Chapter 4091: Youth (6)

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It's a pity that other things are easy to understand, intelligent and excellent, but when it comes to cooking, it always gives the old man unexpected surprises.

"Get out! Get out!" So that every time Ranbai walked into the kitchen, the old man raised his eyebrows, complaining about picking up a little ancestor, and cooking for Ranbai in different ways.

Down the mountain, beside the river, there is a wooden house.

A lifetime is enough.

"Grandpa." Ranbai tilted his head, holding the bowl and chopsticks, and asked with a smile, "What is the world like?"

"That's a long story!" The old man was also a capable person when he was young, and he talked about the stories of his past, one after another, often forgetting the time.

One likes to brag, and the other is cute and listens.

That period of time was the most relaxing day in Ranbai's life.

So that later, I dare not think about it.

The emotions of human beings are so simple, as long as they have company, the old man is old, but his body is strong, he treats Ranbai as his own daughter to hurt, knowing that she is afraid of the cold, he even picks up a needle and thread to make her a dress, but it is a pity that it is so crooked that it is difficult to look directly at it.

Ranbai wore it like a baby, and said with a smile that she liked it like this.

It is said that human beings are afraid of vampires, but from the day he picked up Ranbai, the old man treats Ranbai as his own child, whether it is a human or a demon.

Later, Ranbai thought, it would be fine if she didn't go out that day, it would be fine if she didn't go up the mountain that day, it would be fine if she drowned in the river directly.

No matter what, no matter what, as long as you don't meet him.

Do not disturb his leisure.

Enough.

It was a rainy day.

The light rain doesn't stop, annoying.

After all, the blood guard found Ran Bai, took the weapon and surrounded the wooden house tightly, asking the old man to hand him over.

The old man is stubborn, he has not been threatened by anyone after living so long, how can he be willing?

He is not tall, his back is a little bent, he looks old, but he firmly protects Ranbai behind him, and said fiercely: "Where are you going! Those people want you to go back or kill you! Just stay here honestly!"

later……

and after……

I don't know why the dispute happened, and I don't know why the scene was so chaotic, and I don't know who shot the arrow while taking advantage of the chaos.

Ranbai watched that ray of cold light piercing through the old man's thin body!

Blood spattered on his white face.

warm.

lively.

The old man, who was still in high spirits in the morning and gathered medicine with her, collapsed in a pool of blood at this moment, and looked towards the direction of Ranbai, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word!

At a certain moment, the world suddenly quieted down.

There is no sound.

Deathly silence.

Those people were so stunned that they didn't move!

No one really wants to kill people, and no one knows who is taking advantage of it!

This, this has nothing to do with them! It was this old man who bumped into him to seek death!

right.

Nothing to do with them.

The old man used to coax Ranbai to sleep at night, and said to her kindly and peacefully: "A person's life is very short, only a few decades, and grandpa will leave in the future. Don't be afraid, stay safe and live well."

He obviously can live a long time...

It's all her.

All because of her!

Everything.

All her!

"She is the nemesis!"

"She should have died long ago."

"Have you heard? Those people were all killed by her back then..."

"What do you think she's still alive for?"

The gossip that I had heard before echoed in my ears in a trance.

"Ah——!!" The whole world was destroyed in front of my eyes, all my beliefs were defeated, and I fell to the ground stained white, blood splashed all over my body, trembling uncontrollably, and a sharp and desperate cry came out from the depths of my chest, all the suppressed and persistent things gushed out.

Like a madman.

The shrill voice reverberated in the valley, and it couldn't disappear for a long time, making the hair stand on end.

She hates it!

She hates it!

Who should she hate?

is this world? Or these people? Or, is it herself?

What the hell is she?

What kind of person do you want to be?

How ridiculously innocent were those childish wishes?

She stayed in the dark days for too long, rejoicing and despairing again and again.

Trapped in prison, trapped in nightmares, at the end of the road, wandering around for a long time, and returning to the same place, can't live or die, can't find an answer.

She is going crazy.

Really going crazy.

Damn.

Everyone should be damned!

too dirty.

So dirty.

It's all ruined.

Complete indulgence, why not be a monster? ! !

Those people looked at Ranbai in panic, their eyes seemed to be looking at some kind of virus, and they all stepped back a few steps. The aura emanating from this half-grown child was actually frightening.

If there was no husband at that time, Ranbai would really go crazy like this, killing everyone, and then killing herself.

In the continuous rain and fog, blood bloomed roses in the dirt, and the world was silent.

The man was holding a red oil-paper umbrella and dressed in white, walking towards her step by step.

The oil-paper umbrella is tilted.

Covered from the icy rain.

He stopped in front of her.

There are large expanses of continuous rain and fog behind, high mountains and flowing water.

The son is more than twenty, his teeth are braided, his lips are cinnabar, and his life is mistaken at a glance.

He helped her up and said, "I am your teacher, you can call me sir."

The sound is like the wind under the pine, high and slow, directly teaching people to wake up.

He saved her.

Contained the blood mist that should have spread in the valley, contained a completely depraved lunatic, and carefully taught her to lead her on a completely different path.

Later they returned to Bloodline.

He accompanies her to erect a tombstone, accompanies her to say peace, and accompanies her year after year.

"I still don't know who killed grandpa. The murderer is among those people." Ranbai leaned on the tombstone, carefully tracing the edges and corners of the tombstone with her fingertips. This is an unnamed monument, and her name will not be known until she dies. She said softly, "Grandpa was so kind to me, but I can't avenge him."

I know it, I know it.

But so what?

There was no trace of the arrows shot in the chaos, and no one admitted who killed the person. Maybe the murderer had already run away, maybe the murderer was hiding in it, maybe the murderer was watching her somewhere and laughing wildly.

And there was nothing she could do.

I can only look for it in vain again and again.

Ranbai really wanted to kill all the people present. If there was no husband, she would have done so long ago.

"The old man has a spirit in heaven, and he doesn't want you to be imprisoned because of him." He said.

Dye Bai knows all this.

But in the end...

Difficult to appease.

The gentleman stepped forward, bent his knees the next moment, and kneeled respectfully in front of the tombstone. He wore a plain long gown and straightened his back, and saluted the person in the tombstone.

"Please rest assured, from now on, I will protect her year after year, and she will be safe for the rest of her life."

The breeze blew and the treetops swayed.

"Let's go." The man in white clothes was like snow, always peaceful and tolerant, gentle to all living beings, and stretched out his hand to her.

Sunset is ten.

Mr. led her down the mountain.

In the days to come, Mr. did protect her everywhere as he had sworn.

He taught her to put away remaining hatred, avoid coquettish anger, reform herself, change her love, stop falling in love with passing water, turn around in a sea of ​​bitterness, and realize Lanyin early.

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