The Great Enlightenment

...

Squeak.

Nian Sui stretched out his hand to push open the wooden door, and a ray of dazzling sunlight shone down, making him squint his eyes subconsciously.

"Is it better?"

The kindly woman turned her head, but she kept putting a thick piece of dry wood into the stove, and the big iron pot on the stove was steaming white.

"Aunt Mu, after waking up, the wound on my chest is much better, but I slept for a long time."

Nian Sui walked quickly to the side of the woman, squatted down, helped add dry firewood to the stove, and said with a smile, "Aunt Mu, thanks to the pot of wild ginseng porridge you boiled the night before, otherwise I would not have recovered. so quickly."

The girl playing on the side of the stove raised her head and said crisply: "Of course, my mother picked those ginseng plants in the depths of the canyon the day before yesterday, and I have been reluctant to eat them all the time. If I hadn't seen that you were seriously injured ..."

Nian Sui walked up, looked down at the girl, reached out and rubbed her hair carelessly, and said with a smile, "Thank you."

I have lived on this mountain for several days, and I have traveled all over this small village on the mountainside.

There are seven families with more than twenty people.

The unformed dark blue wolf demon put its age under the wide eaves of Aunt Mu's wooden house, and left here quietly. It was the girl who heard the movement and urged Aunt Mu to open the door despite the wind and rain, and worked hard He changed into clean clothes and warmed up by the fire for a day and a night, and only then could he save his dying years.

There were no ghosts in the "ghost rain", and the rain became weaker and weaker, and gradually stopped the night before. This village is located on the mountainside as high as hundreds of feet, and many hunters put away the dry firewood in the yard in advance. Moved into the house, almost never affected by the rainstorm.

Aunt Mu picked up a piece of dry firewood and put it into the stove, and said with a smile, "Fortunately, there was some firewood left a few days ago, otherwise the fire wouldn't even be able to start at this time."

Years old let the girls play around beside him, and when he heard Aunt Mu's words, he responded and occasionally laughed in agreement.

...

It is night, the moon is shining brightly, and the starry sky above is bright.

Sitting alone on a rock by the edge of a cliff, Nian Sui looked at the mountains in the mist under the light of the moon.

"I always dream of a strange sword, which is quietly stuck in the rocks at the ends of the earth, as if waiting for something."

As footsteps approached, a powerful hand patted on Sui Sui's shoulder, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

"The night wind is cold, your body is so weak, why don't you go to bed soon?"

Nian Sui grinned and turned his head, gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle Zhou, you hurt me when you patted me."

The tall Orion came back to his senses, hurriedly withdrew his hand, scratched his head in embarrassment, and said with a smile: "I usually do all the hard work of drawing the bow and drawing the arrow, and I forgot to hold back for a while, but My fault."

"I can't die yet," Nian Sui rubbed his thin shoulders, and jumped off the rock, "I'm a little bored in the room, come out for a walk."

Gao Da Orion nodded, and said: "Mrs. Mu's family lost her head a few years ago, and now she is lonely and widowed. It is really not easy to raise Xiao Xiuxiu alone. Now that you are living here, you have forgotten the past, It's better to take her as the root, recognize her as a godmother, and go down the mountain with us to hunt in the future, which can be regarded as adding a pillar to the Mu family."

Nian Sui was stunned, his eyes hesitated, and he said, "Uncle Zhou, I..."

That Uncle Zhou's expression darkened, obviously a little worried, and said: "Why?"

Nian Sui smiled wryly and said: "Following Uncle Zhou's going down the mountain to hunt, there is nothing I can do here. Aunt Mu saved my life, so I should repay my life, but I still don't know where my biological parents are now. If I recognize my godmother for nothing , I'm afraid it's a bit abrupt."

The cold wind blew past, raising the pitch-black hair on his fair forehead.

Zhou Orion withdrew his eyes from his old face, sighed, and said: "I have known for a long time that with your appearance and temperament, you are by no means the son of Orion who grew up in the mountains. You speak in a reasonable and orderly manner, and you are very gentle. , to recognize the Mu family's wife as a godmother, I really wronged you a bit."

"Uncle Zhou, I don't mean to be wronged at all," Nian Sui turned his head and said seriously, "From now on, I will hunt and chop firewood, and support Aunt Mu's family of orphans and widowed mothers, but now the biological parents are unknown. Forgive me for being too old to agree."

Zhou Orion patted Nian Sui on the shoulder, stopped talking, turned and walked towards the village.

...

Time is scattered between the fingers like quicksand, and the mountains are already unknown years.

Carry water, hunt, chop wood.

Build mountain roads, raise poultry and livestock, and build wooden houses.

As I grew older, I became more and more like a real hunter, and my restless mood gradually calmed down, and I fell into a peaceful silence.

...

"Brother Nian Sui, is the medicine ready?"

Mu Xiuxiu opened the dilapidated door curtain and said crisply towards the outside of the house.

"It has been boiled for a long time, and it was a little hot just now. I put it here to dry for a while, and then I will take it over."

Nian Sui took a rag and put it on his hand, picked up the large porcelain bowl with some residual heat on the side of the stove, and walked slowly towards the wooden house.

On the old wooden couch, lay an old woman. Seeing the age coming in, the woman slowly opened her eyes, sat up with force, stretched out her wrinkled hands to hold the porcelain bowl , said: "Since I was sick, you have been supporting the family affairs, but you are a little tired."

When she finished drinking the medicine, she took the porcelain bowl and handed it to Mu Xiuxiu, pamperingly rubbed the girl's head, turned her head and smiled at the woman: "Aunt Mu, it's just a few things, it's not worth mentioning."

At this time, he didn't notice that as his slender fingers caressed Mu Xiuxiu's forehead, the girl's face was already blushing, and her crystal clear white ears were flushed with embarrassment.

Aunt Mu glanced at her daughter, with a smile in her eyes, and said, "Your age, I still have one thing to worry about."

Seemingly feeling the age, he turned his head to look, only to realize Mu Xiuxiu's abnormal state, and subconsciously withdrew his fingers.

Only then did he realize that after several years, Mu Xiuxiu was no longer the girl who played around him, but a slim girl.

Aunt Mu lay back on the couch, sighed a long time, and said: "Since the head of the family disappeared, I have lived with Xiuxiu as a widow for many years. If it weren't for the help from the neighbors in the village, I'm afraid I would have starved to death. Now I am sick in bed. It is possible to die, and the only one who is worried about it is my daughter."

Mu Xiuxiu seemed to have thought of what Aunt Mu would say, so she couldn't help but feel even more shy, feeling like a deer bumped her heart, peeking at the age, and went out of the room directly with the porcelain bowl.

Aunt Mu gently grabbed Nian Sui's hand, and said in a low voice: "If I go, Xiuxiu will become a helpless child, you..."

Nian Sui looked down at Aunt Mu and said, "Aunt Mu, don't worry."

"I mean," Aunt Mu shook her head, "I want you to marry her."

Nian Sui stared blankly at the woman's kind and kind old face, and suddenly bursts of piercing pain came from between his brows, making the scene in front of him gradually blurred.