Nan Chan

Kawako ran out of breath and still dared not stop. He was drilled in the weed bushes, and the branches were on the head. He lifted his arms and blocked his arms, and his arms were beaten with hot and hot cones. I couldn’t hear anything in my ear, only my own rapid breathing.

Chuanzi ran in chaos, until he was tripped, and the body tilted down the **** and rolled into the stream. His arms were shaking as he stood up. He still wants to run, but finds that his legs don't listen at all. Chuanzi supported the elbow and let the upper body climb out of the stream and fell on the mud. He gasped for a breath, only feeling whirlwind, and finally bury his head in the grass to vomit.

Until the sun sank in the mountains, Chuanzi was slowed up. His hands groped in the chest, licking the **** that had been pressed into a cake, and ate it in the mouth of the stream. When he had a bottom in his stomach, he supported the tree and walked slowly.

Paint night is like a dream, Kawako can't tell the truth. He was cold and hot, just walking like this, as if he could go home. In the middle of the night, he touched himself and his body was hot, and the wet underwear was cold, and he was so dizzy that his eyes were still stunned.

Chuanzi fell to the ground and could not get up. He seemed to hear the dog bark, and a pair of boots stepped on the thorns and forks, ending in front of his eyes.

Chuanzi burned fiercely, and his body was wiped over and over again. The cold shower between the foreheads was replaced overnight. The woman leaned on the couch and whispered tears for him. The jade-like hand opened his wet hair and stroked his forehead again and again.

Kawako is pale in his dreams. He is like a body displayed under the sun, except for exposure, and no use. He is so greedy for the finger, it reminds him of a woman, but forgets her appearance. The pain that followed has made him unable to stand up. He left home, as if he could never go back.

Kawako didn’t know what he was, he just cried in the raging fire. He is afraid of everything, because he can't remember the look of her mother. His remaining courage was deprived of illness and changed back to the unguarded child, and crying was the only vent.

The woman surrounded Chuanzi, and the gentle and warm shoulders became the fortress of Chuanzi. He leaned in it and fell into the darkness of the bottomless.

When Chuanzi wakes up, the day is already bright. He looks sideways and looks at him. He doesn't remember to run away, and he doesn't remember to shrink. He looked at the window, as if he had never seen flowers and plants for a long time.

When the door opened, a man came in and he was born with a bear. He sat down on the bedside of Kawako, and the explorer touched the amount of Kawako.

"Wait a moment." The man's voice was loud, "The porridge is coming, and it is not too late to eat something."

Kawako's gaze moved to him, and the man couldn't help but praise him. Seeing Kawako's eyes are sharp and bright, he couldn't be afraid of half a minute.

This double eye is not born.

"My surname is Gu." The man is in the color, "single word. Here is the darts along the river, don't be afraid, last night it was accompanied by Jing Jing. Although our couple have no children, they have apprentices seven or eight, not bad people. When you can speak, tell your hometown, I will send it back."

Gu Zhiguang was upright, but Chuanzi failed to return home. Because when he was able to speak, there was a blank in his head, and he couldn’t remember what he looked like in his hometown. Gu Zhi and his wife took him along the river repeatedly and inquired in the town, but never found where the Chuanzi family was. Gu Zhi couldn't bear to put him in the side, and he took it under his knees and became a small apprentice.

"If you don't remember the name, you will follow the name of the teacher. Just call Gu Shen."

Since then, Gu Shen has been searching for a "return" word for a half-life. He was the first to be a dartmaster. After that, he took a quick catch and the days were poor. His feet never stopped. Whether it is along the Zhucheng City, or in the south, he is looking for a visit. But everywhere is strange, the memory of "Niang" is gradually filled by the gentleness of the mother, "爹" seems to be the hero of Gu Zhi.

However, he did not understand how he would not stop. He seemed to be pushed and stumbled in this aimless trek. He is carrying his own debts, and there is no end to this life.

The copper bell is crisp, and Gu Shen has already caught up behind the mountain god. He slowed down and walked on the side of the mountain god. The mountain **** is backed up by the rattan and has become an ugly monster that drags the mud.

Gu Shen is a step closer and feels a soft heart. He asked the mountain god: "...you can know me."

The mountain **** is tender and watery, holding the little wild ghosts, and seeing him deeply. Gu Shen followed him, and he still didn't understand why he was following him. Gu Shen is like a demon, and becomes involuntarily.

The sky was lifted from the net, stepping on the body, and chasing on the swaying branches. They looked down and saw more and more wild ghosts running through the grass. They chased the mountain gods, and the mountain gods did not refuse to put them in the rattan.

"So many little wild ghosts." Cang said, "How many children have died here."

"Hundreds of thousands." The branches are flourishing, and the net Lin and the stone together clench the clothes of the sky, and the wind blows long hair. He said, "They will catch people in prison. I am banned here, forcing the girls to pick up the passengers, and the children who have given birth will be sold again. You see that the building in the city is well-organized, how can the children be cared for and not sold. Then he died in the city."

"Is it all buried in the mountains?" It is the heart of the coffin, and it must be horrified by the little wild ghosts running through the mountains.

"Hsu is fed to the demon." Jing Lin tightened his fingertips and fell into a difficult blank. The sky can't be seen, and it is never easy to say this to Jinglin.

"Children are also all physical tires." Cang said, "People treat people like this, and practice it. This is not the same as pigs and dogs. The evil spirits are not short in time, and they are fed by people, I am afraid not Good deal."

"I don't think it's really good to deal with it." Net Lin set aside the hair of the sky and let him look at the mountain god. "He is not a god, not a demon. It is not a demon. He was born here and raised by the mountains and spirits before he was formed." This appearance can move freely. Do you know who he is?"

Seeing the mountain gods creeping, the numerous rattans crawled like snakes, but the little wild ghosts were not afraid. They lay peacefully in the arms of the mountain gods, listening to the mountain gods singing in the moon, shaking them in the starry night. .

They all call him "mother."

The sky is somewhat difficult to confirm: "Is it the mother of Gu Shen?"

"It is the mother of Gu Shen." Jing Lin said, "It is also the mother of all the children in this world who have suffered from this sin."

The so-called all things are living, the vegetation is also heart. The mountains can hear the crying of the children over the years, and they can see countless mothers who have been searching for them. The city in the mountains is indestructible, and the mountains are listening to the day and night, and the crying of the echoes all the time is watering the heavens and the earth. Between this resentment and hatred, there is still the most sincere love. The anger of the gods and gods does not lead to nine days of favor, but the mountain stone is moved by it.

Gu Shen’s mother was also chasing here. I don’t know how many years ago, a strong woman leaned against the wall and listened to the crying of the city’s endless night. She also pursued half a life, chasing white hair all over the life, and chasing her eyes.

My son, my son.

The call outside the mountains is enduring, the mountains are tears, and the vegetation is called. They become them and become non-human and non-folk.

"If there is also a mother of Gu Shen." Cang said, "Why did she ignore him."

"Gu Shen is only six or seven years old when he leaves home." Jing Lin said, "It has been more than 30 years now, even if his mother is still alive, it is not necessarily recognized."

The sky stopped, and he lived in the treetops. Seeing the mountains and winds, he seemed to hear the call.

"I don't understand." said the sky.

Is it true that Gu Shen has been hard for many years, and he has been tired for a long time, so he is a strange meeting. Even if the sky does not know the bitterness, it is also bitter in this chewing. The tip of his tongue is the taste of the koi, which is a bitter word from the winter forest to the Gu Shen.

Is this world love word no more than suffering? If this is the case, what is worthwhile for a person to be alive is not as good as a life, but a quiet sleep, no knowledge of the other things, for a lifetime.

The two of them watched from a height, and they saw that Gu Shen was also step by step, so he was not desolate. While waiting quietly, I suddenly heard the sound of drunken mountains and rivers.

"This thing is not open, and it is difficult to distinguish between good and evil. Although it has the power of demonization, it is also a crime of murder. Moreover, the heart of the grass is not like a meteorite. It is also common to turn the day. If he comes to Japan to kill, he wants to kill. Not the disaster of this place!"

The magic wand casts a golden light, blocking the way of the mountain god. The mountain **** is ignorant, still holding the children, and moving forward.

"You have the power of demonization, and now I will go to see the soul of the prison, and when I report to the king, you will be able to pass the merits. On the nine days, the sages will come forth in large numbers, and I will find a master for you and teach you to be clear. Evil, it’s not too late to put it down again.” The drunk mountain squats with one hand and turns the stick, blocking the arms. “With me, there will be no one to dispose of you at will.”

"How familiar is this word." The sound of the sky, shouting in the distance, "What is wrong with him? This place is to feed the demon, it should be your gods to do things, he personally do the work, is it still subject to some punishment?"

"The rules are like this." The drunk mountain is on the sleeves of the sky. "This is the law of heaven and earth!"

"I can't get on the sky, I don't want to go down." Cang sneer, "The law of heaven and earth shuts my ass. I want to stay here tonight, you have to do it."

"The nonsense!" Drunken Mountain hates iron and does not become steel. "Your way is still shallow. I don't know how high the earth is, and I dare to argue the law of the heavens and the earth! You can know that before the millennium, the chaos of the three realms, the evil spirits, the things are bitter, if not the monarch Turning the tide and making the law, how can I talk about it today!"

"I don't recognize him, I don't know the law." The sky pointed to the sky. "I was born in white porcelain, not born in heaven. Your father is afraid to recognize me, I Still have to listen to him? Good son has told you to do it, but also to let others follow him as a grandson, which is not too small, stinking monk."

The drunken mountain scepter shook the golden mans, and the little wild ghosts between the mountain gods and arms bent together to scream. The mountain **** cane is covered, and the mud roots are turned over to block the mans of the drunken mountains.

Drunken Mountain is a great drink: "I am waiting for the law. Is it up to you to be kidnapped? Grab him and catch him! How can you do it!"

The mountain **** was hit hard by the rod, and he heard the sound of the mountains, and the grass was sore. The nameless fire on the sky, he jumped from the sky, and Lin Lin left, he turned over and fell in the drunkard's falling magic wand, pressed down and stepped down and wandered down the wand.

"I don't know how to be good!" Drunk Mountain screamed and slammed the scepter.

The coffin leaned back and listened to the sound of the stick. He returned to the wand and was about to wand, but he saw that the drunken mountain, which had always been rushing, was going back. The palm of his hand was empty, and he couldn’t turn back. The drunken mountain had already hit him on the left side, and the sky suddenly slipped.

The sky was unfolding and the five fingers were shaken. The drunken mountain ridge only feels a flower in front of him, and the chest is as heavy as it is. He snorted and threw his wand and slammed his resistance. The drunken mountain slammed immediately, and the sky slammed into the ground, and the magic wand was on the facade. Hearing the sound of a slamming sound, the drunken mountain slammed the face, and when he saw it, the sky was blocked by the arm in his heart. The scales slide, and the magic wand can't enter again! The arms of the sky were shaken, and the magic wand could not be pressed.

Drunken Mountain is still saying: "Look for death!"

The sky is lifted and the drunk mountain is back. The tiger's mouth of his grip was shocked and shocked. It can be seen that the repair of the sky is amazing, and it seems that every day is long! This is what is shocking. It was originally expected that he would become a disaster in Japan, but now he feels that this "coming to Japan" is afraid of far away!

"The demon is outside." The drunken mountain screams, "You have been trained to be eccentric, what is he feeding you? Heaven is good for reincarnation, killing people but paying for it!"

"I have said that you are going to take a break." The sky was still numb with his arms, and he suddenly felt unhappy. He only felt that something was wrong. When he looked back, he found that Jinglin was gone!

"You don't have to look again. I have asked people to clean him up tonight." The drunken mountain chilled, "Look at what the sacredness is!"