I’m From Miao Star

After having the hero knife, Zheng Ming should be working hard to collect the star weaving grass. He would send Ding Meng a bowl of brown rice and a basin of water every evening. With this little food and water, Ding Meng also recuperated for a big half a month before he recovered.

Walking out of the shantytown, he discovered that this place was in a narrow and quiet valley. Covering the mountains and plains were planted with blue star weaving grass. Zheng Ming relied on hard picking every day. Set for a living.

Next to the shanty is a dilapidated wooden cowshed. There are no cows in the cowshed, but there is a cowboy.

Because Zheng Ming doesn’t know what Niu’s name is, he is called Niu anyway. Niu is also an elderly refugee in ragged clothes. According to Zheng Ming, he was already there when he came. Now I live here. Uncle Niu stays closed all day long. Only in the evening does he come out and crouch at the door, playing the tune gently with green bones against the vast sky.

The reason why I have to crouch is because Uncle Niu’s left leg has been severed and he cannot stand normally. As for how the leg was broken, Uncle Niu never said, nor did they dare to ask Ding Meng. , Because Uncle Niu has a weird temper.

He ignores Ding Meng and Zheng Ming, no matter how hard Ding Meng they have in a day, even if they are tired between life and death, he will always go out on time in the evening and only do one thing , That is to ask Zheng Ming for wine.

Liquor is a very extravagant thing for poor people like them at the border. Even the worst quality wine sold in the market requires Zheng Ming to collect two more hours of stars every day. Weaving grass, then carry it to the town to get a small bottle.

It is also such a small bottle. Whether it is windy or rainy or severely cold and hot, Zheng Ming never stingy to exchange it for Uncle Niu every day, and he has never complained.

The amount of Niu Bo is very light. Every time he finishes drinking, he will slowly play the tune against the sky. The tune is very beautiful. Ding Meng has listened a lot, and will slowly start to play.

He played better than Bo Niu, but he still didn’t know the name of the tune. So once, while Bo Niu was drinking, Ding Meng plucked up the courage to step forward: “Uncle Niu, you everyday All play this song, what is the name of this song?”

Bo Niu never speaks, but this time he made an exception: “Why do you ask for the name?”

Ding Meng thoughtfully said: “I always think this song is very sad, but it is full of nostalgia, it’s like…like returning to hometown.” Uncle Niu glanced at him and said lightly: ” The name of this piece is called “The Original Scenery of Hometown”.”

Ding Meng suddenly said: “No wonder!”

Bo Niu said: “Where is your hometown?”

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Ding Meng scratched his head and said: “The colorful clouds on the southern border.”

“Oh!” Bo Niu stopped asking, and played a song as usual after drinking, and then returned to the shed. Rest in.

But after this time, he no longer played “The Original Scenery of Hometown”, but played a variety of songs, cheerful, heroic, sad, elegant… Sheng Kingdom’s moving melody, as well as Foreign Domain Demon Country’s herdsmen war anthem… Anyway, no matter what he plays, Ding Meng always learns quickly.

“Uncle Niu, you know so many songs, you must have been to many places?” Ding Meng asked again.

Uncle Niu still ignored him. He still went his own way. He went out on time in the evening, crouched and drank slowly with his disabled body, and then climbed back to the shed to rest after he finished playing.

This person is really weird, so strange that it is terrifying, but Ding Meng is not afraid of him, Ding Meng even feels that Uncle Niu has several points of intimacy.

Winter slowly passed, and the bright spring finally arrived. One evening with lingering spring rain, Uncle Niu played for a long time after drinking. The music this night was very sad, with one after in the sound. another Indescribable sadness, which makes people unable to control themselves for a long time.

Ding Meng, who was lying on the straw, listened to most of the night. He suddenly felt that Uncle Niu must have experienced some particularly painful things in his life, so he prefers to stay in this ridden place. Pass the time with wine and music all day long.

He can live without food, but he lives, perhaps because of this small bottle of bad wine every evening.

“What do you live for?” Uncle Niu occasionally asked this question suddenly.

Zheng Ming is coming back with rice noodles on his back. He always has a positive attitude: “Uncle Niu, if we are not busy, your Senior’s next drink will be gone.”

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Uncle Niu ignored him, turned his head and said: “Ding Meng, what about you?”

Ding Meng showed a wry smile: “I must live, and I must live well. Worthy of those people!”

He thought of the little girl, thought of the guard, thought of Ding Wenhe, and those little friends who froze to death in World of Ice and Snow, without the generosity of these people And righteousness, in this world there is no such person as Ding Meng.

Bo Niu picked up the wine bottle: “A drink?”

Ding Meng shook the head: “I can’t drink!”

Bo Niu coldly snorted and said: “A real man, he won’t even drink wine, what about living?”

Zheng Ming rushed up, grabbed the bottle and took a sip, then he coughed violently.

Bo Niu glanced at the two Little Brats, then stopped talking, slowly drank the rest of the wine, played a fishing song, and crawled back into the shed.

Ding Meng looked at his rickety body with sympathy in his eyes. He finally understood why Zheng Ming worked so hard every day and insisted on buying a small bottle of wine for Uncle Niu.

If you are old, without a relative or a friend, you can only live the rest of your life so lonely. I wonder what you would think? I don’t know if you can survive?

Days continue day by day, and summer will soon be ushered in. Midsummer is the most suitable season for the growth of star weaving grass. Zheng Ming bought a batch of new seeds from the town because Ding Meng helped. He worked, so he decided to expand the scale of Star Weaver, and then sell it in the town, and exchange a batch of grain to store it back in order to survive the hardest winter.

This piece of star-weaving grass is the basis for their livelihood. Zheng Ming has always cultivated the grass very well.

“Uncle Niu, you only drink and not eat every day, are you a source energizer?” Ding Meng finally asked this question.

Uncle Niu was a little surprised: “Do you know the source energizer?”

“I don’t know!” Ding Meng shook his head, “When I was very young, I listened to others in the colorful cloud-plated village. I have said source energizer.”

When he talked about the three words “Caiyun”, Uncle Niu’s eyes flashed with a complex color: “Have you never seen source energizer?”

Ding Meng is still shaking his head: “We are too poor. I heard that soldiers on the border are reluctant to go, so we haven’t seen what the source energizer looks like.”

Bo Niu’s expression is a bit trance. For a long time, he rarely sighed: “Being an ordinary person is actually quite good. If you become a source energizer, it may not be a good thing!”

“Why?” Ding Meng obviously didn’t understand.

Bo Niu said: “If you truly become a Martial Artist in the future, you will find that no matter how strong you are, there will always be more powerful people on top of you. If you climb higher, you will fall in the future. The worse it gets.”

This time Ding Meng understands. Uncle Niu was definitely a source energizer. His leg must have been interrupted too. I don’t know if he is discouraged or avoiding. Enemy, so I went to this place and fell to this point.

Uncle Niu said again: “But ordinary persons are not like this. They are hardworking and hardworking all their lives, and they feel satisfied if they can eat food…”

At this time, his eyes fell on the haystack in the distance, where Zheng Ming was tying star weaving. Although Zheng Ming worked hard, he seemed very happy.

Bo Niu sighed: “So, it’s good to be an ordinary person, at least not to do those silly things throwing an egg at a rock.”

Ding Meng said: “Why Is it a silly thing to say throwing an egg at a rock?”

This kind of question can only be asked by a child like him. Uncle Niu glared at him: “Then you throw an egg on a rock Do you think the stone was smashed, or the egg would break?”

Ding Meng pondered, and said: “No matter how hard the stone is, it will always be dead, and although the egg is fragile, it is Alive, the rock can only lie on the ground forever, but the egg can give birth to a chick. Sooner or later, the chick will grow up. One day it can fly into the sky and trample the rock under the foot. I think the egg is stronger.”

Uncle Niu looked at him and did not speak for a long time.

From that day on, Uncle Niu suddenly stopped drinking, and just played the tune for a while in the evening.

I was surprised by Zheng Ming. Uncle Niu didn’t explain anything about it. He just called Ding Meng: “Look at it and see if you can understand it?”

He slowly raised his right hand to form a hand knife, and then cut it out at a very slow speed.

Ding Meng is definitely incomprehensible, but Zheng Ming on the side seems to have an understanding. He also raised his hand knife and slapped it.

Bo Niu was nodded, but he also shook the head, and then climbed back again.

This shot is like a kind of magic. Zheng Ming will make gestures when he has nothing to do. He even cuts the tree between work. Even Ding Meng has learned it after a long time.

At this time, Ding Meng realized that Uncle Niu’s demonstration was actually a simple and profound martial skill. This is exactly what fish leaping over the dragon gate, a shot.

So the two children waited for Uncle Niu to come out every evening, taking advantage of this short time to humbly ask questions in the cultivation. Only then will Uncle Niu patiently teach and talk more. ：

“First of all, you have to exert force on the lower plate, follow the waist to exert force, and superimpose the force on your elbow, so that you can strengthen the attack. Zheng Ming did this action very right, Ding Meng, you are not proficient enough…”

“Shoot this blade must decisively, and immediately attack the opponent’s shoulder and chest, from top to bottom to the feet. After landing, the enemy is still not caught by you. Down, then you have to run away…”

“Zheng Ming big brother, let’s practice…”

“Okay, Ding Meng brother, you make progress It’s not small……”

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Seeing Zheng Ming and Ding Meng enthusiastically discussing martial skills, a trace of complex expression flashed in the eyes of Uncle Niu. He didn’t know whether he secretly taught martial arts, whether it was a blessing or a curse for the two children.

He only saw the continuation of his life from these two children. He was so innocent and happy and worked hard. He didn’t want these two children to grow old. , Reduced to his own situation.