It’s a pity that other things are easy to understand and are smart and excellent. However, when it comes to cooking, they always give unexpected surprises to the old man.

"Go out! Go out for me!" So every time Ranbai walked to the kitchen, the old man looked straight and complained that he had picked up a little ancestor, while cooking for Ranbai in different ways.

At the foot of the mountain and by the river, there is a wooden house.

A lifetime is enough.

"Grandpa." Ranbai tilted his head, held the bowls and chopsticks, and asked with a smile, "What is the world like?"

"This is a long story!" The old man was also a capable man when he was young. He talked endlessly about the stories he had before, one after another, and often forgot about time.

One loves to brag, the other is well-behaved and loves to listen.

That time was the easiest day in Ranbai's life.

So much so that later, I didn't dare to think about it again.

Human beings are so simple, as long as they have a companion, the old man is old but has a tough body. He treats Ranbai as his own daughter to hurt him. Knowing that she is afraid of the chill, he also picked up the needle and thread to make her a piece of clothing. Unfortunately, he made it twists and it is difficult to look directly at it.

Ranbai was wearing it as a baby and said with a smile that she liked it like this.

It is said that humans are afraid of the blood clan, but from the day when Ranbai was picked up, the old man regarded it as his own child, no matter whether it was Ranbai or a human or a demon.

Later Ranbai thought, it would be great if she hadn't gone out that day, it would be great if she didn't go up the mountain that day, it would be great if she drowned directly in the river.

No matter what, no matter what, as long as you don't meet him.

Don't disturb his leisure.

That's fine.

It was a rainy day.

The light rain keeps getting upset.

The Blood Guard found Ranbai, and took the weapons and surrounded the wooden house firmly, allowing the old man to hand over the person.

The old man is a stubborn man. He has lived so much age and has never been threatened by anyone. How can he do it?

He was not tall, his back was a little hunched, showing his old attitude, but he kept Ran Bai behind him and said fiercely: "Why are you going? Do those people want you to go back or your life! Stay here honestly!"

later……

Later on...

I don’t know why the argument broke out, and I don’t know how the scene was so chaotic, and I don’t know who shot arrows in the chaos.

Ranbai watched the cold light penetrate the old man's thin body!

Blood splattered on the white-colored face.

Warm.

Fresh and alive.

The old man who was still very energetic in the morning was now in a pool of blood, and looked in the direction of Ranbai until his death, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say another word!

At some point, the world suddenly became quiet.

No sound.

Deadly silence.

Those people were shocked and lost their movements!

No one really wants to kill people, and he doesn’t know who took advantage of the trouble!

This has nothing to do with them! It was this old man who bumped into him and looked for death!

right.

It has nothing to do with them.

The old man used to coax Ran Bai to fall asleep at night, and said to her kindly and peacefully: "A person's life is very short, only a few decades, and grandpa will leave in the future. Don't be afraid, be safe and live well."

He can clearly live for a long time...

It's all her.

It's all because of her!

Everything.

It's all her!

"She is the nemesis!"

"She should have died long ago."

"Have you heard that? Those people were killed by her back then..."

"What did you say she's still alive?"

The gossip I heard once was thirsty and echoed in my ears.

"Ah—!!" The whole world was destroyed before my eyes, and all the beliefs were broken. Ranbai fell to the ground, blood splattered all over, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and a sharp and desperate cry came out from the depths of his chest. All the suppressed and persistent ones gushed out.

Like a lunatic.

The shrill voice echoed in the valley, and it could not be eliminated for a long time, and it was creepy.

She hates it!

She hates it so much!

Who should she hate?

Is it this world? Or these people? Or, or herself?

What exactly is she?

What kind of person do you want to be?

How naive are those young wishes?

She has been in the dark days for too long, and she has been happy again and again and again, despair again and again.

Being imprisoned, trapped in a nightmare, ended up in the end, and after walking around for a long time, I returned to my original place, and I couldn't find an answer.

She's going crazy.

It's really going crazy.

Damn it.

Everyone deserves to die!

Too dirty.

Very dirty.

All are ruined.

What's wrong with being a monster?!!

The people looked at Ran Bai in panic, their eyes as if they were looking at some virus, and they took several steps back. The momentum erupted from this half-aged child was actually scary.

If there was no Mr. Ranbai would have gone crazy, killing everyone and then killing herself.

In the continuous rain and fog, blood bloomed roses in the dirt, and the world was silent.

The man held a red oil-paper umbrella, his white clothes were solemn, and he walked towards her step by step.

Oil paper umbrella tilted.

Covering the cold rain.

He stopped in front of her.

Behind me there are large fogs of continuous rain and fog, and the mountains and flowing water.

The young master had more than twenty years of hair, and his teeth were weaved and his lips were cinnabar, which made him lose his life at first sight.

He helped her up and said, "I am your teacher, you can call me sir."

The sound is like the wind under the pine tree, high and slow, which directly teaches people to be sober.

He saved her.

It curbed the blood mist that should have spread in the valley, curbed a completely degenerate madman, and carefully taught her to lead her on a completely different path.

Later they returned to the blood clan.

He erected a tombstone with her, told her peace, and accompanied her every year.

"I still don't know who killed my grandfather. The murderer is among those people." Ranbai leaned against the tombstone and carefully described the edges of the tombstone with his fingertips. This was an unknown monument. Until he died, he was unknown. She whispered, "Grandpa is so nice to me, but I can't avenge him."

Knowing, knowing.

But what?

The arrow shot in the chaos was not found, and no one admitted that anyone had killed anyone. Maybe the murderer had already run away, maybe the murderer was hiding in it, maybe the murderer was watching her laugh wildly somewhere.

And she can do nothing.
To be continued...