Emperor’s Domination

Smoking is rare in the middle of the desert, where the mountains are remote, the land is barren and unsuitable for human farming and living.

The thorns here are all over the place, and the bite climbs, because the land here is so barren that the leaves of the vines are all scorched yellow.

This kind of out-of-town, when the hot sun hangs in the sky, trees and vines are sick, even if there are occasional flying beasts, it is hiding in the shade and panting in the head.

In such a wild countryside, everything is boring, everything is alive, and although there are green branches of wild vines, there is less of a real life, as if all life is just lying here waiting to die.

It gives a feeling of sickness here. When all life grows here, it becomes boring. That's all there is to it. There is nothing worthy of your survival. There is nothing worthy of your pursuit.

When your head is on the hot sun, when you look at the wild vine disease of the green tree, when you see the scorched yellow above a large tree's edge, when the heat of noon rises, you will have a feeling that you will live here, why not just bury yourself here, die here, don't live!

This is the boring suburb of the wilderness, with a small flat spot at the waist of the mountain, surrounded by spiked wild vines and sharp thatches along the leaves.

In such a flat, there is a small hut framed by old wood and then covered with mud, which is a very primitive hut, and even the roof is made of old bark.

It is clear from this cabin how poor the owner of the house is, and from a glance it is known that the owner of the house lives in a barren day.

The cabin's wooden doors are hidden, and sometimes when a weak breeze blows through, the wooden doors make a weak "squeak-squeak-squeak" sound.

There is a trail in front of the house, let's call it a trail for now, because such a trail is full of thorns, you can't even find traces of the road, it can only be said that someone walked here, so let's call it a road.

As can be seen from such a trail, no one has come here at all, except the owner of the cabin himself, who occasionally walks down the hill or anything, and no one has ever walked this trail again.

That's how it's almost impossible to find a path. Today, a young man climbed up to this cabin, pulling out the thorns of wild grass and climbing all the way from the foot of the mountain to the waist of the hill.

The young man who climbed down the hill was Li Qi Night, and when he saw the cabin, he couldn't help but laugh.

There is a small open space next to the cabin, where there is a little bit of spicy dish, in addition to that little bit of spicy dish, there is a small monopoly of potatoes.

At this time, there is an elderly person working on this small monopoly of vegetables. In fact, this elderly person is not very old. It is estimated by the age of a human being, and there are about fifty years old.

Though he was fifty years old by age, he looked a little chilly, looking old and soggy.

The old man was wearing grey clothes, and the clothes were white in the gray. You can see that the old man washed and washed these clothes. Although the clothes are often washed, they also look worn out and dirty over the years.

Even if the clothes are often washed, they are not very clean and the elderly farm on the ground with dirt stains.

The old man's face is not very wrinkled, but his face is raw yellow and his hands appear dark. It can be seen that the old man is not only poorly fed, but has worked for many years and is clearly malnourished.

The old man's hair is gray and a little thin. Although he combs neatly every day, he accidentally grooves it between labors.

When the old man sometimes opens his mouth, he finds that there are not many teeth left in his mouth. A few sparse teeth still grow there. Even if there are only a few teeth left, they are black, yellow, black and yellow, and the old teeth have cavities.

It is this old man who lives on the outskirts of a wilderness like this, where the sun rises and the sun sets, and only a little crop grows in the land on a weekday is hungry, barely letting himself starve to death, and spends days and days here.

Imagine an old man like that, living alone outside the wilderness, with no children under his knees and no friends or relatives to visit on weekdays, let alone neighbors. It is a barren life, a lonely life, to work in the loess by day and against the sun, and to sleep at night in the darkness of the couches.

The old man waved an old hoe in his hands, hogging potatoes grown in the dirt. He was also old, and every hoe of dirt seemed to be hard, and the young man could hoe potatoes out of the dirt with one or two hoes, and he had to swing at least ten or eight hoes to hoe them out.

When he picked out the muddy potatoes, he squatted down and knocked the dirt clean and put it in the bamboo basket, which had broken a small hole.

After each hoe picked up one potato, the old man was tired and gasped.

Looking at the old man's hoe, Li seven nights couldn't help laughing, walked past, didn't talk, bent down, picked up the hoed potatoes, knocked the dirt off and put it in the bamboo.

As such, the old man grabbed the dirt, while Li seven nights picked up potatoes, and every time the old man waved his hoe, he had to breathe down and rest for a while, while Li seven nights was relaxed, slowly swallowed up the potatoes and knocked out the dirt on the potatoes with great rhythm.

The two worked together, but never said a word to each other, as if it were natural, and it was all normal.

After spending half a day of kung fu, the old man finally picked up six or seven potatoes from the dirt. At this time, the old man picked up the bamboo shovel, found the hoe and went back to his cabin.

Without the invitation of the elderly, Li Qi also walked into the cabin at night, only to see that the cabin was a little dark. Even after walking in the middle of the day, it was dark in front of him, so he could not easily adapt.

There is not much in the cabin, or even nothing extra, with a wooden bed on the left side of the cabin, and the cotton duvet on the bed, although washed, is also dark. On the right is the dirt stove, and an old iron pot is about to rust.

There is a wooden table in front of the window, and the small wooden table can only sit two or three people. Eating and drinking tea and everything is on this wooden table.

At this time, Li Qi Night sat in front of this rugged wooden table, looking out into the wilderness, looking at the sick tree wild vine, he didn't even support his chin by the palm of his hand, all fainted to sleep, as if he was going to fall asleep.

The elderly have started cooking potatoes in flames at this time, only to see the flames beating at the top of the stove, which is also the only thing in the world that can still be active. When you see this flame beating, at least let people know you're alive.

The old man sat dead in front of the stove, adding thatch to the stove from time to time. He was as dead as a tree and as if his only purpose in living in the world was to wait for death.

After a long time of chatter, the smell of potatoes finally brought a little vitality to the world. At least when you're hungry and you're shouting, when you smell a scent like this, you feel powerful all at once.

At this time, Li Qi Night, who fell asleep, opened his eyes and sat up straight.

By this time, the old man had put the cooked potatoes in a dustpan and put them on the table. When the potato came up, the old man hadn't sat down yet. Li grabbed it without courtesy for seven nights, peeled it off three or five times, and slowly ate it.

The old man also took one, peeled it and chewed it slowly, as if his teeth were bad and he ate it slowly.

“Some say he wants to stay away from the bustle, but how can he live alone, at least in this world, with an old man who sells bags or an old woman who sells salt?” After seven nights of eating a potato, Li said: “Actually, it's not lonely, it's just trying to stay away from the world. ”

“When your world doesn't even have an old man selling bags, or even an old woman selling salt, then the world is all alone.” Li Qinight said.

The old man was just eating potatoes, as if he was not good at expressing himself and was silent.

“What solitude is, this is solitude.” Li Qi Night couldn't help but smile and say: “The Immortal Emperor is fine, as is the Great Emperor. The place of exploration is still famous for ten, it is still nine days above the top, and it is still infinite. This is a refuge, but a refuge. And today, we're eating potatoes here, and that's the end of the world. ”

The old man still doesn't talk, he just eats potatoes, because he hasn't spoken in a long time, and he doesn't even remember the last time he spoke.

Old man didn't talk, Li Qi night didn't mind. He peeled another potato and slowly ate it. After a while, he looked up at the old man and said: “When are you going to die? ”

The old man still did not speak and chewed slowly, he was a very precious hard-won food, very clean and careful.

“I don't know.” It took a long time for the old man to talk, and he sucked his fingers gently and said, "I'm waiting for the day of death, too. ”

“Yes.” Li Qinight shook his head with a smile. "Your only purpose alive is to wait for death! When I was in Nine Kingdoms, I said to Yu's kid, you have a little wine shop, and sometimes you come and drink his wine that's worse than horse urine. His waiting to die is really nothing, at least there's a lot of things in this red dust room for him to see. ”

“It's too long to wait for you to die, you can't understand, just wait for death.” Li Qi Night smiled and said: “If you want to die, it's not that easy! ”