C12 The Story of My Mother

One, two, three. . .

A trace of blood slowly dripped down from Liu Sanshun's forehead.

However, he acted as if nothing had happened. He coldly looked at Ma Xiaoxin. The brick in his hand was about to hit his head.

Ma Xiaoxin and the others were scared silly.

They were used to messing around in Little River Village, but it was just a small matter. Today, this family picked a cucumber, and tomorrow, that family stole a persimmon. No one had ever seen such a scene.

This Liu Sanshun really did not take his head for granted!

Seeing that his face was covered in blood and had no intention of stopping, Ma Xiaoxin was so scared that he quickly went forward and grabbed his hand.

"Brother Sanshun, we're from the same village. It's just a joke, there's no need to. . . "

After being stunned for a moment, the others also rushed forward. They held hands and crossed their legs. Ma Xiaoxin's voice was trembling as he knelt down in front of Liu Sanshun.

No one knew when more than ten people had gathered around. Seeing this scene, they also retreated and discussed animatedly.

"Brother San Shun. . . No, Brother San Shun. . . Brother Mo, Brother Shun! Isn't it just a thousand dollars? I'll pay, I admit defeat. . . "

Ma Xiaoxin shouted for a long time, and the few of them took out their pockets to make money. Some offered a hundred, some paid a hundred, and some offered a few dozen. Finally, they gathered a thousand dollars and stuffed it all into Liu Sanshun's pocket.

"Brother Sanshun. This bet is over. If anything happens in the future, it has nothing to do with me. "

Ma Xiaoxin said this and ran away.

The rest of the people followed him to join in the fun. When they saw Ma Xiaoxin run away, they also scattered like birds and beasts. No one dared to say anything to Liu Sanshun.

Looking at the stack of money in his hand, Liu Sanshun revealed a bitter smile. He slowly let go of his hand and threw the blood-stained brick onto the ground.

Surprisingly, no one went forward to ask about his injuries.

Liu Sanshun wiped the blood off his face and put the money into his pocket. Without looking at the crowd, he staggered towards his home.

His face was covered in blood and his eyes were red. He looked extremely frightening.

Along the way, the people on both sides kept pointing and pointing at him. They were all guessing what kind of trouble Liu Sanshun had gotten himself into today and how he had been beaten up.

Liu Sanshun ignored all these gazes and went straight home.

Closing the door, he fetched a basin of water and washed the blood off his face and hands. Then, he bandaged the wound and changed his clothes. After that, he collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion.

The injury was not serious.

He knew what to do.

He had been used to fighting since he was young. When he hit himself in the head with a brick, he used a lot of force. It was just a superficial wound, but it looked scary.

In fact, he did not care about the bet with Ma Xiaoxin, but Ma Xiaoxin had always been like a toad, always causing trouble for himself. This was what troubled him the most.

This was great. Ma Xiaoxin probably wouldn't dare to provoke him for a short period of time.

Liu Sanshun composed himself and picked up his phone again, glancing at the screen.

The screen of his phone was still on the page with the number of fans. It was just right, and there were still 1,000 people.

He swiped his finger and his gaze stopped on the name of the last fan.

Swan girl.

A very beautiful name, The portrait was also very coincidental, it was a Herzhe Clan traditional fish skin painting: Endu Li Creates Man.

Liu Sanshun clicked open the profile picture and stared at the fish skin painting. His thoughts gradually returned to two years ago.

At that time, Liu Sanshun's uncle had hired someone to find him a job, but he was unwilling to stay in the city, so he ran out every day.

Finally, one day, his mother, who had already suffered from exhaustion, fell ill due to his anger.

He ran home from the city, and when his mother was dying, she told him a story.

A story about the Hercules.

A long, long time ago, there was only mud and water in the world, nothing on the earth.

The power of the gods' grace. He mixed mud with maritime water. With a pinch of his hand, he squeezed out a big fish. Then, he pinched out a dozen or so clay figurines with arms and legs, eyes and nose, mouth and ears, and placed them under the sun to dry.

It was raining in the sky. En Du was worried that the clay figurines would get wet, so he hurriedly stuffed them into the fish's mouth. When the rain passed and the sky cleared, the mud men ran out of the fish's mouth.

Some of these small mud men had pockmarks on their faces. That was because they had been drenched by the rain. Some of them had broken arms and legs, which were accidentally touched when placed in the fish's mouth. Until now, People would wipe their bodies every day, and there would always be mud. It was because people were made of mud. When a person sweated, it was salty. That was because when kindness was used to create people, It was mixed with seawater.

But with people, we can't just let them drink seawater. They could eat mud. En Du Li made people use mud to pinch birds, beasts, fish, and prawns. However, humans had to reproduce and survive. These living creatures also had to reproduce, and they also had to survive. En, Du Li once again drew a crooked ditch on the ground. When he reached the beach, the seawater gushed in. It turned into rivers of various sizes. En Du would use his feet to create potholes and turn it into a lake.

En Du Li pinched the remaining mud from the clay figurines and turned them into tall mountains. This way, there would be mountains and flatlands, rivers and lakes, and there would be trees and flowers growing everywhere. The animals and fishes lived and multiplied in these places.

The number of offspring of the clay figurines increased. Some went out to hunt on high mountains, some went to the grasslands to graze, and some went to the plains to farm. Some stayed behind to guard the rivers. They didn't plant the five valleys, but lived on fish.

They were the ancestors of the Hercules.

Liu Sanshun still remembered that his mother once told him: In this world, there are gods. There were gods in the mountains, fire gods, wind gods, rain gods and eagles. Fish, there are fish gods too. These gods ruled over everything in the world, including the sun, moon, and mountains. That's why we have to believe that everything has a spirit.

Mother also said: Shunzi, remember. . . The birds in the sky, the beasts on the ground. . . The fishes and shrimps in the river are food given to the He Zhe people by the power of the capital. It was for survival and reproduction, but humans and animals. . . They were interdependent. If people ate and wore warm clothes. . . They would use these animals to make money and satisfy their desires. That is going against the rules of Endurance, the gods will punish them. If one day. . . The animals are unable to survive, reproduce. . . The end of the world is coming.

Later on, his mother passed away and took away everything that Liu Sanshun had left behind, leaving behind only this story.

Later on, Liu Sanshun still continued to be out of tune, but in his heart, he had always felt guilty towards his mother.

He truly wanted to make a career, or else, his conscience would never be at ease for the rest of his life.

Looking at that fish-skin painting and thinking about his mother, Liu Sanshun's eyes gradually became moist.

"Miss Swan. . . " Liu Sanshun looked at the name of the thousandth fan, the corner of his mouth curled up, and he muttered to himself, "No matter who you are, thank you. "

As his thoughts ran wild, Liu Sanshun unknowingly fell asleep and had a strange dream.

In the dream, he came to the side of the Wusu Li River and saw a few meters long big fish surging out from the river. The air was filled with white mist, and the hazy image of a golden dragon covered in dragon scales floated in the colorful clouds. The sunlight reflected on the scales and reflected the seawater into a blue-gold color. It was a spectacular sight.

Liu Sanshun opened his mouth wide in surprise. He was shocked and scared. He looked at the sky in a daze, unable to speak.

The fish dragon danced in the air and suddenly turned around. It gently nodded at Liu Sanshun twice and then soared into the sky. Accompanied by the five-colored radiance, it disappeared into the clouds.

Liu Sanshun suddenly stretched out his hand as if he wanted to grab something. However, there was only a white fog in front of him.

Then, he heard a loud noise.

"San Shun, San Shun!"

Amidst the noise, Liu San Shun slowly opened his eyes and saw Hao Satellite angrily standing in front of him, holding a stack of money that he had placed beside his pillow.

"Where did you get this money? It's yours? I heard you got into a fight with someone? Liu Sanshun, you're quite capable. A big turtle isn't enough for you. Do you need to see some blood?"

Liu Sanshun did not wake up for a moment. In a trance, he turned around. With his back facing Hao Satellite, he muttered, "I'll sleep for a while more. Don't disturb me. . . "

"Get up! Get up!"

Hao Satellite shouted for a long time, but Liu Sanshun pretended not to hear him.

He was so angry that Hao Sanshun stomped his feet. But looking at his nephew, who had been stubborn since childhood, he finally shook his head and let out a long sigh. He went out the door.

What a sin. . . Why did such a thing appear in Little River Village!

But at this moment, Liu Sanshun did not care about Hao Satellite's anger at all. In his mind, the image of a big fish transforming into a dragon was still echoing.

He had heard from the elders by the river that it was a good omen for people who lived by the river to be able to dream of a big fish transforming into a dragon.

Something good would happen.