Elven History Song

There will always be one or two things that have been buried in the deepest part of my heart and I don't want to think about it, but it always hurts in my heart, no matter who it is.

Children in third grade should be carefree. They are all angels, landing on earth with holy wings.

"Hurry up, Aoyan!"

Ling Aoyan, who has just entered the third grade of elementary school, looks childish. He is wearing clothes with cartoon characters on them and carrying a schoolbag that only children can carry. Although Ling Aohan, who is the same age as him, also looks childish, his face has a look of solemnity that is not appropriate for his age. He urged Ling Aoyan to cross the road quickly, but the latter stopped at the zebra crossing.

Facing the countdown traffic light, Ling Aoyan looked confidently at the traffic on the other side of the road, as if they were nothing more than tiny ants and had nothing to fear. Just as the traffic light counted down to the last three seconds, Ling Aohan took his hand and dragged him back to the sidewalk.

"Don't always do these dangerous things, okay? I'm tired of you always being like this."

"No! I am Hercules, I am Hercules!"

Ling Aoyan broke away from Ling Aohan's hand with an unconvinced look on his face.

"Hmph! My brother is followed by angels, and I want to be as strong as my brother! I want to be Hercules!"

"Okay, okay, go home quickly and don't linger on the road."

"Will you ask the angels to help me find Hercules when I go home?"

"Okay, okay, come home soon, okay?"

"Let's go home!"

"Slow down! Wait for me!"

Ling Aoyan ran towards home, and Ling Aohan chased him behind him. After a while, Ling Aoyan ran out of energy and stopped. Ling Aohan easily caught up with him and slowly walked home with him.

"Mom, open the door!"

The door was opened from the inside, and the mother of the Ling brothers stood at the door with a smile and looked at the two brothers.

"Come in quickly, the meal will be ready soon."

Ling Aoyan kicked off his shoes and wanted to run into the living room barefoot, but Ling Aohan stopped him with a shout.

"Aoyan! Come back, straighten your shoes and put on slippers!"

Hearing Ling Aohan's voice, Ling Aoyan walked back dejectedly, straightened his shoes and put on slippers. Ling Aohan then let him go to the living room. Not long after, my mother brought lunch to the table. My father, who was reading the newspaper, put down the newspaper in his hand and sat down in his seat. Looking at the aggrieved look on Ao Yan's face, he knew that Ao Han had just lectured him.

"Aohan, don't always be so strict with your brother. The same goes for you. You should enjoy yourself when you should enjoy it."

"Just because Dad you always let him enjoy it, so he enjoys it no matter what he does, no matter what he does."

When Ling Aohan said this, his father's face showed an embarrassed look. He didn't know whether to be happy or sad to have such a prematurely mature child at home.

"Ho! Ha! Hey! Ha!"

Ling Aoyan held the chopsticks in his hands and imagined that he was fighting a bloody fight with a fierce enemy with a sword. Their parents didn't take it seriously, and Ling Aohan sighed helplessly. Although the lunch is not sumptuous, it is quite good for an ordinary working-class family. The size of the home is not big, with three bedrooms and one living room. It took a long time for both parents to buy it.

After eating, the two brothers ran back to their rooms. Ling Aoyan hugged Ling Aohan and kept using force to prevent Ling Aohan from breaking away.

"Out."

Ling Aohan grabbed Ling Aoyan's hands and opened them easily, pushing him staggering with a little force. Ling Aoyan got up from the ground with a dissatisfied look on his face and prepared to launch the next attack on Ling Aohan. After several rounds, Ling Aoyan was pushed to the ground several times by Ling Aohan, and many parts of his body were bruised, but Ling Aoyan had no intention of admitting defeat at all.

"Let's be here today."

Ling Aohan's tone allowed no refutation, and Ling Aoyan stopped insisting. He turned over and lay down on the cot.

"When will I be able to be so strong with you, brother?"

"Train hard and you'll be fine in a few years."

"You will become stronger in a few years, and then I will never be able to catch up with you. I also want to be a successor like you. I want to inherit my idol Hercules!"

"Why do you have to succeed him? There are many people better than him."

"Because he can overcome twelve impossible trials with his own efforts, I also want to overcome all impossible things like him."

On Ling Aoyan's bedside, there is a picture he drew himself. The painting shows a giant with a knife in his hand and a bow and arrow on his back.

There was a knock on the door, and Ling Aohan said please come in. Their mother walked in, holding a glass of water in her right hand and some pills and capsules in her left hand.

"It's time to take medicine, Aoyan."

Seeing those medicines, Ling Aoyan looked very unhappy. He was about to say something, but he saw Ling Aohan staring at him. Although he didn't say anything, he still took the medicine from his mother's hand with that unhappy expression. One by one, they swallowed them with water.

Ling Aoyan has never been away from medicine and intravenous injections since he was a child, and the frequency of taking medicine and eating are basically the same. Ever since he was born, his physical fitness was not even the slightest bit worse than Ling Aohan's. Ling Aohan had never been sick, but he had a lot of minor ailments and serious ones.

After taking the medicine, Ling Aoyan lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Ling Aohan sat meditating. For a long time, Ling Aoyan suddenly spoke

"Brother, I want to play ball."

"Your parents won't buy it for you. You should know that your parents won't approve of you doing too much strenuous exercise, and you can't do this kind of exercise."

After listening to Ling Aohan's words, Ling Aoyan stopped making any sound. Ling Aohan, who had kept his eyes closed, couldn't hear Ling Aoyan's voice, so he opened his eyes slightly worriedly. On the bed, Ling Aoyan curled up into a ball and hugged himself tightly. His expression could not be seen, but he seemed to be able to hear faint sobbing.

"Mom! Dad!"

There was a sound of hurried running, and Ling Aohan's parents immediately ran into their room when they heard Ling Aohan's voice. After all, Ling Aohan would never scream like this when there was nothing serious.

"What's wrong, Aohan, has something happened to Aoyan?"

Her mother looked anxiously at Ling Aoyan, who was curled up in a ball on the bed, and wanted to quickly go up to check if something had happened to Ling Aoyan, but Ling Aohan stopped her.

"Aoyan is fine. I just want to play with a ball. Can you buy me a ball?"

Hearing Ling Aohan's words, his parents had shocked expressions on their faces. Ling Aohan had never said that he wanted to play any ball games, nor did he like physical exercise. Although he had quite good physical fitness, he had never been willing to exercise. . Of course his parents wanted him to exercise more. Upon hearing his request, his father immediately agreed and went out to buy a ball for Ling Aohan.

After a while, his father returned home holding a red ball, handed the ball to Ling Aohan and left the room.

"We have the ball, let's go, I'll take you to play."

Hearing this, Ling Aoyan, who was curled up on the bed, wiped his face and sat up. Just when he was about to ask Ling Aohan something, he made a silent gesture.

"I'll get you out first."

Ling Aohan pointed to the window. Although there was a security window, it was enough for a child to get out. Ling Aohan jumped on the window sill and used a little force to open the two anti-theft windows a little so that they could get out. Ling Aohan pulled Ling Aoyan up, carefully supported him and let him pass through the security window, and then pulled him to let him get off the window sill. At this time, Ling Aohan was very happy that their family lived on the first floor.

After Ling Aoyan went out, Ling Aohan greeted his parents with the ball and went out to play. His parents didn't know that Ling Aoyan had also gone out, and they were still happy that Ling Aohan was willing to exercise.

In order not to be discovered by the surrounding neighbors and acquaintances, Ling Aohan carefully led Ling Aoyan through various alleys and alleys that Ling Aoyan had never seen before. Their home is located in a town. There are many graffiti and peeling marks on the walls of the old buildings that stand around. The four newly built high-rise buildings stand out from the crowd. There are also some low square buildings around them, mostly used as shops or Grocery stores sell daily necessities to people, and the unsophisticated layout of the buildings forms countless alleys extending in all directions. Even locals sometimes get lost in them if they are not paying attention.

After traveling for a while, Ling Aohan took Ling Aoyan to a forest that didn't seem to be visited often.

"Okay, let's play here,"

"Ok!"

Ling Aoyan didn't care at all where this place was, he wasn't afraid, as long as Ling Aohan was there.

Ling Aohan threw the ball to him and he kicked it back. The two of them were kicking the ball like this. After a while, Ling Aoyan's breathing gradually became faster, his movements gradually failed to keep up with his reactions, and sweat broke out on his forehead. Ling Aohan on the other side had nothing wrong with him. He still kicked the ball back easily, but his pace gradually slowed down. He could also see that Ling Aoyan was tired.

After a while, Ling Aoyan waved his hands and sat on the ground, taking a deep breath. After he had rested, Ling Aohan picked up the ball and sat next to Ling Aoyan.

"Have you had enough?"

"Ok!"

"Then that's it for today. I'll take you out to play when I have time."

"Ok!"

Ling Aohan took Ling Aoyan back the way he came. He helped Ling Aoyan enter the house through the window and walked in through the door. Mother had already prepared the bath water, and Ling Aohan randomly found a reason to ask Ling Aoyan to wash it first, and then he would wash it himself after he finished washing it. After taking a bath and taking medicine, Ling Aohan and Ling Aoyan ran to school.