Lost Continent

I was born in the cold winter. Grandpa said that the snow fell very heavily that time. He said that the mountains were full of whiteness, and only the Tamu tree had small red flowers. So he named me Tamu, and hoped that I could be like that Strong as a tree.

When I was finally able to identify the poisonous weeds that grandpa taught me, grandpa went out with the hunting team, and he was not in the team that returned that day. The patriarch said that grandpa died in the mountains and was eaten by wild animals.

Grandma cried, but I didn't cry. Grandpa said that only useless men cry.

Once I saw the patriarch pressing my grandma on a stone. Grandma’s clothes were torn off, crying and screaming. I was about to run over but she stopped me with her eyes. Not long after, grandma fell ill. At first she just had a fever all over her body, but then she coughed non-stop, vomited a lot of blood, and had large and small red spots on her face. We were kicked out of the clan.

As soon as I left the tribe, Grandma's spirit seemed to improve a lot. Grandma and I walked without direction. We met a wolf in the mountains. I didn't run away. I used the method grandpa taught me to take an arrow of poisonous weed from the wolf's neck. Wiped, it died, and I paid the price.

I walked with my mother for a long time, the sun rose and set, until the seventh sun rose, we stopped in a cave.

Later I found out that it was another tribe. I was afraid of being discovered by them. I dared not come out in the sun. I only dared to look for meat, bones and rotten vegetables in the dark and pick them up secretly, because my legs were disabled and I couldn’t run fast.

One night, I overheard a foreigner appearing in this tribe. They cheered, saying that he was approved by the witch, and must have been sent by the witch god.

I sneered disdainfully, and when I was about to go back, I saw a strangely dressed man walking slowly by the moonlight, and I saw the light.

The man's hair is very short, and he doesn't have the beard like Grandpa's. He is very clean, not strong at all, and he doesn't look as strong as me. There are many grass stalks and blood on his fingers. I stare wide-eyed. Eyes, that must hurt.

When I saw a sad expression on his face, I didn't know what was going on, so I grabbed a piece of meat and handed it to his mouth. The next moment I remembered that my hands were dirty and full of mud, but he didn't hate it. , also said thank you to me.

Then I fed a piece and he ate a piece, with a smile in his eyes the whole time, and sometimes his lips and teeth touched my fingers and my arm went stiff.

"This one is for you." He pointed at the meat in the bowl, and smiled at a waste like me, without ridicule or contempt.

I kept looking at his back, and after a long time, I rubbed my eyes when they were sour. I ate the cold meat, licked the bowl clean, wiped it carefully, and put it away in my arms.

After that, I would stay in that place for a long time every time, hiding in a dark corner, but I never saw that person again, so I probably forgot.

Grandma died, I buried her in the soil and knelt on the ground, I didn't know what to do, my legs hurt, and I gradually wanted to die, no one would expect me to live.

Just when I was about to dig a hole next to Grandma's earth pit and bury myself in it, the man suddenly appeared and comforted me gently, saying that he had been looking for me for a long time. Say sorry to Grandpa in my heart.

He squatted down in front of me, I shrank nervously, I was too dirty.

"It will hurt a little, bear with it." His voice was very soft, giving me the illusion that he was coaxing me.

I looked at him in bewilderment, until he touched my leg with his hand, and my body trembled in fright.

The meat on that leg was rotten, and it gave off a stench, which even made me feel sick looking at it, but he just cared, comforted me over and over again, and said softly, "Don't be afraid."

I opened my eyes wide and looked at his face greedily. It was very beautiful, unlike the people I had seen, with fair skin, slightly raised lips, and crooked eyes when he smiled. When he was serious, he would purse his lips and squint. He opened his eyes to think about the problem, and there was a reassuring aura about him.

He asked me what my name was, and I was very excited, so I raised my voice and repeated, "Tamu, my name is Tamu."

"You're brave." That's what he said to me.

Because of this sentence, I chose to bravely come out of self-destruction, return to the clan with hatred and the image I secretly yearned for, tried my best to get Yiguo's attention, and successfully poisoned the patriarch's food, I used a kind of flower juice that only my grandfather and I knew. I would not let the other party die immediately.

Everything was according to the plan. In winter, that man came with Xiong's team to exchange for food. I was very happy and thought about how to repay him.

But I wanted to cover his hands for him, and he broke free. At that moment, I didn't even hide the disappointment and sadness on my face in time. He changed, before I knew it.

He said he wanted to check the patriarch's body. I knew he was stronger than anyone else, so I couldn't agree, but seeing his begging eyes, I agreed without thinking.

For several days in a row, I was worried that he would find out that he had poisoned me. At that time, I became anxious. I couldn't kill him to silence him. It hurt more than death.

Fortunately, he didn't say anything, but asked for some herbs.

I broke my own ankle just to prevent him from meeting Ayou and the others. I thought I had succeeded in keeping him in the clan, but Fu Feng came to pick him up and he left.

After a few days of depression, I calmed down and continued to use my strength to gain respect for myself in the clan. Later, I replaced Sang as the patriarch and continued to kill and compete.

When I went to see that person with my victory results, he looked over with a strange gaze, no longer the gentleness before.

Hearing someone say that he had a child, I froze in disbelief. How could a man conceive a child?But if it was him, the impossible would become possible, and I always knew that he was different.

In a short period of time, I felt like I was walking around in the ice cellar, my eyes stopped on the hand he was holding with Fu Feng, and there was a voice in my heart roaring, as long as this man dies, he is mine.

I used all my strength to stab at the opponent's throat, but in an instant, another face was magnified in my pupils, which was very familiar, but the murderous aura I swung out was too late to take back, and when I came back to my senses, I saw another face. The shock in his eyes.

I hurt him.

The face hurt from the wind, and my eyes hurt. I stood there at a loss, my mind was shrouded in terrible fear. The bloody cut on his face was shocking. I opened my mouth in a panic, but was caught by a strong force. Sweeping, the scene in front of you flew upside down.

When I woke up again, I seemed to have forgotten something, but I couldn't remember it, and I didn't know whose rough stone bowl was kept in the clan and why it was kept.

Later, when the tribes were unified, I began to realize my next plans one by one, and I was so busy that I never stopped sleeping.

In seven years, the tribe has undergone earth-shaking changes. When I put on that suit of armor, no one knew that the expression on my face was lonely. I thought who should share it with, but I forgot.

In autumn, Sang’s old injury relapsed, and before he died, he mentioned a name to me. He said those past events in a strange tone, and then he looked at me with pity, “Is it very painful... Hahahahaha ...Tamu...you are...really...poor" After the last two words fell, he closed his eyes as he wished, with a triumphant smile on his pale face.

I know what Sang's purpose is, he is taking revenge, he hates me for taking his position, and he is also taking revenge for his grandpa, so he planned this before he died.

That name was like a knife stabbing my heart, I started to hold my head in pain, the fragmentary fragments in my mind made me feel chills, I frantically ran to find Yiguo, the old people in the clan, until I The knife was stained with blood, so they knelt on the ground and said those things in fear.

I remembered everything, the one I had forgotten.

When I sent someone to the Xiong family, I got the news that that person had left long ago. I stared at the clansman in front of me, and the other party's eyes flickered. At that moment, I was filled with distorted pain, and I believed it was laughing at my embarrassment. , So I swung my knife and slashed over.

Standing in a pool of blood, I suddenly woke up, and I will never see that person again.

I have several excellent sons and daughters, and my wife is very virtuous. I have built a powerful kingdom with my own hands, allowing my people to live a life of adequate food and clothing. Now I am standing on a height that no one has ever reached, enjoying the admiration of countless people .

But I am not happy.

When I had nothing, I humbly imagined the future with him. Now that I have the supreme power, I will start to miss those few poor memories until the moment I close my eyes.

I went to Xiong's in person, and forcibly stayed in the house where that person lived for several days regardless of their objections. That person has a family, a husband of his own, and three sons. He does not belong to me and never .

The cave at that time was covered by dense bushes. I stood at the entrance of the cave, feeling a little dazed for a while, as if I had gone back to the past. When I was most helpless, he found me and said that sad things will always pass.

He's a liar, and some things never go away.

Back to the tribe in despair, I locked myself in the house, staring at the old stone bowl in a daze, my wife knocked on the door outside, she was very lively and noisy when she was young, chirping like a bird, now As I got older, I became more and more cautious. I knew she was afraid of me.

The door opened a gap, and accompanied by a swaying figure, came a crisp voice, "Grandpa, why are you crying?"

I looked at my little daughter, and touched my face in a daze for a moment, with tears in my hands, "Grandpa did something wrong."

"Well, it's okay to change it."

"Yeah..." I hugged my daughter on my lap, and stubbornly pressed my chin against the top of her hair to prevent her from noticing the grief on my face.

A long time ago, on that night of hunger and cold, from the moment that person stretched out his hand to me, I owe him all my life, I am grateful to him and love him, but I forgot him in seven years, forgot the most important person.

I lost my faith.

So I got God's punishment, I will live forever in my own world, that world is very lonely without him.