In the early morning in the mountains, there seems to be nothing but white between the heavens and the earth, and the ridges on the left and right sides of the past are gone, and it seems that rain and fog have long been taken for granted.

Shangli Village was originally on the mountain mound, and when I looked down at this time, Xiali Village, which was clearly visible in the past, had simply been swallowed up by a bottomless white abyss beast.

Although the mountains are wild, they have a different style, and they come to the face, and there is also a primitive and fresh taste, which is refreshing.

Although it is not as prosperous as the clusters of steel forests, Ang Lee also enjoys this environment, but the only bad thing is that it is a little cold.

"Anzi, Anzi, go and call your Azu, the sun is about to come out. ”

The old man downstairs got up the earliest every day, as always, and began to work day after day, and at the same time did not forget to babble and mutter, and his half-squinted cloudy eyes seemed to see Li An who was leaking half of his head from the window upstairs.

Li An was a little helpless, flattened his tiptoes, stepped on the wooden floor that creaked under his feet as if he was about to strike at any time, and walked downstairs.

The courtyard of the wooden antique building is not uncommon here. It can be said that this Shangli Village, which is located on the hill pier, is almost this kind of ancient style building, and at a glance, the eaves and tiles are uneven and scattered.

He used to often recall the house in his hometown from the costume films on TV, and that familiarity often made him very kind.

It is also this habit of inertia that Ang Lee did not have a serious understanding of the origin of this kind of architecture, which is also unusual in the local area. Now re-examining this ancient courtyard that accompanied him almost throughout his childhood, he really didn't find that there could be such a strange and strange house.

The small buildings and small courtyards that have nurtured several generations, as the young and strong have gone out of the mountains to develop, now the old mansion has long been ten rooms and nine empty, and only the old and the young can stay here.

Similarly, it is not surprising that most of the young people will not stay in the village. Probably, it will only be lively for a while at the end of the year.

The hard-working grandmother has to get up early every day to clean up her work, and it seems that the empty room is always full of people, which is a bit ridiculous.

The old mansion also has grandparents who are still alive, and Azu, who has some legs and feet.

It is said that Azu is very old, but he never says how old he is, and most people don't know how old Azu is. Li An remembered that if this world went on as in his previous life, the old man in front of him, who was often sleepy-eyed, would be like this moment in a few years, sitting under the loquat tree next to the path, closing his eyes and going west.

Azu has a habit of seeing the first rays of sunshine in the morning every day, never stopping.

Ang Lee, who used to be a child, didn't care about this, for him at that time, he probably only thought about where to go to play in the water with the children of his uncle's next door during the day, and at night he was trying to find where to catch more and brighter fireflies.

And Ang Lee, who is still a child, understands a little.

Most of the paths of life are similar, just full of brilliance and bleak mediocrity, and in the end he still can't escape the pace of time, and now he is being joked by God, which is still very big.

Looking at Li An, who was standing silently beside him with his head down, the old man seemed to guess his incomprehension, and couldn't help but be vaguely happy: "No matter how the world changes, after all, the plan of the day lies in the morning scene, Xiao Anzi, you are still young, you are not a person from our way, you will not understand." ”

As he spoke, he put his hand on Li An's head and touched it, and his face, which didn't have many wrinkles on weekdays, was crowded with a happy smile.

Li An frowned, angrily and helplessly pushed away the old man's somewhat slender palm, expressing reluctance. He wasn't afraid that the old man, who occasionally made him feel shiny, would have any suspicions about him.

It's just that the unhappiness is that when he was just turned old and was sent back to the old house, the old man kneaded himself up and down that time, but he didn't freak himself out. Although the old man still had a happy smile, as if he didn't feel like he had done anything at all.

Probably no one would have thought that he would have any memories when he was one year old.

Ang Lee felt palpitations every time he thought about it.

In the early morning, there is no wind in the mountains, and the cries of unknown birds that are rare to get up early to forage for food can be heard in the thick white mist. It is as if a stone stirs up a thousand waves, and the sound of birds in the mountains gradually ceases to hear.

The soaring mist seemed to be attracted, mischievously passing through the old and the young, and falling into the deep pool of Xia Li Village.

Li An found that there were some water droplets in his hair, and some coolness hit, Li An took a look at the small body wrapped like a zongzi, which was still a little cool and thin. I can't help but sigh at this era when the greenhouse effect is far less than a few decades later, how did the people in the north survive?

I was a little worried that Azu wouldn't be able to stand the cold, but the "basking in the sun" early in the morning was the law that Azure couldn't move, and he couldn't persuade him. But it doesn't prevent him from scolding in his heart, since that's the case, you sleep so hard every day, you have to wake people up?

When I was distracted, I only heard the sound of angry scolding, slapping, clanging, and the sound of hurriedly stepping on the wooden ladder downstairs.

Ang Lee knew what was going on as soon as he heard it.

Most of the young people of the Li people in Shangcun have run away, but there are some who remain in the village.

For example, the third uncle named Li Rong in front of him.

Compared with those early birds, this third uncle, who has long been 'famous', is more like a worm that will be eaten by birds when he gets up early.

In the early years, the grandparents were heartbroken for the idle third uncle, and finally there was no way out, so they gave the third uncle a small business temporarily in a small market town.

In fact, it can be seen from this that grandpa is not really angry, and he will not be ruthless. Of course, it is also because the third uncle is a young son, and the old people in the family are in pain, if it weren't for the fact that he had to get up early today, otherwise where would the grandfather make trouble at this point.

In this way, this is probably a holy grace, right? Ang Lee had a bad taste at the right time.

"Hey, little bit. The third uncle, who only had time to grab a big windbreaker and go out of the door, saw the combination of old and young under the tree here, and he didn't forget to say hello to Li An while wearing clothes, of course he didn't dare to disturb his grandfather basking in the sun.

Because, in the meantime, a ray of light crawled out of the sky.

From a point of light at the beginning, in a blink of an eye, it has become a light that can pierce the heavy clouds and mist, and the light that comes into view is as warm and peaceful as ever.

When the light came, Li An closed his eyes as usual, his heart was inexplicably peaceful, and it seemed that the invisible resentment hidden in his heart had disappeared a lot, and a trace of warmth rose in his abdomen. Even the mysterious power in the body that cannot be seen or touched is a little abnormal and eager to try.

This mysterious power, and the unfinished conversation on the rainy night two days ago.

A few words that appeared suddenly in his cognition, but probably already existed in reality.

Abilities, the Gu Immortal Sect, and the Divine Seed.

Li An couldn't help frowning slightly, he regretted that he was a little impulsive after sensing that Li San was also "the same kind", and the strength in his body couldn't help but go to compete with him.

The unexpected events were out of his control, and the clues that had puzzled him for years of rebirth were once again interrupted.

The next time I encounter other abilities, I will probably resign myself to fate, as for the kind of gods like the blockbuster I have seen, whether the Gu Immortal Sect is a cultivator, whether it will fly to the sky and the earth, etc., is too unreal.

Rebirth was enough for him to digest, and the sudden emergence of new things, as if unprepared and completely uncontrolled, opened up the unknown side of the world, like a train turning into a strange fork in the road, making people's eyes dark and unable to figure out the way.

When he was upset, he put a snapping hand on his head, rubbed it without discipline, and his hair was messy, and then he said proudly and lazily: "Xiyang is infinitely good, it's really infinitely good, but it's not good if you don't have the heart to appreciate it, you say little guy." ”

Ang Lee: "......"

Knocking off the thick claws, Ang Lee raised his small face and glared at the uncle who seemed to be still intoxicated by the sun.

He often learned this kind of occasional unguardable means, and he was so unguardable that he hated it.

Really...... What kind of ancestor can have what kind of descendants, this family is really good all the way.

Li An thought viciously.

It's just that somehow in my heart I remembered my well-behaved daughter in my previous life...

Then look at your own hands...

“.........”

I can't help but feel a wave of sadness.

Maybe I miss my home too much.

......

......

Family... The word is beginning to fade away, and it may never go back to the warmth.

There is also the unfinished promise of the previous life.

Honey, are you okay?

I miss you.

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