Chapter 16 soul ranch

——Give Sicheng In winter, Mrs. Snow came from the far north, driving a mighty herd of horses. "Hmph - don't look at Wild Eyes, go! Go!" Lady Xue waved her long whip, and the snow horse galloped across the field. However, the wilderness in the north is really moving.The boundless long wind sang a boundless elegy, the boundless great lake listened quietly, it listened motionlessly, she calmed down bit by bit, until the vast lake was completely quiet, and the ice slowly sealed it. On the vast wilderness, there grows the same vast wild trees, one after another.In the cold wind, they became stiff, and all the soft leaves fell, and no flowers could bloom on the bare branches, and not even a single autumn fruit was left.

The snow horse ran, ran, and ran in the field.Mrs. Xue sat on the horseback and sat on the horse alone for a long time. She was extremely lonely. She couldn't help but think of her childhood and those times lying in the cradle. The dusk gradually thickened, and her eyes gradually became blurred. Doze off. When she fell asleep, she heard Yuan Ye's words.The ancient wilderness speaks an ancient language. The wilderness speaks very slowly. It takes a long time before we can hear that sentence—just like when we are on the earth, it will take a long time for the sky to fall a meteorite.The dream of Mrs. Xue is like a vivid screen, scene after scene, the plot advances, the scenes are constantly changing, and new scenes are constantly covering the old ones.After listening to Yuanye's latter words, Xue Pozi forgot the previous words, so she still couldn't understand what Yuanye wanted to say.

The hot sun rises from the end of the field, and the movie of Mrs. Xue's dream comes to an end.She opened her eyes, shook off the snow flakes from her eyelids, and sat up from the horse's back.However, she was annoyed to find that the horses stopped again and pricked up their ears. She raised the whip, and the whip made a "hunting" sound: "Hmph - run! run!" The horses ran hard and caught up with the long wind of the sad song-the horses flew up, they were faster than the long wind, they raised their hooves, and trampled the long wind under their feet.Riding the long wind, the horses ran while flying, gradually leaving the ground and running to the blue sky.

Above the azure blue sky, Guang Tongzi with golden hair, blowing a silver flute, herding snow-white flocks, is walking slowly from the horizon.The morning light shone on the boy's face, and his eyes were as pure and moving as sapphires.Notes run out from the small mouth of the snow flute, one group after another, like dandelions, spread out, spread out, fly up and down, and flutter around, the sun penetrates into their transparent hearts, they dance and change into colors pasture.The snow sheep slowly opened their mouths and ate the suspended pasture one by one—these beautiful and cold notes, with the taste of exotic wild fruits, melted in the mouth of the sheep, and left on the tongue coating of the sheep. A fresh and strange memory.

The colored notes slowly drifted away, gradually covering the entire sky, and the snow sheep chasing them also slowly dispersed, covering the entire sky. At this time, on the midwinter land, snakes, earthworms, frogs and bears are all sleeping, only the fish swimming under the frozen lake, living motionless in the soft aquatic plants, always quiet and awake, only them, At the bottom of the deep water, they heard the sound of the boy's flute, and they smiled in the cold and clear water. Xue Pozi's horses rushed to the sky, roared loudly, and galloped past.The long wind swept across the sky, and the notes were quickly swept into the horse herd. The sheep evenly arranged in the blue sky raised their heads and were greatly taken aback.Before they came back to their senses, the call of the snow horse had brought cold wind into their soft hearts——

"Run, run, run fast!" The sheep spread their hooves, followed the horses, and ran like flying! Standing alone in the blue sky, the boy blew the song "Bai Yungui", the horses neighed like waves, the "da da" hoofbeats covered the light tremolo of the snow flute, and the sheep were "hoo hoo" They ran farther and farther away in the sound of the wind, and even the most charming music could not call them back. All the clouds have gone away, even the white clouds under the boy's feet have quietly disappeared without a trace, the blue sky is as pure as a dream and as deep as the sea, the boy is staring into the distance, he can't stop his body from landing in the air , Later, he landed on the vast wilderness like a golden ballad.

"Welcome, rare customer! Welcome!" Beside the road, on the leafless wild trees, a group of small sparrows chirped. The boy smiled shyly. "Where are you going? Guangtongzi, where are you going?" "I seek my flock, who knows the way?" Little sparrow, you look at me, I look at you: "I do not know!" "do not know!" ... Compared with the wilderness, the little sparrows are too young, they are simple and happy.The little sparrow knew and understood nothing but the grains of wheat on the ground. The boy stood alone on the field, and the field was like a huge mystery.

On the wilderness, one road after another, like many long and long ribbons, they are tangled, stretched, tangled again, and stretched again.Every road is like a little riddle, every road calls to the boy: "Come, come, come here!" "I'm looking for my flock, where are they?" the boy bent down and asked the path under his feet. Xiaolu was silent for a long time, and finally said a word, but its voice was too low for the boy to hear. The boy bent down and pressed his body tightly against the soil. He turned to Yuanye's ear, and his voice of inquiry was like a clear spring:

"Where are the sheep?" "The flock will return." The words of the field slowly and murmured out of the ground, like a swamp slowly spitting out a bubble, filled with the memories of dinosaurs and ferns hundreds of millions of years ago. Fresh fishy smell. The boy got up from the ground and walked into the distance.He walked through the sleeping wild trees and the frozen lake. He walked and walked, and gradually walked into the depths of the wilderness.With joy in his heart, Yuanye unfolded her beautiful answers to him page after page, as if opening a long scroll of pictures, as if arranging a feast of scenery for the boy.

The boy walked farther and farther, and as he walked, it was getting late. He gradually forgot the blue sky, the snow-white sheep, and the melodious snow flute.The boy walked into the field, gradually becoming the most vivid stroke in the depths of the scroll. When the burning fireball slowly fell into the dark abyss, the Queen of the Night appeared at the end of the field.She waved her jet-black long sleeves, and the jet-black Feng Pozi rushed out of Wind Valley holding a gleaming ice knife.Feng Pozi shouted on the branches of fallen leaves, on the cliffs like blades, and on the clouds where meteorites and hail flew randomly: "Come, come, come quickly——"

"Here we come, we come, we come—" Mrs. Xue woke up from her slumber, and agreed loudly. She raised her long whip and drove the galloping horses over in a mighty manner. "Come on, come on, come on—" Mrs. Leng kept a straight face, and opened the nine hundred and ninety-nine frozen wells she was guarding. With a white chill, they poured out continuously from the bottomless deep well. Feng Pozi rushed from the south to the north, and then from the west to the east. She stirred in the cold and drove the snow horses in. The black and frozen clouds gathered in the low sky, like thousands of troops, in the wilderness. Whistling, running, spinning and flying above the head. After a while, it snowed, and the wind and snow were flying all over the sky.Between the dark world, the boy stretched out his hands, he couldn't see his fingers, he could only feel the endless coldness, slowly seeping into the blood vessels and soul from the ten fingers. Heavy snow covered the road under his feet, and the wind hurt his childish face. He couldn't open his eyes or take a step.So he no longer opened his eyes, no longer took a step, he stood quietly on the field, and took out his silver snow flute in the wind and snow. On this dark and cold night, the boy used a small snow flute to describe the pasture in his heart stroke by stroke and vigorously—the song "Spring of the Pasture" sounded in the heart of the wilderness on this cold night. coming.He first drew a faint sunlight, which was golden, like a dream, one ray, one ray, and another ray, the sunlight circled the boy's fingers, and his fingers felt warm, so the notes he blew , Contains greater power, and contains more intense colors. The boy looked ahead, and the snow flute blew out green leaves and bright red flowers. They fell on the bare and cold wild trees. The wild trees opened their eyes and laughed in the cold wind.Group after group, green leaves, flowers—the green leaves are like eyes, and the flowers are like lamps.Bits of light gathered together to illuminate the world of ice sculptures and jade around the boy.The boy leaned against the flower tree, blowing out one grass after another, and they fell on the snow, gradually paving a vast pasture.He blew out drops of clear water, and they fell on the meadow and formed a stream. Beifeng couldn't help slowing down, and slowly entered the boy's pasture. In order to blend into this gorgeous world, it turned into a green spring breeze.The chill surrounds the notes, and in order to get closer to the boy, it turns into a warm floral fragrance.The boy closed his eyes, blowing and blowing in the snow all over the sky, and his pasture stretched and stretched continuously in the wilderness. Finally, the snow stopped.The boy put down the snow flute and opened his eyes. He was surprised to find that there was a beautiful wooden house in the pasture of his heart. "I did not sing of the house in the idyll."—Whose house is this? The boy stepped on the soft grass and walked to the door of the house. The light shone on the boy through the window. The orange light illuminated his long golden hair, and the snowflakes on his long hair shone with tears. With a sound of "Yi Ya", someone opened the door.Guangdouzi opened his mouth, he could hardly believe his eyes—— In front of him, as if looking into a mirror, there appeared another boy of light, with the same golden hair, the same silver flute, and the same sapphire eyes.The only difference was that the boy in the house was a head taller than the boy outside the door——it was his brother who opened the door for him on a snowy night, the older boy who had been herding sheep with him in the Golden Ranch before he was exiled. In the center of the hut, a small red clay stove was burning, and beside the stove, warm hands held frozen hands.Just where the hands touched, gold shavings fell one after another. "It's really warm." The boy said, "What kind of place is this?" "This is your heart's ranch—I've built this house in your heart since you left King Ranch. The stove was burning brightly, and the room was as warm as spring. The boy sat on a wooden stool, and the wooden stool was sprouting. "You have always lived in my heart." Tears welled up in the boy's eyes, and the tears were warm. "Well, when you feel cold, I light the fire." The boy burst into tears, he played "My Hometown Golden Ranch", the flute sounded like running water, and where the flute sound flooded, golden pastures grew everywhere.The big boy also raised his silver flute, and together with the boy's music, they praised the golden flock and the golden footprints... The long night passed slowly, and at some point, three weeping faces appeared in the three windows of the wooden house. They were Mrs. Xue who missed Xuexiang, Mrs. Feng who missed Fenggu, and Mrs. Leng who missed Frozen Well. When the music stops, the new day wakes up from a deep sleep, and the sun smiles and rises from the end of the field.The wind stopped, and the snow stopped. The boy walked out of the wooden house, and he saw his snow-white sheep, lining up from the distant horizon, walking towards him. The boy greeted the sheep and played the reed flute.