When we returned to the headquarters, there were more people and people came to receive the mountain. However, I was extremely excited to see me, which surprised me. You know, not many people knew me before leaving. But seeing the familiar figure, wasn’t this person Xiao Yan? It seems that he led his tribe members here. This made me very pleased, after all, the group’s strength has become much stronger.

Flying to the top of the mountain, the three of us hugged Xiao Yan, leaving Princess Guanghua to blow the wind aside. Xiao Yan told us his story, but he didn't expect that he had an older brother.

"That Spring Festival ten years ago, my brother lay in my arms and closed his eyes forever. That scene is still vivid in my mind. I didn't expect that this time has been going for more than ten years. I felt that the scene more than ten years ago was yesterday. Whenever that scene flashed into my mind, my heart hurts, and sometimes it is accompanied by tears, and I feel like I want to cry.

In the past ten years, I have experienced too many things, and sometimes I naturally recall my brother. He is kind-hearted, wearing a pair of glasses, and sometimes without any slimness. He does not pay much attention to his image. He has been reading and writing hard for his favorite literary career, and has long shown his extraordinary talent. However, his works have been published in fewer ways, only one collection of poems and children's songs, and a considerable number of poems and prose. Later, several publishing houses are optimistic about him and want to publish his collection of works, but it was lost because of his premature death. I only have some poems he wrote and a children's song work, which is a regret for my life. Every Qingming Festival and before the New Year, my sister and I would go to his grave to burn some incense and wax paper for him to communicate with him spiritually.

People in the world are experiencing birth, old age, sickness and death, from birth to death, and a short life, and have experienced the ups and downs of life. But my brother has only experienced life, illness and death, but his life is even shorter, only thirty-four years old, in the golden age of a person's career. His death was due to his wine, and he was unable to live without wine from one year. Perhaps because he was talented but could not display it, he often used wine to relieve sorrow, and alcohol became his life, and he would take a few sips every day, every time, or even every moment. His death was also due to his illness. His short life was full of disasters, cerebellar atrophy, bone hyperplasia, anemia, cirrhosis, ascites and other diseases accumulated in him, and the pain caused him to be completely destroyed. The diseases he got were almost all fatal terminal illnesses.

My brother is a person with a bad temper. He has been with my sister since he was a child and often fights, but he is close to me. We have played together since we were young, and we did many things together, whether it was the tasks assigned by our parents or our friends. He was extremely serious in everything he did. Since he was a child, I admired him very much, so when he went to elementary school and junior high school, his grades were always very good. Later, he fell in love with literature and went to normal school, and his poetry works began to be published in the county newspaper. My admiration for him increased into admiration. It was him who influenced me and he guided me on the road of literature.

My brother is an ambitious man. After graduating from junior high school, his ideal was to go to high school and take the college entrance examination. However, the family was burdened heavily at that time, and his father only relied on his father's salary to maintain the daily expenses of the family. My father was a teacher and had a meager income, so my father insisted on asking me to take the normal school entrance examination. Because of this, my brother had a barrier against his father, so when his condition was quite serious, he often quarreled with his father. During the quarrel, he went all the way until his death. This barrier could not be resolved.

In the last few years, he almost always dealt with the hospital. However, his financial difficulties made him drag him on, occasionally going to the hospital for a short period of treatment. After his condition was relieved, he had to go home to do some conditioning. Although he had been treating intermittently, his illness never improved, and he endangered his life from time to time. Later, he could hardly take care of himself, and he could not do anything about reading or writing. He had only abandoned the literature he loved, and I could feel the pain he suffered. Whenever I came home from work, I would go to accompany him and talk to him.

Whenever I talk to him, he never got angry. No matter what I say or persuade him, he would accept it silently. Once, it should be a few months before he passed away. When I went to see him, I would talk to him about life and his condition. I would comfort him and ask him to cooperate with the treatment and the disease would be cured. I saw him sitting on the sofa, leaning his head against the back of the sofa, looking at the ceiling, and long tears overflowing from his eyes. The ruthless disease was swallowing his body day by day, tormenting his soul, and making him extremely nostalgic for this world. At that time, my heart was so sour, and I was speechless for a moment, and I couldn't find a better language to comfort him.

The torture of the illness made my nerves more and more numb. Only alcohol can make him sober, and his alcohol capacity is getting bigger and bigger. I don’t have time to guard him and take care of him every day. When he was hospitalized in the county people’s hospital, I went to see him during vacation, but he was not in the ward. I heard other patients in the ward and their families tell me about my brother’s affairs the night before. My brother started drinking, and all night, he made a fuss, leaving the whole ward in fear and other patients unable to get it.

Rest. I saw that there was a bottle of wine hidden in the table next to his hospital bed, so I took it out and threw it out. After a long time, he came back, but couldn't find the wine. He knew that I had hidden it. He asked me, but I didn't give it to him, but I was panicked when I knew he had no alcohol. Until now, I regretted my hastyness. A person on the verge of life did not satisfy his only wish. I felt that I was so ruthless at that time. This conflicting mentality has been tormenting me and suffering me.

At the end of the year more than ten years ago, it was already the end of my life. I would go to see him every now and then, sit with him, and talk to him, feeling uncomfortable, watching my brother hold on to the last day of his life. Fortunately, at least that year, I survived the Spring Festival. On the fourth day after the Spring Festival, I couldn't speak. I saw my white-haired father with a haggard face, and my father called my brother's name from the bed from time to time. I looked at my brother turning his head with difficulty, and he wanted to see us who were already around him. At that time, we ignored putting on his glasses. He couldn't see us clearly and said hard what we couldn't understand. I hugged my brother, really wanting to use my warm hug to save my life. Because of his ascites, yellow liquid came out of his mouth and nose from time to time, and I wiped him with toilet paper.

I can never forget it. My brother is in my arms, trying to talk to us, but he can't speak until the last breath of his life, until he closes his eyes. I want to roar loudly, but I can't roar, and just leaning over and holding him, wanting to give him a last touch of warmth. For a long time, I have been recalling the little things of the time in my heart. Whenever I hear the sorrow and joy of the dead, I can't help but think of the scene at that time, and the tears are constantly spinning in my eyes.

Ten years have passed, and I have been alone in that small and cold grave, and have gone through ten springs and autumns. The past time has gradually faded with ten years of time."

I patted his shoulder and said, "Okay, don't think too much. Everything will be fine. Have everyone moved here safely?"

In ancient times, there was a very powerful Jurchen tribe living in the north of Songhua River and the west of Shaoling River. This tribe called itself the ancients of Nipang. Whenever they sacrificed their lives to worship the heaven and ancestors, they would worship Guishan devoutly and sang the great merits of the divine Turtle Bijili Lao Mafa.

A long time ago, there was a tribe called Nipanggu Lao Bo Jilie. He could eat two cows in one meal and drink ten jars of wine; he could shoot two tigers with one arrow, and he could kill three bears with one knife. Nipanggu Lao Bo Jilie led the tribe's people to kill many birds of prey and beasts, walked through many mountains and dangerous shoals, and crossed many rivers and torrents, and found this good place with green grass and fragrant grass and flowers...

Decades have passed, and the tribe has flourished after the population and many livestock. People's lives are like big lilies blooming in the valleys, becoming more and more prosperous.

No one can remember from the day when the ancient Nipang Bo Jilie really got old. His body as straight as Zachdan and as strong as a lion, bent like shrimps in a ditch; his eyes as bright as a cold star and as sharp as a sea Dongqing were covered with a layer of dark white cataract; his teeth as sharp as a wolf could not even bite the flesh of the mountain jumping; his hands as smart as a leopard could not even hold the whip of the horse. People gradually forgot about this weak and dying old man, and chose another young and strong Bo Jilie.

At that time, people didn't know how to respect the elderly. Nipanggu was like a lonely old bear, quietly squatting in his own warehouse waiting to die.

Just as people were singing and dancing and drinking happily for Xinbo Ji Lie's choice, a thunder exploded on the ground, and the flood fell from the sky, quickly flooding over half of the tribe. Xinbo Ji Lie led the people to the nearby mountain, and the crying sounded gathered on the mountain into gloomy dark clouds.

The roaring flood swallowed the houses and livestock, and flooded the grassland. The young Boji Lie was helpless and his heart was cut like a knife. The tribe was destroyed, so what else could he have to face? He gritted his teeth and jumped into the surging flood. People cried even higher, and many women hugged their children and jumped into the river with the young Boji Lie.

Suddenly, a miracle happened! The water seemed to encounter a wall, and the wave peaks roared lowly, struggled, and slammed into the mountain wall a few times, stopping. The water retreated, retreated so quickly, which was simply unbelievable. The young Bo Ji Li opened his eyes in the water and saw a thin old man lying on an open space beside the water. He was covered in balls, with white hair like that of thatch, lying on the water and drinking water in big mouthfuls. Every time he took a sip, the old man's body grew a little. Soon, the old man's body grew like a hill. The water retreated farther and farther away, and the old man tried his best to stretch his neck forward to suck water, but his body was too heavy and could not move a step further. He gasped and made a painful cry: "Abu Kaneli, let me drink the flood and rescue my children and grandchildren!"

"It's Nipang Gumafa!" The young Bo Jilie screamed with the people in the tribe.

Abu Kane heard the cry of Nipanggumafa in his arms, which made the flood recede. People returned to their homes and discovered that Nipanggumafa had turned into a huge stone turtle.

People fell to the feet of the stone turtle and cried and called the name "Nipang Gumafa". Old Mafa's heart was broken. He wanted to look at the children for the last time! He tried hard and wanted to turn his head and agree. Unexpectedly, his neck, which had already turned into a stone, suddenly broke. The flood in his stomach flowed out, and soon it became a big river, which was the Shaoling River that people saw today.
Chapter completed!