Pursuit of the Truth

But after passing through the group of children around Ula, the gloomy smell of the mountain marks disappeared. His expression did not change. He just took out some beautifully carved bones from his arms and handed them to the children. Happy cheers.

Su Ming saw that the mountain marks were smiling. Although the smile was very weak, although it was only a moment, Su Ming saw that the corner of the mountain mark, at that moment, a happy smile.

As the leader of the Wushan Ministry, he must be indifferent and must be scared. His suffocation and **** must be the most. Only then can he shock the foreigners and shock the family. Small, go to protect... his home!

In front of the world, the world is gradually clear. This kind of clarity is Su Min’s inner feelings, not his eyes, because it is clear, the sound in the ear is gradually no longer blurred, Su Ming stands there, he bows his head and sees Your own body, that is the body of a teenager.

"Lasu brother!!" When Su Ming looked at his body, there was a bit of anxious voice in his ear. When he looked up, he saw that he was pouting at the moment, and his look was very depressed.

"You are jealous, I have found you, you pretend not to hear, hey, I am not playing with you." This little girl is obviously very angry, now pouting, no longer care about Su Ming, but hug The doll ran towards the distance, behind her, and Pippi quickly followed, jumping and hopping, as his master went away.

"Three days of creation... tell me, I can be here... in my home, live for three days." Su Ming closed his eyes, but after he had a few moments, he immediately opened because he did not want to waste his eyes. In time, he will spend all his time and firmly remember all of this.

Really good, fake or not...

"Here, it is my home." Su Ming took a big step and walked quickly forward. He wanted to see his grandfather. This feeling expanded in his heart indefinitely until it filled all his body and mind.

He walked past Lei Chen, Lei Chenla shrugged his head, let his mother reprimanded, and saw Su Ming walked by the side, but also made a grimace to Su Ming, a helpless look.

But this expression is somehow seen by his mother, and it is even more angry. Grab the ear of Lei Chen directly. Started another round of reprimands.

Su Ming walked past Ula and the children, and his arrival made these children happy. When I was yelling at La Sue, the only thing that had just arrived was a small face. A face is dissatisfied and squatting beside.

"Rousseau brother is swearing, obviously saying good, but not playing."

As for Ula, there was a hint of contempt in the look. He did not pay attention to Su Ming. All these Su Ming did not care. He smiled at the children, and in the anxiety of the heart, he walked directly. Until he stood outside a house, this is where the Agong lived.

He stood at the door and raised his right hand, but he didn't dare to open the curtain. He was afraid, afraid that it was just a dream. All this was fake. When I opened the leather account, I saw a nothingness and saw that it was empty.

His body is shaking, he... afraid.

"Is it Xiao Suming? What are you doing outside? Why don't you come in." In Su Ming's fear and suffering, his ears echoed the familiarity that came out of this house. Let Su Ming suddenly red eyes.

The voice, like the gentleness of the memory, the kindness, the voice is like the kindness in the memory, like the elders, let Su Ming hear the moment, he can no longer resist, picked up the leather account, saw it. ... sitting there knees, smiling at him... Agong Mosang!

The wrinkles on Agong’s face are unforgettable by Su Ming. The whiteness of his hair is the trace that Su Ming will not wear out in his life. The soft voice, the familiar atmosphere, all this kind, let Su Ming see it. For a moment, his tears flowed out.

At this time, he is not a murderous killer, not the landlord who caused the Tianmen to collapse, not the worship of the ancestors, nor the years of going out, learning to be cold, learning the fate of forbearance, but... A wanderer who left his hometown for many years and finally came back and looked at his loved ones.

"Agong!!" Su Ming's body at the moment is a teenager. He shed tears and ran to the side of Agong. He hugged Mosang and his tears could not stop flowing.

"Agong, I miss you... I... I miss the tribe, I miss everything here, Ah Gong..."

How many years of bitterness, how many years of missing, how many years of crying, and that false judgment, these, Su Ming does not care, he does not want to think, his only thought at the moment is to hold the Agong I don't want to let go. This is his warmest place in this life. This is... his relatives, his home.

Even if it is fake, even if it does not exist, but Su Ming does not want to think, he told himself that this is true, this warmth is also true, everything here is true.

A glimpse of Mosang, looking at Su Ming, who was holding her tears, revealed the meaning of doubt, but did not say anything, but patted Su Ming's back, the smile on his face was more kind.

"Little Ras, how to cry, this is not like you, come, tell Agong, who is bullying you, Ah Gong gives you support!"

At this moment, Su Ming has a thousand words, but he can't say it. At this moment, he can tell Agong, how many years have he been, he is not willing to break such warmth, this is only three days of warmth, he cherishes it. .

A deep exhaustion, Su Ming's heart, but he did not want to sleep, because he did not give up, after a long time, he wiped away the tears, slowly loosened the Agong, looked at this in front of him Su Ming whispered more than the old man who was younger in memory.

"Agong, nothing, I have a dream."

"What dream? Let my family's little Rassu be so scared, like a few years ago, holding Ah Gong crying." Agong kindly smiled and touched Su Ming's head.

"I dreamed that after a few years, the tribe would fight with the Montenegrin Ministry. I dreamed of the migration of the tribe. I was far away... I still dreamed that I was alone, wandering outside..." Su Ming murmured and said his experience. It’s just that the words are a lot shorter, but every word contains his life.

With Su Ming's words, Agong's look gradually became dignified from a smile. Gradually, he looked at Su Ming for a long time, for a long time, until Su Ming's dream ended, Ah Gong frowned.

"Really... fake..." Agong closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened half a mile, he looked at Su Ming.

"This is a dream. Now that you are awake, don't care about everything in this dream. Ah Gong can tell you that Ah Gong is true!"

Su Ming nodded silently. He looked at the Agong and had words that could not be played until the outside was getting late, until there was a trace of exhaustion in the look of Agong.

Su Ming gently stood up and bowed to Agong, with disappointment, but this nostalgia, he walked out of this house.

The setting sun sets and the soft sunshine fills the earth, causing a shadow of the house's leather account in the Wushan tribe. It is a smoky smog. It is the shredded tobacco of the tribe's people preparing dinner, lingering toward the sky, with the sunset. The cloud blends, when people look at it, is beautiful and beautiful.

From the time of leaving Wushan, there is no warmth that is no longer there. At this moment, Su Ming’s heart emerges. This kind of warmth is different from the ninth peak. The ninth peak is kindness, friendship, teacherhood, and here... is hometown. the taste of.

Looking at the tribes who were busy at the twilight in the tribe, watching the tribe's door open, the soldiers who went out hunting and returning, looking at all around, Su Ming suddenly could not tell.

He can't tell the difference. Yesterday's self is a dream, or what it is today is a dream.

Su Mingzhen stood there until there was an arm, and he slammed it on his shoulder. Su Ming’s subconscious pupils shrank, and his left hand raised a hand that grabbed the shoulder and turned his body. With his right hand pointing, with the cold light in the eyes, he went to the person behind him.

This is almost his subconscious behavior, the instinct that he developed over the years. At the moment, Su Ming immediately forced it away, turned into a fist, and gently squatted on the shoulder of the man behind him.

"Lei Chen!" This punch is a touch between brothers, a kind of miss.

It was Lei Chen who shot to Su Ming. He laughed and let Su Ming’s fist lie on his body. His look was smug.

"As for your little fist, I have nothing to do with a few more times. What are you doing here, what are you doing, my grandmother told me to ask you to eat in the past."

Su Ming looked at Lei Chen, his face showed a smile, stepped forward, hugged Lei Chen, hugged and hugged, and hugged the Agong is not the same, this is the friendship between the brothers!

"What's wrong? How are you so strange today..." Lei Chen stunned, letting Su Ming hug himself. After a moment, when Su Ming reappeared to him, Lei Chen saw Su Ming’s eyes as if he had not seen for many years. Vicissitudes.

Lei Chen scratched his head and looked at Su Ming with doubts. He even raised his hand to touch Su Ming’s forehead.

"I'm not right, I am sick." When Lei Chen was squatting, he had already raised his hand. When he was about to touch Su Ming's eyebrows, he suddenly had a meal and looked at Su Ming carefully.

"It's really not right, you don't even avoid it!"

"You are sick!" Su Ming smiled and said such a sentence.

"Yes, this is normal." Lei Chen grinned, patted Su Ming's shoulder, and hammered his chest.

"Su Ming, I have a pretty disabilities, and do not worry, I've told you is true, after anyone who dares to bully you, to see how I beat him!

When I became a patriarch, hey, I will protect you when I am, two brothers, drink every day, eat meat every day, let Beiling go out hunting every day, let the dust be happy... Oh, forget it, let her stay with you. All right. Lei Chen smiled and walked in front, taking Su Ming to the road back to his leather account.

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