Spring River Flower Moon Night: Set of 2 Volumes

Chapter 2 The Beginning of the Night

In the Warring States Period, at the end of spring and the beginning of summer, a pair of grandparents and grandchildren were on their way in the barren mountains.

This place is located at the junction of Qin and Chu, and there has been continuous war all year round, and the idiom "chao Qin Mu Chu" describes the frequent wars in this area.

A few days ago, the village where the grandparents and grandchildren lived had just been burned by the flames of war. The old man had to take his young grandson to seek refuge with his relatives in Wei.

The two staggered along the rugged mountain road, and as soon as they reached the middle of the mountain, the boy, who was only five or six years old, yelled that he couldn't walk anymore, and asked his grandfather to carry him.

The old man had both white eyebrows and sixty years of age. Looking at the bright moon and barren mountains, he sighed again and again. He had no choice but to carry his little grandson on his back and walked all the way to the top of the mountain.

It was Yin time, the darkest hour of the day, and the mountain wind carried a damp breath, as if a mountain rain was about to come.

The old man walked for a while longer, but the child who had been sleeping soundly on his back suddenly woke up.He stared wide-eyed, twisted and twisted, begging to come down.

"Grandpa, I heard someone calling me in the grass."

"My dear grandson, did you hear wrong? How can there be anyone in this deep mountain and old forest?" The old man stopped to listen, but only heard the rustling of leaves and the soft chirping of mosquitoes.

But the boy kept struggling and wanted to get off his grandfather's back. The old man couldn't help his little grandson, so he could only hug him off.

As soon as the little boy hit the ground on both feet, he ran into a dense bush with overgrown branches and leaves.

"Come back quickly, be careful there are insects and snakes inside." The old man shouted eagerly, but before he finished speaking, he saw his little grandson walking back with a snow-white animal in his arms.

Under the hazy moonlight, it was found that the animal was a young fox cub with blood on its fur, as if it had been attacked by a ferocious beast.The fox was still a little bit angry, its mouth opened and closed, very much like the movements of humans calling.

The old man was very pleased to see the injured white fox. Years of wars had softened his heart so much that he could not see death at all.He hurriedly took the white fox from his grandson, and simply bandaged it to stop the bleeding. After working for a while, the fox's soft neck finally regained some strength.

The boy was overjoyed when he saw this, he put the white fox in his small back basket, and followed his grandfather bouncingly.

The shadow of the moon slid across the clouds, casting a faint glow, as if even the dark clouds were thicker than before.

"Grandpa, do you want to call it Xiaobai or Xiaoxue? It looks so beautiful, is it a male or a female?" The boy picked up the white fox and regained his energy. He talked along the way and followed the old man over the mountain.

The old man smiled lovingly and ignored his immature grandson. He only looked at the dense lead cloud above his head with worry, and secretly prayed that the mountain rain would not come too soon.

At dawn, the grandparents and grandchildren had already reached the foot of the mountain. The narrow and rugged mountain road became wider and wider, and the old man's footsteps became much lighter as he was about to meet his relatives.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden clash of armor and swords on the mountain road, and a group of patrolling soldiers came out of the bluish-white morning light.

"Where are you going? The frontier is the border, hurry back!" There were more than a dozen soldiers in this group, and the leader shouted loudly when he saw them.

"My relatives live in the village at the foot of the mountain. The old man brought his grandson to join them. Please do me a favor and let us pass..."

"What village? There are no villages around here!" the soldier shouted sharply, "You are clearly trying to treason!"

What?No more villages?Could it be that his younger brother and sister-in-law died in the iron hoof and the flames of war?When the old man heard the bad news, he was so sad that he couldn't speak for a while.

He looked at his seven-year-old grandson, and couldn't help crying. He felt that this child was extremely pitiful, his parents had already died, and now there was no one who could protect him.

"Recently there have been wars on the border, and there have been many traitors. We have been ordered to patrol the border. If we find any civilians who are restless, we will kill them all!" Seeing him crying, the leading soldier impatiently drew his saber from his waist.

"We are really not treasonous, we will go back."

"Go back? Then you have to be escorted by the elders, and who knows if you will come back again?" He said with a smirk, raised the knife in his hand, and stabbed the old man's chest with one knife. "We are all very busy, but There's no time to stare at you, so it's done once and for all."

The accident happened in an instant, and before the old man realized what had happened, he fell to the ground, with muddy tears still hanging on his old face, as if he did not want to believe this terrible fact.

"Grandpa! Get up, don't die!"

The crying of the little grandson sounded in his ear, and he wanted to tell the child a few words, but when the words reached his mouth, they turned into blood foam and sprayed out, and he couldn't even say a word.But soon a gust of hot blood sprayed on his face, the crying of the little grandson stopped abruptly, and the small body fell on him, obviously also being poisoned.

With a pain in his heart, he let out a muffled grunt, and then he died.But in the blink of an eye, the grandparents and grandson who were talking and laughing just now were dead by the roadside.

"I killed two more traitors today, and I will have an explanation when I go back." The soldiers laughed and walked away.

Even God seems to be unable to stand this human tragedy. A thunderstorm came from the sky full of cumulus clouds, and the big raindrops fell aggressively, washing the green mountain scenery.The corpses of the grandparents and grandchildren were also washed clean. The blood mixed with the rainwater meandered down the ditch of the mountain road, as if a few bolts of bright red silk were sprinkled in a piece of dark green and dark gray.

I really would rather be a dog of peace than a person in troubled times.

Silence quickly returned to the deep mountain, and the little boy fell into the basket on the ground, looking at his body through the rain curtain with a pair of bright dark eyes.Like weeping, like complaining.

(End of this chapter)