C2 A Lonely Youth

It was the third month of spring, and the birds and the grass were growing. The catkins were flying in the sky, but at the same time, it also took away the hearts of the children. Children were already at the age of playing, so how could they withstand such temptation? In the future, when they could put down the package in their hands, they hurriedly left the house. In twos and threes, the village was in a mess. The originally quiet village was soon covered by the sounds of hip-hop.

When the adults saw their own children arguing, they were also filled with joy. Their eyes were filled with hope for the future. Everything seemed to be so peaceful. However, not far away from everyone, a young man whose entire body was covered in dust was still standing there. There was an indescribable loneliness in his eyes.

The young man absolutely could not go up and play with them. As usual, his joining could only attract fists and curses. He seemed to be a natural abandoned child, and even the elders in the village disdained to look at him directly.

The young man did not know what he had done wrong. Of course, no one would explain it to him. Ever since he was young, he had been playing alone, growing up alone.

The youth didn't have a name, no background, only a grandfather that he interacted with day and night. Perhaps the only mother-in-law who was willing to treat him well had also passed away when he was very young. That was why from then on, everyone called him a mourning star.

Rubbing the corner of his mouth that still had bruises, the youth laughed self-deprecatingly. There was an indescribable vicissitude on his childish face. He had experienced too much of the world's cold. He seemed to have already forgotten his original childishness. After living here for ten years, the youth constantly felt a torment that came from the bottom of his heart.

Perhaps because he was used to this unique treatment, in the end, he dragged his tired body and left. He did not have the slightest bit of nostalgia and only left behind a thin figure that gradually disappeared in the wind.

[Child, you're back?] The one who spoke was the young man's grandfather, the only family member of the young man in the village.

The old man's surname was Mu, and his single name was Ya. His skills were quite impressive in the village, and he seemed to be the leader of the village. However, just like the young man, he was not welcomed by the villagers. Moreover, due to some concerns, The old man had never let the young man practice martial arts with him. Now, the old man was about seventy years old, but he was hale and hearty. However, there was a trace of unresolvable bitterness between his brows all day long, adding to his aged appearance. At this moment, he was looking at the young man with a loving expression.

[Grandfather!]

When the young man saw his grandfather, he immediately forgot his previous unhappiness and pounced over happily. Since young, he could only truly release his emotions like a child in front of the old man.

The old man had no children. Usually, he treated the youth as his own grandson. Now, when he saw the youth return, his eyes were full of smiles. However, when he saw the injured corner of the youth's mouth, his smile immediately turned into heartache. He rubbed the youth's head and said with a pained expression: Child, they bullied you again, right?

No, I accidentally fell.

The young man looked up and pretended to be childish as he said with a smile. In order to not make it difficult for the old man, the young man learned to lie when he was five years old. Now, he was already familiar with lying.

However, this time, the old man was not fooled by the young man. Instead, he looked at the carefree young man who was laughing. He gently sighed. How could he not know the attitude of the villagers towards his child? It was just that this child was willing to hold all the grievances in his heart in order to make him feel less worried. When he thought of this, he could not say what he felt in his heart. Tears appeared in his eyes. [Child, it has been hard on you all these years!]

The young man could not bear to see the old man sad. He hurriedly and obediently used his little hands to wipe away the tears at the corner of the old man's eyes. [Grandpa, don't cry. I'm fine. ]

At the same time, he thought to himself that he should try to hide from his grandfather in the future. He could not let his grandfather worry anymore. When he thought of this, the young man's originally clear eyes revealed a touch of helplessness that made people feel sad.

However, he heard the old man let out a long sigh. [Child, don't blame them. They also have their own difficulties. ]

The old man's hands trembled, and his eyes were filled with excitement. [Everything is the will of the heavens. The will of the heavens is messing with people!]

[Will of the heavens?]

The young man muttered. After a long while, he raised his head and looked out the window. His tone was surprisingly calm. I know that there is no hatred for no reason. I don't blame them.

The old man was slightly stunned. Obviously, he did not expect the young man to say such a thing. But soon, his face was filled with gratification. Child, you are right, there is no hatred for no reason. It can be seen that although you are young, you are more sensible than many adults. ]

Speaking up to here, the old man seemed to be very angry, and his face flushed red.

The youth knew that the old man was dissatisfied with the attitude of the villagers towards him. However, he knew that there was definitely a reason behind all of this. Moreover, he vaguely felt that it was related to his own background.

The youth had asked about his background a long time ago, but the old man did not tell him that time. Instead, he got drunk that night and became unconscious. Since then, the young man didn't dare to ask again.

However, this time, the old man seemed to have seen through the youth's thoughts. He patted the youth's head and smiled amiably. There was a bit of unwillingness and relief in his smile.

It's been ten years. It's time to let you know.

The old man seemed to have thought it through and decided not to hide it anymore. He held the young man's hand and slowly said, I've buried the secret in my heart for ten years. Today, I'll tell you.

However, for some reason, when the young man heard his grandfather's words, he suddenly lost the joy of knowing everything. Instead, he became terrified. The story unfolded in the old man's sentimental memories.

That year, the snow sealed the mountains. There were a few new kids in the village. It was so lively.

The old man hugged the young man on his lap and said with a nostalgic tone, [The little guys are so beautiful. ] They are very likable, but they can't drink milk. Every day, I cry until my heart breaks, so I can only gather a few experts from the village. I'm preparing to go up the mountain and find some beast milk for the little fellows to replenish their health. At the same time, I'll also bring back some winter food for the village.

When the young man heard this, he couldn't help but sigh. Thinking back, his grandfather was also an influential figure of the older generation in the village, but now he had fallen into such a state.

A group of people, including my son, there are a total of seventeen men! The old man seemed to be filled with emotion and reminiscence. The young man had never heard of his grandfather having a son before. When he recalled that he was adopted by the old man later on, the uneasiness in his heart immediately intensified.

When the old man saw the strange look on the young man's face, he held the young man's hand tightly. There was less vicissitude in his eyes, and there was more gratification in them. Seventeen people. They went on their way at dawn. It was so lively when they left. Everyone in the village came to see us off.

Just like that, we carried everyone's expectations and left very smoothly. On the second day, we found a few female goats with ample milk. In less than four days, we got all the food we needed. Everyone was so happy that I allowed them to get drunk. I looked at this group of half-grown children and was also drunk. Speaking of which, The old man paused again and stared blankly at the youth, lost in thought. His gaze was so deep that it seemed as if it could pierce through time.

The young man liked to see his grandfather immersed in his memories. It was as if only at this moment could the old man temporarily put down the pain in his heart that no one knew about.

But just as we were about to go down the mountain the next day, I heard a burst of crying.

[Crying. . . Sound, it's the wind, right?] The young man suddenly trembled, as if he had thought of something. He immediately asked in a somewhat frightened manner.

The old man shook his head. His wrinkled face was as calm as an ancient well: It's not the wind. I can tell at once.

The young man's face immediately darkened.

The old man continued: [I brought everyone to follow the sound of the crying. Sure enough, we found a crying baby in a valley. ]

Hearing this, the young man felt his hands and feet go cold. The smart him seemed to have guessed that something bad would happen next.

However, the old man didn't notice the strange look on the young man's face this time. He was still addicted to it and said, But just as I was about to carry the baby, an evil tiger suddenly jumped out from behind the team and tore Little Six's father apart on the spot!

When the old man said this, he was quite excited. The young man recognized Little Six. The bruise on the young man's mouth had been beaten by him. However, at this moment, there was no reason for him to hate him anymore. The young man subconsciously lowered his head.

I was furious at that time. I drew my long saber and charged forward. However, that beast was formidable. Even if I used my full strength. . . Luckily, your uncle and a few others blocked it from the side. Only then did I cut his throat. I've been hunting for many years. I've seen many tigers, but I've never seen a tiger as hard to deal with as this one. Just that head alone is a lot bigger. But before we can catch our breath. . . Another three identical tigers scuttled out from the forest.

The old man paused for a moment, then let out a helpless sigh. I admit that today is not a good day. It was only because of the suffering of these young men and that child that I decided to risk my life to protect them. Who would have thought that those children would feel heartache for my old man? They threw the child to me and rushed over.

Speaking up to here, the old man's voice was a little choked with sobs. The young man still had his head down and it was hard to tell what expression he had.

They are all men with loud and clear voices!

The old man's eyes were covered with a layer of water vapor. My old man did not care about shame. He carried the child and ran away with his life on the line. But none of the 16 men came back. ]

In the end, the old man could no longer tell whether he was regretting or blaming himself. He let the tears on his face run amok. Ha, sixteen men, just like that, all gone. I'm sorry for them, I'm sorry for them!]

The old man was immersed in regret and could not extricate himself, but he did not realize that the young man had already jumped out of his embrace and was standing at the door in a daze.

[Haha, you're right. It's me. It really is me. ] The young man laughed miserably. His originally delicate and pretty face was filled with malevolence. He had already guessed that it would be like this, but when he heard it with his own ears, he still could not bear the pain.

Haha, Fallenstar, Fallenstar! The young man charged out like a madman, and only the old man with a panicked expression remained standing there with regret.

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