Miao Bu was about to tell a story to the accompanying beauties, and he began by talking about a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain, which made the accompanying beauties sigh.

"Brother, I obviously don't let you tell the story that there is a temple in the mountain and an old monk in the temple, but you have turned to the old monk for a long time, it seems that you can't get around the old monk in your life, and we don't want to listen to the story of the old monk. ”

The accompanying beauties don't want to listen to the story of the old monk, and others don't want to listen to the story, how many years have the story of the old monk been told, and it is also a story without any novelty, who wants to listen to the old-fashioned story.

Comrade Miao Buzheng smiled again: "Beauties, don't worry, your brother Miao didn't say that he wanted to tell the story of the old monk, and you don't think that there is an old monk living in this mountain temple, can there be no other person in this mountain temple except for the old monk, such as an old man, Lin Chong, the head of the 180,000 forbidden army leopard, also lived in the temple, my story is not an old monk living in the temple, but an old man's house, you listen to my brother slowly." ”

Miao Buzheng said that in addition to the old monk in the mountain temple, there will be an old man's house, and the beauties are still a little embarrassed.

"Okay, brother, then you should hurry up and tell the story of an old man living in your mountain temple. ”

Miao Buzheng drank two large sips of tea, cleared his throat, and coughed two or three times, just like the actor who sang the opera, preparing before singing.

"Well, beauties, prick up your ears and listen to this story from your brother.

It is said that twenty years ago, there was a hill with an altitude of 100 meters, and this mountain never had a name, it was a nameless mountain.

There is a small broken temple in the nameless mountain, when was this small broken temple built, that is also unknown, it is in disrepair and dilapidated, the wind leaks on all sides, the rain leaks above, it rains heavily outside, and it rains moderately inside the temple.

And in this small dilapidated temple lives an old man who is nearly seventy years old, this old man's surname is Miao, he is a lonely old man, he also lives by begging everywhere, living a life without clothes and food, with the last meal there is no next meal.

The old man surnamed Miao didn't have a place to live, so he found this small ruined temple, and he used this small temple as a place to live, and got straw to put on the ground as a bedding.

Late one night, the old man Miao was lying on the straw in the broken temple, and suddenly heard the cry of a baby outside, and the baby's cry became louder and louder, and the sound was clearer than the other.

When the old man surnamed Miao came out of the broken temple, he found that there was a baby at the door of the broken temple, the baby was only a few days old, the baby was only wrapped in a rag, and the baby's little face was purple from the cold, and there was no blood.

It was still raining outside, the cold north wind was blowing, the cloth that wrapped the baby was still wet, and the baby was crying with its little mouth open.

The old man surnamed Miao didn't know where the baby came from, he looked around and didn't find any figure, and on this stormy night, if no one cared about the baby, the young baby might lose his young life.

The old man surnamed Miao thought to himself, now there are not two hours before dawn, so he should quickly carry the baby into the broken temple and let the baby spend the night today, and wait until tomorrow when the morning dawns, or the rain stops, and then he will send the baby to any family in the village, so that the family can feed the baby.

The old man surnamed Miao carried the baby into the broken temple, held him tightly in his arms, and used his body temperature to warm the young baby.

Maybe the temperature in the broken temple was higher, maybe it was the body temperature of the old man surnamed Miao who warmed the baby, after the baby was carried into the temple by the old man surnamed Miao, he stopped crying, and his little face showed a smile, and his little mouth was open and happy.

The next day, when the day dawned and the rain stopped, the old man surnamed Miao took the baby out of the broken temple, and he wanted to carry it to the village, he understood that he couldn't support himself, and he was an old man, and he couldn't feed the baby.

There is a village at the foot of the mountain, there are dozens of families in this village, and the villagers all know this old man surnamed Miao, because he often comes out to beg, and the villagers often give him alms to eat and drink.

The villagers are very good to this old man surnamed Miao, every time he goes down the mountain to beg for food, the villagers will give him food and drink, and sometimes give him some rice oil, let him light a fire in the broken temple, and there is no need to go down the mountain to beg in rainy and snowy weather.

When the old man surnamed Miao appeared in the village with the baby in his arms, the villagers all gathered around and looked at the old and young like strangers.

When the villagers learned that the baby in the arms of the old man surnamed Miao was placed in front of the broken temple last night, the villagers were all surprised and puzzled by the person who gave the baby. This old man Miao can't even protect himself, he is hungry and full, and he doesn't know where the next meal is, how can he feed a baby, isn't this sending the baby to death.

Some villagers speculated that the person who gave the baby thought that it was a ruined temple, and that there should be a monk living in the temple, and perhaps this monk could heal the baby's illness by knowing medical skills.

It turned out that the villagers saw that the young baby was born sick, and the old man surnamed Miao felt that the baby was sick, his complexion was not good, and his eyes were not particularly vigorous.

The old man surnamed Miao told the villagers about his concerns, he couldn't support himself, he couldn't feed the baby's life, and hoped that the villagers would be kind enough to adopt the baby.

However, as soon as the villagers heard the words of the old man surnamed Miao, they all shook their heads, and they said to the old man Miao, this baby is sick, maybe it is an incurable disease, otherwise his parents would not be so ruthless to throw away the baby, this baby is still a little boy with a handle.

The old man surnamed Miao talked to the villagers, his mouth was worn out, and even he knelt down and begged others, but none of the villagers agreed to adopt the baby, and left for fear of avoiding it. ”

"This baby is so miserable, why are these villagers so ruthless, he is a living little boy, and to adopt him is to accumulate merit for himself. ”

"That's right, this grandfather surnamed Miao is so pitiful, he knelt down and begged for help, it's really that the poorer the person, the more kind and kind he is. ”

When Miao Buzheng's story came to this, the accompanying beauties who listened to his story with their ears fell into tears, and commented on the villagers in the story, which was also for the injustice of the old man surnamed Miao, and also for those villagers to feel uncomfortable.

Not only the accompanying girls shed tears for it, but also the beauties in the box shed tears for it, all of them were sad for the poor baby, sad for the poor old man surnamed Miao, and indignant for the villagers who had no kindness.

"Brother, what happened to the baby, did Grandpa Miao send him away? ”

Miao Buzheng himself cried, his eyes were full of tears, the girl who was the first to sing the beauty, she also took out a piece of wet paper to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes for him, Miao Buzheng said "thank you" with tears.

"Sisters, none of the villagers are willing to adopt this baby, because the villagers know that this baby is sick, and he will be a burden, who wants to adopt a burden.

Not only did the villagers not adopt the baby, but they also avoided the old man surnamed Miao and the baby, saying that the baby might be suffering from an infectious disease, and that their old and young pair would bring disaster to the villagers. ”

"How can this be, don't say anything about death and don't save them, they still treat this pair of old and young like this, these villagers have no conscience. ”

When Miao Buzheng said this, all the beauties became indignant and scolded these villagers for having no conscience, not even the least kindness.

The last singing beauty in the team also took out wet wipes to wipe away the tears from the corners of Miao Buzheng's eyes, and she also said emotionally.

"Brother, you are also a kind person, you are crying when you tell this story, as if this pair has a great relationship with you. ”

Miao Buzheng sniffed, nodded and replied: "Sister, as long as it is the toiling public, then it has a lot to do with your brother, this pair of old and young is the toiling public, your brother must be emotional."

The villagers refused to adopt the baby, and they ruthlessly drove the couple out of the village, warning the old man surnamed Miao not to set foot in the village again, lest he bring a serious disaster to the village.

The old man surnamed Miao had no other way, and carried the baby back to the broken temple, and he wept for the baby, crying very sadly.

The strange thing is that this baby smiled at the old man surnamed Miao, looking at this cute appearance, the old man surnamed Miao felt relieved, he felt that this was not God's little grandson who gave him this lonely old man.

However, the old man surnamed Miao looked at this dilapidated temple, and he immediately returned to reality, he was hungry and full, and he could eat one meal a day, and he lived so hard, how could he feed this baby.

The old man surnamed Miao came up with a way, he wanted to secretly send the baby out, just like his parents secretly sent the baby, and secretly put it at the door of any family.

The old man surnamed Miao made up his mind, and when it was late at night, he took the baby out of the broken temple and went straight to the bottom of the mountain. He did not dare to go to the village down the hill, because the villagers of this village knew about the baby, and they thought that the baby was suffering from an incurable disease, and they would not adopt the baby, and they might throw the baby somewhere else.

The old man surnamed Miao went to another village, this village is four kilometers away from the broken temple, the old man surnamed Miao stumbled and carried the baby to this village, it was really a deep foot and a shallow foot, and I didn't know how many falls along the way, and I fell so that my nose and face were swollen, and I fell a green bag on my forehead.

The old man surnamed Miao wandered around this village for more than two hours, he was thinking that he wanted to find a big family for the baby, so that he would be able to feed well, and he would enjoy wealth and glory when he grew up, and if he was really sick, he would also have money to treat the baby.

The old man surnamed Miao found the largest family in this village, and he also judged by the courtyard of this family, which has a deep wall and a high wall, and it looks like it must be a rich family.

The old man surnamed Miao put the baby at the door of this big family with anxiety, and the moment the baby was put down, he cried, and the old man surnamed Miao ran away with tears, he did not run away immediately, but secretly hid outside the courtyard wall and watched the baby.

The baby's cry drew several wolf dog barks, and as the door of the house opened, a vicious wolf dog pounced on the weeping baby. ”