The bamboo house in the mountains was as silent as death, and the narrow window on the wall cut a sky that was always as black as ink, there was no sun, moon and stars, no wind and clouds, and even the green pine that had been hated for a long time was not there, as if there was only chaos left between heaven and earth except for this wooden house.

The door opened, and the older child walked in from outside the house, skillfully boiling the leopard milk hot, and then putting it until it was cool, the colorful paper had been cleaned to its original color, and Su Wen, who had forgotten all about it, gradually began to remember some from the pain, remembered that the guy in front of him was called Qigui, remembered that his terrible body couldn't move, and remembered that he was about to cry out loud when he remembered the pain.

Soon a new round of pain came from that petite body, and Qigui gently patted the young master and soothed: "Come on, the young master will grow up soon." ”

A year later, Su asked the first word he understood, 'pain', and then he remembered his name, and even began to get used to a dark life, but in his young heart there was always a discordant voice telling him what to do.

Five years later, he could lean on the head of the bed, looking out the window at the darkness despite nothing, and from time to time there was a creepy voice in his ears, so he asked Qigui, "Qigui, what's out there." ”

"Young master, there's nothing outside, it's pitch black, there's no light, there's no bed, and there's no me. The little servant said earnestly.

"Is that so? I still want to go out and have a look, and I feel so sad. The first time Su Wen had the urge to leave here, but the other party's words made him feel scared.

Qigui tore the steamed buns into long strips and fed them to the other party, and sneered: "Yes, so the young master must not go out, otherwise he will die." ”

There are no books, and there is no little servant's colorful narration, so Su Wen decided that this wooden house is the whole world, and there is no need for him to do anything every day, eat and sleep, sleep and eat, how boring such a life should be, but he is afraid of the darkness outside the window, and every time he sees Qigui pushing the door and leaving, he will say with concern, "Please be careful." ”

But every time the door was pushed open, he always wanted to try his best to see, he asked Qigui why he wanted to go out, why he left this world, the other party just told him that it was dangerous outside, and gradually the voice hidden in his heart became clearer and clearer.

It wasn't until he was ten years old that the pain that had accompanied him for a long time finally disappeared, and he could even move his fingers slightly, which made him extremely excited, and he told the other party excitedly, but the other party did not have much joy, but continued to tear the steamed buns into long strips and put them in the porridge and handed them to him.

He looked at the door and asked again, "Qigui, why are you going out?" ”

"To stay alive. This time the little servant gave him a different answer, but then said, "But young master, you can't go out, as long as you go out of this door, you will die." ”

Su Wen nodded his head in acquiescence, he never doubted the other party's words, because since he was a child, it was always the steamed buns and porridge that the other party brought him, maybe this is the so-called life, and his own life exists because of the existence of the other party, as for what is outside the door, is it really that important?

"If you walk out that door, you'll die. Su Wen said to himself, he didn't want to die, even if he was tortured by pain for so long, even if he kept lying on the bed and didn't move, even if he no longer had any expectations for the world outside the house, but he still didn't want to die, as for why, maybe because of the sweetness of the steamed buns, maybe because of the fragrance of porridge.

Time passed again, he was fifteen years old this year, and he could stagger out of bed and stroll around the house, but he was always reluctant to approach the door, that day Qigui came back covered in blood, holding steamed buns and porridge in his hands, Su Wen was frightened, he really felt the danger outside the door for the first time, the steamed buns of that day were no longer sweet, and the porridge was full of blood, but he still didn't want to die.

"Get out of here! and see the outside world. The voice in my heart came again.

Su Wen shook his head and refused, retreated to the small bed, and sat tremblingly, the little servant smiled coldly on the side, the blood stains on his face were even more hideous, "Young Master, it's very dangerous outside, so don't go out, as long as Qigui is there, the young master can eat steamed porridge all the time." ”

On the second day, when Qigui was about to go out again, he was stopped by Su Wen, "Qigui, can you not go out, it's too dangerous outside." ”

"If you don't go out, you won't have steamed porridge to eat. ”

Su Wen was silent for a long time, and finally spoke: "Then I'll go with you." ”

"Aren't you afraid of death? You might really die if you get out of here. Qigui said with wide eyes.

"But what if you die? Su Wen said suddenly, at this moment he realized that what he was afraid of was never the darkness, nor the shuddering roar outside the house, what he was really afraid of was what would happen if Qigui disappeared, because this was the belief that made him want to continue to live.

Qigui was stunned, he sat on the threshold and pushed the door open, only to see that the sky outside was as red as blood, the earth was full of scars, skeletons and bones could be seen everywhere, a big bird with blurred flesh and blood was flying in the sky, making a terrible scream, and the scrawny people were crowded like a tide, like the walking dead without a soul.

"Young master, I'm just a little servant, I live for you, you don't need to care at all, as long as you have porridge and steamed buns every day, isn't it?

Su Wen, who was trembling all over, looked at the tragic scene outside the house, he stood in place at a loss, Qigui chuckled and turned around and was about to leave, when a voice came from behind him.

"What am I going to do if you die outside today. ”

The little servant looked back at the young master with a pale face, and said with a smile: "If I die, there will also be a second Qigui to send steamed porridge to the young master, in short, as long as the young master is alive, nothing else matters." ”

These words exploded in Su Wen's heart, and a series of information poured into his mind like flowing water, the same wooden house, the same freckled little face smiling at him, telling himself the flowers and birds outside the house when he was in pain, always trying to tell himself everything outside the house, and tirelessly saying it over and over again. If the young master can move, we can go and see the world outside the house, it's really beautiful outside', suddenly a big bird landed outside the wooden house, and a person walked down from the bird's back, he looked at Qigui indifferently, and then waved his sleeve robe, Qigui fell in a pool of blood and lost his life, and then the man said to him: "Don't care, there will be a second Qigui to take care of you, in short, as long as you live, nothing else matters." ”

In an instant, the entire blank sheet of paper seemed to fall into a dye vat, and the experience and memories of the journey from the wooden house to the Heikyo martial arts test came to my heart like a spring.

The cold Qigui suddenly felt a burst of warmth embracing him, Su Wen's confused eyes gradually gave birth to a glow, the sky outside the door gradually appeared blue, the birds soared to their heart's content, the ground under their feet regained vitality, people ran happily, and the originally dead and silent world was full of business in an instant.

"Thank you, Qigui. Su Wen said softly, tears slowly slid down from the corners of his eyes, it turned out that whether it was the illusion or the real world at this moment, the only one who always supported himself in that wooden house was the little servant who loved to laugh and always left the best for everything.

"You don't live for me, your life belongs to you alone, because you are called Qigui. ”

Qigui Mu Ne turned around, his cold expression slowly melted, a familiar smile emerged from the bottom of his heart, and he said softly: "Young Master, you have grown up." ”

Su Wen walked out of the door, there was a crisp click, the world in front of him was like a broken mirror shattered, the illusion was gone, the school building reappeared in front of him, the handwriting on the four walls was re-framed, and the incense finally burned out the last trace of spice.

Su Wen was surprised to see that there was a "love" written on the paper in front of him Words, the crappy handwriting is indeed from his own hands, is this what he sees from that handwriting, maybe it is the change of handwriting and the breath of burning incense that makes people re-witness the most fearful picture in their hearts in a blur, Su Wen looked up and saw that there were more than ten people in the room, but there were many familiar faces, Mo Xiuyuan, Huang Yuehua, Lang Jiuyan, even Wang Ranliang, who should have been said to be unfavored from beginning to end, persevered to the end, he woke up from sleep with a yawn, and there was no exhaustion on his face.

Su Wen looked at the rice paper on the other party's table, there was no word, could it be that this guy just slept with a stick of incense, should this be said to be luck or strength.

At this time, Dao Wei slowly walked from outside the house, and took away the paper on everyone's table, except for Mo Xiuyuan and Wang Ranliang, the rest of them only wrote one word, and Mo Xiuyuan simply wrote the whole article, Su Wen was very curious about whether there were any things in this world that could make that guy feel frightened, but in the end, he didn't ask, and with the pride of the other party, even if he was most likely not to tell him.

"I can't imagine that Brother Su and Little Brother Wang are real people who don't show their faces, it was Lang who was offended before, and I will compensate the two of them here, and everyone will be alumni in the future, so they should support each other. Lang Jiuyan walked over with a smile on his face, everyone got out of the illusion in a state of qi deficiency and lack of body, and the other party was no exception, the pale cheeks could not see the slightest qi and blood, but even so, the other party still found the two of them for the first time, and this thinking really requires some skills.

Su Wen reluctantly sat up straight, and said in a vain tone: "I originally thought that my skin was thick enough, but it wasn't until I met Brother Lang that I realized that I was ashamed, admire, admire, if you take a step further, I am afraid that I will not be able to help but hit you in the face, so please join a group." ”

The corners of Lang Jiuyan's mouth twitched, but he saw Huang Yuehua slowly standing behind the other party, and Mo Xiuyuan on the side also looked at him quietly, and after a little weighing, the discomfort on his face quickly disappeared.

"It's a long time coming, Brother Su, our mountains don't turn around. ”

"Get out. ”