Of Mountains and Rivers

This is like a confrontation between water and fire. The filth and filth hidden in the whole world seem to have been thoroughly washed away.

On this continent that had been dark for an unknown number of years, more and more light spots lit up, until finally, the land seemed to be plunged into a sea of ​​silent flames.

The fire burned for three days and two nights without any bystanders.

On the evening of the third day, a sigh suddenly came from the depths of the sea, and the holy white seed finally fell into a ball of ashes in the flames, and as the dust settled, the towering huge plants on "Shen Xing Island" rose to life. The top of the sea trembled painfully for a moment, then collapsed.

The roots of the shadows entrenched in this world are torn apart in the flames.

When the holy fire is lit, everything that is lost will be reborn.

The blinding sun fell on the distant sea level.

It reflects the blood of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

Another three days later, there was the sound of seabirds singing near the island, and there was a small splash in the shallow sea, and a school of fish lingered past below.

At this time, a small green snake as thick as a thumb appeared out of nowhere, swinging its noodle-like body recklessly, trying to swagger through the sea water.

But the sea has always been calm on the surface, who knows who swims.

This little snake, which is not as thick as kelp, was soon ruthlessly mocked by the wind and waves of the sea. Its route was completely Brownian motion. He coiled himself into a ring connected end to end, and the broken pot simply drifted away with the water.

It just drifted with the current for an unknown amount of time, when it was suddenly stopped by something.

The little green snake bumped into a green vine, it was taken aback, raised its head in a strange way, stretched out the snake letter, looked around, estimated the height and width of the green vine, and felt that its whole I'm afraid it won't be able to circle around on the plate, so I decisively abandoned my dignity as a poisonous snake, completely transformed into a cabbage worm, twisting the worm and climbing up.

The ivy seems to have no roots, quietly entrenched near the seawater mountain, standing alone in the wind and waves, with a bright red flower blooming on the top.

Each petal is nearly two meters long, and sometimes a few drops of water are splashed by the sea, which at first glance seems to be sprinkled with diamonds.

The little green snake struggled along the edges of the petals and climbed up petal by petal. At the center of the flower, he saw a man curling himself up. There was an ordinary small walnut around his neck.

As if it had found the end, it crawled over with peace of mind, and nestled beside the man, warming up with the temperature of the human body in the sea breeze.

As for Chu Huan, he had a long dream.

Everyone, probably at a certain time, at a certain moment, in a certain situation, will be confused like a universal question: Why me?

Why am I the one who succeeded?Why am I the one who failed?I what luck am I?Why am I the unlucky one?

There are so many people in the world, why do some things happen to me?

It may be precisely because of this question that the practice of praying to gods and worshiping Buddha can last so long.

For a long time, Chu Huan believed what the old goat said, and felt that his origin had some connection with the mysterious Liyi tribe.

When he had nothing to do, he opened his mind and considered many very curious plots. For example, the scumbag father in Nanshan bought a bunch of trafficked children at the border and conducted human experiments. Later, he was killed by his wife when it was revealed , the rescued children were adopted by Chu Aiguo who happened to work nearby at that time... and so on.

But it turns out that he has nothing to do with the mountain guards, just a passerby who was deceived by his beauty.

So how was the stern warning of the first generation of gatekeepers distorted into "the savior who came through the water"?

Chu Huan thought for a while, and figured it out. In this perilous environment, people need such a savior. In this way, even in the most desperate situation, at the moment when they close their eyes, they can still have something in their hearts. There is a hope of being saved, so you can live and die without fear and care.

Those bastards who left him probably believed that subconsciously, right?

Chu Huan didn't know if he was still alive, he couldn't move, he couldn't feel the coldness and warmth of the outside world, but his consciousness was always active, and he had a long time to think about some problems.

He felt tired, tired, and worse, lonely.

In the end, he was the only one who was old and frivolous, and refused to believe in a savior from the beginning to the end, so he had no choice but to be pushed to the shelves and become the savior himself.

Chu Huan doesn't care much about whether he is dead or alive, but he really wants to spread his consciousness everywhere like that first-generation gatekeeper.

His wretched heart has already made plans—Chu Huan is going to go out for a walk at noon, go from house to house to see what everyone eats, go out for a walk in the evening, peek at pretty girls or boys taking a bath, and go out for a walk again at night , Go to other people's houses to watch high-definition uncensored nightlife.

However, his wish was a bit difficult to be elegant, so he failed to realize it.

Chu Huan's body could not move, nor could his consciousness, as if he had been burned into a piece of withered black charcoal.

The gatekeeper patriarch said that the shadow that swallowed the whole world was a seed from the world next door. This fact is actually a bit tingling when you think about it.

How many hidden doors are there in a world?How many different worlds are connected inside and outside the door?How many doors hide that evil seed?How many worlds have grown that seed and been swallowed by it into a void?

In view of the fact that these things became more and more creepy the more he thought about them, Chu Huan didn't think about them later - anyway, his own life and death are still unknown, and I am afraid that he will never have to be a savior again in his lifetime.

He also didn't want to think about Nanshan, and his heart ached when he thought about it. Unfortunately, even though he wished he could escape to the ends of the earth, that person always haunted his heart, even if he always left him behind, he would never stop pestering him.

Chu Huan didn't feel like sleeping, and he couldn't wake up when he woke up. After some time, he saw a familiar light.

He had also seen that light when he was seriously injured by the little white flower and was on the verge of death, and seeing him now, it was as if reunion after a long absence, and he was very kind.

After walking through that beam of light, you will be reunited with Chu Aiguo.This time, Chu Huan was not afraid, he even stood up a little briskly, and walked towards the place of light quite familiarly.

Walking to the edge, one foot had already been raised, Chu Huan suddenly seemed to feel something, and turned his head once.

In the depths of the darkness, he saw a man standing there.

It's... Nanshan.

Nan Shan walked towards him, stood still two steps away, and stretched out a hand to him with a silent pleading.

For the past few days, Chu Huan had been in a big dream with no beginning and no end. When he saw Nanshan, he suddenly woke up a little bit, and was woken up in a cold sweat.

The emotions and desires seem to have returned to his body, making him roll on a bed of nails, it is really painful.

Chu Huan's face was pale, and he endured his heart like a knife, and made a sinister smile like a debt collector. He didn't take the hand, but asked indifferently: "What is this for?"

The expression of fear and pleading on Nanshan's face became heavier.

Chu Huan lowered his eyes and refused to look at him, put his hands behind his back, and said indifferently: "Please? What about when I beg you?"

As he said this, an almost childish grievance surged in his heart, as if it was full of pain that had been suppressed for an unknown amount of time and could not be vented.Perhaps when people are extremely sad, they instinctively know who else they can hurt.

Stabbing a knife in the chest of a lover is sometimes like a miserable green boy in the second stage of middle school who secretly kills himself with a knife, there is an indescribable pleasure.

"Will you be sad if I really die?" Chu Huan asked knowingly, turned his back in front of Nanshan, raised his feet and took another step towards the source of the light.

Before his footsteps fell, he heard a call that was almost hoarse: "Chu Huan!"

The voice seemed to come from behind, and it seemed to come from a farther place. The voice was torn apart, bringing out a wailing like a heart-pounding weeping blood.

Chu Huan's footsteps couldn't go down immediately. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the strong light in front of him. Take it back.

He held the tears that were pierced by the strong light, turned around and said to Nanshan behind him: "I like you, but I don't owe you anything."

Nanshan stared at him bewilderedly, and stretched out his hand to him without moving.

Chu Huan lowered his eyes, tears rolled down from the top of the eyelashes, at least he didn't make a face, Chu Huan wiped it casually, smiled at himself, turned around and held Nanshan's hand: "Well, even if I owe you Alright."

In an instant, the huge thrust swept away everything in front of him, Chu Huan's chest seemed to be hit hard, and he felt his body belatedly.

He felt heavy and tired, and it took all his strength to open his eyelids. Before he had time to feel that he was not burned to death, he heard the sound of a porcelain bowl being smashed.

The next moment, he was suddenly picked up and carried into his arms. Chu Huan was powerless to open his eyes, but he smelled the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus.

When Chu Huan has the strength to get out of bed, it will be a few days later.

As soon as he woke up, he found that he was back on the sacred mountain, in the house of Nanshan, the patriarch of the mountain guardians, which showed how long he had been in a coma.

"It" was completely burned, and the shadows had completely dissipated. Even the monsters on the mainland evaporated from the world overnight for some unknown reason.

Everything seems to have returned to its original state, and the people who were swallowed seemed to have had an upside-down dream.

It is said that Nanshan found him and the shrunken snake near the seawater mountain of Shenxing Island. According to Yuan Ping's description of running the train, his appearance at that time was very coquettish. .As soon as Nanshan took him down, the flower immediately fell apart with the ivy underneath, and turned into a pile of foam and sank into the sea——the following words Chu Huan suspected that Yuan Ping’an’s apprentice had read too many fairy tales. Made it up.

The sacred mountain is very lively every day, and even the gatekeeper's sentry post is not so strict after the monsters are gone.

After the catastrophe, it is natural to sing and dance for the rest of her life. The eldest sister Chunchun has become a spinning top, sweeping past like a whirlwind every day, preparing countless drinks and food, and sometimes helping to receive visitors who worship the holy mountain.

Chu Huan, who was "from outside", had a different status as the person who lit the torch.

Even at the patriarch's house, he couldn't hide from the growing crowd of onlookers, so after Chu Huan was able to get out of bed, he disappeared in front of everyone again.

Every day before dawn, he would take away a book he bought from Nanshan's home, and he would disappear into the depths of the mountain forest in a blink of an eye, and he would disappear completely, even covering up his smell, even for animals with the most sensitive noses. There was no trace of him.

Just disappear for a whole day, and come back to spend the night in the dead of night.

There is nothing wrong with Chu Huan's attitude. He is still very gentle and patient with Nanshan. He will follow Nanshan's topic when asked, and occasionally make a few jokes, but Nanshan just feels that there is something wrong with him.

"Can you not go out today?" Nanshan finally raised this sentence one morning, feeling a little nervous for no reason, "I'm here today, so don't let them bother you?"

Chu Huan paused when he heard the words, and readily agreed, and really stayed in the house for a day as promised.

He likes a corner with two sides against the wall, where he can see out of the window when he looks up. He sits in that place all day, basically not moving. Nan Shan finds that if he doesn’t make him talk, he seems to be turned into a ball of air——Yuan Ping came here once in the afternoon , glanced hurriedly around the room, and blurted out: "Run out again?"

A big living person was there, but Yuan Ping didn't seem to notice it. It wasn't until Chu Huan closed the book in his hand and coughed dryly that Yuan Ping noticed his existence.Nanshan knew that this was something experienced hunters knew more or less, restrained his aura, and intentionally made others ignore his existence.

Why is he like this?Nanshan's heart trembled suddenly.

Yuan Ping was stunned, and seemed to have noticed it, and he sat down beside Chu Huan carelessly: "Are you hatching eggs in the house all day? The mountain gate is about to turn around, so come out to have a drink with everyone at night. Tomorrow we will say goodbye."

Chu Huan glanced at him, and replied with prudence: "Oh, good."

Yuan Ping raised his eyes, and exchanged a serious look with Nan Shan.

Yuan Ping bumped Chu Huan with his shoulder: "What are your plans when you go back?"

Chu Huan casually turned over a page of the book: "Well, let me see if I can get some power supply equipment, I plan to buy a computer and come back."

"Who asked you about such trifles?" Yuan Ping interrupted him impatiently. "Aren't you going to contact Lao Wang? Aren't you going to visit our nephew? Aren't you planning to go back to work? Are you planning to pack your patriarch with you?" Go, or run to commute by yourself in the future?"

Chu Huan frowned slightly, and then opened it as if nothing had happened, as if he thought it was troublesome, he replied perfunctorily: "Let's talk about it."

He just sent Yuan Ping away.

Nanshan sent Yuan Ping out, Yuan Ping shook his head at him, and said in a low voice, "I also feel that something is wrong, he seems...he is awakened, but the god has not yet awakened, Patriarch, you have been working hard these days, you should pay more attention to him gone."

But Chu Huan can't just watch it if he wants to.

In the evening, the gatekeeper and the mountain guard mingled together for the last time. Even Ruge didn't refuse to toast, and he drank it in Yuan Ping's hand. There were bonfires and jubilant crowds everywhere. Nanshan realized that he was just a mistake. Chu Huan turned on his stealth skill again and disappeared into the crowd.

Nanshan was so anxious that he threw everything to Luge and looked around for people.

When he pulled up the fourth person to ask about Chu Huan's whereabouts, he was lightly patted twice on the shoulder.

Nanshan turned his head back too quickly, his expression seemed to be eating people, Chu Huan was forced to take a step back by his burning eyes, and asked inexplicably, "Are you looking for me?"

Nanshan grabbed Chu Huan and pulled him out of the crowd without any explanation.

He left all the clansmen of the two parties aside, dragged and dragged Chu Huan all the way, and brought Chu Huan home. The clansmen who didn't know the reason were still winking and whistling.

After entering the room and locking the door, Nanshan almost rudely pressed Chu Huan against the wall, and grabbed his shirt collar tightly, feeling that the collarbone under his hand protruded so hard that his hand was hurt.

Chu Huan was stunned, as if he felt that this posture was a bit ambiguous, he whistled lightly habitually, and teased: "Oh, what are you doing? Master, are you going to molest me?"