Chapter 9: kill

The carpenter just let Changan chop firewood for an afternoon. He was taught to use a saw, but the chopsticks used axe. The axe has a relationship with the saw? No matter how stupid Chang'an was, he knew that the carpenter was using him as a white worker. He didn't say anything on his mouth, chopped the wood that the carpenter had chopped, and grind a large blood bubble.
The carpenter's temper is very bad. Only every time he comes back from Zheyan, there will be a moment, and his attitude towards Chang'an will soften slightly. The carpenter also had a squinting woman as his wife. Maybe it was because of her natural squinting eyes. Chang'an always felt that she looked at her eyes strangely. On several occasions, he saw the carpenter's wife sneer at him behind.
Although the carpenter didn't teach him anything, Chang'an wasn't too anxious. He had no interest in carpentry at all--saws and chisels, so that he could live well and safely?
Every time I think about it, Chang'an will always be upset again. He tried to express his thoughts with Zheyan several times, but when he saw Zheyan, he couldn't say it.
From the perspective of Zheyan, the carpenter is probably the first noblest person in the world. Chang'an always feels that every time Zheyan sends him out in the morning, his eyes are full of piety, as if he is not going to learn carpentry, but Be immortal!
That night, Chang'an didn't dare to go home immediately, fearing that Zheyan saw his hand fussed, he sneaked around to the edge of the river behind the wooden house, and scooped down a thorny grass stem—this thing was dried, People usually use it to repair roofs. They are very tough, and there are burrs on the side. If you don't pay attention, you can scratch people.
The child sat by the river, washed the stalks of the grass, and silently picked up the blood bubbles on the prickly hands.
The pain is painful, but Changan is used to three disasters and nine diseases, and he is used to it. He feels it can be tolerated.
After picking up the blood bubbles, Changan soaked his hands in the cold river water for a while, the hot feeling faded a lot, and the swelling effect was immediate.
After he handled his little hands, it was a little late, and Chang'an stood up and was ready to go home, only to find that Zhe Yan sneaked out from the back door of the house.
Chang'an is still not very tall. The man is covered behind the big rock near the river, and it is difficult for others to find him. Somehow, he paused and didn't move. Standing there, looking at Zhe Yan's face was as ugly as a ghost, white and blue, and only when he coughed, unknown redness appeared.
Zheyan held a roll of grass with some cloth strips and set these things on fire.
No part of Chang'an was good, but his eyes were good. He clearly saw that there were blood stains between the blades of grass and the cloth.
Perhaps it was choked by smoke, and Zhe Yan suddenly coughed aloud, and he fell to the ground, like a skinny ghost, with slightly dry hair hanging down to cover his face. It was pitiful at dusk.
When he coughed, the thin blood flowed down his fingers, and Zhe Yan coughed, his face became red and his neck thick, and even his tears came down. He looked at the slowly burning fire just like that, his face seemed With a trace of unknown death, his expression was angry and unwilling.
Chang'an didn't dare to move, he suddenly came up with an idea without a teacher—Zheyan was about to die, right?
No one taught him what to call "death", but when an old hunter in the tribe went out to hunt, he told the wolf to bite a leg. He was too old, and the sons thought he was a burden, and no one managed it. He died soon.
Chang'an watched him lifted out of the tent, with strange spots growing on his face, a lot of hair loss, eyes wide open, but muddy and scary, the maggot crawling around his body, exuding all over A rancid smell.
Chang'an only knew that it was dead and couldn't live anymore.
He didn't know why, he had a persistent fear of death, especially Chang'an still clearly remembers how those people said he didn't live long when he was young.
Chang'an was right. Zheyan was about to die. He finally couldn't survive the winter of that year.
That winter was so cold that it seemed to be cold enough to freeze human blood into ice no matter how much fire was set on it. People outside were worried, saying that something had happened in the Snow Wolf tribe over the mountain. One of the leader ’s Asian beast sons suddenly did n’t recognize his six relatives. Somehow, he killed his aunt and a few brothers and became a new one. The leader of the Snow Wolf really has to be ruthless, a despised and admired character.
When they talked about the word "uncle", they were both afraid and disdainful, but from the perspective of a ruthless child like Chang'an, they killed their biological father with a knife, and waited for him to get older, regardless of him, and told him to go out There was no big difference in hunting and then being killed by a wolf.
Anyway, the result is one, that is, Adie is dead.
Chang'an didn't understand why others were willing to die, but he himself didn't want to.
That day Ayan was beside him, looking at him anxiously, Chang'an squatted beside Zhe Yan's bed, watching Zhe Yan dying on the straw mat, and there was a block in her heart, sour and bewildered. He hasn't lived in the world for seven years, so it seems that his whole life is with Zheyan, and Changan can't imagine it. There will be no Zheyan in the future. What should I do?
So with a little hope, he made a request to his adoptive father for the first time in his life.
Chang'an asked, "Zheyan, don't you die?"
Ayan gave a sob, but Zheyan exhausted all her strength, raised her eyes to look at him, opened her mouth, and made a hoarse single tone: "You ..."
This word almost cost him his life. He opened his mouth wide and gasped hurriedly, his eyes were slackened, but his words were not explained, and his words could not be closed. His slack eyes were miraculously reunited again. After getting up, condensed on Changan's face.
"You want to ... be a good carpenter!"
He howled out like this, with strange light shining from his eyes, not knowing where the strength came from, and clenching the child's thin wrists tightly.
Ayan held Chang'an's head and hurriedly hurriedly said, "Nod, child, nod."
"But I want to learn the sword." Chang'an thought so. He felt that he had only two wishes in his life. One was that Zheyan did not agree with him, but Zheyan did not agree with him. The other was to learn the knife, but it seemed as if ... further and further.
But Changan was still unable to say this sentence. He felt that if he said that, Zheyan would be like the dead old hunter, with his eyes open and unwilling to close, how pitiful.
In Chang'an's small heart, the pain was dying.
Seeing him nod, Zheyan finally felt relieved. He squeezed Chang'an's wrist and made a move to Ayan's hand. He said, "Ah ..."
Ayan quickly took Chang'an's hand with both hands, and Zheyan glanced at her, as if she had completed the last thing in his life, her head tilted and she lost her breath.
The diffused sorrow was like a dyke, and it was enveloped in Changan indiscriminately in an instant, and he understood unclearly what was called life and death.
A child's feet on the ground seemed to take root, like a little beast stubbornly guarding his own site. No matter how Ayan persuaded, he didn't move the place, just not let others carry the philosophy away.
Whenever he came, he looked at him with fierce eyes, as if he was going to bite someone.
In the end, even the leader was alarmed. The leader finally sighed and said to others, "You see the child picked up by the philosopher, although he doesn't know how to cry, he is quite emotional."
He finished, thought for a long time, and then sighed, and made an assertion for Changan. The leader said, "This is a good boy!"
In the end, the adults in the tribe finally lost their patience. An adult orc lifted Chang'an's neck as easily as he picked up a newborn baby, and then used three fingers on his neck Pinch, he pinched him.
When Chang An woke up again, Zhe Yan was gone, and they arranged him at A Yan. A Yan is a good woman. She always hopes that Chang'an is her child, but she cannot replace Zheyan, and no one can replace another.
According to Zheyan's ridiculous last wish, Chang'an still went to the carpenter every morning. For a while, he felt that he had almost given up his distant dream of learning knives. Only when the carpenter went far away did he have a chance to let go. Take a vacation and go to the woods to see the samurai training.
Hungry and thirsty.
But the carpenter still didn't teach him anything, and even after Zheyan died, he intensified him slowly.
In all this, Chang'an concealed Ayan by concealing the philosopher's words-Ayan is even more fuss than Zheyan, seeing his nosebleed will be helpless, seeing a wound on his body, he would endlessly cry .
Finally, Chang'an reluctantly stayed with the carpenter for more than half a year. The carpenter didn't teach him anything, so he secretly learned. When the carpenter didn't pay attention, he secretly touched the tools, and picked up what the carpenter threw to practice. Actions are inherently sensitive, and every action of the carpenter he keeps in mind.
Although unwilling-he promised to be a good carpenter.
However, just this summer, Chang'an had just turned seven years old. He was carrying a large bucket higher than the others to give the carpenter's wife a bath and was seen by a distant relative who happened to be visiting by the carpenter.
The man gave him a glance, and waved at him slightly curiously: "Child, come and see."
Chang'an didn't offend him. He moved slowly, his carpenter's relative looked at him, and asked lazily, "You are Luke's apprentice? What's your name?"
Chang'an instinctively felt that he had nothing to do, so he just looked up at the man and said nothing.
The carpenter's relatives laughed with the carpenter and said, "Look, you apprentice are dumb."
The carpenter waved his hand impatiently at Chang'an: "Do your job, get out."
However, it was thought that Chang'an didn't understand. Before he went far, the carpenter sneered at his relatives: "This is a hard-forged garrison for me that I played before. Somehow, my brain was hot. Even promised to come down and get myself such a small drag, it is still a small sick seedling, and it must not be exposed to the sun, but I dare to come to be a young master for me, hey! "
Chang'an stepped down, bowed his head, buried his face under his shadow, couldn't see the expression, and immediately went forward after a meal, as if he didn't hear anything.
Then he turned a corner and stood behind the wall secretly, overhearing what they said.
Carpenters' relatives don't make a deep "Oh" sound, and lowered their voices and laughed: "Presumably it tastes good, so you can't find the North."
The carpenter said indifferently: "Men, they look good, they don't necessarily have ecstasy, they are all let loose, but ... they don't taste a little yell."
The carpenter's relative laughed and said, "If you say, you should take a break from this squinting wife and marry a new one, otherwise why go out and find such a cheap Asian beast man?"
The carpenter sighed heavily and lowered her voice: "Don't mention the bitch, I really want to find a chance to kill her. She looked at people and I got goosebumps, but she went out for a few times and she stunned I could n’t be happier with you, guess what, I saw that Zhe Yan coughing up blood the other day, and it was purple blood that spit out, just like the bitch's brother died ... Well, I do n’t know if she is How did you poison it ... "
When Changan heard this, he finally picked up the wooden barrel again, and God went away unconsciously, he thought coldly: It turned out that the carpenter and his wife killed the philosopher.
On that night, Chang'an had finished his work. After the carpenter waved him to leave, Chang'an did not return to A Yan's home.
He climbed up a large tree not far from the carpenter's house, hid in a dense canopy, and waited until it was dark, watching the lights of the carpenter's house went out, and the human voice could not be heard, so he climbed from the tree When he got down, he sneaked into the door and squeezed into the carpenter's yard.
Changan finds out the gums that carpenters usually use-it is said that they were trained from a special "fat pier tree". If it sticks to a person's finger, you must cut off a layer of skin to separate it.
Chang'an is like a kitten, and there is no sound on his body. He picked up the brush, picked up the gum bucket, wiped all the seams of the carpenter's window, and sealed the gaps with strips of thin strips of waste. . He had a lot of patience in doing the work, brushing one layer after another, brushing it seven or eight times, and using up the entire barrel of gum, he sat down and rested for a while.
With this work, all of him, from the inside to the outside, was soaked with sweat.
For a long time, Chang'an got up panting from the ground, stole the flintstone from the kitchen calmly, put the wood waste in the yard around the carpenter's house, and piled up a lot of places.
He did all this without panic or running away, instead he climbed back to the big tree and sat there waiting to see.
In the tribe, the rich lived in a stone house, covered with tarpaulin or animal skin, and fitted with heavy curtains, called "tents", such as the leader's house.
The poor common people set up a shed to shelter the wind and rain with thatch, just like Ayan's house.
Only a carpenter is unique and pretentious. Making a house made of pure wood looks very different.
Of course, when it burns, it is even more distinctive.
All the doors and windows of the carpenter's house were sealed. The carpenter's family, except for the woman, had only Asian beasts. There was no strength to rot the wooden wall and door. That night, the wailing sound spread out to the second mile, shocking the entire tribe. However, when people arrived, the fire had already risen, and they were out of control. It was too late to rescue.
They could only watch the carpenters with their eyes, but after a while, they were burnt to death.
Chang'an then seemed to be at ease, slipping down from the tree, and a man walked towards the house without knowing it.
The carpenter did not treat him well. He had no charity, and he did nothing about Zheyan in his back, and killed Zheyan.
Chang'an thought that Zhe Yan had raised himself, so it was natural for him to avenge Zhe Yan. There was no guilt in the child's heart, and he even felt that he was doing beautifully. The only thing that made him uncomfortable was that ... he had nowhere to learn woodworking.