However, when he passed by the group of children surrounding Wu La, Shan Hen's gloomy aura disappeared. His expression did not change, but he took out some delicately carved beast bones from his bosom and handed them to the children. The children cheered happily in return.
Su Ming saw Shan Hen smile. That smile might have been faint and it might have only lasted for an instant, but Su Ming saw the hint of a happy smile appear at the corners of Shan Hen's lips at that instant.
As the chief of the hunters and the leader of Dark Mountain Tribe, he had to be aloof, he had to make people afraid, he had to be the one with the most murderous aura and bloodthirsty aura. Only by doing so could he intimidate the outsiders and the rascals within the tribe, and he could protect … his home!
The world before his eyes gradually became clear. That clarity came from Su Ming's heart, not his eyes, because they were clear to begin with. The voices by his ears also gradually became clearer. Su Ming stood there and lowered his head to see his body. It was the body of a teenager.
"Big brother La Su!" When Su Ming looked at his own body, Tong Tong's slightly anxious voice reached his ears. When he lifted his head to look, he saw Tong Tong pouting with a gloomy look on her face.
"You're cheating! I already found you and you're pretending that you didn't hear me? Hmph, I'm not playing with you anymore." The girl was clearly very angry. She pouted and no longer paid any attention to Su Ming. Instead, she hugged her doll and ran into the distance. Pipi quickly followed behind her, jumping into the distance with its master.
'Three days of serendipity … Is it telling me that I can stay here … in my home for three days?' Su Ming closed his eyes, but after a few breaths, he immediately opened them, because he did not want to waste the time he had to close his eyes. He wanted to use all the time he had to remember everything.
It did not matter whether it was real or fake …
'This is my home.' Su Ming took huge strides forward quickly. He wanted to see his elder. That feeling grew endlessly in his heart until it filled his entire body and soul.
He walked past Lei Chen. Lei Chen had his head lowered and simply allowed his mother to scold him. When he saw Su Ming walking past him, he even made a face at him with a resigned look on his face.
However, his mother somehow saw his expression, and she became even angrier. She grabbed Lei Chen's ear and began another round of scolding.
Su Ming walked past Wu La and the group of children. His arrival made the children delighted, and when they called out to him, Tong Tong, who had just arrived, puffed up her cheeks and mumbled under her breath with a displeased look on her face.
"Brother La Su, you're shameless. You've already promised, but you're not playing anymore."
As for Wu La, there was a hint of disdain on her face. She did not bother with Su Ming. Su Ming did not care about any of this. He smiled at the children, and with his heart filled with anxiety, he walked past them until he stood outside a house. It was the elder's house.
He stood at the door and raised his right hand, but … he didn't dare to lift the flap. He was afraid, afraid that all of this was just a dream, that all of this was fake. When he lifted the flap, he would see nothing, and see nothing.
His body was trembling. He was … afraid.
"Is it little Su Ming? Why are you standing outside? Why aren't you coming in?" As Su Ming was afraid and worried about his gains and losses, a familiar voice that made Su Ming's eyes instantly turned red echoed in his ears from the house.
That voice was just as gentle and kind as he remembered it to be. That voice was just as loving as he remembered it to be, just like how a senior would speak. The moment Su Ming heard it, he could no longer hold himself back. He lifted the flap and saw … Mo Sang, who was sitting cross-legged and looking at him with a smile on his face!
The wrinkles on the elder's face were something Su Ming would never forget. The white in his hair was also a mark that Su Ming would never be able to get rid of. That gentle voice, that familiar presence, all of these things caused tears to fall from Su Ming's eyes the moment he saw the elder.
At that moment, he was no longer a murderer who killed without batting an eyelid, neither was he the Lord of Earth who caused Heaven Gate to crumble, neither was he the Fated Kin who worshipped him, neither was he the Destiny who had gone out for many years and learned how to be cruel and endure. He was … a wanderer who had left his home for many years, and when he finally returned, he was looking at his family.
"Elder!" At that moment, Su Ming's body was that of a teenager. As tears fell from his eyes, he ran to his elder's side and hugged Mo Sang. His tears could not stop falling from his eyes.
"Elder, I miss you … I … I miss the tribe, I miss everything here, elder …"
How many years of bitterness, how many years of longing, how many years of crying, and that false judgment? Su Ming no longer cared about these things. He did not want to think about them either. The only thought that existed in his mind at that moment was to hug his elder and not let go. This was the warmest place in his life. This was … his family, his home.
Even if it was fake, even if it did not exist, Su Ming did not want to think about it. He told himself that this place was real. The warmth was also real. Everything here was real.
Mo Sang was momentarily stunned. He looked at Su Ming, who was crying while hugging him, and a puzzled look appeared on his face, but he did not say anything. Instead, he patted Su Ming's back, and the smile on his face became even more kind.
"Young La Su, why are you crying? This isn't like you. Come, tell me, just who bullied you? I'll support you!"
At that moment, Su Ming had a lot of things he wanted to say, but he could not bring himself to say them. At that moment, could he tell the elder everything that had happened over the years? He did not want to break this warmth. He only had three days of warmth, and he treasured it.
A deep wave of fatigue rose in Su Ming's heart, but he did not want to sleep, because he could not bear to leave. After a long while, he wiped away his tears and slowly let go of the elder. He looked at the old man before him, who was slightly younger than in his memories, with a dumbfounded expression. Su Ming spoke softly.
"Elder, it's nothing. I just had a dream."
"What dream? What made my young La Su so afraid that he wanted to hug me and cry like he did a few years ago? "The elder smiled kindly and patted Su Ming's head.
"I dreamt that a few years later, the tribe would fight against Black Mountain Tribe. I dreamt that the tribe would migrate, and I would leave … I also dreamt that I was alone and I was wandering the world …" Su Ming mumbled, telling the elder about his experiences. His words were much shorter, but each word contained his entire life.
As Su Ming spoke, the elder's smile gradually turned into a serious one. Gradually, he looked at Su Ming with a dumbfounded expression. After a long, long time, when Su Ming's dream ended, the elder frowned.
"Is it … real or fake …?" The elder closed his eyes slightly. After a while, he opened them and looked at Su Ming.
"This is a dream. Now that you're awake, don't bother about everything in this dream. I can tell you, I'm real!"
Su Ming nodded his head silently. He looked at the elder, and there was an endless amount of things he wanted to say. When the sky outside gradually darkened and a hint of fatigue appeared on the elder's face, Su Ming stood up gently.
He wrapped his fist in his palm and bowed towards the elder. There was a reluctance to part, but it was also a reluctance to part. He walked out of the house.
The sun set in the west. Gentle sunlight shone on the land, causing the shadows of houses and tents to appear in Dark Mountain Tribe. Smoke rose from the chimneys. It was the smoke the people in the tribe used to prepare dinner. The smoke rose into the sky and fused with the clouds under the setting sun, making it look incredibly beautiful to those who saw it.
Ever since he left Dark Mountain, the warmth that he had not felt since then appeared in Su Ming's heart. This warmth was different from the ninth summit. The ninth summit was filled with kindness, friendship, and the love between a teacher and a disciple, but this place … was filled with the feeling of home.
As he looked at the tribe members bustling about during dusk, the tribe's gate being opened, the warriors returning from their hunts, and all the things around him, Su Ming suddenly could not differentiate between reality and reality.
He could not tell whether his actions the day before were just a dream, or whether what he saw now was just a dream.
Su Ming stood there, dumbfounded, until an arm slapped his shoulder. Su Ming instinctively narrowed his eyes. He lifted his left hand and grabbed the hand on his shoulder. The moment he turned around, he pointed at the person behind him with his right hand, and as a freezing glare appeared in his eyes, he pointed at the person behind him.
This was almost an instinctive action. It was an instinct he had developed after going through so many years in the world. The moment he did so, Su Ming immediately pulled back his hand and turned it into a fist before he punched the person behind him lightly on the shoulder.
"Lei Chen!" That punch was a meeting between brothers, a meeting that reflected longing.
The person who punched Su Ming was Lei Chen. He laughed out loud and let Su Ming's fist land on his body with a smug look on his face.
"I'll be fine even if you hit me a few more times with your punches. What are you doing here? Why are you daydreaming? My mother asked me to call you over for dinner."
Su Ming looked at Lei Chen and a smile appeared on his face. He went forward and hugged Lei Chen tightly. This was different from hugging the elder. This was a form of friendship between brothers!
"What's wrong? Why are you acting so strangely today..? "Lei Chen was momentarily stunned. He allowed Su Ming to hug him. After a moment, when Su Ming looked at him again, Lei Chen saw the ancient look in Su Ming's eyes.
Lei Chen scratched his head and looked at Su Ming, puzzled. He even lifted his hand to touch Su Ming's forehead.
"Something's wrong. Could he be sick?" As Lei Chen mumbled, he lifted his hand. Just as he was about to touch the center of Su Ming's brows, he suddenly stopped and looked at Su Ming carefully.
"Something's really wrong. You didn't dodge!"
"You're the one who's sick!" Su Ming laughed bitterly and said.
"That's right. That's normal." Lei Chen grinned and patted Su Ming's shoulder, then punched his own chest.
"Su Ming, I'm already a Berserker. Don't worry. What I told you before is true. If anyone dares to bully you, I'll beat them up!
"Once I become the tribe leader, heh heh, I'll protect you. We'll drink every day and eat meat every day. Let Bei Ling go hunting every day and let Chen Xin … Er, never mind. She'll be by your side." Lei Chen smiled and walked in front of Su Ming, bringing him back to his tent.
The third chapter is here! We're a little closer. There's still a fourth chapter left. I'm writing it now. Please continue working hard! (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com and vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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