Taixuan Dao's small courtyard back then was sealed and locked, and he did not leave for a year.
Yin Wushu didn't know how old the little doll was, because he looked too thin, and couldn't compare with the size of a normal child. At that time, he touched the baby's slender and fragile bones, and estimated that he was at most three years old.
Facts have proved that his score is not bad, and the immortal little doll slept in his yard for another whole year, until the end of winter and early spring of the second year, when the cold was still a bit chilly, the little doll changed overnight His skin turned from blue-gray to frosty white, and all the bruises and blood spots on his body disappeared.
The day the little baby opened his eyes, the red plum tree in the yard had just faded, but the spring snow that had fallen the night before hadn't yet melted, and the yard that no one had set foot in for a long time was covered with a light layer of white.
Yin Wushu casually gave him a name: Xie Bai.
Chapter 17
This kind of origin is naturally not suitable for people to explain in detail. Seeing that Xie Bai did not object, Yin Wushu gave Lou Xianyue a general idea in a few words. The calculated result will be accurate.
They spoke succinctly, but Lou Xianyue couldn't help Lou Xianyue's big brain. She probably made up a huge bitter scene based on these few words, and finally poked Xie Bai wrapped in black with a wrinkled face. Bu's hand, and asked: "When you opened your eyes, it was when you were three or four years old. Did you feel conscious?"
Xie Bai raised his eyes without changing his face, and said in a flat tone: "Yes."
He could feel all the uninterrupted torture every day, every night, every moment, and never let it go. At that time, it was more like he was trapped in a dream with no end in sight. He would feel pain and discomfort, but he couldn't cry out, cry, or break free. At the starting point of his memory, everything he encountered was something in the dark, and what he suffered was the punishment that a ghost should suffer.
So when he really opened his eyes and came alive, he was full of hostility towards this ignorant world.
He resists every living creature that approaches him, but the way of resistance is extremely single. Because all the memories in front of him tell him that crying is useless, and struggling is also useless. Only by blocking all external things and all senses can the pain be a little bit less.
So he sat curled up in the corner all day without making a sound, treating a living person as big as Yin Wushu as air.
Fortunately, Yin Wushu didn't take his resistance and indifference to heart at all, and he was surprisingly patient.
The first time Xie Bai let go of his resistance to Yin Wushu was the ninth day after he opened his eyes.
The spring was cold that day, but there was light rain and sleet. It was extremely cold, and at night, every bone and joint was so cold that it hurt. At that time, Xie Bai was physically weak, and he didn't eat or sleep all day long and huddled in the corner with a numb expression, his body couldn't bear the cold at all.
He is actually extremely cold, but this feeling of coldness is the easiest to bear for him who has been through mountains of knives and sea of fire. His expression remained unchanged and he did not even tremble. I can't see a trace of it all over my body.
Yin Wushu who had just entered the room stared at his face for a moment, then said, "Are you cold?"
What he said was a question, but the ending sound did not rise, and he looked very determined. In fact, Xie Bai has not figured out until now why Yin Wushu can know whether he is cold or not just by looking at his face. But back then, he didn't give the slightest response at all, and he was still curled up in the corner untouched by frost and snow.
A few days before this, Yin Wushu knew that he was extremely resistant and defensive, so he kept a distance from him all the time so as not to provoke him. But that day, Yin Wushu shook Xie Bai's hand without paying attention.
At that time, Xie Bai's hands were thin and small, and his five fingers were so thin that they were almost skinny. Yin Wushu could wrap his hands in his palms with one hand. I don't know if it was because he was born with extreme sun, but his hands were extremely warm. Xie Bai was so warm that he almost forgot to react for a while.
But soon he came back, reflexively wanted to hide to the side, wanted to draw his hand away from Yin Wushu, kicked and hit him and even bit Yin Wushu's wrist fiercely.
He felt that he was biting extremely hard, but after all, the child's strength was not that great, and he didn't even see blood. Yin Wushu didn't take it seriously at all, he still held his hands with his left hand, bent his right hand behind his knee, and hugged him easily.
Xie Bai maintained the posture of gnawing his hands, and was carried into the old wooden armchair by him and sat down.
He hugged Xie Bai on his lap, wrapped it in a long robe and fox fur he picked up from nowhere, and said angrily: "Okay, okay, let go, can you still bite out flowers