The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the autumn wind is sparse.

Langya stood at the tip of the tallest bamboo tree in the bamboo forest, standing in the wind.

A gust of wind passed, and the sound of rustling bamboo leaves and the sound of the wind sent a loud baby cry.

Langya frowned, then looked in the direction where the voice came from.

Is that...... Mankind?

Langya narrowed his eyes slightly, and then in an instant, he crossed the sea of hundreds of miles of bamboo and stood in front of the man who was bending over and digging a pit.

In the basket at the man's feet, there was a half-worn bamboo basket, and a small black and thin doll lay in it.

Langya watched as the man dug a hole more than a foot deep, then picked up the child in the basket and threw it into the pit, and began to fill it with earth.

The child stopped crying since Langya arrived, only instigated his fingers and stared at Langya with a pair of big black eyes, even when the man picked up a shovel of soil and threw it at him, he didn't cry.

Langya looked at the man and couldn't help but say loudly: "You're going to bury him?" ”

The man was stunned, looked around, shook his head and continued to fill the pit.

"He's alive! You're going to bury him! Langya cut his teeth word by word.

The man was sure that someone was really talking to him. He shivered as he looked around at the empty Lin Hai, and then suddenly threw away the shovel in his hand and ran away.

"Hell ......."

The poignant voice echoed everywhere in the bamboo forest, and the aftermath lingered.

Only then did Langya show her figure, leaning over and picking up the child in the pit.

It was late autumn, and the child was bare-legged and only wore a thin single coat on his upper body.

"Beast!" Langya reprimanded in a low voice, and then covered the child's bare legs with his sleeves.

I don't know if I felt Langya's kindness, the child grinned toothlessly, his eyes bent into a thin crescent, Langya couldn't help but smile, but he felt that his arms were suddenly hot.

Lifting the sleeves, I saw that between the slippery legs, the little finch was pouting high, spilling a clear line of water.

Pee......

After a while, Langya had a black face, carried a little doll wrapped in a dark green brocade robe, and flew to the Banshan Temple at the bottom of the mountain.

Then, little by little, the years passed.

Three years later, on a dark and windy night, a small figure climbed over the wall of the temple and fell out of the wall with a pop.

"I knew you were going to catch me." The small figure raised its head, revealing a pair of dark eyes.

Langya grabbed the villain by the collar and put him on the ground, then turned around and walked away with a face.

"Wait for me, Daddy......"

Langya suddenly quickened his pace.

Five years later.

On a spring afternoon, the warm sun reached the gate of the Banshan Temple, and a white and chubby little monk walked out of the temple with a firewood knife and rope on his back and went straight to the mountain.

After entering the bamboo forest on the mountain, the little monk put down the rope, chose a bamboo with a thick bowl mouth, and began to make a gesture with a firewood knife.

Langya half-squinted at the little monk for a long time, and then couldn't help but show his figure.

Seeing that the bamboo in front of him had turned into a slender and handsome man, the little monk grinned and pounced, hugging the other party's thighs and raising his head: "Daddy, you haven't seen me for many days!" Why do you have to bring me over with a firewood knife every time, and you are willing to give it up! ”

In the evening, the fire monk in the incense soup kitchen of the Banshan Temple looked at the withered bamboo piled up high in the courtyard and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Don't fix it!" The fire monk swallowed his saliva and asked, "How can you find so much dry firewood every time?" ”

"Because I'm diligent!"

The white and chubby little monk said with crooked eyebrows.

Ten years.

The verdant bamboo forest is isolated from the blazing sun, and outside the bamboo house in the depths of the forest, the little monk wearing a gray thin linen monk's robe has grown into a young man with clear eyebrows, sitting cross-legged under the eaves, holding a grilled fish to eat with relish.

Langya also changed into a light silk robe, a faint green, which made his fingers more and more white and slender.

After a gust of wind, Langya hurriedly raised his sleeves to block it, and with his other hand, he quickly turned over the river fish that was roasting on the fire, and then sprinkled a pinch of fine salt.

Buxiu looked at Langya's flowing movements, and couldn't help sighing: "You say, how can you do anything!" Not...... Not just will, it's proficient! ”

Langya brushed the fat on the fish, and said lightly: "When I'm bored, I always have to find something to do to pass the time." ”

"Ha, I'd rather sleep when I'm bored!"

"You're like me, try to live for tens of thousands of years!"