Maybe it's because of a piece of spirit that entered the body, and the memory began to loosen. Or because the pain is unbearable, and when I hear it, I habitually refuse to show weakness, and can only try my best to think about some people and things, and rely on this to survive the long night.
So he remembered the beginning.
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The first time Wen Shi saw Chen Shibu, he was really young, so young that he had not yet entered the age to remember, so he had no idea what year and month it was, where he was, and why the scene around him was.
The sun was half down that day, and everywhere was golden and red, and there were dead people everywhere.
The corpses were piled up like mountains, the wind was full of unpleasant odors, the blood flowed like a river, and pooled in low-lying places, some had dried up to rust brown, and some had become thick and sticky.
He crawled out from under a heavy corpse when he smelled it, and his palm was scratched by a stone.
He didn't know why everyone lay down and stopped talking. I don't know why the surroundings are so quiet, so quiet as if he is the only one left in the world.
He tried to tug at the adults around him, but he couldn't even stand up on his own.
The grown-up didn't wake up, and he couldn't grasp it, fell to the ground, and only grabbed the sticky, fishy blood on his hands. The adult's hand slid to the ground with a "pop", lifeless. He stubbornly got up again and grabbed it again, but it was still useless.
So he stood there alone, with blood-stained fingers, at a loss...
until I heard someone approaching.
I didn't wear a cover or a mask that day. There is only a single snow-white coat, spotless like a cyclist who has just landed. When he looked down at the people on the ground, he had a warm and compassionate temperament.
That glance became the beginning of all memories of Wen Shi in this world.
Chen Dao squatted down holding the robe and picked him up from the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood. And he was like a fake doll, lying on each other's shoulders with his black eyes wide open, staring at the ground without blinking, seeing that his eyes were unbearably sore, hot and painful.
The person holding him patted his back and said in a deep voice, "Close your eyes."
He made a move, closed his eyes and suffocated the other person's shoulder. After a while, the piece of fabric under his eyes was completely wet.
He was too young to remember that day. But for a long time later, he remembered the smell of blood in the wind that day, and the feeling of the dead man's hand slipping from his palm, which was shockingly cold.
On the day when his memory began, he understood life and death, sorrow and joy without a teacher.
He has no name, only a long-life lock that was hung from birth on his body. There is a word "wen" on the lock, which should be the family name of the family. Chen Dao added the word "time" to him.
The time is, so remember the age. Spring, summer, autumn and winter and the rotation of the sun and the moon are all in this word.
Wen Shi was always in bad health when he was a child. He cried too long that day and was frightened. After being brought back by Chen Chen, he became seriously ill.
The top of the mountain is very cold and not suitable for children to live in. On the contrary, the villages at the foot of the mountain are gathered, the houses are just like, and there are lively fireworks. Wen Shi was originally raised at the foot of Songyun Mountain.
But he didn't have a deep impression of it, because during the recuperation period, he woke up and woke up repeatedly, and when he was completely healed, the four seasons had already turned around.
According to the rules, he moved to the mountainside of Songyun and lived with Bu Ning, Zhuang Ye and other relatives. Children are supposed to be playful by nature. People who live together with little difference in age can quickly become acquainted with each other.
Smell is an exception.
He didn't know when he was born, how old he was, or where he came from. Like an uninvited guest, he seemed out of place among those children.
During that time, Chendao was often not in Songyun Mountain, and he didn't return for a long time as soon as he went out, so he didn't know this. But even if he was there, I'm afraid he wouldn't know immediately, because it was impossible to tell when he heard it.
He has been boring and stubborn since he was a child, and he is not good at expressing and venting.
Maybe because of this, those things that don't belong to him are hidden in his body for so long...
The first time when I smelled it, my body was full of evil spirits, it was some late night before the dust came back.
He was dragged by the quilt by Zhuang Ye, who was not good at sleeping. He slept against the corner for a long time. He caught a cold. Maybe it was because of his weakness that those things took advantage of it. He had a lot of dreams that night.
He dreamed that he was standing in that bloody city again, bending over to shake the dead person beside him, stubbornly trying to wake him up, but no matter how much he pulled, it was of no avail.
The whole city was full of ghost cries, circling around him, saying to him things he couldn't understand, crying and wailing. There were screams and sighs.
After listening for a while, he felt that those voices were not in the outside world, but came from his body.
So he shivered and woke up suddenly.
He opened his eyes and found that he was not in the Yashe on the mountainside, but standing on the stone path leading to the foot of the mountain, with a dead flower beside his feet.
Someone next to him sucked in a breath.
He turned his head and saw several eight- or nine-year-old boys staring at him in horror, as if they had seen a ghost. They screamed and rolled down the mountain.
It was the training platform near the foot of the mountain, and the few who were frightened by him were the outsiders who got up early.
At that time, it was just a little bright, the mountains were cold, and the ground was thorny and cold.
Wen Shi stood alone in the dead flower for a long time, only to realize that he was barefoot.
He lowered his head, looked at his hands again, and found that the fingers were covered with black things, dirty and foggy. He grabbed the corner of his clothes and rubbed it so hard that his palm was about to break, but it didn't work.
After that day, there was a saying that he was the reincarnation of an evil spirit, wearing the skin of a child. Said that he would go down the mountain in the middle of the night to catch people, and the flowers died wherever he walked.
For a time, everyone became afraid of him and did not dare to approach him, as if he would lose his human skin at any time and show a ghostly appearance with his teeth and claws.
He was always alone, and it was more obvious those two days. Whether eating, sleeping or practicing basic skills, the other children were eight feet away from him.
He was stubborn and didn't say a word.
He just stayed in the corner and competed with his fingers wrapped in black mist.
Zhuang Ye and the others couldn't see the black mist on his hands, otherwise they might be even more afraid, and they couldn't even stand in the same room with him.
In fact, he was the one who was most afraid of.
He was afraid that he would dream of those ghostly cries that follow him again, and that he would stand in an unfamiliar place after opening his eyes again, scaring a group of unfamiliar people. I was afraid to close my eyes all night.
It was at that time that the dust did not return to Songyun Mountain.
He seems to have done a lot and traveled a lot in those days. So when he lifted his foot and entered the door, he carried the smell of the wind and snow in the world, so that the little apprentices in the room did not dare to make a sound.
But they still respectfully called "Master", but only Hearing Shi stubbornly refused to speak.
First, it was because Chen Chen just came back from the bottom of the mountain that day, wearing a mask, there is a strange feeling that is not easy to get close to.
Second... Probably because I was worried that I would be sent away.
After all, his hands are covered in black fog, dirty, and he will turn into a ghost without knowing it. Rather than being sent out of the mountain gate as soon as he recognized his master, it is better to simply not recognize him.
Even if he was led to the top of the mountain, even if Chen Dao handed him the little golden-winged Dapeng, saying that he could be raised until he grew up, the unease that he would be abandoned did not completely disappear.
Because he didn't live, he didn't come from, and he didn't even know if he was a monster.
He remembered that the snow didn't stop until very late that day. He hugged the golden-winged Dapeng and sat on the couch with his head down, waiting for Chen to send him away without a word.
He waited a long time for a pot of medicine.
That medicine is not dusty and fried. It was boiled in the house for a long time, and then dried in the snow for a while. When it came back, it was steaming white, but it was not so hot anymore.
Chen Dao put the medicine bowl on the square table, and spread out his palm when he smelled: "Give me your hand."
Wen Shi was sullen, and it took a while to hear his words before handing out his hand. Chen Dao squeezed his fingers, looked down at the black mist on his hand, and frowned slightly.
He pursed his lips when he smelled, and subconsciously tried to retract his hand, but failed.
Chen Dao loosened his muscles and bones, held his wrist bones, and dipped his hands into the medicine.
"What are you shrinking, afraid of being hot?" Chen Dao said.
"No." Wen Shi's two claws were pressed into the water, and he struggled unwillingly.
But he quickly calmed down, because the temperature of the potion was just right, enough for Rong Rong's warmth to flow into his body along his hand, and most of the cold air he had received a few days ago was expelled at once.
Feeling that he was relaxed, Chen Buo smiled and raised his eyes, teasing him: "Are you familiar?"
He shook his head when he smelled it.
He watched the black mist drifting away in the water, and it seemed to have faded a little, but it didn't seem to be there. He couldn't help but ask, "Why do I have dirty things."
Chen Chen didn't ponder for a moment and said, "This is not dirty."
When smelling: "What is that?"
Chen Buoyue: "It's because some people go too fast and want to leave some thoughts in a hurry, but they leave it to you."
That is a euphemism, for fear of shocking children. It was only when I heard it later that I learned that life and death are common in this world, and some are sick, injured, or old. Today's house and tomorrow's house are always staggered. But there are others that cannot be missed. Such as wars, natural disasters, and plagues.
When I heard that, what I encountered in the past was the massacre of the city by war.
How terrifying the black energy of resentment emanating from tens of thousands or 100,000 people, if it forms a cage, it is simply unimaginable.
Chen Dao rushed over to release the cage, but when he got there, he didn't find the cage. There was only a child, protected by several adult bodies, and he became the only living thing that escaped the man-made disaster.
When a child stood there alone and shed tears silently, it was no different from any ordinary child in this world, even so clean.
But in fact, those tens of thousands of resentment that would have formed a cage, like huge waves circulating around the vortex, were all incorporated into the child's body.
And because it is too heavy and too hard to count, maybe it is the truth that extremes will reverse, and it does not appear immediately. It wasn't until a long time later that some clues gradually emerged.
It really isn't something dirty, it's the joys and sorrows, love and hate, nostalgia and reluctance of too many people in this world, it's a karmic relationship.
But when I smelled the medicine, I thought of dead flowers, instantly shriveled birds, and hands that were not as dusty as bones. He lowered his head, stared at the other's fingers that had returned to normal, and said, "Will it hurt anyone?"
The dust is less than a slight accident. He added some more to the medicine bowl, looked down at the little apprentice and said, "Don't you think about yourself first for such a big person?"
He didn't say a word when he heard it, and he said, "You won't be good if you're good."
Hearing it for a while, he felt that he might be harmful to others, so he lowered his head and felt gloomy.
He stared at the tea-blue concoction for a while. Suddenly I heard Chenbuo and said: "There is a way to solve it, but you have to wait until you are older."
Wen Shi was stunned for a while, then raised his head, saw Chenbuo stand up, took out a clean towel and wiped his fingers. The fire in the lamp trembled slightly, casting his silhouette on the wall.
"How big is it?" Wen Shi said.
Chen Dao swept around the room, pointed to the chubby golden-winged Dapeng and said, "Wait until you develop it into a human being."
Wen Shi was stunned: "How does a bird become a human?"
Chen Buduo smiled and said, "It's fine if the hair is gone."
When smelling: "?"
Golden-winged Dapeng: "???"
Seeing that the little apprentice finally stopped sulking, Chen Dao reached out and took the burqa and let the room out. Before leaving, he patted Wen Shi's head and said, "Let's live here, I took the name, who would dare not want you?"
Since that day, there has been a source of smell when it is called, and it is called dust.