Dawn Star Lone Island

The winter is bitterly cold, and the Langyue Mountain is covered with snow.

In the early morning, the rooster crowed three times and the sky was white.

The sky outside the window gradually brightened. When the first ray of sunlight came in, the little stone rubbed his eyes and woke up.

After blinking and seeing Xinbai's figure by the window, Little Stone opened his mouth and called out in a daze, "Grandpa--"

Xinbai quickly turned around after hearing the sound, walked over quickly, and sat in front of the little stone bed, using a kind of kind voice that would make the disciples goosebumps when they heard, "Little stone is awake. Grandpa dresses little stone." ,OK?"

"Okay—" Little Stone yawned with his mouth open, then got up and stood sleepily on his little bed.

Xinbai picked up the warmly toasted clothes, put on the little stone gently, and finally put on the little hat, and hugged the little stone: "Hey, the little stone is gaining weight again, grandpa hug Not moving anymore."

"Daddy said, the fat white stone is the cutest." The stone rubbed his eyes and said.

"Your dad? Which dad is you?" Xinbai finished asking, feeling uncomfortable. Little Stone replied seriously, "Chu Feiyang."

"How can I call my father by name casually? Who taught it?" Xinbai shook his head and taught.

"My dad called that when he was angry." Little Stone said confidently.

Xinbai was even more uncomfortable: "Then your father called it that way when he wasn't angry. Your father can call that way, you can't."

"Why?" Little Stone widened his innocent eyes, looking at Xinbai and asked.

Xinbai paused for a moment, and explained: "They are your Laozi, and you are their son. So your father can call but you can't call."

"Oh, why?" Xiao Shitou continued to question, and before Xin Bai could answer, he said to himself: "Oh, I know. Because Dad is Dad's wife, Xiao Shiu is Dad's son. , So Daddy can be called Ady Chu Feiyang, but Xiao Shitou can't be called."

Xinbai's face was distorted. This is the fact that he least wants to face. Even if the little stone is right in front of him, he can deceive himself, but he will be cruelly reminded of the terrible reality by Wuji Tongyan.

Looking at Xin Bai's unsightly face, Xiao Shi opened his small mouth, frowned his eyebrows, and sighed.

Xinbai didn't care about Chu Feiyang's affairs anymore, and quickly asked with concern: "What's the matter with the stone? What's the matter so worrying about, tell grandpa, grandpa will help you."

Little Stone took a look at Xinbai, and pursed his mouth: "Yesterday, Uncle Li told Little Stone a story."

It's just a story, Xinbai breathed a sigh of relief, and asked amiably, "What story, tell grandpa."

"He said that there used to be a wicked mother-in-law in their town who treated her daughter-in-law very badly. He beat her, scolded her, and refused to feed her. Uncle Li also said that all the mother-in-laws in the world are wicked mothers-in-law." Preached with a sad face.

"This...what about this?" Xinbai heard it inexplicably.

"Grandpa, Xiao Shitou knows that grandpa doesn't like Dad. But, grandpa, don't treat him badly. Don't beat him or scold him, or give him food." Xiao Shitou said, "Daddy is very sad." Okay, grandpa, don't dislike him."

Xinbai's eyes widened, and his beard moved: "Why should I beat him and scold him for not giving him food?! Flying up to him..." It was only halfway through that Xiao Shitou was talking about mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, so what he did? The daddy mentioned is obviously...that person...

Xin Bai's face turned green.

Little Stone looked at him with watery eyes, his small face bulging like a meat bun, as if he would cry for him if he didn't agree.

"Okay, okay. Little ancestor, you worry too much." Xinbai said helplessly, "I won't beat him or scold him, I will do it anyway." Think about the big disciple who has forgotten his filial piety again. He sighed and said to himself: "I have to dare to do it too."

"Great, Xiao Shitou likes Grandpa the most." Xiao Shitou smiled with tears, and his eyebrows were very similar to those of Chu Feiyang when he was a child.

Xinbai held his little hand and squeezed: "Go, go to have breakfast with Grandpa."

"En!" Little Stone nodded heavily and twisted against Xinbai's thigh, "Grandpa hug."

Xinbai happily picked up the little stone, and saw the little red rouge between the little stone's eyebrows, which was put on by the maids yesterday, and now it has become faint. Xinbai couldn't help but remember that when Feiyang and Yunshen were young, they were also dressed up like this. Two soft little babies circled around him all day, and now, in a blink of an eye, they all turned their elbows out, and they had a lover and forgot about their father.

"Stone likes his grandfather now, and when he grows up, he will marry a wife, and he will forget his grandfather." Xinbai touched the white and tender face of Little Stone, and sighed sadly.

"No, Xiao Shitou does not marry a wife, Xiao Shitou will always accompany his grandfather!" Xiao Shitou said vowedly.

"Well, the little stone will always be with Grandpa." Xinbai responded, holding the little stone and stepped into the snow.

There is no time in the mountains.

From the day that Chu Lin came here with his master, every day, he put a stone into the clear water pool behind the courtyard. Today, a small pile of smooth stones has accumulated on the bottom of the pool near the shore.

There was a big house by the woods at the foot of the mountain, with only a narrow wooden door, which was tightly closed. It has been standing there quietly from morning to the evening when the sun sets.

When it was getting late, the door finally moved slightly, making an imperceptible noise. After a while, with the sound of Kaka's rusty door shaft turning, the little door finally opened.

A short but capable figure came out from the inside, holding a sharp dagger in one hand, and a ferocious severed hand in the other, covered in blood, but the blood-stained little face appeared more white and tender.

The little boy walked steadily towards the river, looked at the pile of stones at the bottom of the pool, was silent for a moment, then squatted down to clean the blood on his face and hands. The thin red diffused in the water, slowly disappearing into the endless ripples.

Chu Lin took his severed hand and walked to the residence. When he entered the door, he saw the old man with gray beard sitting peacefully in the hall drinking tea.

Chu Lin bowed down respectfully and placed his severed hand on the ground in front of him. Although his mouth was a crisp childish voice, it was already unsteady and unsteady: "Master, I have taken the hand of the wicked man according to your request. Come, please have a look."

The old man finished his tea leisurely, then walked to the boy and looked at the severed hand on the ground.

"Yes. Feiyang took an hour to practice for the first time that day, but he was already two years older than you at the moment. Lin'er only took half a day to complete the task, which is comparable to your father." The old man said with satisfaction. .

A joyful smile appeared on Chu Lin's small face.

"But..." the old man groaned again.

"But what?" Chu Lin raised his head and looked at the old man seriously with his black and white eyes.

These eyes reminded the old man of another pair of almost identical eyes. The same beautiful pupils now carry completely different content. Those eyes must be full of innocence, like all children who have never been upset in the world, carefree, and radiant like the most beautiful black pearl. And the eyes that stared at him in front of them, although they were equally beautiful and handsome, had too many colors that shouldn't be possessed at this age. That is the color of blood.

"However, you and your father are still different." The old man touched his beard and said slowly.

"What's the difference?" Chu Lin bit his lower lip unwillingly.

"Is that wicked person dead or alive?" the old man asked suddenly.

Chu Lin was stunned for a moment, then replied, "I didn't kill him."

The old man chuckled and said, "When he was arrested by his teacher, he counted his ten most serious crimes. Lin'er thinks, should he die?"

Chu Lin lowered his head for a moment before raising his head again: "He deserves to die."

"Then why didn't you kill him?"

"I... Master only asked me to take his right hand." Chu Lin answered, lowering his head again.

"Feiyang's first practice took only one hour, because he had only one purpose from beginning to end, to kill the prey." The old man sat back in his master chair and held up the tea cup and said: "Kill the prey, It doesn't matter whether you want his hands or his head. You can't match his cruelty, so you are not as fast as him."

Chu Lin bit his lower lip and knelt straight.

The old man waved his sleeves, and a gust of wind lifted the little man up.

"Lin'er come over." The old man beckoned, and when Chu Lin came to him, the old man hugged him, wiped a little blood on his cheek with his finger, and sighed, "I'm not saying that you are inferior to you as a teacher. Father. You are just kinder than your father."

"My father is the most kind and good person." Chu Lin raised his head to look at the old man, and seriously defended.

The old man smiled and said: "Yes, of course he is a good person. If he has a trace of bad intentions, it will not be enough to atone for his sins by dying for the teacher."

"Yeah, what's going on, why did Xiao Lin'er get blood covered in blood?" At this moment, a voice suddenly penetrated, and then a handsome young man with a wind god, with a long bow on his back, and a strong costume came into the door. He was particularly capable, carrying a few rabbits and pheasants in his hands.

"Brother Xiaosong." Chu Lin yelled obediently.

"Xiao Lin'er practiced for the first time today, you know to go play." The old man scolded with a smile.

Komatsu put down the prey in his hand, hurried forward to pull Chu Lin in front of him, squeezed up and down, and cared: "How is it, is there any damage?" Turning to dissatisfaction with the old man: "It's all to blame for the master. , I suddenly let Xiao Lin'er do some practice without saying anything. How could I be prepared. Besides, how old he is, how can he deal with those big villains who have harmed the rivers and lakes for so many years? What should I do? ?"

The old man stood up, waved his hands and smiled: "It's okay, I can't tell the teacher about you. You quickly take your brother to wash up, let him rest early."

Komatsu responded and graciously took Chu Lin to the backyard.

After the three warm buckets of water were washed, Chu Lin turned into a white, tender and supple doll. He couldn't see the **** killing during the day.

Chu Lin was lying on the bed, and Komatsu skillfully rubbed several acupoints on his joints with his hands soaked in fragrance.

"Senior brother help you cast a trick to make Xiao Lin'er grow tall and mighty in the future!" Komatsu smiled and said to Chu Lin while carefully controlling his strength.

"Just like my father?" Chu Lin asked curiously.

"Yes, just like your father and my senior brother." Komatsu nodded his little nose and responded with a smile, "It was the master who helped the senior brother to press it at the beginning. Otherwise, he practiced martial arts so early, how could he grow into such a man? Stupid big man."

"My father is not stupid..." Chu Lin muttered, opened his ruddy mouth and yawned, and started to feel a little lethargic.

Komatsu calmed Chu Lin's whole body again, and after finishing packing his things, he blew out the lights and quietly walked out.

Chu Lin opened his eyes in the dark, and his little hand fumbled under the pillow, and he found out three peach pits, two larger and one smaller. He placed it in front of his face and looked at it quietly for a moment, gently Authentic: "Daddy, Daddy, brother, good night."

At the same time, far away on Langyue Mountain——

The little stone, who had fallen asleep obediently tomorrow, suddenly woke up, crying loudly, clear tears overflowed his eyes, and filled his white cheeks: "I want Lin'er, I want Lin'er..."

Xinyun in the study heard the sound and dashed over a few steps, lit a candle, and coaxed distressedly with the small stone in his arms, but he couldn't coax it well.

"Give it to me." With several pleasant bells sounded, a clear but gentle voice appeared behind him, and Xinyun hurriedly passed the little stone over.

The little stone slowly calmed down in the arms that exuded a faint fragrance, holding the long black hair hanging in front of his shoulders with both hands, and gradually fell asleep again.

"Lin'er, Little Stone missed you so much..." With tears still hanging on the side of Little Stone's cheeks, a slender finger gently wiped it away.

A pair of well-knotted hands wrapped those hands.

"Gao Fang, you are so beautiful, you are so fragrant..." Xinyun murmured obsessively, putting his hands on his lips and kissing gently.

Gao Fang walked to the bed, put a small stone on the bed, covered the quilt, then turned his head and smiled.

"Go back to the room early tonight."