Chapter 1715

On the Bank of the stream, there is a large shoal full of pebbles. One person lies in it, pale, eyes closed, and even the breath is very weak.

The stream soaked half of his body, and several green shell crabs crawled around him, and one of them climbed directly onto him.

For several days, the man didn't wake up, but he didn't die. He kept a weak breath and lay here all the time.

I don't know how many days passed. Two figures, one old and one small, came slowly from a distance.

The old man looked like he was in his sixties. He was dark, wearing a hat and a coir raincoat, and carrying a fishing rod made of bamboo on his shoulder. He walked a little incongruously, as if his left leg was slightly lame.

The little one was a girl less than ten years old, dressed in old clothes that had been mended many times, bared two little feet, with a red face, two small sheep's horns braided on her head, and kicked the stones under her feet from time to time.

The old man looked at the innocent and cheerful appearance of his little girl, and there was a peaceful smile on his face.

Suddenly, the little girl ran to the old man with a panic on her face from the front, pulled the old man's clothes and said, "there are dead people in front!"

As soon as the old man's face changed, he quickly narrowed his eyes and looked ahead. Sure enough, he saw a motionless body.

The little girl was not lightly frightened, but she still looked around, as if with some curiosity.

"Stay here, grandpa to have a look." The old man said, put the bamboo pole aside and walked over carefully.

The girl nodded. Although she was curious about the body, it was a dead man after all. She was still very afraid and didn't dare to follow close.

The old man walked close to the body and saw that the body was so young that it looked less than 20 years old. Although its face was white and frightening, it looked very beautiful.

The old man looked gloomy and felt a little sorry. Why did such a beautiful young man die here? Is it because of the natural disaster *?

However, the old man didn't think about it. He had lived for most of his life. He was not surprised that such people died in the wilderness.

"Alas, I lost my life at a young age. It's also very poor. I'll bury you so that you can live in peace, so as not to be eaten by wolves and tigers on the mountain." After all, the old man was kind-hearted, so he decided to dig a hole to bury the young man's body, and then set up an unknown monument for him, which was also good deeds.

"Peace, come here." The old man looked back and greeted his granddaughter.

The little girl called Ping'an hesitated, but she still wanted to see the dead man in her heart, so she also came close.

"Oh, this man is so beautiful." Ping An saw the face of the corpse and immediately said with some surprise.

The old man smiled bitterly, "don't look, grandpa is going to bury him."

"Oh." Ping An answered, and then helped the old man drag the body to the shore.

The old man found a place and began to dig with a small hoe pinned to his waist. The little girl felt very bored safely, so she went to the river to touch small fish and shrimp.

After digging for more than half an hour, the old man finally dug out a decent pit, so tired that he was sweating.

But after all, the old man did physical work when he was young, and he was a hunter who had been hunting in the mountains. Even when he was old, his bones were still strong.

After wiping his sweat, the old man first recited two words to the body, nothing more than what makes you safe in the earth and reincarnate earlier.

After reciting, the old man pushed the body directly into the pit, and then covered the soil, which was called a tight cover. He also deliberately surrounded a circle of stones on the side, and finally found a relatively smooth stone slab and stood in front of the small soil bag.

After doing this, the old man sat down beside the pit to rest, looked up at the sky, and frowned slightly.

"It's going to rain heavily." The old man said to himself that for an old hunter who has lived in the mountains for so many years, he can know when there will be wind and rain and when there will be a big sun by looking at the sky.

Rain is not a good thing on the mountain, especially when there is thunder, which will disturb the beasts on the mountain to flee everywhere, and if not, they will flee into the hunter's home.

When the old man was young, the wild animals on the mountain broke in several times at home. His father was beaten alive by a blind wild bear frightened by thunder.

This is the fate of hunters. After a lifetime of hunting, they are likely to die under the claws of those beasts.

The old man looked at his granddaughter, who was having a lot of fun by the river, holding two green shell crabs in both hands and smiling brightly on his face.

Seeing his granddaughter having a good time, the old man was also happy. Nothing big can compare with our granddaughter.

After enough rest, the old man went to pick up the fishing rod and went fishing by the river. Because he was old, the old man didn't go hunting in the mountains much, which was not only dangerous, but also worried about what to do with his little granddaughter who had no father and no mother if she died in the mountains?

Therefore, the old man often takes his little granddaughter down the mountain to fish by the stream, as long as they can catch as much as they can, as long as they have enough food for their grandparents and grandchildren.

"Grandpa, is there a dragon king in the water?" Ping An squatted beside the old man and asked naively.

The old man was stunned, smiled and said, "the water here is too shallow to accommodate the Dragon Lord."

Ping An pouted: "how big a river can there be a Dragon Lord?"

The old man thought, "it takes about ten rivers of this size to have it."

Ping An heard the words, and his small face was full of surprise: "is there such a big river?"

The old man laughed and said, "of course."

"Have you seen grandpa?" Xiao Ping'an looked at his grandfather with a surprised face.

The old man was a little embarrassed and scratched his head. He hadn't been out of the mountain several times in his life. The farthest way was to go to the town more than 100 miles away. Where did he see any big rivers.

"Of course grandpa has." But after all, the old man still wants face in front of his granddaughter.

Xiao Ping'an giggled, then put his chin in his hands, looked at the clear stream in front of him, and whispered, "I also want to see such a big river."

Although the old man is old, his ears are very smart. Hearing his granddaughter's words, his heart is full of guilt.

He is just an old hunter who has no promise and has never seen anything in the world. He has come over in such a muddle all his life, but does his little granddaughter want to live in this poor mountain and water all his life like himself?

With a sigh, the old man hesitated in his heart. Do you want to take his granddaughter outside the mountain to have a look?

"Go home."

"Oh."

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It rained at night, and the new barren grave not far from the stream suddenly moved.

PS: the third watch