"Have you heard, Widow Jiang's eldest son was struck by lightning?"

"I went to see it, my hair was burnt, and I looked like a piece of wood, and I didn't look like I could live."

"Doesn't it mean that bad people will be struck by lightning, a half-grown boy who reads, and he usually looks filial piety, how can he suffer this kind of retribution?"

"Huh, this kid may not have been a wicked person in his last life, otherwise so many people Lei Gong would have singled him down?"

"Widow Jiang is considered to have suffered from old age, it is already difficult for a dead man to pull three children to live, and now the eldest son can't keep it, God doesn't have long eyes."

The wind and wind mixed with the cold rain and the miserable wind rushed to the three thatched houses under the small bamboo mountain in the west of the town, and there was a small opening in the yellow mud bamboo wall, and the drizzle blew into the house, and the room became more and more damp and dim. A bed, a cupboard, a bookcase, extremely simple, lying on the bed is a young man, covered with an old quilt, his face is gray, and the occasional convulsions show that he is still alive.

The door of the house was filled with smoke, the black clay pot was bubbling on the tandoor, and the bitter smell of medicine was diffused, and a little girl shook the rotten fan, looked at the fire with a sad face, and leaned out from time to time to look into the house.

It's been two days, and Jiang Anyi is unconscious. On the surface, it seems to be calm, but the brain is boiling like a pot of porridge, and countless pictures float like dust, some familiar and some unfamiliar: reading hard under the father's lamp, dancing and boxing under the scorching sun, reliving the sadness of his father's death, experiencing the panic when he killed for the first time, one moment is coarse tea and light rice barely passing the day, reading the blurred words on the book under the oil lamp, and facing countless delicacies for a while, enjoying the lights and wine......

Finally, to the dark clouds, heavy rain, lightning and thunder, take shelter from the rain under the trees; The other figure was in the depths of the dense forest, on the top of the strange building, there was also lightning and thunder, and with the same thunderclap, the golden snake rushed forward.

"Ah", Jiang Anyi screamed miserably, his head was split, and his body shook violently on the bed, making a sound. The girl jumped up, shouted loudly, "Brother is awake", and ran into the house. There was a "clang", and a woman staggered from the outside to the bed.

Hearing the urgent call, Jiang Anyi endured a severe headache, barely opened his eyes, and two tearful faces came into view, it was Niang and Yan'er. Jiang Anyi wanted to smile, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he drooped into a wry smile weakly.

"God forbid", Jiang Huang whispered to himself as he sat softly beside the bed. It took a long time to wake up, wiped the tears on his face, squeezed out a smile, got up and asked, "Yi'er, are you hungry?" My mother boiled chicken soup, and I will bring it to you. ”

I haven't eaten for two days, and the warm chicken soup in my stomach caused a "cooing" sound in my stomach, which made Yan'er "giggle" and laugh. After most of the bowl of chicken soup was in his stomach, Jiang Anyi recovered some strength, watching his sister Yan'er staring at the bowl and swallowing saliva, and the remaining little at the bottom of the bowl could no longer be drunk. Jiang Huang fed the remaining spoons to his daughter, folded the sheets for Jiang Anyi, said a few words, and walked out of the house with the bowl.

Yan'er "clicked" her small mouth, stretched out her tongue and licked it on her lips a few times, spat out with satisfaction, and lay on the head of the bed and said: "The chicken soup is so sweet, my mother said that when you take the Xiucai exam, our family will be able to eat meat as often as Xiuxiu's family." Brother, when will you be able to pass the exam? ”

Jiang Anyi was speechless, enlightened by his father at the age of six, passed the government examination at the age of twelve to become a child, and was also known as a "little prodigy". Originally, she was supposed to farm to support her family, but her mother insisted on letting herself study, rented ten acres of land in the family to others, and subsidized the family by weaving bamboo baskets and bamboo brooms.

At the age of ten, the younger brother helped the villagers herd cattle, chop wood, and do some small work, so that he could go outside to eat a meal or two, and reduce the burden on the family. Look at my sister again, her hair is yellow and sparse, and her coat full of patches is empty on her body, she is almost seven years old, and she is stronger than the six-year-old Xiuxiu of the neighbor's house.

His heart was like a knife, the headache hit again, and Jiang Anyi closed his eyes tiredly. Yan'er obediently returned to the medicine stove to fan the fan, her brother had woken up, Yan'er's heart was happy, the fan was fanned quickly, and the ashes of the furnace were raised, floating and floating, like paper kites put by children in the town......

After the surroundings were quiet, Jiang Anyi recalled the situation of the lightning strike: returning home from the county seat, the road encountered heavy rain, sheltered from the rain under the tree, and a sharp flash knocked himself down. Strange, why are there more things in the memory, towering buildings, monsters flying away with smoke, big monsters passing through the sky, is this Asgard or Underworld?

I heard the old people say, in ancient times, there were scholars who took refuge in the deserted temple, and the demon fox took refuge under the body to escape from the thunder, and it is said that the scholar was a Wenqu star descending to earth, and the thunder god did not dare to hurt it, and the demon fox was able to take refuge. Could it be that he is also a Wenqu star, but he didn't see anything when he hid under the tree?

There is clearly something extra in his body to have these strange memories, but this thing is not a good type, often changing clothes to kill, with fists and legs, weapons, and a fire-breathing strange weapon. Bitter also, in the story, the demon fox will repay the favor, and the demon will only harm people, not only to harm himself but also to affect his family, he must not tell others that there are demons in his body, otherwise the catastrophe is in front of him.

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Half a month later, Jiang Anyi staggered in his small courtyard, and Yan'er cautiously followed beside him, acting as her brother's crutch. Jiang Huang leaned on the door frame and weaved a bamboo basket, and when he saw that it was not early, he muttered: "It's such a time for the sky, why hasn't Yong'er come back yet?" As he spoke, he got up and prepared dinner.

It was overcast, it was raining, and there were few people on the streets. A young man ran quickly along the bluestone slab in the middle of the street, and a tear in his right sleeve fluttered in the air like a small flag with his footsteps.

Yan'er rushed to the fence door with a smile, and shouted at the young man in the distance: "Second brother." ”

The boy ran to the door and habitually reached out and rubbed Yan'er's head. Yan'er tilted her head, stared at the tear in the clothes on Jiang Anyong's arm, and said angrily: "The second brother is not well-behaved, and he is fighting with someone again, I want to tell my mother to go." ”

Jiang Anyong grimaced and motioned to Yan'er to speak softly, and hurriedly took out a lotus leaf bag from his arms and handed it to Yan'er flatteringly. Open the lotus leaf, there is a steamed bun inside, the green lotus leaf is lined with the snow-white steamed bun, which is particularly attractive. Yan'er exclaimed, grabbed the steamed bun and forgot about the rest.

Jiang Anyi looked at the bruises on his younger brother's face, frowned and didn't speak. The eldest brother is like a father, Jiang Anyong is a little afraid of his brother, subconsciously touched the sore spot on his cheeks, and explained with a simple smile: "Erniu, a few of them said bad things about my brother, I couldn't be angry, I argued with them for a few words, and it didn't hurt." ”

Looking at his short, black and thin younger brother, Jiang Anyi's heart was sour, and anger rose in his chest, both annoyed that Erniu was rude and hated himself for being incompetent.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Yan'er exclaimed, "Your face is so ugly, is it sick?" ”

"It's okay", Jiang Anyi patted Yan'er's head gently, forced a smile on his face, and whispered to his younger brother: "Take off your clothes, I'll help you make up for it." ”

A pine square table, in the center of which is a dish of boiled camelina with no oil, looks withered, and a large bowl holds a few boiled taro. In the middle of the Jiang Huang family, Jiang Anyi on the left, Jiang Anyong on the right, Jiang Huayan kneeling on the bench directly below, a bowl of millet porridge in front of each person, the porridge is as clear as a mirror, it is the dinner of the Jiang family.

Jiang Anyi's mind came up with oily pieces of meat, crispy roast duck, fragrant roast chicken, as well as prawns with a length of prawns, shells with a long nose, and delicate and picturesque pastries, which were the memories of the demons, and it was confusing my state of mind. Jiang Anyi hurriedly recited "Taishang Laojun", "Amitayus Buddha", "Amitabha Buddha", and "Guanyin Bodhisattva", and invited all the gods and Buddhas he knew, and the "evil thoughts" slowly disappeared.

Drinking porridge in small sips and eating a bite of taro, imagining that it was pork that was burned badly, Jiang Anyi ate it with relish, and when he stretched out his chopsticks again, he found that the bowl was empty.

"Here you go, brother", Yan'er giggled and handed over the bite in her hand, Jiang Anyi blushed and shook her head.

Jiang Huang stopped his chopsticks and said with a smile: "My mother has forgotten that Yi'er and Yong'er have grown up, and the amount of food has also grown, so my mother will cook more tomorrow." Yan'er ate steamed buns just now, Yi'er, you can eat it. ”

After eating, an oil lamp was placed on the table, and Jiang Anyi studied hard under the lamp as usual. Jiang Huang was weaving a bamboo basket on the side, Jiang Anyong squatted on the ground and broke the bamboo pieces into bamboo threads, and Yan'er waited for him to break the bamboo silk and carefully put it in his mother's hand.

The oil lamp emitted a faint glow, soft and warm, and the figure of the family dissolved into a ball under the light.

Suddenly, Jiang Huang's hand shrank, put his finger in his mouth and sucked. The mother's hand was stabbed with blood by the bamboo thorn again, and Jiang Anyi knew that the hands were covered with large and small cuts. Picking up the lamp, Jiang Anyi quietly moved the lamp to his mother's side, and the room was brighter.

No matter how difficult Jiang Anyi's mind is, he always thinks of the openings on his mother's hand, which are bloody like stabbing in the heart, painful and depressed. It seems that there are many ways to make a fortune in the memory of demons, and they can borrow and use them? I don't want to be rich, as long as I can ensure that the family has no worries about food and clothing, my mother and younger brother don't have to work so hard, and I can study with peace of mind.

"Yi'er, why don't you read it?" His mother's voice sounded in his ears, and Jiang Anyi hurriedly lowered his head and continued to read, "...... Zi Lu was stunned and said: 'Gentlemen are also poor? Zi said: "The gentleman is poor, and the villain is poor." ’”

The Master admonished the scholars to be content with poverty and to uphold virtue, and only the little ones would behave recklessly because of poverty. Jiang Anyi was terrified, this demon is latent in me, tempting me all the time, I want to stick to my heart, not to be taken advantage of by demons, and not to give him the opportunity to do evil.

So, Jiang Anyi chanted softly and firmly: "The gentleman is poor, and the villain is poor", and calmed down again in the expectant eyes of his family.