Chapter 371 I dont know how old I am in the mountains
Chapter 371 I don’t know the year in the mountains
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Squeak.
Nian Nian reached out to push open the wooden door, and a dazzling ray of sunlight shone down, causing him to subconsciously squint his eyes.
"Are you feeling better?"
The woman with a kind expression turned her head, but kept putting a thick piece of dry firewood into the stove. White steam was rising from the large iron pot on the stove.
"Aunt Mu, when I woke up, the injury on my chest was much better. I just slept a little longer."
Nian Sui walked quickly to the woman's side, 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 cooked the night before, otherwise I wouldn't have recovered."
So quickly."
The girl who was playing on the side of the stove raised her head and said crisply: "Of course, my mother picked those wild ginseng plants from the depths of the canyon the day before. She has been reluctant to eat them. If she hadn't seen that your injury was too serious,
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Nian Sui walked forward, looked down at the girl, reached out and ruffled her hair, and said with a smile, "Thank you."
I have lived on this mountain for several days and have visited this small village on the mountainside.
There are seven households with more than 20 people.
The untransformed dark green wolf demon placed its years under the wide eaves of Aunt Mu's wooden house and left quietly. It was the girl who heard the noise and urged Aunt Mu to open the door despite the wind and rain, and worked hard to open the door.
He changed into clean clothes and warmed himself by the fire for a day and a night, and then he was able to revive his dying age.
There were no ghosts in the "ghost rain", and the rain became smaller and smaller, and gradually stopped the night before. This village is located on a mountainside with a height of 100 feet, and many hunters have prepared dry firewood in the yard in advance.
After moving into the house, we were hardly affected by the heavy rain.
Aunt Mu picked up a piece of dry firewood and put it on the stove, and said with a smile: "Fortunately, there was some firewood left over from the past few days, otherwise we wouldn't even be able to light the fire at this time."
When he was young, he allowed the girl to play around him. When he heard Aunt Mu's words, he responded and occasionally laughed in agreement.
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It's night, the moon is shining brightly, and the starry sky is shining brightly in the sky.
Nian Sui sat alone on a rock on the edge of the cliff, looking at the mountains in the mist through the clear moonlight.
"I always dream of a strange sword, which is quietly inserted into the rocks at the ends of the earth, as if waiting for something."
As footsteps approached, a strong hand patted Nian Sui's shoulder, causing him to grimace in pain.
"The night breeze is cold and your body is so weak. Why don't you go to bed quickly?"
Nian Sui turned his head with a grin on his face, gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle Zhou, you hurt me by slapping me."
Only then did the tall hunter come to his senses, hurriedly took back his hand, scratched his head in embarrassment, and said with a smile: "I usually do all the hard work of opening a bow and drawing arrows. I forgot to stop my strength for a moment, but...
My fault."
"I'm not dead yet," Nian Sui stretched out his hand to rub his thin shoulders and jumped off the rock. "I'm a little bored in the house. Come out for a walk."
The tall Orion nodded and said: "The wife of the Mu family has lost her head a few years ago. Now she is alone and widowed. It is not easy to raise little Xiuxiu alone. Now that you are living here, you have forgotten what happened before.
Why don't you take her as your root, accept her as your godmother, and go hunting with us in the mountains from now on, it will also be considered as a pillar of support for the Mu family."
Nian Nian was startled, his eyes hesitated, and he said: "Uncle Zhou, I..."
Uncle Zhou's expression darkened, and he was obviously a little worried, and said: "What's going on?"
Nian Sui smiled bitterly and said: "With Uncle Zhou going down the mountain to hunt, I have nothing to do here. Aunt Mu saved my life, so I should repay you. But I still don't know where my biological parents are. If I recognized my godmother for nothing,
, I’m afraid it’s a little abrupt.”
The cold wind blew by, raising the dark hair on the fair forehead.
Zhou Orion looked away from his old face, sighed, and said: "I have known for a long time that with your appearance and temperament, you are definitely not the son of an Orion who grew up in the mountains. Seeing that you speak in a logical and orderly manner, you are very polite.
, It is indeed a bit unfair for you to accept the wife of the Mu family as your godmother."
"Uncle Zhou, I have absolutely no intention of being aggrieved," Nian Sui turned his head and said sternly, "From now on, I will hunt and chop wood to support Aunt Mu's family of orphans and widowers. But now that my biological parents are unknown, this godmother is
I'm sorry that I can't agree because of my age."
Zhou Orion patted Nian Sui's shoulder, said nothing, turned and walked towards the village.
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Time is scattered between fingers like quicksand, and there is no age in the mountains.
Carrying water, hunting, chopping wood.
Build mountain roads, raise livestock, and build wooden houses.
As I age, I become more and more like a real hunter, and my restless mind gradually calms down, falling into peace and silence.
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"Brother Nian Sui, is the medicine ready?"
Mu Xiuxiu opened the shabby door curtain and said crisply toward the outside.
"It was cooked a long time ago, and it was a little hot just now. I left it here to dry for a while, and then I brought it over."
Nian Sui took a rag and put it on his hand, picked up the large porcelain bowl that still had some residual heat on the side of the stove, and walked slowly towards the wooden house.
On the old wooden couch, there was an old woman lying. At this time, seeing the age coming in, the woman slowly opened her eyes, forced herself to sit up, and stretched out her wrinkled hands to hold the porcelain bowl.
, said: "Since I became ill, you have been taking care of everything at home, which makes you a little tired."
After she drank the medicine, she took the porcelain bowl and handed it to Mu Xiuxiu. She rubbed the girl's head lovingly, smiled sideways at the woman and said, "Aunt Mu, it's just a few things, not insignificant."
At this time, he did not notice that as his slender fingers touched Mu Xiuxiu's forehead, the girl had already blushed with embarrassment, and her crystal-clear white ears turned red with embarrassment.
Aunt Mu glanced at her daughter, with a smile in her eyes, and said, "I'm still worried about one thing."
The age seemed to have something, and he turned around to look, and then he noticed Mu Xiuxiu's strange behavior, and subconsciously retracted his finger.
Only then did he realize that after a few years, Mu Xiuxiu was no longer the girl playing around him, but had grown into a graceful little girl.
Aunt Mu lay back on the couch, let out a long sigh, and said: "Since the head of the family disappeared, I have been living as a widow with Xiuxiu for many years. If it weren't for the help of the neighbors in the village, I would have died of hunger long ago. Now I am bedridden, and I will die of hunger at any time.
They may all die, and the only one I can't worry about is my daughter."
Mu Xiuxiu seemed to have thought about what Aunt Mu would say, and couldn't help but become more shy. She felt like a deer was pounding in her heart. She glanced at the age secretly, and then walked out of the house directly carrying the porcelain bowl.
Aunt Mu gently grabbed Nian Sui's hand and whispered: "If I go, Xiu Xiu will become a helpless child. You..."
Nian Sui looked down at Aunt Mu and said, "Aunt Mu, don't worry."
"What I mean is," Aunt Mu shook her head, "I want you to marry her."
Nian Sui stared blankly at the kind and kind old face of the woman. Suddenly, there was a sharp and bone-piercing pain between his eyebrows, making the scene in front of him gradually become blurry.