Peach blossom outside bamboo

Dayuan Village is a small mountain village in the west of Nanqing Kingdom. The village sandwiched between the mountains has a history of 100 years since there were people. At least the ancestors enshrined in the village ancestral hall have been 500 years ago.This is an old village.There are dozens of households in the whole village, and the population is [-] if you count your head.More than half of the people in this village have the surname Xia, so some people call this place Xiajia Village.

Dayuan Village is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with fertile farmland, which can be regarded as a blessed land.As long as they are not too lazy, most people who are diligent in farming can eat enough and wear warmth.Therefore, the people in this mountain village often have a comfortable and warm expression, and their life follows the spring, autumn and autumn, day and night, repeating the cycle of happiness!

Xia Silang's family is an ordinary farmer in Dayuan Village, and one of the few poor families in the village.His parents died early in his early years, leaving him with only a few solid earthen houses.With the help of the villagers, I barely had enough to eat. Because I worked hard and worked hard, I also accumulated some meager assets and got married when I was an adult.Xia Silang got married relatively late, but he already had three children under the age of ten. The young husband was married from a neighboring village. His name was Liansheng. He was not very good-looking, but he was a kind-hearted person who could endure hardships. .The family lived in the westernmost part of the village, and the few earthen houses next to the bamboo forest at the foot of the mountain were quite simple, which was good for sheltering from wind and rain.The country people don't have much to pursue, and a family can live a happy life if they can eat enough and wear warmth.However, in the past few days, because of the illness of their third son, the whole family has felt a little distressed.

"I beg all the gods to bless me, so that my poor little Saner will get well soon! Get rid of the illness! God bless... God bless..." Xia Silang's husband Lang Liansheng set up a long bench in the small courtyard as an altar table, with With a stick of incense, put a bowl of cloudy rice wine.Some thin bodies knelt on the yellow mud floor, kowtowing from time to time to pray for their sick children.The [-]-year-old third son Xia Xiaoshan passed out inexplicably when he went out to play a few days ago.That little body can only gasp weakly for a few breaths, and can't even pour the soup into it.Xia Silang's family didn't have much money, so they only asked the old doctor in the village to see the child, but they couldn't do anything, saying it depended on fate.Some people in the village said that the little doll was robbed of his soul by the ghost mountain god. Liansheng, who was so anxious, knelt in the courtyard to offer incense for several days, begging God to let this little brother die!

Before Xia Mu opened his eyes, he was in a daze, not knowing where he was.Occasionally, I became a little conscious, but I felt as if my body was being pressed by a weight of several hundred kilograms, not to mention moving my hands and feet, even my eyelids could not move.Every cell in the whole body is too heavy.In a blur, he felt that there were a few people coming and going around him, speaking vague words, someone was hugging or stroking his body, and those people also tried to feed him some soup or something. .In fact, Xia Mu really wanted to move his fingers or something to respond, but he was really powerless, as if he was in a dream, and many feelings and judgments were confused.Sometimes, some unconscious clips like movie shots suddenly flashed in my mind.He clearly remembered that his name was Xia Mu, he was a grown-up from an orphanage, an older young man who had been in the society for a long time and still maintained the status of "Three No's".But occasionally, when his consciousness is blurred, he feels some unusual memories. He is Xia Xiaoshan, a six-year-old peasant boy...

The intertwining of these broken pieces made him feel endless confusion and pain!

"...San'er...my poor San'er..."

There was a voice that sounded more and more clearly beside my ears. The voice contained anxiety, tension, and anticipation. Even if I only listened with my ears, I could still hear the infinitely sad expression of tears streaming down.Obviously a mother's cry to her child.Xia Mu was a little envious. Since he could remember, he had been living in an orphanage, and he was always envious of those children who could be loved by their parents.A female friend once told Xia Mu that he must be a Cancer sign, a sign that needs love and stability very much.Xia Mu doesn't even know when his birthday is, and of course he doesn't know what zodiac sign he is.But he did not refute this point of view. No matter what the constellation is, the desire for love and stability has always existed in his heart.

The memory of being Xia Mu and the memory of being Xia Xiaoshan in my mind were entangled at the beginning, but after all, Xia Mu's life memories lasted more than [-] years, and later became more and more dominant. Mu's consciousness became clearer and clearer, Xia Mu could gradually feel some things around him more clearly.

The sad cry next to my ear sounded intermittently, sometimes clearly, sometimes vaguely!Because of envy, Xia Mu wanted to open his eyes to see the person who kept talking in his ear...

"Liansheng, the stone has heated up the food, go and eat some! I'll watch over you, mistress!" A hoarse male voice sounded.Before this, this voice also appeared, but it was not so clear.

Xia Mu obviously felt that his consciousness was more concentrated, and he was able to distinguish some sound and light things around him.When I heard the man's voice, I suddenly thought 'this is Daddy' in the back of my mind...

"...the child's father, how can I eat with Xiaosan like this?!!..." The soft voice was full of desolation, and he sighed heavily.

"Abba...Abba is crying..." That weak voice continued to appear in my mind.Xia Mu was confused again, and it was obvious that some cognitions that did not belong to him had flowed into his consciousness.He is Xia Mu, but the voice said again, he is Xia Xiaoshan...

"You knelt in the courtyard for such a long time today, begging the gods, and the gods will bless San'er when they hear it! Go eat! Otherwise, Xiao San'er hasn't recovered yet, and you, the father, will fall down again. What do we do with the rest?!"

"..."

The two seemed to be talking again, but Xia Mu was a little tired, and he fell into chaos again. The two consciousnesses in the void seemed to be fighting, and there was another wave of drowsiness...

It seemed as if billions of years had passed, Xia Mu finally had the strength to open his eyes, and he could tell that he was Xia Mu, but he also knew that there was Xia Xiaoshan's imprint in his consciousness. The 26-year-old Xia Mu and the [-]-year-old Xia Xiaoshan have two completely different consciousnesses, interweaving and merging with each other through the passage of time.In the end, Xia Mu's consciousness clearly gained the upper hand.Now, he is Xia Mu who has part of Xia Xiaoshan's memory.With the fusion of the two consciousnesses, Xia Mu also began to gain control over his body.

Then open your eyes.What is reflected in the eyes is a piece of gray wooden roof beams, which is both familiar and strange.He said it was familiar because he knew that this was Xia Xiaoshan's house, the house where he lived with his two older brothers!It is strange because this place is not what Xia Mu knew before, and it does not exist in any memory of Xia Mu.

The author has something to say: Regarding the setting of this world, there is not much to consider.I just want to write about a world full of men, I don't intend to be a creator god and create a whole new world! !