At this time, a fast horse ran out of the jungle. On the horse, a heroic big man drove the fast horse with only his legs, and drew arrows with both hands, and the arrows shot like the wind. The kung fu of Northern Xinjiang people is the best in the world. Born from a royal family, Aples, who has traveled all over the vast northern desert, is even more of a master. Yuma's bow and archery skills were known to him before he was ten years old.
The chase was over before he ran a mile.
Aples skinned the tiger and took a rucksack or two full of some of the meat. Seeing that the sun turned westward, contentedly, he slowly drove his horse back down the mountain.
The rays of the setting sun finally covered the earth, and Aples had already reached a small house. There is a small courtyard outside the house, not very big, with bright flowers blooming all over the floor. The time when Xiaolu is still hanging at sunrise is the most beautiful. The fence outside the house was picked and woven by himself, and the flowers in the courtyard were taken care of by his wife all day long, so that they could bloom so beautifully.
Just outside the courtyard gate, I could smell the aroma of the food coming from my nostrils, but I was starving the hungry Aples... Today, the smell seems to be eating mutton.
This is a village with a population of several hundred people, and he lives by the big banyan tree in the north of the village. A few greyhounds in the yard heard their master coming back, and happily ran out to greet them. Aples laughed, touched the dog's head with a smile, and threw down a large piece of tiger meat for them to eat.
"Are you back?" The beauty in the house heard her husband's return and came out to greet him. Her smile, Aples can't get enough of it.
Aples hung the bow on the wall: "Well, I'm back." The former Princess of Southern Borders, today, is serving him a spoon. Aples never dreamed that such a day would come.
"Daddy!!"
A small figure came out of the hut like lightning and swooped down on Aples's legs. Aples knew long ago that this little guy would not come out, so he would definitely make a surprise attack, and he was already prepared. With a backhand grab, the whole person was carried on his shoulders. Taking a closer look, it is a fat boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a lively spirit, about four years old.
"Hahahaha, good son! Did you listen to your mother today?"
"Yeah!" The fat doll nodded vigorously: "Listen! Several times!"
Alan said angrily: "I'm still talking about it. Today I taught him to read, and even if he didn't recognize it all, he was arguing that he wanted to fight wolves with his father."
"If you can't read, then you can't read. My son of Aples, will be the number one warrior in the world in the future, right? Come, Daddy will show you the tiger skin."
Then he gave the tiger skin to his son in all directions, and immediately leaned over to Alan's side and rubbed his shoulders with both hands: "Wife, let's teach the children slowly."
"Yo, I still know I'm wrong. I thought you were the head of the family?"
"It's you who is you!!"
Seven years have passed since he found Alan. They did not return to Northern Xinjiang after that day. Instead, after recuperating, he and his friends Luo Ming, Ming Feizhen and others brought the martial arts masters invited by Qiluo's family to the southern border to slaughter the beasts of the day. Avenge the bloody revenge for Alan's motherland's parents and for those who sacrificed for the Luo family.
That ferocious beast is indeed ferocious and unusual, and it will never be aggressive. However, they finally fell in front of them under the fighting between Canghai Deer Hunting and the Luo Family Divine Sword.
The great revenge was avenged. On the night of the celebration banquet, Aples drank Ming Feizhen, who claimed to be a thousand cups without getting drunk, and laughed. Taking advantage of the turbulent mood, in front of everyone, he announced loudly that he wanted to marry Alan as his wife. The young girl who said it was too ashamed, and finally agreed with a blushing face.
In the following days, they became pro-brothers under the witness of their comrades-in-arms. The day Alan put on his wedding gown, Aples' heart seemed to melt.
After that, he made an appointment with three or five confidantes, and for a year, he went on a grand tour in the land of southern Xinjiang.
Afterwards, Aples disbanded the gang of ghosts and mythical creatures, and agreed with King Tiezhen to let his subordinates who wish to join the army join the army, and those who are willing to be officials to be officials. If you want to return to the village, you will receive a generous pension.
He brushed off his clothes and chose a quiet village with Alan at the junction of the northern border of the Central Plains. Live the quiet days of living and resting with the sunrise.
He and Alan both had a magnificent life. Therefore, he cherishes the difficulty of this tranquility very much.
He was very happy.
"Aron."
Facing her husband who was in a daze in bed, Alan, who had just coaxed his son to sleep, asked softly.
"Ok?"
"What are you thinking?"
The former Beijiang ghost was silent for a while, then shook his head with a smile.
"You lie. You often stay in a daze and don't speak. Do you... still want to go back to martial arts."
"Then what happened?"
Life now is as beautiful as a dream. In any case, Aples couldn't imagine what it would be like without her and without them around, but he always felt that something was wrong.
"Do you remember?"
Aples said calmly, cautiously, as if worried that it would destroy the calm: "Seven years ago at Luojian Villa. How did I find you?"
"Remember. With the help of Villa Master Luo, we met again, didn't we?"
"That's right... But, why we separated at that time... I can't remember."
"Why do you think about it?" Alan was about to cry, "Aren't we living a bad life now?"
Life now is happy and unbelievably beautiful.
But in this beautiful scene, Aples can always see some dislocated cracks.
He tried his best not to let himself peer into the depths of the crack. Although he also clearly knew that the depths were filled with viscous, soggy darkness with no head in sight.
"Alan, can you listen to me?"
"… Ok?"
"Some things I can't remember. I tried my best and still can't think clearly. But it was like a nightmare that kept chasing me. It was like eating me up when I was vulnerable. The only remaining consciousness is mediocre. I have this anxiety from time to time."
Alan didn't seem to understand his words, but Aples didn't find it strange at all.
"Suppose, that day, I didn't save you. I was defeated by Luo Ming... Strange, why did I fight with Brother Luo? It's strange. But I can't help thinking... I fought against him that day. The shadow of... The martial arts of the sword-wielding man seems to be only him.
And if I lost to him that day, would everything I see now be an illusion? I often look at the clouds in the distance, but I can't imagine when the eagle is free to fly. Whether it is the person who created this illusion, the eagle is not often seen. And why is the village where we live in the Central Plains? In the beginning, why didn't we go back to northern Xinjiang to herd sheep and horses? Could it be that all of this is because the person who made the illusion is not familiar with the customs of my northern border
I have been very happy here. But I still feel that there is a void deep inside me that cannot be filled. That is... I have never seen you happy. You are always smiling, but you are not happy. "
Aples spoke slowly, but his tone became more and more certain.
"It's all a dream."
Alan didn't answer his question, and she stayed still.
"Someone seems to be calling me"
Aples laughed.
"A warm voice... is calling me."
"I'm leaving."
Even though she was in the dream, she didn't stop him.
"... lang... "
The voice passed through the abyss of consciousness and became clearer and clearer.
"Alang! Alang!"