Chapter 6 Chapter 4 Had to leave home

In the night, the little boy looked at the bright moon in the sky, and listened to the whispered conversation between his father and the grandpa who told the story amidst the chirping insects. It sounds good, but the child's eyelids are getting heavier... In the end, I only vaguely heard my father talking about what happened to his ancestors, and it seemed that he heard words such as "tragic death" and "lynching" that children didn't understand.But, it's too sleepy... So, in this peaceful night, he leaned on his father's leg and fell into a dark and sweet sleep without a sound.

In the dream, I also dreamed of several green transparent giants dancing and singing with the plants all over the mountain. Little boy Yang Tongye's life is nothing more than this, plain and peaceful.Although there is no mother, although the food is not delicacies from mountains and seas, there is always indifferent satisfaction and happiness. In the next few months, he still often went to hear the stories told by the story-telling grandpa with great interest, and the story-telling grandpa and his father became good friends, often going to his father's field to chat and drink with him.

However, the harvest in the village was not good that year, and there was not much rain. I heard that the nearby Sanchuan and Qishan Mountains also experienced catastrophes. The river dried up and Qishan Mountain collapsed for no reason. Gradually, the friendly faces of the people in the village disappeared, and everyone's faces were full of sorrowful expressions. Some adults often lost their tempers, and sometimes they saw people quarreling more often in the village. Only my father's field still had a good harvest, and the lush green crops were in stark contrast to the dry fields of other villagers.

Even so, Xiaotong's life is still carefree.But he didn't know that soon, his life would undergo great changes, and the peaceful and peaceful days before would come to an earth-shattering end. And that day came so fast that it was too late for people to react. That night, the wind blew very fast, and sometimes a gust of sand would blow, making people unable to open their eyes for a while. Little boy Yang Tongye had eaten early at home, and because of the strong wind, he also closed the door early. For some reason, he also went to bed early that night, and went to bed not long after eating.

But, for some reason, I couldn't sleep well that night.It was as if I heard noisy human voices in a dream, and vaguely saw a long string of torches lit up in the dark night.In the dream, there seemed to be some terrible monster hiding in an unknown dark corner, which scared the sleeping Yang Tongye into a cold sweat. In the middle of the night, the little boy Yang Tongye was awakened by a panic knocking on the door. With sleepy eyes open, he was about to open the door, but the window next to the door was broken with a "bang", followed by a thin figure crawling in. The little boy was startled, and was about to yell loudly, when he looked into the night, only to find that the person crawling in was actually a storyteller grandfather with white hair!

Telling the story, Grandpa’s feet are a bit inconvenient, and even walking is a bit difficult. At this moment, he suddenly rolled into the house and propped himself on the ground. It took a lot of effort to get up. The little boy called him and was about to pull him up when he heard the storyteller's grandpa change his usual kind and gentle expression, with blood and sweat on his face, and hissed at the little boy, "Stop talking, run away! Escape! Or it will be too late!" At this moment, there were indeed noisy human voices coming from outside the door, and through the crack of the door, flickering flames could still be seen faintly.

The little boy Yang Tongye was young after all, seeing such a sudden situation, he froze for a moment, opened his eyes wide, but didn't know what to do. Telling the story, the grandpa didn't say much, he pulled the boy and ran to the back door.As soon as the footsteps left the back door, there was a loud knocking sound from the front door. Accompanied by the "bang bang bang" knock on the door, there were people shouting loudly. "Open the door! Open the door!" "Little monster! Open the door quickly!" After a few calls like this, there was another loud bang. Obviously, someone lost patience and kicked the door open all at once.

Telling the story, the grandpa took the little boy and ran panting towards the trails in the village. In the little boy's frightened eyes, he saw that the originally quiet and peaceful village had now been lit with torches like raindrops. The two of them, the old and the young, walked It was not smooth at all, and the main roads in the village were guarded by torches at this time. After going around a few times, they just circled in place and could not get out of the village. "What happened, grandpa?" the little boy asked anxiously. The old storyteller didn't say a word, he just opened his eyes and held Yang Tongye's little hand, desperately trying to find a way out.

However, the noisy voices of people around seemed to gradually gather, and loud shouts rose and fell one after another. "He can't escape!" "We must find this little bastard!" On the trail in the distance, the light of the torch has already faintly appeared at this time, and the voices of the people behind are getting closer and closer. The siege is complete. It seems that the entire village has been mobilized. If the boy is not arrested tonight, it is impossible for the villagers to stop. But, what did Xiao Tong do that will make the whole village get it quickly?

"They..." Unexpectedly, the little boy's anxiety had faded away, but a steady determination appeared on his face, "They want to catch me, aren't they?" The old man sat slumped on the ground panting for breath, his eyes apologetic. The little boy smiled sadly and sat beside him. At both ends of the path, the voices of the people and the light of the torches are closer together. At this moment, for no reason, the old man thought of the scene of being buried alive by rocks on the rocky mountain long ago. The stars in the sky are as bright as diamonds, and the night sky is a deep blue.

Then, the old man's field of vision was filled with a big green transparent face. It is the "ancestral god" of Xiaotong Yangtongye! That transparent humanoid ancestor god called "Hou Ji"! At this time, "Hou Ji"'s eyes flashed a dark red light, and he stretched out his long and slender hands to touch countless parts of the old man's and the child's body.After such an action, he opened his arms and hugged the old and the young in his arms.Then, lush green leaves and branches grew out of their bodies like magic. By the time the villagers who hunted Yangtongye arrived, the hiding places of the old and the young had already turned into a cluster of small bushes.The search crowd converged in front of the duo's hideout, unaware that their target was just a few steps away. Looking out through the gaps between the branches and leaves, the little boy saw those villagers who were usually kind and friendly, but now their faces were extremely hideous under the reflection of the torches. Although they were the same faces, they felt like evil spirits in the mountains and forests. "That kid can't escape, we have to search hard!" "Fortunately, the big one was caught, and it can be regarded as a disaster!" While everyone was discussing, another burst of noisy voices approached. The little boy took a closer look and was about to cry out, but a warm and thin hand stretched out silently to cover his mouth, only then did the little boy stop Yang Tongye from screaming. It was Xiaotong's father who followed the crowd.At this moment, his head was lowered, his body was covered with blood and scars, obviously he had been severely tortured.As he passed by, several women stepped forward and spat at him continuously. "Monster! Monster!" "My family has no harvest this year! You bloody monster!" Several youths in the village were even more passionate, shouting loudly: "Catch the little one back too, and burn the two monsters to death together!" The father of the little boy Yang Tongye didn't know where the power came from at this time, he raised his head and shouted loudly: "Don't embarrass my child! If you hurt a hair on him, I will come back to find you as a ghost!" His voice was hoarse, and although his throat had been hit hard, the voice he shouted resounded through the sky, and the heavy resentment and ghostly aura made people shudder. All the villagers were just relying on the number of people, but no one was truly brave. Hearing his mournful cry, everyone instinctively took a step back, and flinched from the passionate cry. Only Xiaotong's father continued to yell sadly: "I am a human, not a monster! Why are you doing this to me?" In the grass, Grandpa still covered Yang Tongye's mouth, fearing that if he yelled out, the two of them would die.All of a sudden, I felt a pain in the palm of my hand. It turned out that the boy was trembling all over at this moment, clenching his teeth, and his eyes were already filled with tears of grief and indignation. The old storyteller endured the pain and was about to comfort him in a low voice, but he heard the boy's father let out another miserable howl, which then became shrill and indistinct. It turned out that the villagers were intimidated by his words, and some of them showed shame, and some of them covered his mouth with cloth towels. After covering his mouth, a white-haired old man plucked up the courage to come out, and said loudly: "If you are not a monster, how can you cast such a demonic method on your field and give all the aura of my village to you?" Suck it away and let the whole village's crops fail?" While speaking, the crowd with torches continued to move forward and reached the square in the center of the village. After the crowd dispersed, another group of young people chased after them, shouting loudly. "Go, go!" one of them yelled, "They said they don't care about the small ones, they decided to burn the big ones first!" Xiao Tong Yang Tongye was just a child after all, at this moment, he couldn't hold on any longer, his eyes turned white, his jaw loosened, and he passed out. After a while, the crowd had all gathered on the square. The old man who told the story took a look and made sure that there was no one around, so he pushed aside the branches and leaves on his body, and picked up the boy. I saw the boy's face was pale, and his lips were covered with blood, and he didn't know if it was the old man's blood or his own. The old man let out a long sigh, and couldn't help but glanced in the direction of the square, only to see that the flames were soaring into the sky, obviously a raging fire had already risen. He shook his head, limped, hugged the little boy and walked out of the village without looking back. When we got to the village entrance, we could vaguely hear the mournful roar of Xiaotong's father before he died. So, on such a night of bleak wind, the slender figure of the old man carried the unconscious child on his back, dragging his long reflection in the night, and left the small village that made the child heartbroken. It was already two days later that the little boy Yang Tongye woke up in a faint of despair. The old man staggered on his feet for fear of being chased by the villagers. After driving for two days and one night, he stopped on a nearby hill. On the hill, the old man found a clean stone cave and put the boy in it. He went outside to find some wild fruits, bird eggs, and wild vegetables, and cooked a pot of hot soup in the cave. In the past few decades, he has long been used to eating and sleeping in the open, and he is certainly familiar with wild life. Smelling the delicious smell of hot soup, the little boy finally woke up. Looking at the little boy, the old man couldn't help but feel a little bit sad when he thought of what happened to him. Yang Tongye held the hot soup filled with leaves in his small hand, took a few sips, but tears fell down. "My daddy..." he sobbed and cried, "What happened to my daddy?" The old storyteller pondered for a long time before he said slowly: "You...you can be considered a big boy, I can tell you the truth, but you must be strong, you know?" Goat tongue is bitter. "Your father, and you, are all aliens with strange abilities. Although you don't know it very well, your family does have such a strange instinct." The old man said quietly: "Your father told me that after you Among the ancestors, someone was persecuted because of this ability." After a pause, he sighed and said, "It's a pity...he also suffered such a fate." He looked around the cave, and found that "Houji" was following, and it was sitting quietly in the deepest part of the cave. "Our villagers, because everyone's crops are failing, and only the things your father planted are still growing well, some people become suspicious, and some people secretly went to see your father's farming situation, alas! It is also your father's prudence. For him, in normal good years, as long as you tell the villagers about this matter well, maybe they will think it is a gift from heaven. However, now that we have encountered a bad year, everyone’s hearts have changed, and they have become cruel and selfish. He is a villager with a very good relationship. Now that he has not eaten, he will accuse your father of a "monster", thinking that if the "monster" is burned, God will bless the village again... Your father, that is Such a murdered one." Yang Tongye opened his big round eyes, half understanding the old man's explanation. "However, they are really the murderers who killed my father," Xiao Tong said through gritted teeth, "One day, when I have the skills, I must go back and kill them all!" The old man shook his head. "It's very wrong for them to do this, but you shouldn't live your life with such hatred," he wisely stroked the little boy's hair, "There are many more meaningful things to do in life. Hate It’s not impossible, but you have to remember that a person’s life can’t be full of hatred. If you still want revenge after a long, long time, go for it! But if you live only for this kind of hatred for such a long time, It's meaningless." Similarly, Xiaotong still didn't understand the old man's words, but he had a good memory, so he wrote them down. Therefore, his future life took a completely different direction. The old and the young are like this, living in this cave temporarily, avoiding the roundup of the villagers on the one hand, and having nowhere to go on the other. Anyway, the old man had nothing to do during the years in the cave, so he told the little boy about many anecdotes and strange things he had experienced in his life. thought differently.He lost his mother in his early years, and was originally a very independent child. The pain of losing his father did not appear on his face for a long time, but he could occasionally hear his crying late at night. The old man carefully observed the green transparent humanoid "Houji" beside Xiaotong, and told Xiaotong about the origin of "it" and some anecdotes he heard from Xiaotong's father. In order to master this ability, the old man even brought the little boy to touch the body of "Houji" with his own hands, and lush twigs and grasses grew on the hands of the two of them. But other than that, it is not known what ability this "Houji" guarding Yangtongye has. The old man only remembered hearing from Xiaotong's father that in the ancient times, this kind of ancestor god called "Houji" had obtained huge magical powers from this ability, but the real details are unknown because Dai Yuannian , but have no way of knowing. Therefore, the generation of Xiao Tong Yang Tong Ye can only use it to plow the fields, or play seed games like children, and at most use it to pretend to escape. In the end, Xiaotong's father lost his life because of this special ability. For Yang Tongye, this kind of life is also interesting.Although he lost his father, he now has a big playmate like the story-telling grandpa. It's a pity that such happy years don't last long. The story-telling grandpa accidentally caught wind and cold in the third month of living in the cave, because Because of his age, his condition is getting worse and there is no sign of improvement. One quiet afternoon, the old man who told the story looked up at the top of the cave, took another look at the verdant forest at the entrance of the cave, and the small blue sky, and sighed softly, knowing that his time in this beautiful world was over. Not much to download. His life is not unsatisfactory. He traveled to many lands in the world when he was young and in his prime, and he has seen many customs and wonders, but he also knows that compared with the boy in front of him, maybe his life is still nothing. Live so wonderfully. This young man has a delicate physique and is not an ordinary mortal. Although I don't know why this strange family fell into the mortal world and became the most ordinary poor peasants, but at this moment, the boy's fate has broken away from the original. direction, turning to a colorful and unknown world. Thinking about it, the old man felt that life seemed to be far away from him again. However, with his last breath, he still wanted to say the last few words to the little boy. "Little sheep..." the old man said with difficulty. The little boy Yang Tongye, with tears in his eyes, came over, tightly holding the cold hand of the grandpa who told the story. "You are a smart boy. After grandpa is gone, take good care of yourself." Yang Tongye nodded, but tears fell on the old man's hands. "I will," he said quietly. "You! You are a person with a different personality from your father. He was unfortunately at the mercy of fate, but you don't have to be like him. Your family's ability should be very extraordinary. As long as you have the heart in the future, you will definitely be able to find out its tricks , I only hope that you can make good use of it and make a big career out of it..." Speaking of this, the old man's eyes gradually dimmed, and he lost his breath with a "chi". Suddenly, Yang Tongye knew that he had lost his last relative in this world, and from then on, he was alone. So he couldn't hold back any longer and burst into tears. The real cry came faintly from the entrance of the cave, rippling among the mountains and forests, and also rippling into the blue and flawless clear sky.