Tao is impermanent

However, there are unpredictable things in the sky, and people have misfortunes and blessings.The ordinary days of the past were blown away with the wind amidst the fire and killing, and there was no longer any chance for them to be given again.

That year, Wen Mojue had just turned [-].With a young child at home, Luo Yitan, who is already in his twenties, feels more loss than joy in his heart.Now there are only father, him and Wen Mojue left in the family.Three years ago, my mother finally couldn't stand the pain and finally passed away with a smile. At that time, her face was thin and dark yellow, and her hair was already half white, which shows how painful the illness was entangled in her.

Before she passed away, her mother was very peaceful. She shook her withered fingers and held Luo Yitan's hand tightly, her complexion turned slightly rosy, but he understood that this was just a flashback.Mother asked him one by one. "Yi Tan, you have been smart and alert since you were a child, but you must take good care of your father and your younger brother. Mother can't continue to accompany you."

How did he answer at that time?He didn't remember it anymore, so he thought it was just a response.

Mother said again, this time with a touch of remorse in her tone. "Mother has always felt that she wasn't good enough for Wen Mojue..." She didn't say any more, she kept her mouth closed as if enjoying the last period of peace in her life, and also as if she was confessing her mistakes in her life.

The mother left very peacefully, Luo Yitan helped the mother who had slept forever covered the quilt, and dragged out with heavy steps.He saw in the courtyard, a tall and slender young man looking at him sadly.

He opened his mouth slightly, but didn't speak.But the young man in front of him walked forward quickly and hugged him. At this time, the young man had grown to the bottom of his nose, and this time his posture was just right for his own chin to rest on Luo Yitan's shoulder.

He paused with his fingers, and finally climbed up to the young man's slightly muscular back, holding it tightly, but Wen Mojue's back was wet with tears.At that time, Wen Mojue didn't cry. Presumably, he swallowed all the pain into his stomach, like a sharp knife slowly and decisively cutting long and deep wounds on his chest.This kind of wound heals extremely slowly, and it is more difficult to heal than crying out.

But three years, those times were not enough to heal a trace of sadness, but a group of horse thieves broke into their small corner of Xingyu Village for some reason, massacred without distinction, and in an instant, swords, swords, and blood were stained all over the place. The barren land, infiltrated into the soil.This unilateral massacre lasted only a few hours, and a small village with only a few dozen households was destroyed.

However, if a city collapses, then some people will remember this historic event, but if it is a dispensable small village like Xingyu Village, no one will care.Perhaps it can be said that even when it was still alive, no one could remember it.The only ones who can remember it are those who have lived in that village.

When Luo Yitan returned to the village from Jinke County, he only saw corpses lying on the ground full of despair.Some of them are just old and weak women and children, but those inhuman horse thieves are not merciless at all.

Luo Yitan was almost in despair at that time. He staggered and ran back to his home, only thinking of going home was left in his mind. He didn't even dare to think about it, if he saw the bodies of Wen Mojue and his father when he got home What should be done.

Sure enough, there was still blood all over the floor, and the corpses were piled up in disorder, which made people panic.His feet trembled uncontrollably, and he didn't even dare to step in for a while, to see the tragic situation that might make him unable to support.

He exhaled heavily, his pupils constricted, leaning on the door frame to support himself as fragile as a fallen leaf, and it could even be said that he could almost fall off in a blow.

"Brother..." A hoarse cry finally helped him clear the thick and confused fog, allowing him to see everything around him clearly.He hurried forward, a kind of unspoken hope filled his chest.He stumbled and ran away, and finally saw Wen Mojue who was lying in a pool of blood, as if he had only one breath left, and who had been stabbed several times all over his body.

He anxiously knelt down on the front half, and helped Wen Mojue, who was weak and panting, to his feet.Wen Mojue's wounds were densely packed, the most conspicuous being the knife wound on his waist and abdomen. Bright red blood flowed out, staining his rough palms covering his waist and abdomen red.

Luo Yitan helped him up, held his rough palm with one hand, and said in a trembling voice: "Go, brother will take you to the doctor."

Unexpectedly, the man covered in blood struggled uncomfortably, "Brother, go see how dad is doing..." His voice trembled and he muttered to himself. "Go and see how dad is doing..." His sanity has long been lost, and now he is barely staying awake.

Luo Yitan paused, looked sideways at the pale blood-stained cheek, bit his lower lip, carried him away without looking back.And behind him, inside the dilapidated wooden door, next to a dry well just a few steps away from where Wen Mojue was lying, an old corpse fell into a deep sleep forever, and like his wife, he would never wake up .

Luo Yitan prayed silently, praying that God would never leave him alone.

If this is true, then his life is over.

When Luo Yitan arrived at the medical clinic in Jinke County, the shop had already closed, but fortunately, Luo Yitan was working in Jinke County, and the neighbors in the neighborhood knew him, and the old doctor Li of the medical clinic was considered to be someone Luo Yitan had helped before.The old doctor Li knew how to repay his kindness, and he got out of the bed. He didn't think it was troublesome at all, but he did his best, lighting up the lamp day and night to treat the boy who had escaped death.

The orange candle flame danced in the middle of the night for almost the whole night, until the full sun in the east gradually rose from the hills, and the candle light was not extinguished.However, this battle is still not over yet.

Old doctor Li's forehead was stained with sweat, and the cold sweat slowly flowed down his wrinkled face, but the moment it was about to leave his cheek, his wife who had been waiting by his side carefully wiped it away.

Luo Yitan stood aside, but couldn't do anything.He could only stand like that, praying silently for the handsome young man whose body was twitching unconsciously in the depths of his heart, praying that he would pass through this test and come back quickly from the gate of hell.His nails pressed deeply into his skin, scratching unconsciously, until his fingertips were reddened.He could no longer imagine what he would do without that young man.

Old Doctor Li's sigh pulled him back from the vacillation, he stepped forward to the bedside with slightly numb feet, knelt down and grabbed Wen Mojue's hand tightly, making sure that he was out of danger before letting go in one breath.He raised his stiff head as if he had received an amnesty, and thanked him sincerely: "Thank you, Yi Tan can't repay you for your great kindness. If you have difficulties in the future, I will definitely give up my life to help you."

Old Doctor Li's lips were a little dry, but he looked in a good mood, he just kept stroking his white beard, and said, "Hurry up Luo, these are nothing, the doctors are benevolent, as long as they are patients, there is no harm." The reason for saving? You also have a good rest and don’t overwork yourself.” He saw that Luo Yitan cared about his younger brother, and he must wait for him to wake up before he can really feel at ease. Now he has no choice but to let him pay attention to his body. Burnt out, more harm than good.

Luo Yitan smiled apologetically at Old Doctor Li, then lowered his head to take care of the still pale young man.

Old Doctor Li stroked his beard and shook his head, lamented, and said in relief: "Just take good care of your younger brother, the old man at the yamen will help you to talk about it, as for your tragedy in Xingyu Village..." He paused After a while, he continued to say with deep sorrow: "My condolences will change, the old man will inform the county magistrate, and let him arrest those horse thieves as soon as possible."

Seeing Luo Yitan carefully helping the young man tuck up the bedding, Old Doctor Li was about to persuade him to rest for a while, but just as he was about to speak, his wife pulled him by the hem of his clothes. He turned around suspiciously, but looked at himself. His wife shook her head seriously at him.

Old doctor Li stayed for a while, and finally followed his wife out of the gate of the hospital silently, and told the county magistrate what happened last night.

But Luo Yitan who was in the room didn't seem to see those two people going out, just helped the thin boy on the bed fetch a basin of water, and wiped his thin cheeks gently and silently.The morning birds chirped outside the window, blowing away the lingering heat of last night's violence.The weather outside is very good, the sun shines warmly on the earth, warm and healing, beautiful and clear.The warm spring breeze quietly sneaked into the room through the cracks of the window, dispelling the dull and dirty air in the room, and dissipating the smelly and pungent blood color in the room.

Luo Yitan just indulged for a day, and the next day he tidied up his clothes and went to the yamen as usual.The former companions all looked regretful and sympathetic, and a few of them hesitated to speak, but in the end there was nothing to comfort them.

Luo Yitan accepted their gaze indifferently, his attitude remained the same as usual, he was so calm as if nothing had changed, but only he knew how heart-piercing the pain of despair that had taken root in his heart was. split lung.But what made him even more painful was when he thought about how much pain he would feel in his heart when his sensitive and affectionate brother Wen Mojue woke up. If his brother's strong but equally fragile arm collapsed, what would he do? to him?

Waking him up, or falling with him, was not what he hoped to foresee.

However, what should be done now is to dedicate ourselves to tracking down the whereabouts of those horse thieves and let them pay for their lives with their lives.Someone once asked him to go to another team to recover the bodies, but he refused.He doesn't want to see the miserable situation in the village anymore, man, only by pulling out the thorn that pierced the deepest in his heart can he stand up again, isn't it?Then, all he has to do is to pull out his own thorn fiercely, and then crush it fiercely.

But he still did one thing, and it was the only thing he did, but it was just to let the brothers in the yamen bury his father well, and bury his father and mother together.The companion earnestly agreed.He slightly twitched the corners of his weak mouth, patted his companion on the shoulder, and continued to track down the whereabouts of the horse thieves.

Three days later, during the day-to-day investigation by him and his teammates, they finally found the horse thief's stronghold. After careful planning, they prepared to carry out a righteous killing according to the orders of their superiors.That night, when the horse thieves were celebrating another massacre, Luo Yitan and his companions secretly added sweat medicine to their drinks before they were aware of it.Luo Yitan, who was waiting for an opportunity in the dark, smiled coldly in his heart after the horse thief drank the wine mixed with sweat medicine. The violent emotion in his heart infects his already crazy heart, turning red He rushed into the middle of the pile of horse thieves, and mercilessly slaughtered under the surprised eyes of the horse thieves.

None of the companions expected that Luo Yitan, who is usually calm and obeys the rules, would rush in this time without obeying the command. They were shocked by this incident, but what shocked them the most was that among the horse thieves The blood-stained person in white clothes was so strange that it made people feel chills, and the sneer unconsciously hanging from the corner of his mouth was like a beast that had lost the warmth of a mortal.

This is the Luo Yitan they have never seen before, like a ferocious beast that has been imprisoned forcibly pulled off the iron chain, and carried out the killing it dreamed of. What it pursues is not the so-called justice, but only the pleasure of killing.

His companion felt cold all over, and no one dared to step forward to fight with him, but that Luo Yitan seemed to have broken through the limit of his body, and killed the village alone, bleeding into rivers.

The companion looked at the blood-covered man in white among the corpses, and felt that the man's stalwart figure was proud and upright.

The author has something to say: The author wants to rest so much, so...

I always feel like watching One Piece... I can't help but want to watch it again, hahaha...

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☆、Chapter 18