Compared with others, Hua Xiaojian's life experience is even more bleak, because he was an orphan, before he met the old man Yusan, his life was not much joy, he still remembered that he was only six years old that year, the children of the rich family always bullied him, scolded him for being a wild child who no one disciplined, and the children of the poor family also bullied him, either robbing him of candy to eat, or pressing him to the ground and beating him, at that time he always dragged his dirty body back home. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info lay in the arms of the old butler Fubo and cried, and Fubo also had tears on his face, with dry fingers, trembling while patting his back to coax him not to cry, while holding the corner of the coarse cloth to wipe the tears on his face.

At that time, Murong Changtian was three years older than him. At that time, Gongzi Xuan was five years older than him, and at that time, they lived with the old man Yusan in their youth to the courtyard left by Hua Xiaojian's parents.

However, these sad images are incomparably precious. It's all already a memory.

Clear and bright.

Outside the city of Jinan.

Thousands of miles of solitude.

One by one, the graves were hidden in the grass.

There was wind in front of the grave.

There are people before the wind.

Hua Xiaojian stood in front of a small, inconspicuous lonely grave.

The grave had been cleaned with leaves, and even the wild grass on the grave had been uprooted one by one by Hua Xiaojian, although his white hands were covered with mud, even his fingernails had been broken, and the back of his hands had several cuts from thistles. But he didn't seem to hear it, he just single-mindedly carried some dirt on the grave with both hands instead of a shovel according to the customs of his hometown. It can be regarded as adding a grave to Fubo. Build the house of the underworld of Fubo.

After Hua Xiaojian finished cooking these, he took the white robe he was wearing and vigorously wiped the soil on his hands, and after the caftan was dirty, he changed to another clean place, continued to wipe, and then carefully took out the tribute and money from the basket, as well as a pot of old wine and a cup. Placed in front of the grave. Then he knelt down as well.

When the money was ignited, Hua Xiaojian solemnly bowed three times and knocked nine times, each knock touched the ground, and the long hair on his forehead was covered with dust, looking messy, but he still didn't realize it.

After performing these necessary rituals, Hua Xiaojian picked up the wine jug, poured it with wine, raised his hands above his head and sprinkled a glass on the ground, and then drank a cup for himself, with a rare solemn expression. Slowly facing Fauber's grave, he recounted his experience this year in a flat tone. Put the Buddha Fubo in the heavenly spirit can be heard.

Distance. Gongzi Xuan and the three of them stood quietly, looking at Hua Xiaojian, Tang Tingfeng asked: "Hua Xiaojian has been very abnormal recently"

"yes, he does that every few days every year."

"Who He Worships?"

Forber

"What kind of person is Fauber?"

"Fauber is a man worthy of respect, a man worthy of our worship"

"Oh. Why don't we go there yet?"

"It's not time yet. Hua Xiaojian doesn't like to have someone by his side when he worships."

"Oh, yes"

"Hmm"