"You want to take me as an apprentice?" Wang Ziming's eyes lit up for a moment, and then darkened again: "So what? You're still a beggar! ”

"What do you say, stinky boy? How dare you look down on the old man? The old man is also a person from the Ethereal Peak, does he want to be looked down upon by you? The old beggar couldn't stand his look of contempt, and couldn't help jumping to his feet in anger. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ethereal Peak? What is that place? Are the people there all awesome? Can they all be as good as you? Zhao Sanmao heard about Ethereal Peak for the first time, and couldn't help but ask.

"Ethereal Peak...... old beggar mentioned the former residence, and seemed to be honored, but I don't know what he remembered, a trace of jealousy flashed on his face, and he still didn't say much: "When you should know, I will tell you!" Listen, from now on, you're going to have to read with me every day! Otherwise, you won't be able to learn my skills. It just so happens that you haven't been able to get out of the distractions lately, so let's start now! ”

As he spoke, he glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention to him, before reaching out and grabbing a branch and gesturing it on the ground.

"This is the king, your last name! Take a good look, I'll count three and erase it. You write a new one for me to see! ”

Wang Ziming struggled to look at a crooked character on the ground, trying to remember what it looked like. However, he felt that he had only just seen some doorways, and the old beggar quickly "one, two, three" erased the characters.

"Now it's your turn, rewrite what I just wrote!" The old beggar doesn't look like he's joking.

Wang Ziming looked at the flattened ground, stunned for a moment, and then tried his best to remember.

"It seems like this, it seems like that. I seem to be a little confused. He scratched his head and drew a very ugly symbol on the ground.

"Stinky boy!" The old beggar flicked on his head. He didn't write the king's character.

"Look at it, I'll just write it again!" The old beggar said and wrote again on the ground.

Wang Ziming stared at the order of his writing, desperately remembering in his heart.

This time, he wrote half a chime.

The old beggar showed a disappointed look on his face, shook his head, and said, "Stinky boy, you are too stupid except for having a better conscience. ”

Wang Ziming looked at the old beggar with longing eyes, and said with some embarrassment: "Old man, you watch me grab the bun for you, at least teach me this name!" I really don't know anything except that my surname is Wang! ”

The old beggar sighed, shook his head, and said, "Forget it, not everyone is as talented as me. You take a good look at my writing again, and this time it really is the last time! ”

After saying that, he slowly and carefully drew a word on the ground.

This time, Wang Ziming looked more seriously.

But after the old beggar erased the word, he finally drew the gourd and wrote the word. When he finished writing, he looked left and right, and tears suddenly fell.

He has always known that his surname is Wang, but no one has ever told him what the word Wang looks like.

Now that he finally knows his last name, how to write it. This can be regarded as him crying with joy!

"Look at your unproductive look! Isn't it just a word recognition? Is this necessary? The old beggar was a little unimpressed.

Then he asked, "Do you have a name?" ”

Wang Ziming shook his head and said: "I have little hair since I was a child, and everyone calls me Sanmao, so I only know that my name is Sanmao!" ”

The old beggar touched his head and said, "If you are poor, you will be good to yourself, and if you are good, you will help the world!" From now on, you will be called Wang Ziming! ”

Wang Ziming's face turned red with excitement, and he nodded again and again: "This name is good, I like it!" From now on, I will be Wang Ziming! ”

The old beggar said, "I will tell you the meaning of what I just said." That's where your name comes from! ”

As he spoke, he wrote this sentence on the ground and explained it to him in detail.

Wang Ziming didn't seem to understand, but still, he tried his best to show that he understood.

When the old beggar had finished speaking, he began to cough violently again.

"You read this sentence a few times a day today, and then the meaning is enough to understand!" The old beggar probably couldn't stand it anymore, so he let Wang Ziming go.

For the first time since he could remember, Wang Ziming had the opportunity to come into contact with such profound words, and he was extremely excited and looking forward to it. I hope I can be changed. So throughout the day, he kept muttering this sentence. Even the hunger and pain were forgotten for a while.

In the following period, the old beggar would give Wang Ziming a little bit of the food he begged for every day, and then teach him a few words every day and some seemingly strange gestures.

His ten taels of silver, with the protection of the old beggar, no one came to covet it.

Maybe the vitality of children is indeed more tenacious than that of adults, and it took about two months for Wang Ziming's leg injury to finally heal. The old beggar seemed to be getting weaker and weaker.

On this day, the old beggar panted like a bellows, took out a black and rotten book from his arms, and handed it to Wang Ziming with shaking hands.

"Stinky boy, I really can't do it. This book,You can take a good look at it.。 All of the above is what I have learned in my life, and you have learned. Bury me, remember, you must send this book to the Ethereal Peak. "The old beggar took several times to express the meaning of this sentence completely.

Wang Ziming took the notebook and cried. "You don't want to die, you can't die, what can I do without you?" He cried very sadly.

"Stinky boy, it's really useless! Without me, you can live well! Remember my ability to teach you this Xuantian, now no one can bully you casually! The old beggar looked very angry, panting and scolding Wang Ziming.

"You go find that kid surnamed Huang now, I can guarantee that he will never beat you again!" The old beggar said it categorically.

"Then don't die yet, wait until I finish beating him!" Wang Ziming told him the conditions.

"Stinky boy!" For Wang Ziming's strange conditions, the old beggar was a little speechless.

"Life and death are fateful, and wealth is in the sky. How can I still drag myself without dying? Forget it, I'll try my best! After the old beggar said this, he fell into a coma, and no matter how much Wang Ziming screamed, he no longer opened his eyes.

Wang Ziming stuffed the small notebook into his close-fitting clothes, and stuffed the blue cloth package into his sleeve indiscriminately, and was ready to listen to the old beggar's words to see if the little fat man who had chased him for most of the street before could beat him.

However, he was not able to get very far. As soon as the old beggar fainted, someone was about to move and stopped in front of him: "Stinky boy, hand over the money!" ”

When Xin Qingqing called him, Wang Ziming had already fallen into a memory of his past. I don't know why, so much time has passed, and he is actually at this moment, and suddenly has a memory of the most depressed time in the past.

This is the life he experienced before he reached the Ethereal Peak. At that time, he was an orphan with no father and mother, a beggar.

Unlike now, the status is respected and admired.

However, maybe it was because he was poisoned just now, and he thought that he might not be able to live anymore, so he recalled that memory in his mind, right?

Does this memory help you in your current situation? Or, any inspiration? He didn't know. (To be continued.) )