It was already late at night, and it was pitch black and the scenery was invisible. But the mountains were not quiet, with beasts roaring, shaking the mountains and rivers, thousands of trees shaking, and the chaotic leaves fell.

Among the mountains and valleys, beasts are rampant, ancient seeds appear, and all kinds of terrible sounds are rising and falling in the dark, and it is about to split the world.

In the mountains, a soft light appeared from afar. Under the dark and endless night and among the mountains, it was like a candlelight swaying, and it would be extinguished at any time.

As we get closer, we can see that there is half a huge dead tree there, the trunk is more than ten meters in diameter, and it is charred all over. Except for half the main trunk, it only has a weak branch, but it is emitting vitality. The branches and leaves are as crystal clear as green jade, and soft light spreads, covering a village.

To be precise, this is a lightning-striking tree. Many years ago, it encountered lightning through the sky. The huge crown and vigorous vitality of the old willow tree were destroyed.

Now there is only a stump of meter high left on the surface, which is astonishingly thick. The only willow branch is like a green sacred chain, with a halo covering and protecting the entire village, making this residence hazy and like a fairyland, which looks very mysterious in this great wilderness.

All households in the village are stone houses, and the night is late, and the place is peaceful and peaceful, as if it is separated from the darkness and beast roars outside.

"No!"

The night was not over, and the world was hazy, suddenly, and an old cry sounded in this quiet stone village that was as isolated from the world.

Brush!

After being called, torches quickly lit up in the dark and quiet stone village, and there were shadows at the sound.

Everyone in Shi Village was very familiar with the cry of sorrow. Whether it was adults or children, everyone who heard it knew that the owner of the voice was the old village chief of Shi Village.

"Quick! Something happened!"

"The village chief's voice must be something wrong with the child!"

"Oh, poor child, so young, has experienced such a tragic encounter."

"I hope that the child can survive the lucky appearance of the human and heavenly world!"

The crowd holding torches walked towards the residence of the old village chief.

While walking, several village women were whispering in regret.

It is not difficult to hear from their words that the old village chief’s sorrow just now was because of a child, a child with a pitiful life experience.

A child who may not be able to survive tonight!

After a few conversations, there was a sigh, and then the quietness in the stone village returned to its original state.

Only the sound of footsteps and bright torches prove that someone is acting.

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Shicun is not big, and it doesn’t take much time to get from the end of the village to the entrance of the village.

Soon, the people who were close to each other were already standing in front of the old village chief’s door.

"Village Chief! That child...is it okay?"

The burly man Shi Linhu hesitated outside the door for a long time, and after speaking for a long time, he asked this question.

"Squeak!"

There was no response. After a few breaths, the village chief's door opened from inside, revealing the old village chief's old face.

The wrinkled face was full of fatigue and turbid eyes, and worried. Even if he didn't say anything or respond, this expression had already understood everything.

That poor child...mostly, he can't survive it.

"Come in!" Seeing the gathering of more and more people, Laocunzhan sighed, turned around and walked into the house.

As the old village chief walked into the stone house, the scene in the stone house was clearly presented to everyone.

There is a small stove in front of the door of the stone house. The stove has no fire and there is no food in the pot. However, people recently can smell the residual milk fragrance when they walk past the stove.

Only the first picture makes people understand that this family has a child, a child without a mother feeding him.

After entering the door, I walked around the stove at the door, and the interior furnishings also caught my eye.

A stone table, four stone benches, and a stone bed is placed near the window. A thick bed is covered with several thick beds.

This is a simple room for the elderly to live in.

The only difference should be... a small baby lying on the thick bed of the stone bed.

The baby looked less than one year old, with a pale complexion without a trace of blood.

The baby's eyes were closed, as if he was sleeping soundly.

However, from the inaudible babbling sounds that came from time to time from time to time, we could tell that he was not asleep.

It should have been a baby with a very cute and charming pink and jade-like appearance, but it gives people a feeling of death.

It was as if, in the next second, the child could die at any time.

The baby's lips were as red as blood, which was in a strong contrast with his miserable pale and bloodless face.

On the side of the baby's swaddle, there was a handkerchief and a white handkerchief stained with bright red.

Blood!

The white handkerchief is covered with blood!

In this way, the baby's bright red mouth also had a reasonable explanation.

It was not the contrast between the color of his lips and the pale complexion, but the fact that his lips, which were also bloodless, had been stained with blood.

Blood spit out from his little mouth.

A child under one year old vomits blood...

"this......"

Seeing the handkerchief dyed red by the blood next to the baby, a trace of regret appeared on Shi Linhu's face.

The old village chief turned his head and looked at Shi Linhu with a numb expression. He did not say or respond. He walked to the crib step by step.

"It's a sin, such a young child..."

Behind him, a village woman looked at the baby's pale face and the handkerchief stained with blood, and couldn't help but curse with hatred.

It seems that someone has arrived.

Maybe I want to say my final goodbye to these uncles, aunts, grandparents who care about me.

The baby, who was clearly awake but closed his eyes and could only make inaudible babbling sounds from his mouth due to pain, actually opened his eyes after everyone arrived.

While the baby opened his eyes, everyone also saw his eyes.

Innocence, innocent, full of spirituality!

After seeing the baby's gaze, such words flashed through everyone's hearts.

This...is a completely different look from the first time they saw this child, with only the ignorant chaos in their eyes.

This...maybe the look this child should have.

However, when everyone saw the spirituality in the child's eyes, they did not feel happy at all.

Because, they know that this... is mostly a rebirth, the last brilliance.

This child is saying his final farewell to everyone in his best condition.

In... the last moment of his life.

"Yaah!"

The particularly clear cry came into everyone's ears and also rang in everyone's hearts.

Listening to the clear voice of the child for the first time since he was sent to Shicun, everyone's heart suddenly suddenly came.

It was like a heavy hammer hitting the heart, hurting and heart-wrenching.

This is just a child, a child who is less than one year old!

Why, God wants him to suffer such anger, why, God is so unfair to him?

"Yaah! Ah..."

Looking at the old village chief sitting beside him, the baby in the cradle showed a bright smile at the old village chief.

However, this smile bloomed on his pale, bloodless face, which made everyone who saw it feel sad.

"ah!"

Looking at the love and regret in the old village chief's eyes, the baby seemed to understand that the other party was really good to him, and actually stretched out his hands to the old village chief with trembling.

"Good kid! Good kid!"

Seeing the baby's movement, the old village chief also trembled and gave birth to his hands, holding the baby in his arms.

I hug it tightly, for fear that once I let go, this little life will slip away from my life.

"Yaah!"

The baby seemed to be becoming more and more agile. Looking at the tears at the corners of the old village chief's eyes, the baby trembled and gave birth to thin arms, and placed his small palm on the corners of the old village chief's eyes.

Gently... gently... the tears that the old village chief saw were gently gone.

"Master...ah!"

Maybe, he wanted to call him "Grandpa", maybe, he wanted to comfort him "Grandpa doesn't cry"
To be continued...