Liang Dawan was very strange: "Could it be that God intended to send a master to me?"

He returned to his room and told his wife, who was surprised.

This "tree banyan" is indeed strange when he is born. When Li was breastfeeding, not only did he not suck or suck, but spit out the ** out of his mouth.

After doing so several times, Li was in a hurry, but there was no way.

Seeing this scene, Liang Dawan scratched his brain with his hand and said, "Every child has to suck breast milk after birth, but why does Shu Rong not eat breast milk?"

Li came up with an idea: "Since my son doesn't eat human milk, let's cook some rice cereal for him to eat." ”

After hearing this, Liang Dawan went into the kitchen, cooked a big bowl of thin rice cereal, and fed the little tree banyan with a spoon.

When the spoon containing the rice cereal was handed to Xiao Shurong, he still kept his mouth shut and kept swinging his head to the left and right, making Liang Dawan sweat profusely but unable to let him eat.

Li sighed: "Alas, this child was born so rude, it's really unreasonable." I'm afraid I'll spoil him, and I don't know what to do. ”

At this desperate moment, Liang Dawan had to comfort his wife: "Maybe he is playing with his temper, and when he has played enough, he will be hungry, and he will naturally cry and want to eat." ”

"My husband has a point." Li nodded, put the little tree banyan on the bed, and let him sleep on his own.

This little ficus tree is also strange enough, it doesn't cry or cry when it sleeps with its eyes closed, it doesn't make noise or shout, and it is very quiet and peaceful.

That night, Lee had a strange dream. In the dream, colorful auspicious clouds are swirling, the fairy spirit is rising, and the red-topped white crane is soaring in the circle. A kind-faced god, with the sky on his head and the earth under his feet, was busy, gathering the aura of the sun and the moon, extracting the essence of all things, and brewing nectar to feed the little baby.

When Li woke up from the dream, he saw that the little tree banyan closed his eyes slightly, his small mouth was open, and his small red tongue was sticking out of his mouth and licking back and forth, as if he was reminiscing about the unique taste of fairy flowers and spirit fruits.

Li felt strange and woke up Liang Dawan, who was sleeping soundly.

Liang Dawan was having a good dream, when he was suddenly pushed awake and muttered: "In the middle of the night, what's the urgency to wake me up?"

Li Shi tried to keep his voice as low as possible: "Don't be loud, you look at our children carefully." ”

Liang Dawan propped himself up, looked down at the little tree banyan, surprised and delighted, and unbelievably strange things were appearing in front of him.

After a night, the little banyan seemed to be full, and did not cry and cry that she was hungry, which made Liang Dawan and his wife feel relieved.

This little banyan tree is really strange: usually, except for occasional crying, he just closes his eyes and spits quietly when he is free, looking peaceful. That demeanor was like a master concentrating in front of the hall, meditating and meditating.

Every night from then on, whether it is the moon and the stars, the silver man is confused; or thundering war drums, electric dancing silver whips; The Lee family will have the same dream.

The little banyan tree that does not eat breast milk and rice cereal grows day by day like a small bamboo shoot behind the house.

Liang Dawan became ill due to the heavy pressure of life, and he coughed non-stop at first, and later coughed up blood when coughing.

In less than three months, Liang Dawan's entire body was shaved off half of his body, and the skin on his face was as yellow as wax, and sometimes as white as chalk. I lost almost half of my body weight.

Li saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart, sold all the valuable things in the family, and asked Lang Zhong everywhere to treat Liang Dawan. But Liang Dawan's condition is getting worse day by day, and the medicine stone spirit prescription has no power to return to heaven. Liang Dawan, who was terminally ill, could not escape the catastrophe, and died when the little tree banyan was just three years old.

Li is a hard-working rural woman, and she does not bow to fate easily. With extraordinary perseverance, she picked up the heavy burden of life, during the day, she went up the mountain to chop wood, and the man did the plough and harrow the field, she did the same; At night, under the flickering oil lamp, he did needlework, earned a few small money, and worked hard to raise the little banyan tree.

Heavy thunder rumbled through the sky like a broken car, pale lightning tore through the dark night, and heavy rain poured down. The tiled house was like a lonely boat floating in a stormy sea. The roof looked like a broken mat with many holes, and rows of rain arrows flowed down from above. Here and now, there is no room in the house to sleep peacefully. In the face of such adversity, Li sat on the bed, dressed in a lily robe and a large bamboo hat with a pointed head, without lighting the oil lamp, and hugged the little tree banyan tree that was sleeping soundly in his arms. In the dark,

Listening to the slight and well-proportioned snoring of the little banyan tree accompanied by the sound of wind and rain outside the house, the mother's suffering heart was like being gently caressed by her son's tender little hand, and she was greatly comforted and satisfied.

When her husband died early, Li took up the burden of the family and relied on the banyan tree for her life. Because his family was poor, Li used salt-made sour capers to cook, while the tree banyan has been very sensible since he was a child and never picks and chooses to eat.

On weekdays, there are slightly better dishes at home, and Li is reluctant to eat them, so he leaves them for his son to eat.

Under the hardships of the years, before I knew it, the tree banyan was six years old.

One day, the sunset had set over the western mountains, slowly retracting the last rays of afterglow.

The vast twilight haze flowed among the mountains.

"Child, where are your parents?" The little tree banyan, who was playing with the old hen on the grass on the hillside, turned his head and saw an old man with long gray hair standing in front of him.

The old man's slightly round face was stained with a thin layer of yellow dust, and he looked tired and weak. He wore a faded and worn black gown, carrying a simple bag, and exuded an elegant demeanor in Luotuo.

The little tree banyan raised his head, his two big eyes flickered, like in a blue sky, flashing two black and oily gems: "Guest officer, you are a passer-by, do you want to stay here?"

"Heh, how do you know?" The old man was surprised.

"There is no one in the nearby village wearing your clothes. I've never had a guest like you in my house. Therefore, my mother must not know you. ”

"Yes. I don't know your mother. ”

"What's more, there are barren mountains and mountains everywhere within a radius of ten miles here, and there is no village in front and no store in the back. The sun had just gone down, and the outsiders who came at this time were all staying. Although the tree is young, the answer is quite reasonable.

"You're so smart!" The old man stretched out the thumb of his right hand and complimented, "What's your name?"

"Tree Tree."

"Banyan tree?" The old man was stunned, "How did you come up with that name?"

"I don't know, that's what people in my village call me that."

"Where is your home?"

The little tree pointed to the south: "It's at the foot of that mountain." ”

Old man: "If you don't dislike it, please take me to your house." Okay?"

Xiao Shu Rong agreed: "Okay." ”

The little tree banyan led the old man towards the house.

The old man walked and walked with a larger pace than a six-year-old child, and the old man was walking ahead before he knew it.

Suddenly, the old man heard the little tree banyan shout: "Don't move!"