place, he carefully taught the children how to judge the direction, and from time to time let him practice and find his own way. The two of them walked for a long time, one after the other, until they reached the place where they were hunting.

"I'll go pick some herbs first, and you will slowly squat here by yourself, remember not to hunt, and start hunting again when I come back, just keep the trap." The old man instructed and disappeared into the long wind and snow, the child hid behind the trap, his body had been covered with a thick layer of snow, he carried a big hat, through the snow in front of him can carefully see the situation in front, the snow has gradually stopped, the wind has gradually decreased, the sun jumped out of the clouds, warm shining on the earth, the cold that was raging just now has been expelled. The child hid in the pit dug well, motionless, he carefully observed the situation of his trap through a lookout hole, they arranged a lot of clips, nets, and many trap pits here, the child watched very seriously that the animals that came out to forage were tripped by one mechanism, and became their meal on the plate for the next few days, and his heart was happy for a while, and he silently counted the animals in the trap in his heart, one, two,......。 He counted and thought that his grandfather was still powerful, and the hunt after the heavy snow was really fruitful. Suddenly there was a very big cat in front of him, dozens of times the size of an ordinary cat, with a big mouth, sniffing and walking towards here, it seemed that he was hungry and hated, desperately ran towards the bloody hunting ground, it was very unceremonious, and ate a pheasant that was still fluttering on the clamp in one bite, and it ate a hare in another bite, the child looked at the big cat unceremoniously, and his heart was furious, he took out his bow, and put an arrow on his left eye is an arrow, and said viciously while shooting: "Dead big cat, let you rob me of my things, teach you a lesson. ”

Murong Chen's archery was very accurate, the arrow shot into the left eye of the big cat like a meteor, the big cat was probably hungry, but he didn't watch out for people around him, and suddenly the arrow shot into the left eye, and he couldn't help but scream angrily, and the trees trembled all over the mountain, and the echo in the valley was long, and the snow on the trees fell down.

Murong Chen jumped out of the pit where he was ambushed, pointed at the big cat and roared, "Don't get out of here, don't steal our prey anymore." But he was surprised to see that the big cat was not afraid at all, and turned around at him suddenly, staring at him with wide eyes, squatting slightly, arching up, and suddenly pounced on him with a roar.

The roar of the big cat resounded throughout the valley, and the old man who was collecting medicine changed his face, glanced in the direction of the roar, his face suddenly turned pale, and shouted loudly: "It's not good, Chen'er, don't have an accident." He leaped from the rocks in a hurry, a few steps and one step, and rushed quickly towards the place where the tiger howled, his face clearly with anxiety and worry that could not be concealed, and he jumped along the top of the tree, and in a few ups and downs he had already rushed a large section, and his body rushed forward like the wind. After a while, he came to the place where the tiger was howling, and he kept muttering while jumping: "Chen'er, don't have an accident, don't scare grandpa." ”

When he came to the place where the tiger was howling, he saw a tiger with arrows in both eyes, and blood flowed there, jumping around a tree, and blood flowed from its mouth, as if it had just finished eating. He screamed, his hand clenched into a fist, and he slammed into the tiger's neck with all his strength, the tiger was shot blind, and roared and jumped for a long time, it was not very sensitive, it was too late to hear the wind, the neck was hit heavily, it twisted and threw a pounce, was easily dodged by the old man, and then the body was horizontal, the tail swished towards the old man's heavy blow, the old man sideways to avoid the tail's blow, stretched out and grabbed the tail and pulled it violently, the tiger suddenly slowed down, at this moment, the old man's empty hand slammed out and smashed heavily on the tiger's waist spine, and the tiger immediately collapsed to the groundThe old man jumped and rode on the tiger, and his fist hit the tiger head like a rainstorm.

Tigers have always had three tricks: "one pounce, two cuts, and three tail flicks." There is also the title of copper head and iron tail tofu waist, "After making the trick side, there is no back move, after a meal, so under the full blow of the old man's fist, he has collapsed to the ground, and there is no longer the power to resist, the old man has tears on his face, and the fist keeps hitting the tiger's head and neck fiercely, and has been hitting a hundred and ten punches, seeing that the tiger is already only out of breath, no air intake, but the old man still keeps beating, and his mouth keeps reading: "Chen'er, Chen'er, grandpa is sorry for you." He wept, tears streaming down his face, evidently already grieved.

"Grandpa, what are you crying for? A crisp voice came down from the tree, the old man froze for a moment, stopped his hand, and slowly raised his head, isn't it Murong Chen standing on the tree......?