The clouds curled and rolled, like horses running through the clouds in the sky, and from time to time lightning flashed in the sky, making a sound like the rumbling of the ground as the horses galloped past. The wind blows tightly, no more than the cold wind of winter, and the wind before the thunderstorm in the middle of summer always brings some heat. I don't know when, the rain like a bead curtain fell densely, without any interruption, as if this day was ruthless, vowing to drench the mortal people all over their bodies, and become a chicken in the soup, but they refused to give up at all.

A Taoist priest wearing a gray-blue robe full of holes and patches, with long hair as interlaced and complex as tree roots, and a wine gourd pinned to his waist, the wine gourd is very old, and there are some deep or shallow scratches on it, as if he has remembered the love stories of those deep and shallow love in the world, and the shoes on his feet are about to wear the bottom, and his bare ankles are not known to be scratched by some unknown grass, leaving shallow blood stains. He seemed to be drunk, swaying left and right on the road, sometimes leaning left as if he was about to fall, and then falling to the right violently, keeping his center of gravity, and others who didn't know thought he was drunk Arhat. As if he hadn't finished his fun, he untied the gourd bottle pinned to his waist, raised his head to pour some wine out, and shook the wine gourd down a few times, but he couldn't drip a drop of wine, and he fell asleep in front of the gate of the Song Mansion in a daze.

Song Chenglin, the master of the Song Mansion, went to the household to serve as a servant. It is rumored that this family, the ancestor was originally a businessman in the area of Huixing, relying on tea to start a family, and he was bold, and every time there was a drought or flood, he opened a warehouse to help grain, and gave porridge to the poor people. Therefore, people in the capital said that Song Chenglin was able to go smoothly in the officialdom, and he also got the blessing of his ancestors. Since he became an official, he also handed over the family business to his younger brother Song Chengxian to take care of, just to be able to concentrate on benefiting the people, and was promoted from the local assassin to the household servant three years ago.

The little man who watched the door vaguely felt that there was someone at the door, so he opened the door to see, and sure enough, the Taoist priest was leaning on the stone pillar at the door and fell asleep. Fortunately, there was an eaves to shelter him from the rain, but it was only a little wet, and the rain left a little bit on the bottom edge of his broken clothes, as if it was blooming dark blue flowers, and the gray stains that he touched somewhere on the side were like grass.

The little guy immediately called someone to help the Taoist priest into the house, and in response to the master's order, all monks and Taoists who meet wandering around the door can be welcomed into the house to rest. The Song Mansion also specially cleaned up a room for these monks and Taoist priests to rest and sleep, so that they would not hide under the eaves and suffer from the cold. Although the objects in the house are not good, they are also configured according to the house of the next person, and it is enough to stay for a while.

The subordinate placed the Taoist priest on the bed, and hugged a clean thin futon for the Taoist priest to cover, although it was said that it was summer, after all, it was raining, and this thunder and rainy day was a little cold, in case the Taoist priest was cold, or covered.

The next day, the sky was just bright, the distance exuded a long-lost faint red, a night of rain and storm, the wet soil drenched out a fragrance, the white hosta after the rain was wet and hung its head, faintly exuding a faint fragrance. The water dripped down the edges and corners of the tiles on the eaves, as if waking up the Taoist priest in the dream, snorted softly, and was still confused, kicked open the thin quilt covering his body, sat up and yawned. Widening his eyes slightly, the Taoist priest began to be confused, and whispered in his mouth: "I actually came here drunk yesterday......"

The Taoist priest looked around, but there was no impression in his mind, but he said something strange, lay down and fell asleep in a daze, and he still clicked his mouth in his dream, not knowing what he was eating in his dream.

When the Taoist priest woke up for the second time, there was already a small servant in the courtyard outside the house cleaning the leaves that had been knocked down by the rainstorm yesterday. When the Taoist priest walked out of the door and wanted to ask where it was, it happened that Song Chenglin came. Although Song Chenglin is an official, he does not treat others as an official in private, whether it is to others or subordinates, he is very friendly.