The handsome man in the entertainment industry

A posture that does not fall down.

The child on the plum blossom pile, with hair shaved to a length of half an inch close to the scalp, thin arms and legs, and a body that has not yet begun to grow, looks like a child of four or five years old.

It's just that although the child is young, he has a very correct attitude. When the sky is bright, he puts on his exercise clothes and starts to stretch his muscles and bones, and then he does boxing and stance for an hour.

A young face covered with sweat, as beautiful as a finely crafted doll, facing the rising morning light, the corners of the mouth are tightened, the brows are slightly frowned, and the expression is very serious.

"Okay, it's time, come in and have breakfast!"

A strong, handsome middle-aged man opened the door and shouted at the children in the yard.

"Hey!"

When Ruan Mudeng heard his father's voice, he turned his head and agreed crisply. He jumped off the stake lightly, pulled the clean towel hanging on the shelf next to him, wiped the thin sweat on his face, and trotted He walked into the house in a hurry.

Although I can't tell the reason, little Ruan Mudeng always has a vague idea in his heart, that is, to cherish every minute and every second with his father. If he doesn't do this, after... I deeply regret this.

...But, after what?

Before the little doll, who was sipping millet porridge, could figure it out, the dimly lit living room, the old dining table, and the plates with pickles, boiled eggs, and steamed buns on the table seemed to be covered in a layer of mist. Bit by bit it gradually blurred.

When Ruan Mudeng came back to his senses, his father, who was sitting opposite him and having breakfast just now, had turned into an adult-looking elder brother Ruan Diyi at some point.

"Big brother..."

Ruan Mudeng stared blankly at Ruan Diyi, and called out, but his voice was no longer the clear and childish voice of a child, but a magnetic tone that belonged to a young man, already showing the characteristics of a mature man.

"Why... why are you here..."

He murmured in a low voice, only feeling that his mind was in chaos.

Subconsciously, Ruan Mudeng seems to have a strange cognition of "brother is no longer here", but he can't tell clearly, if the elder brother is not here, where should he go?

Just when he was still confused about the situation, Ruan Diyi who was sitting across from him suddenly grinned at him.

You know, Ruan Mudeng's eldest brother is quite different from him in age. He was responsible for raising him when he was a child. A little stern, the number of times he smiled at him can only be counted with the fingers of two hands in a year.

Seeing the big brother's unusual bright smile, which can be described as "unreserved", Ruan Mudeng was stunned again, only feeling more and more confused in his mind, everything was full of elusive sense of unreality, couldn't help but He instinctively stretched out his hand, wanting to grab the other's arm.

However, Ruan Diyi stood up, and at the same time turned sideways, lightly and skillfully avoiding her younger brother's finger that was about to touch his sleeve.

"You should go back."

Ruan Diyi looked up at his brother in a daze and raised his chin, motioning him to look forward.

Ruan Mudeng stood up as he said, and turned his gaze to the direction his brother pointed to him.

He recognized that, about ten meters away, it was the main entrance of his ancestral home. It was narrow and low, and three of the corners were nailed with wooden strips for reinforcement.It's just that at this time, the door of the house didn't know why there was no door, it was just so wide open, and he couldn't see the scenery outside the house at all, he could only see a vast white light outside.

"Okay, let's go."

Seeing her younger brother standing still, Ruan Diyi didn't show any displeasure, she still smiled kindly and urged her.

"...But, where am I going?"

Ruan Mudeng stared at the open door, and felt that there were mysteries everywhere in the words spoken by his brother, no matter how you listened to them, it was so puzzling, it was like playing charades with him, and he didn't know what to do for a while. how to respond.

"Where you should go, of course."

Ruan Diyi replied with a smile, and at the same time stretched out her hand abruptly, and shoved her younger brother hard on the shoulder.

Unprepared, Ruan Mudeng was pushed back by his elder brother and staggered two steps forward. Somehow, there was still a distance of ten meters between him and the small broken door of the ancestral house. But he actually took two steps and fell out of the door.

The dazzling white light immediately covered him, making him unable to see clearly for a moment.

In the next second, pain, tinnitus, high fever, fatigue and exhaustion, all kinds of discomforts were like a tide, quickly returned to the cage, and Ruan Mudeng was pulled out of the vast white world where he didn't know the day and night. Panting heavily, struggling to wake up from the faint.

Ruan Mudeng opened his eyes, only to feel pain all over his body, and it was very difficult to even move his fingers.

He closed his eyes in an awkward half-lying half-lying position, and then slowly closed his eyes until his ability to think gradually returned, and when he opened his eyes again, his vision gradually became clear. Then he gritted his teeth and supported the stone wall of the tomb passage , Little by little, he struggled to sit up, first looked at the fox in his arms and Xiao Xiao's body on his back, and after making sure that neither of them had been injured by the arrows, he checked the injuries on his feet.

The arrow penetrated obliquely into the flesh from the outside of the left calf, directly penetrated the muscle, and half of the arrow came out from the inside.

Even though Ruan Mudeng is not a professional medical worker, nor has he systematically learned first aid knowledge, but he grew up in a mountain village and is a martial arts practitioner. With various large and small wounds, he is far more pampered than those in the city. My peers have seen many more.

So he naturally knew that for an arrow wound like this, he couldn't just pull out the arrow rashly. Doing so would only tear the wound and cause more serious bleeding, so he had to use a dagger to cut off the long tail of the arrow first. , Let the small half of the arrow shaft and the arrowhead stay in the meat, and then deal with it after it goes out.

Time was running out, Ruan Mudeng quickly and roughly treated the wound, tore off a pair of trousers, cut off two-thirds of the arrow tail, and fixed the exposed arrow body with gauze, hoping that when walking later, The part left in the flesh will not make the wound bigger and bigger.

After finishing these, he looked down at Xiao Xiao in his arms again.

To check if the fox was injured just now, he took Xiao Xiao out of the strap, and he hasn't stuffed it back yet.

The other party didn't make a fuss anymore, and nestled in his arms obediently and quietly, but firmly biting a piece of fabric of his vest with his teeth, and let him comfort him, as if he refused to let go.

Although Xiao Xiao couldn't say a word, Ruan Mudeng knew that his master was hurting him.

Obviously there was only a hole in his stomach, his dantian was damaged, and the fox bead was destroyed. The injury was more serious and deadly than his...

"...Don't worry, I can hold on..."

Ruan Mudeng smiled, his fingers scalded by the high fever plunged into the white fox's soft snow-white fur, and gently scratched Xiao Xiao's chin.

He thought of the chaotic but extremely clear dream he had during the time when he lost consciousness - in the dream were the relatives he missed the most, and what his brother said to him at the end.

The place he was going to was definitely not here.

"I said, I will definitely take you out..."

Seeing that Xiao Xiao was still biting his clothes uncooperatively, Ruan Mudeng simply tore off the vest, leaving the piece of clothing soaked in sweat to the fox who was unwilling to let go, and then repacked the white hair ball , Putting it back firmly in his arms, standing up against the wall, dragging the injured leg, limping forward with difficulty.

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Zhou Han took a ponytail, put it in the shade of a camphor tree, then sat down, leaning against the tree trunk, staring dully at the crack hidden in the rock wall of the canyon a few meters away, It seems that he is wandering in the sky, his face is expressionless, and he can't see any emotion.

Ruan Mudeng brought Xiao Xiao, who had turned into a fox, "in" for more than a day and a night.

The two monks, Wu'an and Wuzhi, are masters who are very self-cultivated. Apart from chanting scriptures and chanting Buddha, they hardly talk much, let alone talk to him about their guesses about the situation in the tomb.

But as the time passed slowly hour by hour, Zhou Han could clearly feel the increasingly dignified atmosphere around him. Those people who were waiting outside seemed not to believe that Ruan Mudeng and Baihu could come out whole. , not to mention recovering the legendary Xiao Xiao's physical body that has been underground for hundreds of years.

"Come on, Mr. Zhou, you can eat something too."

A young guy with a few small freckles on his face brought bread, jerky, and a can of unopened green tea to Zhou Han who was sitting under the tree, signaling him to fill his stomach with whatever he wanted.

Zhou Han turned around from his trance, took the food that was kindly brought to him, and looked down at his watch, only to realize that it was past lunch time and it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon.

"So, it's noon the next day?"

He said in a daze to the strong young man with freckles.

"Well, it's getting late."

The young man didn't understand what the other party was trying to say, but felt that although this man was handsome, his eyes were red and swollen, his eyes were blue and black, his face was haggard, his chin was unshaven, and the eyes staring at him looked so Panicked and so helpless, like a child lost with his parents, he couldn't help but feel pity, so he couldn't help but comfort him in a warm voice, "So