Seven's secret

This is the second time Murong Qing heard about her life experience.

He still remembers the feeling of disbelief when he heard the name "Mountain God Clan" from Qingshu's mouth for the first time.The mysterious race passed down from generation to generation in the deep mountains and old forests, sudden natural disasters and man-made disasters, ignorant children who are sent to various places...all kinds of unimaginable plots that don't seem to happen in real life at all.The only thing that is certain is that this man who calls himself Qingshu, like him, can understand the language of animals.

Qingshu said: "Men in our family all have such abilities."

Hearing this story for the second time, Murong Qing still felt dizzy—it was like watching the movie "Pirates of the Caribbean" and hearing Captain Ghost say to the beautiful heroine: "Miss, you In a ghost story." He felt that he was also in a story that seemed real and unreal, and even his senses lost the basis for judgment.

In fact, Murong Qing himself couldn't explain why he came to Qingshu, as if he didn't see the mountain village he mentioned with his own eyes, a certain corner of his heart always had doubts about the truth that Qingshu said.

Qing Shu who was walking in front stopped, turned around and looked at Murong Qing who was out of breath, and asked him with a little worry, "Do you want to rest for a while?"

Murong shook his head lightly.In fact, he is also a child who grew up in the mountains. It is not a big problem for him to climb up and down the mountain, but he traveled thousands of miles to Qingshi Town. After walking up the mountain for two days, it is inevitable that some energy will be exhausted.

Qingshu took the backpack from his back and put it on his body, pulled him and sat down on the tree stump by the side of the road, "Go up from here, and you will be able to see the village when it gets dark."

"It's so far away." Murong let out a sigh of relief, "It's really deep in the mountains."

Qingshu smiled, "They probably can't get out of the mountain easily, and people outside can't easily find them."

Murong Qing asked him in a daze, "Won't the human race degenerate?"

Qing Shu didn't know how to answer this question anymore, after thinking for a while, he sighed lightly.

Murong Qing was still thinking about this question, and looked at him with a tangled face, "Will it degenerate? How many members of our clan will there be when the accident happens?"

Aoki couldn't remember anymore.After such a long time, many things about this village are vaguely visible as if separated by a layer of fog.However, the night of the accident left him with a particularly deep impression, the boulders rolling down the cliff, the villagers rushing in a hurry in the village, the raging fire in the middle of the night, and the coldness and...fear that penetrated into the bone marrow.

Qing Shu shook his head, his expression was a little gloomy, "I remember you two and Dong Zhi were placed on the kang of Dong Zhi's house, and his mother kept looking at the few children in the village. You two cried very hard..."

Murong smiled wryly, who would not cry when he was about to face such a terrible fate.

Qingshu asked him again, "Have you seen the stone in our village, the water grass stone?"

"I've seen it." Murong Qing squinted his eyes and looked at the snow-covered mountain in the distance, Qingshu said that his home was in the mountain over there.But looking at the past from his current angle, it feels so far away, so far away that it seems that he can't walk in his whole life.

Murong sighed softly, "Winter Solstice gave me some, which was found by his foundation from a remote place. I have no use for it, so I gave it to Xiao Liu. He is secretly researching it." Listen to Xiao Liu Said that because he had this mysterious stone in his hand, so many small animals were healed by his hands, Heqing also admired him because of this, and said that after the new year, he would be sent to a university for training. He signed up for him in the name of the hospital, and planned to let him get a medical license and come back.However, because he didn't know anything about the mechanism of action of this thing, Xiao Liu didn't dare to show it to others for the time being, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

Qing Shu took out a bottle of water from his backpack and handed it to Murong Qing, seeing him shaking his head, he looked a little worried, "You look bad."

Murong scratched his hair lightly, "Annoying."

Qing Shu didn't ask him what was bothering him, and took out two pieces of chocolate and stuffed them into his hands, "Days go by day by day. You won't be able to change No.20 for five hours if you bother it. What's the trouble?" ?”

"This may sound sour, but..." Murong was silent for a while, then murmured, "I don't understand why people live. One day, one month, one year, do you live to grow old and then die? ?”

Qing Shu asked him back with a half-smile, "What do you think?"

"I used to think that I lived for my brother, for both of us to survive, live a stable life, and not be bullied." Murong looked at him slightly, his eyes slightly distracted, "But now, It seems not. Xiaoliu has his own life, and he will start a family in the future, with his own small family, wife and children. I am not the whole of his life, and he may be the same to me... "

"I don't know how to speak." Qing Shu looked at him with calm eyes, "But I think the reason why a person feels confused is because he doesn't see where his roots lie."

Murong raised his eyebrows lightly, with a half-understand look on his face.

Qingshu pointed to the snow peak in the distance, "Perhaps, you can find the answer there."

The two of them went up the mountain early in the morning the day before, and stayed in a ruined temple halfway up the mountain that night.Although the temperature in the mountains in the northwest is low, there is not so much tide. After the fire is lit, the night does not feel so difficult.Both of them grew up in the mountains, and the common sense of living in the wild is almost an instinct branded in their bones.

There was just a snowfall in the mountains not long ago, and the mountain roads were difficult to walk, and the green trees often stopped to find their way.However, the two people's footsteps were not slow, and when it was dark, the two of them reached their destination smoothly.

Qingshu couldn't remember the name of this village.Or because they have not been in contact with outsiders for a long time, whether they have a name or not is meaningless to them.The animals in the mountains call them the Mountain Gods, or that's what they call themselves.

Murong looked at this piece of ruins buried under snow, earth and rocks like a fool, it was hard to imagine that this place turned out to be a mountain village.There are no formed houses, no fields and vegetable gardens, and no traces of raising livestock. The traces of life that once existed have been ruthlessly erased by the years.

Murong Qing walked slowly among the ruins, looking for something that could resonate with his soul over and over again.But no, he found nothing, the invisible gap in his heart seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, and the bewildered emotion shrouded in his heart became inexplicably heavy, and finally led to the deep mourning that seemed to be lurking in the depths of his soul.

Qingshu quietly found a half-collapsed cave dwelling on the hillside at the head of the village, built a fire, and heated the dry food they brought from the mountain on the grill.The sleeping bag has to be heated to sleep, not too close to the fire, but not too far.The temperature in the mountains is extremely low at night, and it may be fatal.

When the water in the small pot that Qingshu put on the grill boiled, and the aroma of instant noodles began to waft out, Murong Qing finally finished wandering aimlessly in the village, and walked over with his head down in a daze.Qing Shu didn't ask much, handed him a cup of hot water, and then took out the tableware from the backpack to separate the noodles in the pot.The two ate dinner in silence, cleaned up, and had nothing to do.

Qing Shu sat cross-legged on the sleeping bag and looked at Murong Qing, Murong Qing had already got into his own sleeping bag, covered it tightly, staring at the crackling fire in a trance.Qing Shu watched his long eyelashes fluttering, couldn't hold back, reached out and gently patted his head, "What are you thinking?"

Murong glanced at him lightly, and rarely wanted to avoid it, "I didn't think about anything."

There was a soft feeling in Qingshu's heart.After so many years, he only found three clansmen in total. Ling Dongzhi grew up in the city, not to mention pampered, at least the living conditions are very good.His personality naturally carries the tranquility and gentleness of having no worries about food and clothing.Xiao Qi was the complete opposite of him, his palms were covered with calluses, his eyes were stained with frost, and when he looked at anyone, he was calmly wary.

He was like a little beast accustomed to being bullied, walking cautiously among the thorns.He carefully concealed every scratch, for fear that the smell of blood would attract more ferocious natural enemies.

Qingshu didn't dare to explore what kind of past he had experienced.His intuition and eyes accustomed to the world told him that it would definitely not be a simple story full of sunshine and joy.Compared with that, Qing Shu's impression of that identical elder brother is much more vague.

Qingshu suppressed a sigh in his heart.

"What are you thinking about?"

Murong shook his head lightly, his eyes turned to the outside of the cave, as if he still couldn't understand why he insisted on coming to this place.

"What do you think?" Qingshu asked again.

"I'm thinking," Murong Qing's lips showed a faint smile, "Maybe many, many years ago, my father..." The name of father made him feel jerky, Murong Qing paused for a while before he eased up. Huan said: "My father and mother are sitting here, looking at the same starry sky as me."

Qingshu looked out following his line of sight, the night in the mountains has a kind of clarity that is not found in the city.Starlight is shining, penetrating thousands of years of time, flowing in Murong's light amber pupils.On such a night, such a quiet and serene moment, strange thoughts quietly breed, and the tide floods my heart silently.Murong Qing sketched over and over again in her heart the appearance of her parents whom she had never met, imagining the kisses and hugs from them and the... love from the flesh and blood.

This is the place closest to them, and also the closest to the real self - not the self called Murong Qing, but the ignorant, pure and innocent real self in the swaddling baby.

Murong turned around lightly, closed his eyes and buried his face in the sleeping bag.

In a corner where no one could see, a drop of crystal water slipped across the cheek and melted into the darkness soundlessly.