He spent ten years playing an ordinary person in front of me.
Until the mountains and rivers overturned, he showed his fangs for me.
——It turns out that the rough jade I carefully collected turned out to be the national seal that suppresses the world.
My husband Jiang Che and I are famous jokes in Beijing.
He was the sickly second son who was exiled by his family, and I was a merchant girl who was given a gift as a gift.
In the tenth year of living in seclusion in a remote rural area, a rare flash flood turned the village into an isolated island.
The patriarch came to my door with a cup of wine in his hand and said in a cold voice:
"Jiang Che, as an abandoned son of the family, you should sacrifice for the clan. Drink this wine and sacrifice your body to the river god to appease the anger of the sky."
I suddenly tightened my grip on the dagger hidden in my sleeve, and dozens of life-or-death plans flashed through my mind.
Jiang Che gently held my hand and gave the patriarch a gentle and even timid smile:
"Third uncle, offering sacrifices to the river god... I'm afraid it won't be very effective."
He turned around and pointed at the mist-shrouded peak of the back mountain.
"I watched the stars last night and inspected the mountains, and found that the source of the flood was in the barrier lake at the top of the mountain. How about... Let's change the sacrifice method?"
The patriarch sneered: "What do you want?"
He took my hand, walked to the courtyard, picked up the slingshot given to children, pointed it deep into the clouds and mist, and shot a stone.
The earth shook.
As if a giant dragon turned over, there was a loud noise in the distance. The rushing flood unexpectedly changed its course halfway up the mountain and merged into a dry ancient river that circled the village.
Heaven and earth are quiet.
