"For ...... Why?" Grandma Liang's heart was weakened, he didn't want to lose the warmth of home in front of him.

"Why? You are holding back things in your heart! I can tell you, if you recognize me as a grandmother, don't beat people up as soon as possible!"

Grandma Liang was hunched over, her face was not clear, and her words were very powerful.

"Bad idea?...... You said she! Not ......" Tsujizi wanted to argue, but Grandma Liang looked at her very seriously, and he couldn't tell him.

He could see that it was the old man warning him. The pestle had no choice but to say "hey!" and said no more.

"Hehe, hey, you can say that, don't let grandma look away!" Grandma Liang smiled with satisfaction and went out.

At this good night when the lights of thousands of homes are lit, the old woman pulls up the garbage truck as usual and slowly disappears into the night with her old steps......

"Alas!" Looking at the back of the camel, the pestle couldn't tell what it was like. is not only sad for Grandma Liang's loneliness, but also depressed for her own devastation.

He lay down on the small wooden bed, took out the black iron bead from his pocket and held it in front of his eyes, and sighed: "Aren't you just like this iron lump, a forgotten piece of waste......"

Ever since he had that strange dream and really picked up this iron bead, he has always felt that he and this inconspicuous scrap iron marble are like sympathy and sympathy.

He told Grandma Liang about the adventure, but Grandma Liang disagreed, explaining: "People have two selves, one is the real body, and the other is the original god. The real body is a physical fetus, and each physical fetus corresponds to a star in the sky, which is the primordial god. The original spirit is generally not in charge of things on the ground, but occasionally he will realize something with the physical body, just like two wires short-circuited, and the spark that bursts out is a human dream......!

Grandma Liang said one set of things, which seemed serious, but it seemed like she was joking with herself. The pestle seemed to understand it, and he didn't want to treat this iron lump as scrap metal anyway.

"What kind of flesh is the primordial god, I don't care, hehe, you are my primordial god!"

The pestle played with the iron beads and talked to himself, but he seemed to feel that there was a fly in the ointment.

If you want to say that this thing is called a bead, Wu Didiu is not round at all, and it is a world of difference from the pearl night pearl of the rich.

To say that this is an ordinary iron hammer, it is also shiny and heavy, and the key is that there is a warm feeling in the hand.

"Alas, whatever, I will also drill a hole in it and hang it around my neck when I have time, so that Gan Tiantian knows that we also have a panache!"

Thinking like this, the pestle fell asleep, and he fell asleep again......

"Hey, bold horse, you dare to steal the primordial god without permission?"

In the dream, the clouds were shrouded, and a god with a ghost-headed broadsword glared at himself with three eyes.

The pestle was not convinced, and crossed his waist and scolded:

"You three-eyed Lord Ma, the same surname Ma, why are you so unreasonable?

"Ahh

The gods screamed angrily and swung their swords at him. Ma Qizi did not panic, and shouted "Get up!" under his feet, and flew in the air like a monkey, fighting with the gods.

"Jingle bell, ping pong" in the hands of the pestle sometimes golden hoop stick, sometimes a sledgehammer, sometimes a yo-yo made of iron beads, and the gods did not know how to fight for hundreds of rounds, and gradually the gods fell into the wind and suddenly appeared in their original form, it was an old cripple!

The old cripple waved the dogskin whip and thunderclapped, and kept scolding: "You little bastard, return my sheep and my daughter-in-law......!"

The old cripple squatted on the ground and cried, and the pestle suddenly felt that he was quite pitiful, so he wanted to step forward to help him.

Unexpectedly, the old cripple smiled and used a doppelganger technique to become Yang Jiaxing and Deputy Director Shi.

Yang Jiaxing walked up with a gloomy face, and couldn't help but say "pop" and gave the pestle a big mouth, and scolded: "Little brute, how can a sweet and sweet chick be so white and tender that you are cheap!"

The pestle covered his hot cheeks and was not convinced, but Deputy Director Shi took out the handcuffs and leg irons with a "whoosh", pounced on him with his fangs, and "whoosh" his hand and covered himself with an iron chain!

"Hmm...... Hmm, grandma, I'm fighting with you......" The pestle yelled and tried to fight hard, but his hands and feet were tied and he couldn't move no matter how he struggled.

At this moment, an old woman dragging a broom appeared, it was Grandma Liang!

"You bunch of miscellaneous hair, let my child go!" I saw Grandma Liang scream, picked up the broom and only "fluttered" twice, and Yang Jiaxing and Deputy Director Shi turned into smoke and dust and disappeared......

"Oh great, grandma, grandma!" the pestle was overjoyed, and threw herself into Grandma Liang's arms with a cheer.

However, when he pounced, Grandma Liang was knocked down by herself like a paper man, and blood spurted from her mouth!

"Ahh

He was sweating profusely, and he saw that he was still covered with the tattered quilt, and there was no one on the bed opposite.

"Oh, it's broken!"

The pestle sat up and felt uneasy: "What's the matter, grandma hasn't returned overnight?"

Just as he was panicking to put on his shoes, the curtain was lifted, and Grandma Liang came in with a bowl of hot sweet potato porridge and greeted with a smile: "Wake up! ”

"Oh......" The pestle let out a long breath, and then he was relieved.

"What's wrong with the kid? Look you're sweating profusely and haven't slept well?"

Grandma Liang saw that the pestle was uncertain and asked with concern.

"I'm fine, you, when will you come back?" asked the pestle with concern.

"It's about two o'clock in the night. ”

Grandma Liang's eyes were bloodshot and she couldn't hide her tiredness, put the bowl away and said with a smile: "Aren't I worried about Yang Xinhua, squatting outside the door and guarding her for half the night." Hehe, I came back to see that you slept soundly, so I didn't bother you. ”

“……”

Seeing the old man's haggard face, he couldn't speak.

Grandma Liang cooled the sweet potato porridge and handed it to the pestle and said happily:

"Yesterday you were weak, and I didn't put chrysanthemum flowers for you. Put some today, you smell it, there is a fragrance!"

In front of me, a large bowl of porridge was full, with a few golden chrysanthemums floating on it, and a few red wolfberries wrapped in it, which were crystal fragrant and glutinous, and the heat was curling.

The pestle recalled the sinister in the dream, and then looked at the hot porridge, and the warm current in his heart couldn't help but want to cry.

It took a long time for him to restrain himself, and he pointed to the worn quilt under him and said:

"You...... It should wake me up, didn't you say that I covered this quilt in the first half of the night and you covered it in the second half of the night!"

There was a question in his tone, and even more with self-blame.

"Hey, hey. Grandma Liang smiled nonchalantly, "It's not cold yet, wrap a few clothes and sleep like you!" I thought about dismantling some old cotton and making another bed in a few days. ”

"But, you've only been asleep for a few hours since you got up early and stayed dark, how can you stand it like this every day?"

The tragic situation of Grandma Liang vomiting blood in the dream appeared in his mind, and he felt infinite guilt in his heart. He was really worried that the old man's health would go wrong.

"Hey, I'm used to it. This man, he is old and unconscious! Hurry up, drink the porridge while it's hot!"

Grandma Liang handed the bowl to the pestle, hunched over and turned around to fold the quilt.

"Jingle, ding......" Just then a familiar car bell rang outside.

"Yo, I knew she'd be in a hurry!"

Grandma Liang was overjoyed when she heard the bell and hurriedly folded the quilt.

"Grandma Liang, grandma!" Fang Bailu's voice sounded outside, sweet and crisp.

"Hey, here we go!"

The old woman danced happily, and hurriedly gathered her hair and went out to greet her, but suddenly she turned her head again, and said with a heavy face to the pestle:

"Last time, you kid saw someone like he lost his soul, why haven't you seen a beautiful girl?

"Uh...... Oh, how can you!"

The pestle responded awkwardly, lowered his head and went to drink porridge. Grandma Liang was relieved to come out of the shack and into the courtyard.

When the pestle saw her go out, she hurriedly put down the bowl, quietly got up and hid behind the curtain to peek out through the curtain......