The small inn is surrounded by people, all want to take a look, the benefactor who saved the young people in the whole town appeared, just under the small platform under the shopkeeper Sun, a blind old man with white hair and waist, from the small pavilion of the inn, was supported by the guy, the old man looked like he had entered the twilight of his life, but his spirit was still the same, a white robe was spotless, and the guqin behind him was wrapped in oilcloth, I am afraid that it would fall into a trace of dust.

The old man looked kind, and with the support of the guy, he slowly sat on the small platform, took out the guqin behind him and put it in front of the table, stroked the strings with both hands, and said slowly: " I couldn't bear to see the child enlist in the army, the old man was good at making decisions, my master once told me that I was in the world, there should be the world in my heart, the old man didn't understand these big truths, but I had no ability, how could I watch the child go to death, so I volunteered to enlist, and the battlefield was also considered to have made some contributions, although the eye was pierced by a sharp arrow, but the king of Wei was reluctant, so he did a musician in the palace for many years, and now he is old, Tern allowed me to tell the old man to return to his hometown, and the old man will build a school in the town tomorrow, which is also considered to be doing something for his hometown. ”

After the blind old man finished speaking, there was applause from the bottom, and the sound of applause was continuous, Junliang and Zhuang Qiu also gave a standing ovation on the seat, only Bai whispered unmoved.

"In the first battle of Baibi Mountain, the Wei army was stationed in the city for four days, and there were only 2,000 soldiers left in the city, my strings were broken, and my eyes were also blinded by the Chu army, and I could only hear the wailing of the city, and the wounded soldiers filled the entire Baibi City. I only hate that I am not good at learning, I can't pass on my master to my skills, I learned thoroughly, this time I want to return to my hometown for the rest of my life, all the things I have learned are given to others, I only hope that there will be no more wars in the world, and I also wish everyone in Kyushu to share peace. ”

After the blind old man finished speaking word by word, his fingers slowly plucked the strings, and the sound of the seven-string guqin was simple, like the sound of the nine heavens hanging in the sky, and everyone in the inn listened to it as if they were fascinated. The sound of the piano is sometimes tactful, like a show bird flying lightly, wandering among the mountains and forests. Instead, if the waterfall cascades down, the majestic atmosphere resonates with the heart.

Jun Liang only felt that the Mingtai in his mind was clear, and unconsciously sat cross-legged on the chair and put his hands on his knees. Zhuang Qiu was also fascinated by what he heard, but seeing that Junliang's state was not right, he turned to hold the hilt of the knife with his right hand and make a defensive gesture.

Bai whispered and masked with white veils and couldn't see his expression, but his eyes were hazy, and he was wandering out of the world, as if he was stuck in a memory and couldn't extricate himself.

Jun Liang is like an old monk at this moment, the true qi in his body is like a silk thread entangled, and a momentum of returning to the basics appears on Jun Liang's body, Zhuang Qiu is overjoyed when he sees this, this is a sign of entering the transformation realm, and the weapon in his hand is grasped more tightly.

On the platform in the middle of the passenger station, the blind old man's hands plucked the strings, as if they trembled slightly, tilted his head slightly in the direction of Junliang, smiled thoughtfully, and continued to play the strings in his hands, but there were more sounds, and ordinary people couldn't understand things. If one looks directly above the inn, in the center of the inn, there are circles and circles of ripples around the inn, spreading out in a circle.

At this moment, it is already night, the wet fog around the town, is dispersed by this arc-shaped sound wave, like a stream of green smoke drifting into the distance, the town at this moment is extremely quiet, both the old people and children are quietly listening to the sound of the piano from the small inn, the horse who was still eating sweet grass in the manger, also raised his head at this moment, the horse's eyes are full of enjoyment, as if thinking of the most delicious grass eaten many years ago.

Jun Liang knees cross-legged on the chair, his soul seems to be wandering out of the world, in the ears of others like the sound of the sound of the piano, to his ears, more like a flood beast, let him fall into the past, he is like an outsider, looking at his first half of life in the illusion.

It was a dark night, towering under the Mingtai Mountain, there were two black shadows, unable to see their faces, lingering in the town below the mountain for a long time, and finally left gloomily, a child wrapped in a gray blanket, was abandoned in front of the broken temple in the town, the child let out a dream, as if he was still having a beautiful dream, and after a long time, I don't know if it was because the cold night was too cold, or the darkness shrouded the child's surroundings, the child woke up, revealing black innocent eyes, looking at the bright moon in the sky.

I don't know how long it took, a wild cat that came from nowhere, looked at the gray swaddling clothes, as if it had found unbeatable food, walked back and forth around the swaddling clothes, and finally it pounced on it with hunger, and Junliang, who was standing next to the swaddling clothes, hurriedly stopped, but the hand was passed through by the wild cat like transparent, Junliang stood in place and froze, as if thinking about why this happened, a child's cry woke Junliang from his stunned mind, and the wild cat under his feet was also frightened and fled.

The child cried incessantly, and the neighbors around him were also awakened, and the lights were lit one by one, and the people closest to the town walked over with torches in their hands and followed the crying, and slowly more and more people came, and for a while the children seemed to have discovered something magical, and they stopped crying, and were looking at the people above them. Most of the people who came Jun Liang knew him, but there were many who were not very familiar with it, and he hadn't even seen it, and Jun Liang seemed to know where he was and who the child under his feet was. Seventeen years ago, in Wangshan Town, the child was Junliang.

The people who came around along with the cry, standing in front of the broken temple, all were silent, Kyushu has been in war for many years, even a remote town like Wangshan Town, it has also been affected, the government pays more taxes year by year, and the annual conscription into the army has made this town more than half of the wealthy, it has made it worse, even if you see an abandoned child, even if you have compassion in your heart, you can't do the things of the Buddha, this year, your own family, can not be hungry, it is already a very good thing.

With torches in their hands, they looked at the infant child on the ground, with long hair and round eyes looking at the people around them, and muttering "Mo" Two words, not like just born, at this moment everyone suddenly gave way to a road, a respected old man in the town, walked close to pick up the child, patted the swaddling clothes in his hands, the surrounding people also surrounded them, looking at the old man holding the child in his hand, wrapped in the child's swaddling clothes can be seen, the child is not like a country person, because although the town is not rich, but there is no shortage of knowledgeable people, but the embroidery embroidered on the swaddling clothes, the people around can not see the clue, and even the style that has not been seen.

The old man held the child and looked at the surrounding neighborhood, which means that no one is willing to claim the child, which direction the old man looks at, which direction of the people are taking a step back, the old man shook his head, holding the child step by step into the town, Junliang followed in the footsteps of the old man, just when the old man picked up the child, Junliang saw a small white package in the swaddling clothes, the old man may not be able to see clearly because of his age, but many people around him have seen it, and the different color in his eyes is also seen by Junliang.

Follow the old man to his home, the old man Junliang has not seen before, even when he was in the town, no one mentioned that he had been taken back to his home, when he was sensible, he only knew that the steward of the only inn in Wangshan Town, once said that when Junliang was abandoned, he could already walk, Junliang at that time, every day was busy for food and clothing, for his own life experience, Junliang only wrongfully abandoned his parents, and did not suspect anything, since he was a child, he was lonely and miserable, and could only rely on begging to live, even if it was a tragic fate, Junliang also maintained an optimistic heart。

But a song like a fairy sound, it is a breakthrough in the realm, the origin is true, dreaming back to the past, full of flaws, Junliang now just thinks, look at the old man after he brought himself home, now Junliang wants to know, and I also want to know if there is something in the small package in the swaddling clothes that can prove his life experience.

In previous years, all kinds of memories no longer exist, and they still exist, and everything that the eyes see seems to be sealed in the brain, and a big lock has been put on, and the locked box has been accidentally opened, and the past is like a new experience.

The old man put the child on the bed, Junliang stood in front of the bed, next door is the only inn in the town, just in the crowd Junliang also saw, the young steward, the old man's family is quite rich, the old man slowly walked to the stove, added two charcoal fires, the small room after a while, the temperature rose, the charcoal fire and the faint candlelight, the whole room was red, the child seemed to be hungry, crying endlessly.

The old man bent down with difficulty, picked up a bulky iron pot with both hands, put it on the charcoal fire, and where the stove and the iron pot touched, there were three small stones of general size, so that they could be better heated, scooped two spoonfuls of water from the wooden barrel, poured them into the pot, and took out the rice bag from the cabinet, took a handful and added it to the pot, the old man thought about it and took out a small handful, put it in the pot and covered it.

The temperature in the room was still increasing, the water vapor kept coming out of the pot, the old man held the crying child in one hand, and gently stirred the porridge in the pot with a spoon, the child seemed to smell the fragrance, and gradually stopped crying, one old and one small stared at the small eyes.

Junliang stood aside with a trace of tears in his eyes, this should be his life-saving benefactor, but I don't know where he is now, why he hasn't seen him since he can remember, just when Junliang was thinking, the surrounding environment was like heaven and earth upside down, and the strong dizziness made Junliang have to close his eyes, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a toddler walking in the old man's small courtyard, the old man was sitting on the threshold, leaning against the door frame, with a smile on his face.

The child seems to have just learned to walk, and after walking for a while, he seems to be tired, stretching out his hands to the old man, looking at the meaning, as if he wants the old man to hug, the old man's wrinkled face blooms with a smile, slowly gets up and picks up the child, and speaks in his mouth, but Junliang, who is standing next to him, can't hear it clearly no matter what, he can only look at the expressions of the grandfather and grandson, and he was very happy at that time.

At this moment, a group of people suddenly came in outside the door, Junliang looked over, it was the neighbors of Wangshan Town, and the leader was the inn's Wang Gui steward, pointing at the grandfather and grandson, Junliang looked at the neighbors he once knew, like a group of hungry wolves, with sharp teeth, looking at the grandfather and grandson like lambs, the old man stretched out his trembling hand and pointed at Wang Gui, the words in his mouth Junliang couldn't hear clearly, but the old man's hand holding the child tighter.

Wang Gui was pointed at by the old man, his eyes were a little flustered in an instant, but in an instant he returned to a vicious face, pointing at the old man and talking and kept talking, while talking and looking at the people behind him, everyone behind him also pointed at the old man and kept saying, the child who was held by the old man had never seen such a scene, and instantly cried, the old man looked at the child, his eyes were full of unbearable color, and after a while, the old body blocking the door turned around and moved away, and his palm kept stroking the crying child.

Wang Gui saw that the old man got out of the way, with a wave of his hand, everyone broke into the old man's house, Junliang also followed, he wanted to see what would make these, in his memory to him good neighbors, treat an old man like this, everyone entered the house and began to rummage through the cabinet, Junliang saw Wang Gui in the bedside cabinet, turned out a gray swaddling clothes, took advantage of the fact that everyone was not paying attention, put a small yellow package on the swaddling clothes, put it into the chest, and carried the swaddling clothes to everyone I don't know what to say, it seems that everyone is very excited。

Wang Gui walked out of the house with swaddling clothes, fell to the ground, pointed at the old man as if he was questioning something, the people in the yard also followed Wang Gui to point to the old man, the old man held the child, closed his eyes and shook his head, there seemed to be a muddy tear on the old man's face, dripping on the child's hand, the child raised his eyes to look at the old man, very sensible stretched out his hands to wipe the tears for the old man, and said in his mouth, although he couldn't hear what it was, but looking at the child's simple mouth shape, Junliang was like a thunderbolt in the nine heavens, and the child said exactly "Grandpa doesn't cry!"

Junliang once thought that for seventeen years, he was alone and miserable, struggling to survive in this world, never thought that when he was a child, there was an old man who raised him, and he once called him grandfather, Junliang covered his heart in pain, but his hand was like passing through his body, without a heart, where did he come from the heartache.

Jun Liang also shouted, stopping the people who were getting closer and closer to the old man, and their eyes were becoming more and more vicious, but he was like air, passed by the crazy people.

After a panic, only the grandfather and grandson were left in the small courtyard, and Junliang who was in a daze on the side, the old man lay on the ground panting heavily, looking at the crying child, his eyes showed reluctance, but the old body, no longer able to stand up, the child crawled in front of the old man, shaking the old man desperately, tears in his eyes like silk threads poured on the old man, the old man stretched out his trembling palm, stroked the child's head, his eyes were kind, and he slowly said a few words, Jun Liang stood beside him with a painful heart, with his back to the grandfather and grandson, he was afraid, afraid that this was true, afraid that the old man would die, and this life would be desolate, Junliang has never been afraid of anything, until this moment, he is really afraid.

But even in fear, in the heart of unwillingness, what should come will always come, what should go will always go, the old man died, with regret, with love for the child, but also with hatred for the neighbors in the town, leaving only the child, the child opened his mouth wide and looked at the sky, there was no sound, everything was so quiet, and finally the child fainted.

Junliang stood in the courtyard, his heart seemed to be torn apart, the dead old man, and the child who fainted in the yard, he couldn't do anything, he could only experience everything he had experienced, I don't know how long it had been, someone came to the door, it was Wang Gui, seeing the dead old man on the ground, Wang Gui's eyes flashed a trace of unbearable, but in a blink of an eye, it disappeared, walked to the old man's approach, shouted loudly, and after a while, the courtyard was full of people, and everyone had the same look on their faces, fear, panic, After a while, everyone carried the old man's body out of the town, and buried the old man hastily under the pine tree where Junliang once hid his sword.

Back to the courtyard, looking at the child who was still unconscious on the ground, everyone discussed, Junliang stood next to him and couldn't hear any words, only saw someone gestured with both hands, made a pinch, Wang Gui shook his head, and after a while, his right hand made a fist on his palm, as if he had made a very big decision, and discussed with everyone for a while, I don't know how long it took, everyone retreated, only Wang Gui and the unconscious child were left in the courtyard, Wang Gui picked up the child, walked to the broken temple at the entrance of the town, threw it in the broken temple, and still did not forget when he went out, and bowed to the broken temple。

Everything is settled, since then there is one more in the town, there are stupid little beggars begging everywhere, there are more neighbors in the town who know some things, but pretend not to know, everyone seems to deliberately forget some things that have happened, when they see the little beggar, they all pretend to be kind, give some food, but do not dare to get too close, Junliang recognized many people, all of them were people who appeared in that small courtyard, Junliang desperately remembered the appearance of everyone, they killed the only old man who loved him in this world。

The surrounding environment seems to be a rapid passage of time, everything since then, most of Junliang has already known, seventeen years of beggar career, look at it again, in addition to loneliness, or loneliness, begging everywhere during the day, staying in dilapidated temples at night, mosquito bites in the scorching heat, shivering in the cold and freezing in sleep, the most rare is when the rain pours, in the main hall of the broken temple, like a small river flowing, wet and cold drill heart, the little beggar ran outside the house countless times, let the rain from the sky pour on the body, washing the young body.

It was a windy night, a carriage came at the intersection of the town, the little beggar was still asleep, but Junliang who was standing in front of the broken temple saw it, the old servant who was driving the car, helped down two black-clothed figures from the car, and visited one by one, but most of the people shook their heads, Junliang looked at the three strangers at this time, and the anger in his heart seemed to be burning to the extreme, the two black-clothed figures were the people who abandoned him at the entrance of the town, but what could he do, Junliang desperately ran to the broken temple, looked at the little beggar who was still asleep, and tried all means to wake him up, but let Junliang work hard, the little beggar was still unmoved。

Jun Liang was deflated, he slowly walked to the two black-clothed figures, but he couldn't see their faces clearly, and finally the three strangers, after some fruitlessness, left disappointed.