The biting cold wind, mixed with the fine snow, howled in the night, making the already dilapidated mountain temple even more dilapidated. Even only half of the roof was crumbling, and it seemed that it would collapse at any time in the wind and snow.
Then, then
"Uncle Liu, this wind and snow are getting bigger and bigger, I have been frozen and can't move!"
Xiaozhu was trembling all over, and his somewhat white hands were holding tightly a rag package. Inside were the only two pieces of dry food he had left after returning from hunting with Liu Daniu.
Not far away, a strong man with a stubborn man poured him up and stepped into the mountain Temple in the cold wind.
"Then let's rest here until dawn. When the sun comes out and the wind and snow subside, we can go back to the village." Liu Daniu kicked two rotten wooden boards with his feet and built a building on half of the wall of the mountain temple.
A simple shack, "This time I took you out to learn to hunt. I really didn't expect to encounter such a heavy snowstorm. Not only did I get nothing, I even almost finished the dry food I brought. If this continues, we may really
I will freeze to death at the foot of Zhaoyang Mountain."
Xiaozhu curled up and got into the innermost part of the wooden shack, put down the package, covered his red nose with both hands, and muttered: "Uncle Liu, I'm warmer now."
Liu Daniu leaned on the cold and damp wall of the mountain temple, took down the bow and arrow from his back, a trace of worry appeared on his resolute face, sighed, and said: "If the wind and snow don't stop tomorrow, we will
It's about to break the food. "
A gust of bone-chilling wind blew through the mountain temple, and Xiaozhu couldn't help but shudder violently. He leaned in subconsciously, looked at the shriveled package under his feet, and remained silent.
He grew up in Liujia Village on Zhaoyang Mountain. His parents were killed by wild beasts that gave birth to intelligence when they went hunting. It was Liu Daniu in the village who raised him single-handedly. It can be said that he is different from his parents but better than his parents.
This was the first time that Liu Daniu took him out to learn hunting. He did not expect to encounter such a terrible wind and snow. Even though the mountain temple was only a short dozen miles away from Liujia Village on Zhaoyang Mountain, in this bone-chilling cold weather
Below, the distance from half -day on weekdays has become out of reach.
"Uncle Liu, what is that!?"
Xiaozhu tightly tightly tightly cotton padded jackets, the light of the corner of the eyes suddenly glanced at a touch of gold, and couldn't help looking at it under the statue of the mountain.
"Don't make a fuss!"
Liu Daniu turned his head and looked at the corner below the stone platform.
It was a ball of golden brocade.
Liu Daniu stood up, his expression became more solemn, he stepped forward and touched the texture of the brocade silk, and couldn't help but said: "Even in Zhaoyang Mountain City, I have never seen such smooth and fine silk.
What’s wrapped here is…”
Reaching out and pulling away the soft golden silk, Liu Da Niu actually stepped back halfway, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Who is this child!"
The Jinye was brushed by his palm, and he scattered around, revealing a white baby -crafted white baby.
The baby was about several months old. He looked at Liu Daniu and Xiaozhu with his eyes open. He didn't cry or fuss, and he seemed not to feel the coldness around him at all.
Xiaozhu didn't care about his cold hands and feet, and quickly climbed out of the wooden shack, stepped forward and hugged the golden brocade silk, with a faint cry in his voice: "Whose parents are so cruel that they leave their children in the wind and snow?"
Don’t care about anything!”
However, he never realized that the golden brocade wrapped around the baby exuded an indescribable warmth, even making this open-air ruined temple much warmer.
Liu Daniu looked around, but there was no one in sight. His eyes fell on the baby's pink face, and he looked a little unbearable and said: "The person who can afford such fine silk must be from Zhaoyang Mountain City.
We are a wealthy family, but now..."
Xiaozhu held the ball of brocade silk tightly and gritted his teeth and said: "I think it was the illegitimate child of a member of the family and my concubine. I was afraid that the main wife would find any clues, so I cruelly left him here. Uncle Liu, let's leave him here."
Just take it back to Liujiacun."
Liu Daniu saw Xiao Zhuzhu standing in the cold wind without realizing it, and said in surprise: "Aren't you cold?!"
Xiaozhu suddenly woke up, and quickly held the baby in front of Liu Daniu, saying: "Uncle Liu, touch it and see, this swaddling bag is really warm and tight!"
Liu Daniu stretched out his hand to explore and found that the golden brocade wrapped around the baby was indeed very warm. He couldn't help but look up at the broken mountain god statue and said, "It must be that the mountain god couldn't bear us freezing to death, so he sent this baby away."
Come over here and get some dry food!"
"I know, Uncle Liu!" Xiao Zhuzhu handed the baby to Liu Daniu, squatted down, took out the two hard steamed buns from the package, and brought them up.
Liu Daniu took the dry food in one hand and wanted to chew it in his mouth before spitting it out. But when his eyes fell on the baby's face, he hesitated and finally broke the dry food into pieces with his rough palms.
The snow water on the ground was crushed into powder and carefully put into the baby's mouth.
"Uncle Liu, what are you..."
Xiaozhu was a little puzzled.
While feeding the baby, Liu Daniu said with a smile: "These children from wealthy families in Zhaoyang Mountain City are different from us. They don't want to eat what I have chewed. The snow on the ground is clear and clean, and it turns into snow water. On the contrary,
I can give you a gift."
Little Zhuzhu suddenly realized something. He looked at the layer of snow on the ground that had not been moved for a long time, and suddenly seemed to realize something. He turned his head and looked outside the mountain temple, and said in surprise: "The snow has stopped!"
Liu Daniu raised his head and looked, and sure enough, the wind at the foot of Zhaoyang Mountain gradually subsided, and even the snowflakes that were flying just now disappeared.
"Let's take advantage of the wind and snow to stop and head up the mountain as soon as possible!"
Liu Daniu's determined face showed joy, and he stood up immediately.
"okay!"
Xiaozhu grinned happily, his somewhat red face full of smiles.
Bang!
A sound of falling to the ground reached his ears. Little Zhuzhu's sharp eyes saw what had fallen from the baby's swaddle, and he shouted loudly: "Uncle Liu, something has fallen!"
Liu Daniu looked down, and sure enough he saw a palm-sized white jade sculpture falling in a corner of the temple wall that had not been soaked by the wind and snow.
"This should be a token left by his parents. Let's keep it for now. But I have never seen the words on it."
Liu Daniu stepped forward and picked up the small and exquisite jade tablet. In an instant, a cold and clear breath spread throughout his body.
Xiaozhu looked up and saw a small character engraved on the back of the jade plaque, but the seal character seemed to be an ancient seal character that had been lost long ago, and was different from the characters used in Zhaoyang Mountain today.
Suddenly, a cold breath swept out from the jade plaque, which made Xiaozhu feel so blessed that he subconsciously said: "This is the 'sleeve'!"
Liu Daniu asked puzzledly: "How did you know it?"
Xiaozhu was stunned for a moment and hesitated: "I don't know either."
Liu Daniu reached out and flicked his head, and said with a smile: "If you say 'Sleeve', then it is 'Sleeve'. This is a token left by the child's parents, so his name should be the same."
Xiaozhu said nonchalantly: "Uncle Liu, let's go back quickly!"
Liu Daniu nodded, stretched out his hand to tighten the baby's swaddling clothes, held the small pillar with his other hand, and strode out of the dilapidated mountain temple.
