Thinking about thousands of miles

Gui Yao placed the palm-leaf fan beside the bed and just as she stood up, she was blocked by Huang Shiyu's horizontal arm.

She lowered her head and naturally saw his rough hands. She had never paid attention to other people's hands, so she could only subconsciously compare them with Ren Beixi's hands. The hands in front of her did not show the signs of years of martial arts training like Ren Beixi's.

It doesn't seem like I'm working often.

Huang Shiyu looked at her trembling eyelashes silently, his outstretched hand motionless.

He said, "Guiyao, you stay here."

"Okay?"

So Guiyao sat back down and handed him the bag in her hand.

She heard the village chief's dizzy gasps on the bed and reached out to wipe his sweat with a handkerchief, saying, "Before Ren Beixi and I left for the banquet, my uncle gave us this bundle. He said that if he found you, he would return it to you."

For a moment, the only sound in the room was Da Huang's tongue lolling. Gui Yao used her embroidered shoes to shake the dog's stomach, which was flat. This stupid dog probably hadn't eaten since the village chief fainted.

"...Well, I'm a stupid dog."

Dahuang turned around and leaned his head on Guiyao's legs. He raised his round eyes and saw the strange man opening his master's bag and taking out many pieces of letter paper. These were letters that his master had written to his little master far away in the north over the years.

The owner used the good ink he bought in Xianyu City that year.

It thought the letters had been sent out long ago, so it waited for replies every day.

Guiyao lowered her shoulders and touched its head.

Da Huang: "Woof woof woof!"

Translation: I don’t believe this is the little master.

When Huang Shiyu heard the dog barking, he subconsciously frowned and looked over, but his gaze softened as if he had touched something precious.

He saw Guiyao and Dahuang looking at each other, and he suddenly said, "I always feel that you are not the same Gui Xiaoniang as before, but sometimes I feel that you are very similar."

Gui Yao supported herself with her hands, her eyes dark and bright.

"It doesn't seem like we're in a good position to talk about this right now."

He said, "Xiaohe Village may not be your home alone."

Huang Shiyu's mouth corners curved up rarely. This was the first time Gui Yao saw him smile since they met again.

"But it's mine."

He laughed again, barely audible.

"In the early days of the previous emperor's reign, the northern barbarians frequently invaded. In the 27th year of Yongchang, General Ren Dingshan died in the Battle of Zhulutai in the northern border. Now, in the 2nd year of Chengwen, the country has become so vast." The man pulled out the scimitar from his chest and poked it lightly, the spike sinking into the wooden table. "But heroes are so few and far between."

He lowered his eyes to look at the big yellow dog, and his throat felt a little itchy.

But every time he saw Guiyao, he would want to say something. At the moment, he was not as worry-free as Dahuang. The person lying on the bed was his biological father. He had just seen every word his father said, but he couldn't say a word to him alone.

When he was young, he often helped his uncle Gui do rough work, such as grinding and drying medicine, which was not a tedious task.

Uncle Gui always said, "Don't lose sight of reality and listen to the sound."

"Can Miss Gui hear us talking?" he often asked.

He really had forgotten what his uncle answered. Ever since he packed his bags and headed north, he should have forgotten everything.

At that time, I always wanted to go home.

It is true that he followed the Ren family army, but it is also true that he knew that the Huxia Village upstream had repeatedly attacked.

That day, he went to Xianyu City to get medicine for his uncle Gui. When he passed by the prefect, he saw two people with suspicious movements on the path, so he followed them. After hearing about the "Hongmen Banquet" in Huxia Village, he turned around and entered the prefect, and was frightened by the prefect's daughter who was sitting in front of the patio.

After he explained his purpose, she took him to meet Lord Li, the governor of the prefecture.

Unexpectedly, just after leaving Xianyu Mansion and wanting to go to Nanchang Street to take a look at the general's mansion from afar, a red feather suddenly shot past his eyes.

"I hurriedly dodged, and the man just walked towards me leisurely, waving a red fan."

"He said he calculated that I was doomed."

Guiyao narrowed her eyes.

As expected, it was Jiuchong. Why was he everywhere?

Huang Shiyu saw her expression and asked, "Do you know her?"

"I guess he has also calculated for me." Gui Yao said.

Thus, some details of that year were slowly pieced together in the house, such as Jiuzhong's beautiful peach blossom eyes, and the red feather that was plucked away later. The young man entered the game himself, always thinking that he was just a hero in a different place, but what followed was one accident after another, which quietly trapped him on the cliff, unable to turn back.

“I only went home that year.”

Gui Yao remembered that it was not long after she came here, and it was snowing in June. She was not very clear about the general who died in battle with the escort flag mentioned by others.

She thought quietly about her home and realized that there were many people in this world who could not return home.

That year, not only did it snow in June, but the river beneath Tiger Fjord Bay, suddenly cold due to the warm weather, was much more turbulent than in previous years, according to villagers. After Gui Yao had recovered somewhat by binding the mind-reading notebook system, she climbed the mountain at the entrance of the village and took a distant look. The tributary that passed through the village entrance, or what could only be called a canal, had severe soil erosion and was very unstable.

The moon is high in the sky.

That was the last watermelon Guiyao ate.

Soon, the flood swept into the village. Fortunately, it did not accumulate, but only washed away many crops, and the water level just reached the beds.

Gui Yao remembered that the old village chief was very angry because of Huang Shiyu's sudden departure. During the reconstruction after the flood, he often came to Gui's house to complain, saying that he was the only young man in Xiaohe Village, but he left without saying goodbye and was not as good as his Dahuang.

Dahuang was still very young at the time, and a little terrier insisted on following the village chief to swim.

Almost drowned.

Guiyao saved it.

"Did your leaving the village cause this?"

"I've tried many times in the past six years, but every time I was sent back to the village by something like this."

Gui Yao looked at his dazed face and said softly, "Talk to the village chief."

If time at home is precious.

Before leaving, she squatted down and touched Dahuang's furry head. Dahuang was unusually quiet and said nothing. He just sat at the foot of the bed and looked at the people in the room who were very important to him from afar.

She was stopped by Huang Shiyu again.

Gui Yao turned her head, her eyelashes trembling, and saw his angular face approaching.

"Pet my head, please?"

His round eyes were still embedded in his tanned skin.

Just like rhubarb.

As if by magic, just as Gui Yao was about to reach out to do as she was told, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Ren Beixi held her slender hand expressionlessly, interlocked his fingers and pulled her out, leaving the broken door slightly open.

Huang Shiyu paused and closed the door safely.

He set his eyes on the little pine tree, stretched out his hand, spread his knuckles, and greeted it as he did in the past.

"My family's surname is Huang, so how can we name our dog Da Huang..."

The old man on the bed actually didn't look too pale. After a few years, he didn't look much older.

He just told me his story over the years, but I didn't see his eyes open or his eyelashes move again. He seemed to have lost consciousness. Gui Yao said that the village chief fainted in the house yesterday and is still hanging on to his life.

Huang Shiyu couldn't bear to think about the letter he had seen.

There were many trembling handwritings, but because they could not be sent out, no one cared about them. Some were only half a sentence, while some were filled with words on the letter paper.

If he really died in battle as he wished, it would be a great ending for them.

Instead, if you listen carefully, you can hear noisy discussions outside about the dam being washed away.

What can I do?

Today, Huxia Village is no longer an ordinary bandit village. He has protected the people of the martial arts world over the years, and has also been protected by the people of the martial arts world. Although the brothers of Huxia Village have different backgrounds and origins, they share the same morality. After he leaves, he can still guarantee that they will not do evil within a hundred years.

When talking about Xiaohe Village, we can’t help but talk about the Gui family.

He had given her the gift in haste back then, but now, seeing that Gui Yao was much smarter than he had imagined, he no longer had any concerns.

"care……"

Huang Shiyu pulled out the knife and touched the small hole in the ink stain on the wooden table with his index finger.

There were traces of old carvings on it, with words written on it, which read "Lingbo cannot cross the Hengtang Road, but I watch it go by."

He always has concerns.

But every time he chose to put his concerns behind him.

"Brother, brother!!" The wooden door was knocked and a familiar voice came. Huang Shiyu was slightly startled, and clear tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes. He hurriedly suppressed his sadness, opened the door, and a child rushed in crying and shaking his head.

He felt very aggrieved: "Brother didn't let me ride a horse, but I still followed secretly. Brother, you have never left the village. Do you not want us anymore?"

Huang Shiyu looked up at the villagers who were peeking out of the door, and wiped Hua Nian's tears helplessly.

He looked up and saw Guiyao squint her eyes, so the door that had just been slammed loudly closed again quietly.

Hua Nian pushed Huang Shiyu aside suspiciously, looked at the quiet old man on the bed, and suddenly covered his mouth: "Brother, you two look alike!"

"Why is there a dog here!" He touched the dog's head in confusion.

"Brother, this dog looks like you too."

Huang Shiyu was silent for a moment: "This is my father, he is the village chief here, and this is my home."

Huanian was puzzled: "Didn't brother say he couldn't go home? But this place is obviously not far from the village."

Dahuang lay in the corner without moving. Only at this moment did he admit that the person in front of him was his little master. Even though they seemed to have nothing to do with each other and his voice had changed a lot, it still had a sincere and pleasant smell.

So is this noisy kid.

The knife was poked back into the hole. Huanian had touched it and secretly poked it back. He saw his brother standing quietly in front of the bed, with his head lowered and his eyes closed.

He remembered that the last time he left the village was when he went to Yunchuan Temple to worship Buddha and met the abbot.

The abbot said that he had unfinished karma. He thought about it and remembered that Jiuchong had said the same thing at the beginning. He said that his birth date was not auspicious and if he did not leave his birthplace for a long time, it would bring disaster to the local area. He said, you might as well follow the envoy of the prefect to participate in the banquet at Huxia Village.

Huang Shiyu shook his head subconsciously at that time: "You are an interesting person. You stopped me with an arrow in the street and even cursed me."

The man seemed to be smiling.

"It's both cause and effect. If you don't believe me, go ask General Ren of Xianyu City. I've only ever been wrong once in my divinations."

"What if I don't go?" Huang Shiyu was pestered by him all the way. While walking, he bought four scallion oil steamed buns on the roadside, one for himself, one for his father, one for his aunt Gui, and half of his uncle Gui's portion for his mother Gui to eat. It was just right.

Jiuzhong raised an eyebrow.

"Your father is in good health, but few people know about it. He has trouble breathing and often fainted from heart pain when he was young. Not long ago, he fainted again and lay at home for a long time before you discovered him."

"Nonsense, I still have to go back to farm for my father." Huang Shiyu handed over the money in one hand and walked forward with the steamed bun in the other.

He still didn't believe it, but suddenly a carriage came by and knocked him off balance. He fell to the ground and looked up to see Jiuchong, smiling and bending over him. "If I tell you I have two favors for you, you must be my friend."

"First, if you do as I say, attend the banquet, and never return home, your father's life will be extended by more than ten years."

"Second, after your father passes away, have the lady from the Gui family in your village go to Yunchuan Temple to see the abbot."

Jiuchong reached out and pulled Huang Shiyu up.

However, the young man had just made a steamed bun, but he lost one of them and the other was hit by a carriage, so only half of the bun was dirty.