The god of the mountain, like a mother, cares for the people of the mountain, and even one day it will disappear. She will always love the mountain and her children.

It has been three days since my father and mother arrived in Sanchuan. The difference in taste and language has not stopped them from their relationship. They breathe fresh air every day, eat hot pot and watch the villagers gather around the table and chat and laugh. Even if my father can't understand a word from beginning to end, he will be infected by this atmosphere.

After eating and drinking, the people around the table chatted for a while and went home after a day. It was like this in the whole village. Even villagers who were not related by blood could eat together. Today is your house and tomorrow my house.

After my father finished his meal, because there were two pregnant women in the house, he decided to go outside to smoke a cigarette and just to see how beautiful the mountains in the dark night were.

Then the moonlight slowly walked up the uneven path to the high place. Under the moonlight, the mountains seemed to have a hazy feeling on the ridge. My father found a place to sit down, lit a cigarette, and started smoking.

Just as he was about to lean back and find a comfortable position to smoke the cigarette, he found that something seemed to be chucking his back.

Looking back, I thought it was a stone, but with the faint moonlight, my father seemed to see a reduced-type temple, which was as small as about twenty or thirty centimeters, but my father really couldn't see clearly what was in the temple.

The originally beautiful moonlight became a little weird at this moment, as if everything around was infected by this small temple and became something that could not be described in words.

He reached out and touched the temple. His father closed his eyes and felt the touch of his fingertips carefully. Slowly, a contour appeared in his father's mind.

However, in an instant, my father's brain turned blank.

...

"Dad, mom."

A cute little girl is wearing ancient costumes that can only be seen in a museum. No, it cannot be said to be ancient, it should be said to be primitive.

His face was dirty, his messy hair was scattered on his shoulders, and he seemed to be holding a rabbit in his hand, and he walked excitedly to his parents.

A woman in the same primitive dress walked to the little girl, took the rabbit in her hand, and touched the little girl's head:

"Oh, our Xiadu is so powerful, we can catch rabbits for our family."

The man standing bearded with Laoshan and smiled with a cracked mouth:

"I don't even see whose daughter it is."

A long time ago, the mountains were not as tall as they are now. The primitive residents lived in this place, and they raised generations of people in the mountains through simple labor and breeding.

Xia's father Ashan was the leader of this tribe. He led everyone to hunt and plant in the mountains, allowing the entire tribe to live a life of food and clothing without worries.

Ashan put the rabbit that Xia caught into the circle, took some grass and put it in, and cooked the spring bamboo shoots dug up from the mountain for his wife and daughter to eat. Xia looked at the rabbit and swallowed:

"Dad, why do you still want to eat this for me after I caught the rabbit?"

Ashan touched Xia's head and said to her with a smile:

"Daughter, look at how cute the rabbit is, it's also a life. Since we have other foods to eat now, why do we have to kill it?"

Xia nodded and continued to chew on the spring bamboo shoots his father gave him.

After a long time, Xia grew up, but Ashan was getting older. Xia Yan felt an indescribable feeling as his father got older.

Xia grew up to be a beautiful girl. Many young men in the tribe wanted to marry Xia home as their wife, but every man who came to the door to say he wanted to marry Xia was rejected by Ashan.

Xia looked at her father sitting by the roadside drinking fruit wine:

"Father, why don't you want me to marry those men?"

Ashan looked at the distance of the mountain and narrowed his eyes:

"I don't know my daughter yet. None of those men are your favorite. I want to wait until you really meet a man you really like before you promise you."

Xia smiled and looked into the distance with her father's eyes.

"Not good, no good, patriarch."

A middle-aged woman hurriedly ran to Ashan, and Ashan stood up:

"What's wrong, tell me slowly."

"Class leader, there is a man by the river. He is lying by the river without moving."

Ashan hurriedly grabbed Xia and came to the riverside.

A young man was lying quietly by the river, with long white hair scattered on the ground, and his naked upper body had a dragon-shaped tattoo wrapped around the entire half of his upper body. His handsome face quietly closed his eyes, as if he was asleep by the river.

Xia squatted beside the man and tested the man's breath:

"Dad, he's still alive!"

Ashan quickly asked someone to take him to his house.

The man was unconscious for three days and three nights. Xia waited for him by his bed for three days and three nights, and all this was seen by Ashan.

Xia fell asleep beside the bed leaning against his arm. The white-haired man opened his eyes and looked at Xia with blood-red eyes:

"Where am I?"

Xia, who was awakened by the white-haired man, was fascinated by the man in front of him: his delicate facial features, white hair hanging down to his waist, his naked upper body and stylish tattoos instantly brought Xia's thoughts out of the sky, and the whole tribe's young men were not as good as this man.

The white-haired man waved his hand at Xia and pulled her back from his daze.

"Oh, this is my family, don't worry, it's okay."

The white-haired man walked down from the bed and revealed his perfect figure under the sunlight.

"Do you know, who am I?"

Xia smiled:

"I don't know who you are. When I saw you, you were lying by the river. What's your name?"

The white-haired man looked into the distance:

"I...I forgot."

Maybe something happened to this man caused him to forget who he is. His father taught himself to be willing to help others since he was a child. So why not leave this man, give him a name, and let him do something at home. I believe his father will agree to it, and maybe he can still...

"Then like this, you can call God from now on."

The white-haired man blinked:

"God, okay, then call it God."

Ashan agreed to Xia's request and let Tian stay in the tribe. Although Tianren was not familiar with the land, he was not vague at all when he worked. Some things that required seven or eight men to do could be solved by himself. Xia also fell in love with Tian day by day, and these were also seen by Ashan.

"God, you know, I seem to fall in love with you."

Xia leaned on the shoulders of the sky and sat on the top of the mountain watching the sunset.

The sky was silent for a while:

"Xia, actually, I like you too."

Life passed quickly, and Tian had been in the tribe for three years in a blink of an eye, but his relationship with Xia had always been hiding from each other and not telling the people in the tribe, but those with a clear eye could see the subtlety between the two.

It was spring, and Tian took Xia to the mountain to find some spring bamboo shoots to prepare lunch. Ashan found a piece of sheepskin left to him by his father.

There is no text yet, many things are drawn, but this cloth records a story told by Ashan’s father when he was a child:

Legend has it that a long time ago, there were only two things in the whole world, light and darkness. Light represents the god who created this world, and darkness represents the god who destroyed this world.

Light and Dark coexist peacefully for a period of time, but Dark wanted to rule the world, so he fought with Light. The Creator God fought with the Destruction God for many years. Finally, the Black Dragon of Destroyed World defeated the Creator God, and the whole land fell into darkness and entered the prehistoric era. The God of Creator contributed his body to the earth and produced more gods full of wisdom. After thousands of years of struggle, he finally defeated the Black Dragon of Destroyed World, sealed him, and ushered in the world with light again.

At the end of the story, Ashan's father painted it on the cloth according to the painting he saw in the gods. Although the painting was very blurry, it looked very much like the tattoo on the body of the sky.

On that day, with Xia and the spring bamboo shoots dug back, Ashan looked at Tian and then at Bu. He didn't know if it was an illusion in his heart. Looking at Tian's strange appearance, he suddenly felt that Tian seemed to be the god of destruction.

But for such a long time, Tian has been in the tribe and has a good relationship with everyone. Why don’t he look like a great evil person who will destroy this world?

Tian smiled at Ashan, and Ashan patted his head. What if he was the god of destruction, he would not remember anything now. Moreover, his daughter has fallen in love with this man hopelessly. Even if it is true, then accept it. As long as he does not hurt his daughter.

The sky put the spring bamboo shoots in the basket and walked out alone.

I walked to the river alone and remembered my story from a long time ago.

Why do everyone refuse darkness? He doesn't want to hurt anyone, he just wants the world to survive in his deep love. Why does the heaven and earth give birth to darkness and light? The light is so dazzling that he dedicated all the best things to the world, but he ends up in a bad reputation.

So what if you have extremely powerful power? If you can, stay in this small tribe. It is good to marry and have children with Xia. Since people don’t need themselves, then leave the love of the world to the light.

Tian stood up and patted his butt, remembered the delicious spring bamboo shoots made by Xia, and ran back quickly.
Chapter completed!