The sky was faint, the stars were bright, and the young man was lying on the edge of the bed and sleeping deeply, and he also encircled the baby in his arms in his sleep. Suddenly, there was a slight thump in the arm. When the boy opened his eyes, he saw the baby looking at him with flashing eyes, his little hands and feet shaking constantly, but his strength was still very small.

When the boy woke up, the little baby opened his mouth and laughed silently. So they looked at each other, smiled at each other, and a kind of warmth poured into the young man's heart like a tide, and he couldn't help but kiss the baby's forehead. The baby fluttered twice, farted and shit, and soiled the little quilt.

The boy got up, cleaned up the baby, and went to the door to wash the little quilt that had just been soiled and hung it on a bamboo pole. After boiling the rice soup, feeding the baby to drink, and filling some rice soup in the bamboo tube.

The boy tied the baby to his chest with a sturdy cloth belt, put away the small quilt that was dried by the mountain breeze and put it in the bag and took it away, and pulled some soft muslin cloth to make diapers for the baby. When everything was put in order, the boy took his hat and put a flat burden on his back, touched the little baby, and turned around and closed the door of the cottage.

The way down the mountain is very familiar, and the fog below the mountain is also familiar. The fog blocked people from the outside world, and even he himself was hindered by the fog many times. But then the boy found that if he closed his eyes, he seemed to be able to see the way forward through the fog.

The boy took the baby to his feet, closed his eyes, and walked on a narrow but clear path. The road was long, the boy kept walking, the road was straight, the boy had never walked in the fog for so long.

The baby made a low voice, and the boy hurriedly opened his eyes, but there was still a fog around him, and he couldn't see anything clearly. When the boy fed the little baby the rice soup to drink, changed him into a diaper, and tied it back to his body, the little baby fell asleep peacefully. "This kid is good. The boy closed his eyes again, and this time he had not walked long before he saw the end of the road, but beyond the end of the road there was nothing to be seen. So, the boy opened his eyes at the end of the road.

It turned out to be a small town.

The archway in front of him reads "Wunan Town", but it is a good-looking font that has never been seen before.

The boy didn't know the town, but he walked slowly in.

It was noon, and the town was bustling and lively. Restaurants, tea shops, rouge jewelry, shops are lined up, and wine flags are fluttering. The boy seemed to be a little unwell, and his body stiffened a little in the crowd. The boy's strange costume also attracted the fingers of the people around him. An old woman selling tea on the street said to the young man, "Sit down for a while, it looks like you're on a long journey." Today is the Cold Food Festival, but there is no hot tea. ”

The boy hesitated for a moment, then sat down as he was told, and gently stroked a baby's back. The old woman took a big bowl of coarse tea, put it in front of the young man, and asked enthusiastically: "This little Langjun is so handsome, and the dolls he gave birth to are also generally handsome. ”

The young man's face remained unchanged, but he thought in his heart, although he could understand what these people said, his tone was very strange. The boy looked down at the sleeping baby, and drank two more sips of tea, and the boy wanted to ask the old woman if anyone had lost the child, but he opened his mouth for a long time and could not make a sound.

The old woman looked at the young man's face and waited, but she didn't expect the young man to be mute, and said casually: "It's a pity, such a good gentleman is a dumb man." The boy touched his throat and thought to himself that maybe he hadn't spoken to anyone for so long that he had forgotten how to speak. So he took the tea with his fingers and wrote on the table, which turned out to be a beautiful little seal.

The old woman's eyes when she looked at the young man were even more pity, and she called the Taoist priest who told fortunes next to her to see, and the Taoist priest didn't know what the young man wrote, so he said to the old woman: I don't know. The two shook their heads at the young man, who left a small handful of red beans as tea money, and the old woman was even more happy.

The town is not big, and the boy walked through the most prosperous street in the town in a while, saw a small academy, and walked in. More than a dozen tables were placed in the hall, which was supposed to be used as a classroom.

When the boy saw a student in green clothes entering the classroom from the backyard, he greeted him and made an ancient salute.

The student in Tsing Yi was long, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and a handsome air overflowed from the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

The Tsing Yi students looked at the boy in surprise, bowed slightly, the boy picked up the pen on the table and wrote down the question to be asked on the paper, the Tsing Yi student looked at the word, and was even more surprised, and said after a while: "Can you hear me?" The boy nodded.

The Tsing Yi student continued: "I did have a student who said that he had lost a child in his village, but I don't know exactly where this student's home is, only that it is in Xingnan Village, Wubei Town. ”

The young man performed another ancient ceremony, and the student in Tsing Yi pointed out the direction to him, looking at the back of the young man, his eyes were a little intriguing.

Wubei Town needs to go all the way to the north, not as prosperous as Wunan Town, I don't see the wine flag fluttering, and there are only a few people on the road, out of the town and go northeast for more than ten miles, Wen Xuan fed the baby again, and he also ate some dry food, before arriving at Xingnan Village. Looking at the lazy appearance of the baby lying comfortably in his arms after eating, the boy's gaze softened.

It was dusk, and wisps of cooking smoke rose in the village, and the young man was about to find someone to inquire, but he saw that the village was full of tall weeping willows, swaying gently in the wind.

On the east side of the village, there was a door open, and the young man knocked on the open door, but he didn't wait for anyone to come out for a long time, so he knocked on the door again, and a middle-aged woman came out, looked at the young man, and the young man bowed and wrote on the ground with a branch, and the woman seemed to be startled, and shook her head, meaning that she was illiterate. The boy gestured to the child in his arms again.

The middle-aged woman asked him, "Do you want some milk for the child?" The young man shook his head, and the woman said to herself: "I don't have it here, you go to the westernmost part of the village to find it, there is a family there, a black wooden door, the family has just lost a child, and there is nowhere to feed the milk." The boy gave another salute and went out.

The westernmost part of the village is a large willow tree surrounded by several people, and under the shade of the trees, is the black courtyard gate. The boy knocked on the door, and a man with messy sideburns opened the door, and the boy pointed to the baby, and then to the man, but saw that the man saw the baby and rushed up like crazy, and wanted to snatch the child. The young man hurriedly protected him and put the flat burden behind him in front of him.

The man's eyes were red as he stared at the baby in the boy's arms, and the boy pointed to the baby again and then to the man. The man's agitation seemed to calm down a little, and he looked at the young man expectantly and sadly, and opened the swaddling clothes with a trembling hand, and in an instant withered. An equally messy woman stood under the eaves and watched the scene and fell to the ground in pain.

The young man knew in his heart and turned to leave, but was grabbed by the man and knelt down, "I beg this son, let's hold this child, even if it is not our child." The young man paused, paused, and nodded slowly.

The man ushered the boy into the house, and along with the woman, turned all his attention to the child. The man said, "Childe, can you let the baby be nursed in the house?" the boy nodded. The woman went in with the child, and the man was obviously calm, pouring the tea fruit, but still unable to hide his sadness.

"Childe, is this child yours?" the boy shook his head, and the man was silent, and for a moment burst into tears.

The young man wrote on the tea with tea, and the man saw Wen Xuan's writing, nodded, and said, "My family has lost a child, and I don't know if it's life or death." His eyes were a little dull, and he recalled that he was teasing and playing with the child before he went to the field, but when he came back from the field, the child was gone.

The boy's face was heavy.

At this time, dozens of samurai in armor suddenly rushed into the courtyard, which frightened the man and begged for mercy.

"Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, what is this going to do!"

"Come and ask for someone. ”

The voice had been heard, and the young man was looking for prestige, and it turned out to be the Tsing Yi student who showed the way, and he carried a light sword and paced in.

"As long as he!" the sword was unsheathed, but pointed at the boy.

The young man and the man were stunned, the man looked at the young man, and then kowtowed again: "He is a good person, official, he must be a good person, a good person." ”

"Good man, do you know who he is?"

The eyes of the students in Tsing Yi were awe-inspiring, staring directly at the young man. The boy shook his head and said to himself, "I don't even know who I am. ”

The man in Tsing Yi looked at the young man and said, "Don't think about resisting, otherwise, I will slaughter this village." ”

The man lay on the ground and kowtowed.

The young man took two steps forward and nodded to the student in Tsing Yi.

When the man saw that the boy was leaving, he cried out, "Childe, give the child a name." When the young man heard this, he turned around and wrote on the table with tea: Yingzhi, the word is young. was taken away by the students of Tsing Yi.