On the mountain path, Xiaoxue burst into tears, her face was full of horror, she stumbled and ran, and she couldn't even wipe her tears;

"Boom! Click! ”

Thunder rolling, electric flashing, hazy drizzle, swaying, drenching the fragile and helpless heart;

"Whoa!"

In an instant, the light rain became heavier, pouring down, as if even the vast sky was rendered by Xiaoxue's sadness, and she shed sad tears;

"Stomp, stomp!"

The path quickly became muddy, Xiaoxue sobbed softly, stepping on the wet water, running desperately forward, for the first time she missed her kind and kind parents so much, and for the first time she felt that the distance between them could become so far away;

"Bang Bang Bang!"

There was a dull knock on the door, and a rickety figure, dressed in thin clothes, holding a black umbrella, with a worried face, cloudy eyes full of vicissitudes, skinny palms, slapping the door hard, and gasping slightly in his mouth;

"Whitch! I'm your uncle! Hurry up and open the door! ”

The voice of the vicissitudes of life was a little hoarse, and although he had worked very hard, he still could not withstand the roaring thunderstorm;

"Who?"

At the door of the kiln house, the egg rolled up his trouser legs, held up a black umbrella, and held a small red umbrella in his armpit, and walked quickly into the rain;

"Stomp, stomp!"

The two big-footed girls staggered in the rain curtain, and their heavy and powerful steps crushed the stagnant water in the puddle and splashed a splash;

"Squeak!"

The bastard twisted his body awkwardly, turned sideways and opened the door, and a familiar old face came into view;

"Uncle! Why are you here? ”

The old man grinned kindly;

"Isn't it raining heavily, Bajie hasn't come back yet, it should be on the way, I thought about going over to pick him up, and by the way, let's see if my granddaughter-in-law is back, do you need to help her bring an umbrella, it seems that there is no need at this time!"

The old man squinted his eyes, looked at the bastard's outfit, and thought to himself that he was worrying about it;

"Uncle! It's raining so hard, it's definitely not easy to walk on the road, or you go back first, and I'll pick them up! ”

The bastard walked out of the door, looking at the muddy road washed by the rainstorm, and persuaded with meaning;

"Stomp, stomp!"

The old man stepped into the rain, although his steps were a little staggering, but they were still steady, and the old man's voice came with the wind;

"What's the matter? Slippery roads in the rain? Are you afraid that your uncle will lose his front teeth? Hum! My grandson hasn't grown up for a day, I'm not old, and if I don't watch him marry his daughter-in-law home, I won't be able to close my eyes even if I die! ”

The bastard shook his head slightly and hurried to follow, staring at the old man's swaying back with both eyes, for fear that he would make a mistake, but his mouth was smiling perfunctorily;

"Hey, hey! My uncle, where do you want to go, I don't mean that, I just think that you have worked hard for most of your life, I want you to rest, save a little effort, don't think too much! ”

Faintly, through the heavy rain, the old man saw a petite figure running in the storm, so he hurried to meet it, with a kind smile on his face and a look of relief in his eyes;

"Huh? Uncle! Slow down, be careful! ”

Because the sight of the bastard was blocked by the old man's back, he did not see the figure running wildly in the rain;

"Woo..."

A whimper sounded from far and near, and the old man's cloudy old eyes widened and he looked carefully, and an ominous premonition arose inexplicably in his heart;

"Whitch! Look, my granddaughter-in-law is back! ”

The old man secretly suppressed the inexplicable strange feeling, turned his head and greeted the bastard who was hurrying to follow;

"Xiaoxue?"

The little boy walked around the old man quickly, reached out and held the little red umbrella in his armpit, shook his wrist from side to side, found the mechanism, quickly held up the little red umbrella, and greeted the rushing Xiaoxue with a worried face;

"Slow down, don't run so fast, it's raining and the road is slippery, be careful, what if you fall!"

The little red umbrella was propped up on top of Xiaoxue's head, and complained softly with a distressed face;

"Woo..."

Xiaoxue looked at the bastard's face full of love and concern through the hazy eyes and the rain curtain, and couldn't help crying bitterly;

"Dad! Woo..."

Xiaoxue threw herself into the arms of the child, hugged the waist and abdomen of the child and cried loudly, her petite body spasmed slightly, and vented the fear and grievances in her heart to the fullest;

"Look at you, this child, isn't it just a rain, and you haven't been drenched when you were a child, why are you still crying, can't it be frozen? Do you have a headache? Or is there something wrong with it? ”

The bastard asked with concern, stretched out his rough palm, gently patted Xiaoxue's back, and gently comforted his precious daughter;

"Woo..."

Xiaoxue cried vigorously, the old man stared at the old man with cloudy old eyes and looked around, but he didn't see the figure of Ugly Bajie, and he chuckled in his heart for no reason, and the ominous premonition quietly rose again, becoming more and more intense, haunting his heart like a haze, lingering;

"What, granddaughter-in-law! Light snow! Come on, come on, don't cry yet, grandpa asked you, what about Bajie? Did you go home first? This stinky boy actually let you come back alone, not to mention sending you, see how grandpa will clean him up when he goes back! ”

The old man said to himself, but Xiaoxue's crying stopped abruptly, and the bastard stared around suspiciously, but he also didn't see the figure of Ugly Bajie, but when he went back first, he subconsciously asked casually;

"Light snow! What about the Eight Precepts? ”

Xiaoxue seemed to remember something, and slowly let go of the bastard, her slightly pale little face was full of panic and panic, tears flowed down, like a flood bursting the embankment, her hazy eyes blinked uneasily, and she looked at the bastard and the old man timidly;

"What's wrong? Could it be that Bajie, this stinky boy, didn't come back with you? ”

The old man Jian Xiaoxue was silent, and smiled kindly, although he said so, his heart was completely opposite, in his impression, although Ugly Bajie looked a little ugly, he was still very sensible;

"Xiaoxue? What's wrong with you? Grandpa talked to you, why didn't you keep quiet? ”

The bastard smiled at the old man a little embarrassedly, bowed his head and complained softly;

"Bajie! Eight precepts! ...”

Xiaoxue trembled, as if she was stunned, and kept muttering the name of Bajie;

"Bajie!"

Just when the old man and the bastard were full of doubts, Xiaoxue suddenly shouted, as if she had fallen into an evil spirit, and turned around and ran desperately;

"Xiaoxue? What's wrong with you? ”

The bastard's eyes were quick, and he dragged back Xiaoxue, who had rushed into the rain again, and asked with a trembling voice of concern;

"Xiaoxue? You tell your grandfather the truth, what's wrong with Bajie? Did something happen to you on the road? ”

The old man walked up to Xiaoxue tremblingly, asked in a hoarse trembling voice, and an ominous premonition instantly rushed to his head. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info