I'm a thousand years older than you

When Lu Yebai was sleeping in a daze, he heard someone talking next to his ear.

He didn't listen carefully, because he had a fever these days, and there was always a vague sound in his ears, as if someone was driving a lawn mower outside when he was taking a nap, or what kind of sound Nothing, just an empty echo in the ear.Occasionally, his consciousness was still clear, and he tried to identify it for a while, but found that it was just tinnitus, and the voices were noisy, all of which were meaningless sounds.

At times like this, he usually lies quietly and waits for it to slowly disappear on its own.

But this time, the voice in his ears seemed to be getting clearer and clearer, and Lu Yebai's drowsy mind woke up with the clearer voice.

"... No, I must go to the second brother's room today. I made a bet with him." It was an immature child's voice, which seemed a little familiar.

"Young master!" The old man who spoke sighed as if he hated iron and steel, and he couldn't bear it directly, and seemed to pat his thigh/leg heavily to express his helpless mood.

Lu Yebai opened his eyes.

The light was a little bright, and the sound of cicadas echoed in my ears, and I could glimpse the lush greenery around me from the corner of my eyes.This is not the room where he recuperated, nor is he the bandaged man who can only lie on the bed half dead, but standing in front of a house.

The house in the courtyard is made of a kind of red-glowing wood, which is shining brightly in the sun. The sun above his head is a bit dazzling. He raised his hand to block it, and walked slowly under the shade of the tree.

The surroundings are silent, only the sound of the wind blowing, the old man and the child who spoke just now are not here, is it a dream?

Since he was injured and passed out, it seems that he has never dreamed again.Lu Yebai habitually raised his hand to pinch himself, but he didn't feel any pain, and it really was a dream.

It's just that this dream feels a little real, and he just thought he had entered the illusion again.

The little boy's voice came out again, it seemed to be a cry of pain.The old man with gray temples stood outside the window, poked his head in, his voice trembling: "Young Master?"

...Little young master?

Lu Yebai walked quickly to the window, stood with the old man, looked inside, but couldn't see anyone, so he couldn't help asking: "Who is it?"

The old man didn't speak, didn't even look at him, he patted the window twice with his wrinkled hands, and called out, "Young master, are you hurt?"

The voice inside seemed very annoyed: "Brother bastard, the trap has changed places!"

"Oh, come out quickly. Why do you have to get that rattle? Isn't it just an ordinary thing, you can go down the mountain to buy it some time!" The old man clasped the window with both hands, making people suspect that if the window was not too small, he would After a while, I went in to invite people.

"How can it be the same?" the immature childish voice puffed up, "I have already made a bet with my second brother, if I get the rattle from his room today, he will allow me to go down the mountain to play by myself!"

The old man pressed his hands on his temples, and seemed to have a headache: "You went through the window again, and the wound you made last time hasn't healed yet. The owner of the house saw it, and you may feel distressed!"

This kinship card seemed to be of no use to the child who was concentrating on treasure hunting. There was no answer coming from it. After a while, there was the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. Immediately, several blue lights came from the window. Li rushed out.

Lu Yebai didn't pay attention, and met the blue light head-on. He was startled at first, and then found that the light didn't seem to have any effect on him. It passed through his forehead without pain or itchiness, even a little I feel nothing.

Logically speaking, if it was a dream, he should have woken up with fright now.

The old man was still babbling, probably impatient with his quarrel, the little boy finally poked his head out of the window: "Shh, you speak so loudly, what if my second brother is called back?"

He wrapped a few laps of white gauze around his head, his eyes were shining brightly, he turned over skillfully and sat on the window sill, and said without any discouragement: "Come out and rest for a while, and then go in later."

"Go in again?" The old man collapsed.

Lu Yebai stared blankly at everything in front of him. He heard the conversation between the old man and the child, but he didn't even understand the meaning. His eyes were filled with only the appearance of the little boy.The moment the little boy raised his head, he almost thought that the time had been pulled back more than ten years ago, the day when he saw Wen Zihe at the door of his own house in Xijing.

The little boy's facial features are the same as the childhood Wen Zihe in his memory, but comparing the two, it seems that the little boy in front of him is more agile. Judging from the fact that he went through the window to steal things from his brother's room, he is also more intelligent. naughty.It's not quite the same as the little neighbor brother who was a bit indifferent and quiet in his memory.

"Zihe?" He called out tentatively.

Wen Zihe raised his head, but instead of looking in his direction, he turned to the old man and said, "Don't tell Second Brother about my injury today!"

Wen Zihe seems to have never had such an overbearing and domineering tone. In Lu Yebai's memory, that person seems to have always been a mild-tempered person. The rest of the time there are seldom such stark mood swings.

"It really was a fake childhood spent with him." Lu Yebai sighed a little sadly, for no other reason than jealousy.

"How do you explain those cuts on your face? Besides, you've made his room like this..." The old man glanced into the window with a sad face, probably because he felt that it was difficult to explain to his second brother, "How could he not Know……"

"Really?" Wen Zihe glanced back at the window, as if he felt that he was a little too much, "Then I will put them in one place when I go in later. If the second brother can see that I have entered his room , but didn’t get the rattle, it’s a shame.”

"Young master, you should wipe your face first, it's bleeding." The old man took out a piece of clean soft gauze, and pressed Wen Zihe's face, "Where did you hit?"

Wen Zihe rubbed his face as if he let him wash his face, and the voice came out from the soft gauze, a little muffled, as if with a nasal tone: "It's pressed by the cabinet, it's not a problem, just a small injury."

This understatement looks somewhat similar to him today.

Lu Yebai couldn't help stretching out his hand, and touched Wen Zihe's face, but missed - his fingers directly passed through Wen Zihe's face, and the person in front of him seemed to be just a holographic projection. See but not touch.

Since this is the case, Lu Yebai leisurely leaned against the wall, intending to see what Wen Zihe was going to do again, but suddenly felt dizzy, as if the sky and the earth were spinning, he staggered, and helped Wall stood still, closed his eyes, and calmed down a little. When he opened them again, a scene had changed before his eyes.

There was a large white cloud arranged like fish scales on the horizon. Under the bright and clear sky, there were two people speeding forward. To be precise, they should be two monsters. Ordinary people do not have the ability to fly through the clouds.Those two monsters flew very fast in the air, their expressions were anxious, and they didn't even bother to say a word.

Lu Yebai was not in the air with them at this time, but he could clearly see the subtle expressions on their faces.He suddenly felt like he was watching a movie. The person who played the movie decided what to watch. He couldn't switch the scene back to see Wen Zihe, who was having fun all over the world, and he couldn't get out of this realistic dream. , can only watch quietly.

No, maybe this is not a dream, but someone deliberately showed it to him.

Suddenly, a piece of red light flew in the air. Looking carefully, it was composed of many feather arrows wrapped in red light, densely covering the two of them.The two of them didn't have time to respond, they both fell from the sky, and one of them shouted: "Ying Hui!"

Lu Yebai suddenly became agitated, and immediately thought of many things related to Wen Zihe.

The Wen family, Ying Hui, exterminated the clan...

After they fell down, there was no sound, the red light in the sky gradually disappeared, leaving only an empty sky, as if nothing happened here.

This is probably the scene where the Wen family was exterminated and the scouts they sent for help were intercepted halfway.Even though he knew that Wen Zihe didn't die at this moment, Lu Yebai's heart still sank like cold lead.He wondered in a panic, where is that man now?Are you injured?He was still very young, seeing that kind of scene...was he afraid?

He wished he could fly back immediately, but the scene in front of him could not change according to his consciousness. After a while, he saw a person trembling up from the ground, one of the scouts who had just flown in the sky. One of his companions inadvertently left him with a sigh of relief.

The man got up from the ground, glanced at his companion's body, and then continued to move forward quickly without even taking care of the wound.

In the deep bamboo grove, stood a spacious vermilion pavilion. A handsome middle-aged man was sitting at the head, discussing matters with other people.They sat in a row, and from the appearance and temperament, they seemed to be the heads of the family.

Lu Yebai has long been used to this transition without interlude, he lifted his foot into the room, found an empty wooden chair, and sat down.

The head of the family sitting next to him said: "Now, Yinghui's influence has grown. Although he still lives in the north, it will be a matter of time before he goes south. I heard that several small clans in the north have already been exterminated. Instead of Instead of sitting still and waiting for death, it is better to take the initiative to attack and kill him by surprise."

This statement was immediately opposed: "You mean to fight Ying Hui? If you start a war, people will die. May I ask which Patriarch wouldn't even blink his eyelids when his own people died?"

"Someone has to shed blood and sacrifice, don't you want to wait for him to eat us away step by step?"

"Having said that, everyone here, ask yourself, is there any family that is willing to work hard to be taken advantage of? Originally, our families were competing with each other, but because Ying Hui appeared, Only now has a peaceful situation been changed for the time being. Once Ying Hui dies, we are bound to return to the situation of fighting for territory, who doesn't want to save some spare energy for the future?"

What he said was too blunt, even though everyone had the idea that a dead fellow would not die a poor man, it was a little embarrassing for him to poke it out so bluntly.

The middle-aged man who had not made a sound for a long time stood up. Judging from his appearance, he belonged to that kind of person with special prestige. His voice echoed in the sitting room: "In the face of a catastrophe, it is too inappropriate to entangle this little self-interest and care about which one pays more and which one pays less? It is too inappropriate to want to win without a single soldier. Too naive. I hope you can get rid of some of the calculations in your mind, and we can have a chance if we unite."

Before the other families could set an example, a figure rushed towards the pavilion door.

"Patriarch!" It was a guard, probably afraid of disturbing the discussion of the people in the house, he stood still at a distance, and shouted towards the door, "The Wen family in Qingyun Mountain was besieged by the Yinghui clan, and the scout who came to report was seriously injured... ..."

The middle-aged man frowned: "Is he so arrogant?"

While speaking, the bloody scout had already stumbled to the door. He didn't know whether he fell or knelt down towards the people in the pavilion. He fell to the ground and shouted: "Ying Hui has harmed the Wen family today, and will definitely get involved in other families in the future. Help!"

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The author has something to say: Look, memories kill~