Endless vast other world

Chapter 53
A female centaur was standing in the large courtyard, waiting for the evening to come.

She hasn't eaten all day.Whether it's the dates that are within reach, or those huge purple grapes that fall from the high wall into the yard.

She even tried her best not to smell the rich and strong aroma of the ripe pomegranate.

Because she is about to give birth.

Must be in top shape.If you eat too much, it will have a bad effect.

The centaur group she belongs to has about 1 centaurs.

She is the only one to be born today.

According to the habits of the centaurs, she was specially taken to a yard to prepare for the birth.

The courtyard door is closed.In this way, the aroma of alfalfa will not float in and stimulate her appetite.

Her abdomen was swollen because of the baby centaur who was about to be born.

So much so that she had to lie on her side.

Fasting had already severely damaged her vitality.

Her eye sockets are sunken and her fur is uneven.

The chest is heavy.

The setting sun continued to fall from behind the gray-green olive trees on the edge of the yard.

There was no sound at all.This is true in the courtyard, as is the place where the centaurs gather.

The whole world seems to be holding its breath, waiting for dusk to come.

The sound of insects and birds gradually pierced the silence.

In the evening.The toads beat their bass pipes and sang loudly.

The chirping of crickets.The cooing of pigeons.In the mountains far away, a coyote began to laugh wickedly.

Seeing that the time is coming.

The female centaur turns to the east.

Her eyes are like a needle piercing the blood-red sun.

She kept staring at Luoyang.until the eyes sting.

finally.An old male centaur walked into the yard.

He blew the trumpet and sang the four winds of heaven again.

He is the patriarch of the centaur tribe.He will personally preside over the birth of the little centaur.

The centaurs attach great importance to the birth of newborns.

The birth of all the little centaurs will be presided over by the centaur patriarch himself.

The patriarch looked at the high swollen belly of the female centaur.

"I'm going to give birth tonight." The patriarch judged.

The patriarch nodded slowly and gravely.

The heart of the female centaur fluttered like a bird's wings.

She forgot all the pains of her body,
She couldn't wait to hear the cries of the little centaur.

It was getting dark.

The female centaur raised her head and looked up into the sky.

She saw a small patch of sky, and a crescent moon.

That piece of sky seems to be framed by the yard.

The crescent moon rose higher and higher.Bats and night owls flew around silently in the velvet night, doing their thing.Insects died under their assault.

On the wall of the yard, a nail was nailed firmly.A lantern hung from a peg.

The candles in the lanterns gave off a faint light.

The stable has not been used since spring.Hence the rancid smell.

The patriarch also saw the crescent moon in the sky.

"It's a good omen," said the patriarch.

"A new moon, a new month. The little centaur will grow strong and run fast."

This sentence is said to the female centaur.To comfort her nervousness.

After hearing this, the female centaur really laughed.

The centaur took a deep breath, the cool air of a summer night.I felt a little relieved.

Seeing that the time is coming.

Immediately, the patriarch started to work quickly.

The patriarch lifted bucket after bucket of sand from the huge pile of sand behind the yard.

He went back and forth, running again and again.Pour the sand over the yard and cover it with hay.

He first spread the grass evenly with both hands, and then walked quickly on it over and over again, or ran wildly back and forth.

Finally, with some satisfaction, he checked his grades.

Now, the newborn little centaur has a good bed.

Sudden.Just at this time.

The female centaur, becomes very restless at times.

Her heart, like the wings of a moth, kept trembling.

That crescent moon hangs above the shoulder of the female centaur.

The female centaur hid in a corner of the yard, with her head bowed and her tail tucked in.

The time has come.

The patriarch hurriedly grabbed the female centaur's neck.

Although there is a certain amount of mental preparation.But at this moment, an inexplicable fear surged up in the female centaur's heart uncontrollably.

She even turned around slightly, trying to turn back.

Helpless, the patriarch insisted on pulling her back.

The female centaur hummed and grumbled to hide her fear.

The patriarch wanted her to eat and drink so that she would have more strength.

The centaur sniffed the dry hay, but she didn't eat it.

The centaur touched the bucket, but she didn't drink.

She stepped on the soft bed in front of her with her hoof.

at last.She tucked her hooves under her body.

Then he groaned and lay down.

She nodded and settled herself among the dry grass and sand.

Following her breathing, it became even.

The patriarch watched from the sidelines.His mind is like a spinning wheel, turning, turning, turning.

The candle in the lantern went out with a rustle.

The female centaur was still lying on her side as before.

but.At this moment, her head looked up.

A little centaur appeared on the haystack in the middle of the yard.

Ah, the little centaur is so small!Moreover, it was wet all over, and there was no visible fur color at all.

But her eyes were open.His eyes were full of curiosity.

The patriarch trembled.He was amazed at the birth of that little thing.

The patriarch has presided over countless birth ceremonies and witnessed countless newborn centaurs.

But every time.When the new life comes, the patriarch will be very excited and ecstatic.

What's more, this little centaur is so small and delicate.

The female centaur licks the body of the newborn.

She licks, licks, licks.The sound of tongues filled the peaceful stable.

The patriarch dared not move.He just watched the female centaur stand up awkwardly, and watched her use her front hooves to gently push the little thing.

The little centaur tried to stand up.

She stretched out her front feet, but they were tilted to one side.All four feet seemed to be entangled.

She didn't give up and tried again and again.

Fall down and try again.

Fall down and try again.

For a moment, she stood up.It makes people angry and dare not come out.

But then, her four feet bent again.So she fell back on the ground and fell into a ball.

The female centaur couldn't bear it, and wanted to help.

But the patriarch stood in the middle.

The patriarch signaled that the little centaur must stand up by itself.

The patriarch put his front hooves on the little thing, pushed her, and neighed at the newborn.

So the little centaur tried again.

finally!She stands up!

How slender is her figure!Ribs are faintly visible.And her eye sockets, like her mother's, were deeply sunken.

The patriarch let out a sigh of relief,

In any case, the little centaur survived.

The centaurs have one more member.

The white-haired patriarch looked at the little centaur with relief.

But at this time.Sudden.

The patriarch's face was full of fear.

He was examining the breast of the little centaur.

He pushed the little centaur aside so he could see it clearly.

The female centaur's eyes widened in horror, not knowing what was going on.

later.The patriarch finally spit out three words.

Everyone heard a ping-pong sound, as if hailstones were beating on the roof.

"Wheat ears pattern!"

The female centaur took courage and moved closer.She bent down so that she could see the little centaur's breasts too.

The Patriarch was right.

Just on the little centaur's chest, there is an irregular patch of fur.The grain resembles a mature ear of wheat.

"Wheat ears pattern!"

The patriarch's voice became hoarse.

"This is a bad omen! A bad omen!"

The female centaur couldn't help but feel a sinking heart.

She knows what that means.

In the centaur tribe, there has always been an ancient legend.

If a centaur is born with a birthmark in the shape of a wheat ear.Then, her whole life will be miserable.

Doom will follow her.Forever.

"Last night, the buzzing of the heron warned me...and the yellow-eyed owl..."

The patriarch shouted nervously.

"The life of this little centaur will be very unfortunate. Our centaur tribe will also have bad luck."

His cry was very shrill at night.

The little centaur, lying on the hay, was frightened and let out a whimper.

The patriarch's eyes were fixed on the little centaur's chest.

Then he stood up slowly, and drew the scimitar from his belt.

Just at this time.In the cave in the distance, there were a few faint sounds, the grunting and coughing of wild boars in the cave.

The meaning of the patriarch is obvious.

Instead of keeping this centaur and encountering misfortune in the future, or even implicating others, it is better at this time to simply...

This might be a relief for the little centaur.

The patriarch raised his scimitar and approached the little centaur step by step.

He moved lightly, not wanting to startle her.

This is the last bit of kindness that the patriarch can give to the little centaur.

The little centaur seemed to have a premonition of something.

She woke up suddenly with a sudden spasm, and struggled to stand up.

The little centaur still doesn't understand the meaning of the scimitar.But she instinctively felt the fear.

The little centaur wanted to hide, but he didn't know where to hide.

The little thing walked a few steps, snuggled up to his mother, and let out a cry for help.

The patriarch was unmoved.He still approached the little centaur and raised his scimitar high.

The scimitar in his hand glistened in the moonlight.

On the scimitar, there are still blood scratches.

moonlight.The movements of the three centaurs froze.It's like a vintage oil painting.

It was clearly in Xia Ye's courtyard.There was no one around, it was very quiet.

but.All three clearly heard the noise.

There was crazy noise everywhere.It was as if, 1 centaurs all recognized the call, and screamed one after another.

There was a lot of noise everywhere, like an ant nest.

The patriarch was heartbroken.

Can't be soft-hearted anymore!

He gripped the handle of the knife tightly, and he was about to cut it down!
"Call" sound.

The female centaur lies between the patriarch and the young centaur.

The patriarch thought that the female centaur was begging for mercy for the little centaur.

He flatly refused.Signal the female centaur to get out of the way quickly.

The centaur knelt down and picked up the little one.

The four legs of the little centaur kicked lively in the air.

The female centaur pointed to the white spot on the right hind leg of the little centaur.

There is also a white spot on the right hind leg of the little centaur.Shaped like water droplets.

The patriarch narrowed his eyes.His eyebrows were drawn into a black line.

That white dot——is a mark that symbolizes speed!

In the centaur tribe, there has always been an ancient legend.

If a centaur is born with a drop-shaped white spot on its body.Then, she will have the speed of the wind.

In the mind of the patriarch, he was considering this good and bad omen.

Which is more important, white spots or grains of ears of wheat?
The patriarch couldn't tell either.

When this little centaur grows up, she will have, as fast as the wind.

But.Can she resist the doom of her life?
Right here.In the cave in the distance, the wild boar suddenly screamed angrily.

The patriarch seemed to wake up hot suddenly.

He barely put away the machete.

"May she be safe in her life." The patriarch murmured.

The patriarch took out a sheepskin bag.

Inside the sheepskin bag is camel milk.Also added a few drops of wild honey.

The patriarch handed the sheepskin bag to the little centaur's mouth.

The little centaur took a sip.Very thick and thick.The taste is both sweet and bitter.

The patriarch left the yard.

In the darkness, the female centaur bowed to the back of the patriarch.

Only the female centaur, the little centaur, and the scimitar-like moon hanging high in the sky remained in the courtyard.

That lonely, empty feeling returned to the yard.

As if someone had just died.

At this moment, the female centaur took a look.

The little centaur is still there!She was lying on her side, breathing very lightly.

For a second or two, the centaur was really not sure if she was breathing.

Then, the female centaur took a step closer, laughing at herself for being timid.

The little centaur is still alive!But how thin she was!
Her sides were almost as flat as a prayer rug in a church.

The female centaur clings tightly to the body of the little centaur to keep the little centaur warm.

The little centaur, lying on the dry grass, let out a whimper.

The female centaur knelt beside the little centaur and fed the little centaur camel's milk mixed with honey.

The little centaur began to smack its lips strangely.With her baby teeth, she nibbled on the lid of the sheepskin bag, and sucked.

At first, it was still lightly, and then with all its strength, it sucked violently.

The female centaur looks at the baby centaur and camel milk.

This kind of happy feeling is something that the female centaur has never known before.

When you close your eyes.The female centaur is back then.

At the moment of birth, the female centaur once felt.At that moment, my soul seemed to fly into the sky.

I seem to have passed through a dark and narrow tunnel.Then came the end.

At the end of the tunnel.There was a haggard old man.

When the old man saw the female centaur, he smiled and waved, telling her to come closer.

The old man put one hand on the head of the female centaur.

Then he said in a whispering voice:

"I will fold up the windbreaker and become your child."

Then.The little centaur was born.

Looking at the little centaur in his arms, drinking camel milk.The female centaur silently made a promise in her heart:

"When you grow up, you will become the fastest centaur."

"When the time comes, you will be crowned."

"You'll be the wind! I promise!"

With the gray twilight of dawn, the moon faded away.

Instead, there is the sound of cowbells in the distance.

The female centaur gave the little centaur a name.

Tiny Jay.

(End of this chapter)