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Dong Lang carefully stood behind this man. He had never experienced this before, so he held the man tightly and looked down. He saw the sword under his feet, saw his parents' tomb gradually becoming smaller, saw his two comrades becoming black dots and the village that he lived in for ten years disappearing. Dong Lang turned his head … Memories began to surface one after another.

He found a place to rest, as if the clouds floating in the sky were also very lazy. At this moment, however, the frantic footsteps outside a thatched cottage broke the silence, and a man in his forties, wearing a coarse hemp shirt, was constantly pacing back and forth in front of the house. The painful sounds of struggling within the house were like sharp swords stabbing at his heart, and he wished that all the pain would be borne by him, but now, other than waiting anxiously, there was nothing he could do.

Another woman's voice kept urging him, "Use more strength. Just a bit more. We're done. Hurry. We're almost done." At this moment, her handsome face was also soaked with sweat, a few strands of black hair stuck onto her crimson face, adding a touch of gentleness. Hearing this sound, the man outside wanted to rush into the room several times, but remembering what Aunt Zhang had said before entering, he stopped in midair with his hand outstretched. The man fiercely sighed, turned around, and anxiously waited outside the door. "At this moment, it was clearly noon, but the sky had already become overcast with dark clouds. From the looks of it, the sky was going to snow again." "Why did you get off again?" It had been snowing for almost a month, and people had changed from their initial expectations to worry. The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and most of the crops were almost frozen to death.

It was a small village surrounded by fifty to sixty people. The surrounding mountains surrounded the village from the inside to the outside. The village seemed to be protected and kept in captivity. They did not know why their ancestors chose to live here. After all, this place was almost isolated from the outside world, and the only way to connect to the outside world was through a small path. Not only was it inconvenient for them to enter or leave, even outsiders who were unfamiliar with the mountain roads would often be trapped in the mountains and die. Four hours had passed. Finally, a clear cry could be heard from inside the house. The man outside the house could no longer hold it in and rushed in. "Aunt Zhang, how was it? How was it?" "What happened?" the man asked as he rushed into the room. The child is fine, your wife is fine, and she even gave birth to a big fat boy for you. "Take a look." The one who spoke was Old woman, who was in his prime, and his forehead was already covered in sweat. When the man heard this, he hastily ran to the bedside. The man held his wife's hand and said, "Thank you. Thank you so much. My Zhuge family finally has an heir." His wife looked at him and smiled. "We can finally have an explanation for our parents in the underworld."

"Hmm, sigh, tell me, what should we call our children?" The man held the child who had already fallen asleep and asked. "These things should be decided by my husband." "Since that's the case, this child was born in winter, and it's snowing so heavily, then let's call it Dong Lang."

"Dong Lang, Dong Lang." His wife repeated this name, "A good name, Dong Lang from now on." Aunt Zhang, who was standing at the side, also beamed happily, as if he had gained another grandson. The man hastily took out something wrapped in red cloth and handed it over to Aunt Zhang. Aunt Zhang also happily accepted it. After all, this was a happy money, so it wasn't good to refuse it. The couple, who were immersed in joy, didn't notice that it was already evening. The couple also went to bed early because the snow was too cold, so the wife tightly wrapped Dong Lang. The little guy was very honest and didn't cry. "Husband, hurry and get up. Why is Dong Lang so cold?"

Hearing his wife's panicked voice, the man panicked and touched Dong Lang. "How could this happen?" "Obviously, the man can't make up his mind." How about, we go find Uncle Liu. " "His wife looked at the man and at Dong Lang, her eyes filled with worry." "Okay, I'll go right away." The man put on his clothes in a fluster before hurriedly leaving with the lantern in his hand. Calling Uncle Liu in through the snow, who would have thought that Uncle Liu never took his hand off when he felt Dong Lang's pulse, he just frowned deeply. After a long time, he let out a long sigh, "This old man doesn't know, but his pulse, breath, are all normal. Weird, weird. It doesn't seem to be too bad. " Uncle Liu pondered for a long time, sticking his beard, in the end, he seemed to have finally made up his mind. "Alright, I'll come and take a look every seven days." If there's nothing serious, it's naturally for the best. "

The couple still firmly believed Uncle Liu's words, so they both nodded in agreement. Thank you, Uncle Liu. After sending Uncle Liu off, the man looked at Dong Lang, who was moving around on the bed, "Child, you'll be fine."

Several days later, his wife called out to Zhuge Feng, who was working as a carpenter outside the house, "Master, quickly come and see, why is Dong Lang's hair so white?" Zhuge Feng walked in as soon as he heard her greeting. When he looked carefully, it was indeed loose indeed, and it had short white hair. "It's fine. Maybe it'll be better if you grow up a bit longer."

Zhuge Feng said. But I'm still a bit worried. How about, when Uncle Liu comes over a few days later, let Uncle Liu come and have a look. " His wife looked at Zhuge Feng anxiously.

"Well, well, see how it makes you. "Calculating the date, Uncle Liu can come the day after tomorrow. When the time comes, I'll send the table and chairs that I just made over to Uncle Liu. Last time I went to his house, I saw that the furniture in his house was very old.

Zhuge Feng answered. The snow was still falling, it was unknown how long it would last until most of the people in the village had already moved away. Right now, there were only thirty or so families, and unknowingly, a year and a half had passed, and it had been snowing for eighteen months. Dong Lang was already more than a year old, and his white hair was getting more obvious, and his eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

One day, Zhuge Feng carried Dong Lang out of the thatched hut and went to the small tent outside the house to get some fresh air. Looking at the snow outside the window, he couldn't help but exclaim, "It's been a year and a half, and the snow has been falling for a year and a half. When can it stop?" Dong Lang seemed to understand his father's meaning as he too turned his pink face to look outside. He blinked his clear and small eyes as his body bounced up and down. His hand kept pointing outwards. There was a bit of indistinct words in his mouth: "Eigh ~ Eigh ~"

"Yes." Zhuge Feng looked at Dong Lang, "Lang, good, good. Dad will bring you to see the snow. Let's go." Then, he carried Dong Lang into the snow. At this time, Dong Lang's hand was still pointing towards the distance, his mouth was still mumbling: "Ding ~ Ding ~ Ding ~" as he spoke, saliva was flowing out of his mouth. His father looked at Dong Lang and laughed. "Hahaha, Dong Lang wanted to say something. Look at you, you can't say it. You still want to say it." As he spoke, he wiped away the saliva at the corner of Dong Lang's mouth. After a while, Zhuge Feng carried Dong Lang back to the room. Actually, he did not realize that after Dong Lang said ding ding, the snow had become smaller.