A ray of sky light breaks through the clouds, leaving no trace of evil spirits.
On the mountain trail, Zhou Yeqing carried a load of firewood on his back and hurried toward his home. The teenage boy was half a head taller than him because of the firewood, which made him stagger a little. He had to make breakfast before his mother got up.
, otherwise my mother would have to take action again. My mother's health is not good. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but move a little faster. After a while, I could see the outline of the house.
Suddenly a voice came softly.
"Qing'er, is that you?" The figure carrying firewood on his shoulders was startled and looked up. Sure enough, a slender and frail figure was already standing in front of the fence. The morning fog had not yet cleared, and the figure was vaguely visible in the mist.
, like a light swaying in the wind, fragile.
Zhou Yeqing threw away a shoulder of firewood, quickly went up to support the woman and said, "Mom, why are you out? The dew is so heavy and the humidity is so high in the morning, why are you standing outside?" While talking, he helped the woman and walked into the house.
Looking at her son who kept talking and only reached up to her shoulders, the woman reached out and grabbed Zhou Yeqing's ears and said: What? Now you have started to train your mother, your wings are hard, right?
"No! No! How dare you, kid?" Zhou Yeqing responded with a smile.
"Well, mother, you accidentally grabbed Qing'er's ear just now, hehehehe."
The woman pretended to be sullen and patted the boy gently, but a doting smile appeared on her pale and haggard face.
Sure enough, all mothers in the world look the same.
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After breakfast, Zhou Yeqing started practicing kung fu in the yard. This was something he had to do every day. The kung fu was taught to him by his mother earlier, when her body was not what it is today. Her mother once told him
It is beneficial to practice Qigong to have full Qi in the early morning. Zhou Yeqing kept this in mind and never neglected it.
The name of this technique is Jingsongyi. Although this technique has the word "jing", it has nothing to do with its execution. It focuses on opening and closing, and is extremely powerful. Zhou Yeqing has long been familiar with it over the years, and it is also exceptionally powerful when performed.
It's smooth and smooth, but he has never fully understood it, because when his mother taught him, he said that when he can practice his fists like thunder falling from the sky, and his body is like a dragon collapsing, then he has mastered it. With his current momentum, he can still practice it well.
It's very different.
Zhou Yeqing continued to practice until his body was exhausted, and he stopped. Panting heavily, he sat back in the courtyard. Somehow, he remembered his dream last night and stared at the home in front of him, feeling a little lost. In fact, many times he was very distracted.
Confused, because in his memory, everything around him didn't seem to be like this. He didn't know where the inexplicable wrongness in his heart came from. Just like last night's dream, he felt very real, as if he had experienced it himself.
The reality is that there are no children around his house. It seems that everything around him is a little separated, but he can't find the reason. Zhou Yeqing shook his head, wanting to abandon those irrelevant thoughts, then stood up and said to his mother
Walk inside the house.
"Mom, why are you up?" As soon as he entered the door, Zhou Yeqing saw the woman who was supposed to be resting sitting on the bedside, holding needle and thread in her hand.
When she saw the person coming, the woman just smiled softly and did not stop the movements of her hands.
"It's very foggy in the mountains. You went out early. Mom wanted to make you a hat."
He walked to the bedside, sat down next to the woman, and looked carefully at his mother, who was concentrating on sewing a hat for him. Although the woman's face was very haggard and tired, her eyes were filled with joy. Growing up,
Zhou Yeqing has never met his father. He and his mother have always been dependent on each other. Who can say how many difficulties and sufferings orphans and widowers have.
In Zhou Yeqing's memory, his mother's body was delicate and slender, her appearance was light and delicate, just like a glance at the moonlight, but she was a very heroic woman. When she was a child, she would go to the mountains to chop wood, and her mother would always hold him with one hand and hold him with the other.
Holding a hatchet that was half his head high, when he saw the wood he liked, he hung him on a tree next to him, told him not to cry, and then kissed him, before he came back to his senses.
She had already picked up the knife and left, like a female general rushing to the battlefield. Before she was about to cry, she would come back, and then there would be another round of kissing and kissing, and in the middle there would be questions about whether she missed her mother, etc.
Before he could recover from his words, the female general hugged him in one hand and carried the hatchet on her shoulder, ready to go home, and the trophy was hanging on the hatchet.
Later, I don’t know when my mother’s health began to deteriorate. Thinking of this, Zhou Yeqing couldn’t help but feel sad. He suddenly felt a little scared, and gently leaned on his mother’s arm. At this moment, this slender figure seemed to have turned into a
The female general has always been his support, the person he can see when he looks up. Here, he will always be a child.
Sensing Zhou Yeqing's movements, the woman put down the needle and thread in her hand, reached out to hold her child, and said softly: Okay, okay, mother will accompany Qing'er, and she will also watch Qing'er grow up.
The woman comforted her child and cuddled her, just like before.
After coming out of home, Zhou Yeqing walked straight towards the back mountain.
In the time it took him to burn incense, he came to the back of the mountain. He found the somewhat covered cave entrance with familiarity. Zhou Yeqing removed the branches on the surface. At this moment, the cave entrance was completely revealed. It was light blue in color and had pits on the surface.
The cave was uneven, neither gold nor stone, nor wood nor soil. It was discovered by Zhou Yeqing by chance. There was also a cliff above and below the entrance of the cave, which was slightly curved, like an eagle's beak. He looked around and found nothing unusual.
Seeing the color, he leaned into the cave.
There was no dark color in the cave. Zhou Yeqing was surprised when he first came in. Later, he found out that it was because there were some stones on the rock wall in the cave. They emitted a faint light, making the cave seem to be under a moonlit night. This was
At the beginning, the cave was only about half a person high. Zhou Yeqinggou crouched down and walked forward. After a while, it gradually opened up.
Entering the cave, what comes into view is a pool of spring water. The water is milky white and has a strange fragrance. It is rolling in the stalactite pool. There is a stone pillar in the center, about four feet thick, running straight along the top of the cave and on the stone pillar.
There were some lines, but Zhou Yeqing couldn't see why. He just thought it was natural and didn't pay attention to it. Apart from that, there was nothing else in the cave. Zhou Yeqing skillfully untied his clothes and jumped into the spring water.
Thinking about it, it happened more than once or twice. The warm spring water soaked his whole body, soothing him from the fatigue of practicing, and he fell into a deep sleep.
Just after Zhou Yeqing fell asleep, not long after, the surging spring water in the pool seemed to be alive. It actually flowed upstream along the stone pillars, slowly at first, then faster and faster, until it reached a certain critical point.
Click, for a moment! As if being ignited by spring water, the stone pillars trembled slightly, evolving, and finally transformed into a transparent state, and there seemed to be something squirming in it, like a living heart, beating. As time went by,
The squirming in the stone pillars also intensified. The milky spring water also rushed towards the stone pillars crazily.