Merry little roll

In a sparsely populated place, deep in the mountains and old forests, there is such a Biluo Villa, which is completely isolated from the world, and few people can find it.

The blue falls thirty feet, the most pink is also merciful.

Thin willow branches with thin flowers, and Guanyin's pancakes.

Biluo Villa responded to this folk song, gentle and gentle, elegant.Although it is remote and secluded, it is beautiful, and the people are self-sufficient, but they are also happy.Those who cultivate immortals cultivate immortals, and those who do business can do business with peace of mind.

The blue flowers like the mild climate the most, and they can be seen everywhere, exuding an intoxicating fragrance.People in Bigen love flowers, so they indulged in peach-red peonies, which occupied all parts of the villa, competing for splendor.

The flowers are blooming and flying all over the sky, and even the willow branches seem to float down tiny petals from time to time.Looking closer, it turned out that it was falling from the sky. The gathered flower clouds shone like rosy clouds under the sunlight. The petals swayed slowly in the breeze, and then fell from the tops of the trees planted by the river.

Therefore, Biluo Mountain Villa got the elegant name of the willow tree blooming.

"Have you heard that a few outsiders came to the villa today?"

"Yeah, I don't know how they found this place, it's really annoying..."

"It just so happens that today is the day of the hunting cavalry again, and the other end is always rumbling."

"Get used to it, get used to it..."

This end of Biluo Villa is a newly built block, full of flowers.

On the other side, there is an endless expanse of mud hills, where Biluo people farm and live, pass on their families and gradually multiply in isolation.

It had just rained heavily a few days ago, and the hard-crusted soil was covered with traces of rain erosion everywhere. The plow ran over these traces, forming furrows.There is a twisted path for people to walk in the middle. Weeds grow on both sides of the road, which becomes the embellishment of this gray-red mountain.

"Boom boom"

The mountain was shaking, and there was a violent shaking sound from time to time, splashing the accumulated rainwater in the ditch, and following the rumbling sound, the fine soil rolled down like running water.

The wind was blowing harder and harder, and the gray dry land was blown open, stirring up waves of dust, covering the sky with gray.

"Boom boom"

Loud noises like thunder rang out at the top of the mountain, and the shouts of the crowd could be heard from time to time.

A huge circular wall surrounded the top of the mountain. Mottled limestone continued to fall from the wall. The sound of horseshoes, shouts, and whistling spiritual power converged into one piece, spreading infinitely above the circular field, startling birds.

"What kind of hunting ground is this? This is obviously a killing ground!"

A tent was set up at the entrance of the circular field, and several middle-aged women guarded it.People covered in blood were constantly being put on stretchers and carried into tents by several commoner men, causing bursts of exclamation.

A bee flew in, wandering around in the blood-smelling tent, buzzing.One of the women raised her hand, and an invisible air blasted from her fingertips, and the bees were blown out by the wind.

"This man is out of breath."

There was a groan from the women.

The other wounded kept groaning in pain, and the women had no time to mourn, so they hurriedly walked towards the wounded with clean water.

The woman who waved away the bees stood up straight, walked slowly to the bed, tore off a piece of cloth from the knee-covering skirt, and covered the lifeless blood man in front of her eyes.

The woman in the smock raised his hanging hands and crossed them on his chest. Her hands covered his face, smoothed the stiff eyelids, and placed a square copper coin on each eye.She wrung out the towel from the copper basin at hand, and gently wiped the man's face.

"The quilt has a deadly smell, and it can't be cleaned. Let me do it." Another woman stepped forward, dragged a quilt from the bamboo mat, and covered the man.

"It's always like this here, just get used to it. But no matter what, you must clean it up. A few years ago, my father came out of here, and he still had breath. It was because he didn't clean it up. When I came back, I saw a wild cat biting it. His intestines. Clean it up..." The woman took out nine huge silver needles from her hand, and inserted them into the edge of the quilt one by one. package. "The elders will come to bury him."

The woman in the skirt was a little dazed, she looked at the raised bed, wiped the blood from her hand on the skirt, and said nothing.

"Bang, bang, bang"

Suddenly, there was an earth-shattering trembling sound from the circular field outside the tent, continuous and continuous, as if something was about to break through the ground and rise outward.

"It's fired..." The women raised their eyes.

"it is finally over."

The hurricane swirled on the field, cracking the dry ground, and flying dust into the air, forming streaks of gray smoke.

The flags around the field fluttered with the wind, making a dry sound of hula la.

The dust fell on the flags, on the stakes, on the bronze weapons, and it fell on the shoulders of the men, covering their sore eyes.

"Biluo Mountain Villa's riding and hunting activities are over!"

As the loud voice of Elder Biluo spread to all corners of the venue, the people sitting on the four walls of the venue cheered, threw their own petals, and threw them vigorously into the sky.

Countless petals suddenly floated up in the dusty sky, flying brilliantly, forming colorful clouds in the sky, rising slowly, and then falling slowly, like light-colored butterflies flying all over the sky, spreading their wings leisurely.

The hunters in the middle of the field were black and black, their faces were stained with scars from fighting, they put down their swords one after another, and looked up reverently.

Those petals, falling, falling...falling on the scattered blood, falling on various brocade robes, falling on the festering wounds, falling on the net bag covering the mountain birds and beasts.

Biluo Mountain Villa's annual hunting and riding event gathers all the young heroes of Biluo to fight with swords to decide the winner. The winner can enter the gate of the mountain god.

Only one boy in the middle of the field did not look up to the sky. Instead, he lowered his head, stared blankly at the ground, and carefully drew lines on the ground with his toes.His ears are round and flat like lotus root cakes, and his skin is dark, so he is often called "black pancakes".

His arms were wrapped in white cloth instead of bandages, and the lines of his body were clearly visible.Since the end of the hunt, his expression has not changed at all, he looks a little dazed, he bends slightly, and the scimitar at his waist reflects white light.

The petals fell down, and the moment they fell on the scimitar, flames burst out so fiercely, and after making a small "crackling" sound, they immediately turned to ashes.

"Since you have won, aren't you happy?"

"Ok?"

Hei Panzi turned his head and looked at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him. His expression was still blank, but his eyes seemed to have become much sharper.

A middle-aged man in a purple brocade robe appeared in front of him out of nowhere, without the slightest sound of footsteps.The man's face can't help but remind the black pancake boy of a roof covered with tiles, dry and wrinkled.The man's voice was hoarse and calm, under his thick black eyebrows, a pair of bright black eyes were firm and powerful.

"You have good eyes."

"Eyes... the youngest... What's wrong with my eyes?" The young man staggered his eyes and returned to the honest and dull look at the beginning.

"It's nothing, I think your eyes look good."

The middle-aged man glanced at the scimitar on the boy's waist, turned around and left without saying a word.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and on the huge ground, dust wrapped around the petals and rolled, rustling endlessly.When the passing crowd passed the boy who stayed in place, they couldn't help but glance at him with respect, and then walked quickly.

As the sun set, Hei Panzi was still in place, scratching the ground with his feet, leaving traces.

On the mountain plain, a few rows of ordinary people with ox carts walked sparsely. The road surface was run over by ox hooves and wheels, and the dry soil was broken into fine dust.

Looking down, there are rows of houses, row upon row.

"Da da da"

A cardamom girl was walking across the courtyard, her wooden clogs making a crisp sound on the wooden planks.Her face was smooth and white, with dignified features, and her vermilion lips were slightly curled up.

She felt a little uneasy in her heart.

When will her father come back, and how will she take care of those outsiders?

"Miss……"

At this time, a young man who was sprinkling water in the corridor suddenly raised his head and called out to the girl. He was about twenty years old, of medium height, with a round face, but a very strong physique, panting for breath with a copper basin in his hand.

The girl nodded and said to the young man while continuing to nod her head and walked quickly: "The doctor is coming soon, please help me out."

"Miss, are you going to see that outsider?"

"Yes."

The girl made a turn, crossed the cobblestones, and stepped towards another corridor. The wooden clogs continued to tap on the floor to make a clear "da da da" sound.

"squeak"

The young lady walked to the door, and before she stretched out her hand, the door opened by itself. A pair of pale hands rested on the wooden eaves of the door frame, with distinct knuckles.

"Hey, sir, why did you come out?"

The young lady stretched out her hand, and supported the body of the man in front of her who was about to fall down.The man was tall, his facial features were pale and stiff as if they had been watered by lime water, his eyes were long and narrow, and they radiated a sharp light.He didn't look at the lady, his gaze went straight past her.

The sound of staggered footsteps resounded from far to near, so soft that it was almost inaudible, almost covered by the sound of running water in the courtyard.

The young lady turned around, and two people came towards her.

One big and one small, one tall and one short, one male and one female.

The young man in the lead is tall and straight, with brows and eyes as plain as water, dressed in plain clothes, and his eyes are very warm.Immediately behind the man in Tsing Yi was a well-behaved little girl, she was only up to the young man's waist, timidly hiding behind him.Only one eye was exposed, quietly looking at the young lady.

"Greetings to Miss." The man in Tsing Yi bowed and saluted, his voice was as calm as water.

The young lady was stunned. This man in Tsing Yi was a painter invited by his father. He never stepped out of the room on weekdays. I don't know why he came to the courtyard today. "Ah, I'm sorry." The pale young man put his hand on the young lady's shoulders, and she finally came to her senses and bowed back to the man in Tsing Yi.

"Quack quack quack!" A crow squeaked past the eaves, making a shrill cry.

There are a few goldfish in the pond in the middle of the courtyard, slowly swimming in it, their tails as thin as gauze swell and curl up in the clear water...the cycle repeats.

Gradually, the sky began to rain, pattering on the leaves, petals, and eaves, and the smell of grass mixed with dust rose upwards.

The round-faced servant hurried out to take back the clothes to dry, but his mind kept spinning the young lady's instructions, saying that he wanted to ask Dr. Luo.

The copper basin was placed on the table, making a muffled "boom".

Doctor... Is the master really going to pay outsiders to find a doctor?

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the sound of raindrops became more dense, and the whole house seemed to be enveloped in the sound of water droplets hitting.

Boiling water was being boiled in the boiler, and there was a "beep beep" sound, and white mist continued to penetrate through the gap of the pot cover.

The round-faced servant's ears quivered.

There was a knock on the door.

"crunch"

He stepped on straw sandals and waded through the muddy water. The rain hit his face and washed his skin coldly. He could barely open his eyes.After finally opening the door, two figures could be seen indistinctly.

"Is it the doctor?"

The torrential rain instantly drowned out the servant's voice, and he could only shout more vigorously.

"What's the name?"

The rainwater took the opportunity to penetrate into his eyes, causing a burst of sourness, and his hair was completely attached to his scalp, which was so damp that it made people upset and irritable.

Suddenly, the rain stopped.

The round-faced servant raised his head and found that there was an extra umbrella on his head.

The rainwater hit the umbrella and made a "crackling" sound.

He turned his head again, and bright vermilion suddenly burst into his eyes.

The umbrella bearer chuckled at him, and his red lips parted slightly.

"Xia Yuanyang is a doctor."