In an ordinary village, in the corner of a wall outside a thatched cottage at the entrance of the village, a handsome young man squatted, covering his head with his hands.
"This monster still dares to come out, hit him quickly."
Several boys and girls stood on the stones a few meters away from him, constantly picking up the stones on the ground and throwing them at him.
But the teenagers who were squatting in the corner didn't make any resistance, and let them hit stones on their bodies.
"Kill him, kill him..."
The group of children fought more and more vigorously, and at this moment, a middle-aged man who looked very honest appeared in front of the boy.
"Anyone's children, watch me go and report to your parents later."
"Run."
Some of the children shouted, and the children who were still throwing stones at the boy all ran away.
"Xiao Hai, are you not injured?"
Scared the group of children away, watching the very honest middle-aged man crouching on the ground, trying to lift the boy up.
"Go away."
Unexpectedly, this young man turned out to be unappreciative, he pushed the middle-aged man in front of him away, and pushed him back. But what was even more concerning was that what the boy said was the voice of a girl.
Pushing the middle-aged man, the boy's face showed some apology. It was only in a split second that he swept the middle-aged man with cold eyes and left indifferently from the thatched hut.
Night has come.
The smoke from the cooking in the village also dissipated, and every household blew out the lamps and prepared to rest.
On a wing outside the village, a handsome young man sat by the pond, his eyes glittering with depth that should not have appeared at his age, watching the bright moon reflected in the center of the pond.
He enjoyed the silence, here… maybe only night was his time.
There are still some bruises on his face, and there is grass on the top of his head. This was all caused by the beating at the time, and he was unwilling to pay attention to it, because even if he sorted it out, it would still be like this in a short time.
In the eyes of others, he is a monster, an existence that everyone in the village can't avoid. .
"Who?"
The young man sitting by the pond suddenly spoke up. He was always beaten, and he developed an alertness that ordinary people can achieve. If there is a slight disturbance, he is like a frightened elk. But under this handsome appearance, there is always that kind of weird girlish voice.
"it's me."
A middle-aged man walked out of the grass outside the pond. This man was the one who helped him drive the group of children away.
At this time, he was still holding a lunch box in his hand, and it seemed that he was delivering dinner to the young man. .
Seeing him, the handsome young man's eyes flashed with resentment, and he turned his head back, still looking at the bright moon in the pond.
"Xiao Hai, you must be starving if you haven't eaten for a day. Come, eat while it's hot, here is your favorite chicken thigh."
The boy's ignorance made the middle-aged man a little lonely, but he was still full of smiles, walked in front of the boy, and opened the lunch box in his hand.
The food in the lunch box is still steaming hot, a very simple meal, a chicken leg with white rice.
But this kind of simple food is very delicious.
"I don't eat." The boy replied without turning his head.
"You are growing now, how can you do it if you don't eat it." The middle-aged man still smiled softly, handed the lunch box to the boy, and said, "Hurry up and eat it while it's hot, look at this chicken leg, I specially let Lao Zheng That guy picked a big one for you."
"I said I don't eat it!"
He raised his hand to overturn the lunch box, and the white rice and the chicken legs there all fell into the pond.
The middle-aged man who was still holding the lunch box trembled, but the young man hummed indifferently.
"I've said before that I don't eat it, so it's not my fault."
He got up and was about to leave, but before he took a few steps, the middle-aged man behind him spoke in a deep tone.
"stop."
The boy's footsteps stopped a little, but he still walked forward.
"I told you to stop!" The honest middle-aged man lost his temper.
"cut… "
A sneer came out of his mouth, and the boy kicked the stone and walked forward.
"Huahai, I'll tell you to stop! Do you still have a father like me in your eyes!" The middle-aged man behind him frowned tightly, trembling with anger.
This time, the teenager stopped, and the middle-aged man walked over quickly, panting from the tip of his nose.
"you… "
Just when he wanted to point at the boy, he saw the tears lingering in the boy's eyes.
In the moonlight, it sparkled brightly.
The middle-aged man with fire in his heart suddenly slumped. He wriggled his lips and tried to reach out to pat the boy on the head, but was stubbornly avoided by the boy.
"Hate dad."
After a long time, the middle-aged man said with a long sigh.
The young man was silent.
The middle-aged man looked at the stubbornness on the boy's face and the lingering tears in his eyes, and sighed deeply.
"Yes, you should hate me, but I did it for your sister!"
"elder sister?"
At this moment, the boy who had been silent for a long time spoke. With tears in his eyes, he looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, at his father...
"I can be turned into what I am now for the sake of my sister, not a ghost or a ghost? I don't blame the people in the village for scolding me. Sometimes I even think to myself whether I am a man or a woman."
"Of course you're a boy!"
"Then why is my sister's voice when I speak?"
"That is… "
After hesitating for a long time, the middle-aged man still swallowed the words that came to his lips.
The young man looked at him for a while, then smiled abruptly.
"If you don't tell me, I also know that in fact, my sister's soul has been warming up in my body, right? It's just that I have been warming up for too long, and my sister's soul has overlapped with mine, right?"
"You... how did you know?" The middle-aged face showed horror, and immediately he realized that he shouldn't be like this, and defended, "No."
"No?" The young man twitched his lips and smiled, "Don't hide it. Not only do I know this, but I also know that you are not a blacksmith at all. You are actually the immortal that the village has always longed for. It's you. Stuck your elder sister's soul into your body, isn't it?"
"… "
"You think I don't know anything, I know it very well in my heart, but I don't want to say it." The boy's face was filled with a tragic smile, and he said, "I'm just a cauldron for my sister to warm her soul, that's how it is. Right? It's okay, I don't care."
"It's not what you think… "
"You don't need to explain." The boy stubbornly refused to let the tears in his eyes fall, and sneered, "You are indeed very funny, a good immortal should not be a blacksmith, do you think the rural life is very beautiful? But I I don’t think so, the past few years have been quite miserable. Now that we have announced our surrender, should you give me some compensation?”
"What compensation do you want?"
"I want to cultivate immortals!"