After asking for some sacrificial burning paper in the cottage, Xing Zhen walked to a remote and open hill with his bags on his back, away from dry trees and weeds, and squatted down to clear the snow behind him.

Lighting two piles of burning paper, facing the direction of Qingyang Mountain, the swarthy boy rose and fell twice and bowed twice, and kowtowed three times each time.

The mouth kept thinking in pieces: "My mother is fine, and it is inconvenient for my son to go back to worship when he is far away." Looking at my hometown from afar, I greet my mother. “

"Burned two piles of yellow paper, if you are with your father, remember to collect them together. If your father is still alive, you will take it yourself. ”

Then he turned around and knelt down to another pile of burning yellow paper and thought: "Father, don't be surprised, I really hope you are still alive." It's just that he hasn't come to me, and I really don't know the bottom of my heart. ”

"The child knows about some of his mother's past, knows that there is a damn old man, and knows about the existence of an army of more than 100,000 people. ”

"Father, if you don't fight them again, if so, you must hold on. Waiting for the child to grow up and fight side by side with the father. Revenge for your mother. ”

"Father and mother, you must bless the child and become stronger as soon as possible. Qualified to know more secrets, to be able to follow in your footsteps. ”

Xing Zhen sat alone on the mountain, telling the details of the cottage alone.

"The child can feel the kindness of the cottage people to the child. Really good for kids, believe it or not, they just got me new clothes. ”

After speaking, Xingzhen took off his tattered clothes in the ice and snow. Put on brand new clothes, turn in circles, and admire the handsome punishment for your parents.

"That's right, and the cotton robe that Mr. Su gave me, which is also very beautiful. ”

In this way, Xing Zhen muttered while changing clothes: "There is a careless Grandpa Pang in the cottage, and the child saw with his own eyes that it was Aunt Xiliu who was sent to him by his old man." ”

"I have to mention Aunt Xiliu, who is hard-mouthed and soft-hearted, and Aunt Yuru, who has a good temper and a good woman. Grandpa Yang, who smokes a big cigarette pouch and pot all day long, and has been secretly observing children. ”

"And there is also Grandpa Guan, who is loyal to his mother. ”

The young man was alone, talking to the air alone for more than an hour, and with the way to run the mountain, a morning had passed quietly.

Xing Zhen didn't stop and rushed to the next place to worship. The grave of the veteran Guan Zheng is not far from here. This is also the reason why Xing Zhen chose to burn paper on this mountain.

Someone had come to Guan Zheng's grave in advance, and the grave was pressed with brand new yellow paper. Xing Zhen didn't mind, and added a few more pieces of yellow paper to press on the grave.

The rest was burned in front of the grave. The boy knelt, there was no so-called young master posture, only a grandson's filial piety to his grandfather.

It was another broken thought, and finally I went down the mountain while practicing boxing, and I kept muttering: "I want to be stronger, I want to know more, I want to be able to fight side by side with my parents." “

When I returned to the cottage, it was already twilight. The cottage is lively and lively, and the smell of wine is overflowing with meat. Prepare for the Chinese New Year's Eve vigil.

It seems that everyone is ready, and when they see Xingzhen, they will give a red envelope. A few copper plates, not much money, but wrapped in everyone's mind.

Originally, the red envelopes were sent on the first day of the Lunar New Year, and adults were worried that their children's vigil would be too late. Prepare for a good night's sleep.

When I returned to my cabin, I found two uninvited little ones, lying on the bed and counting copper plates.

Seeing that Xingzhen came back, the two little guys began to show up again. When he saw Xing Zhen holding a handful of red envelopes, he immediately cried and shouted as he did when he was wearing clothes.

Poor Xingzhen's bed, tossed and messed up by these two little guys. The person concerned was not aware at all, and had to grab the sheet from time to time to wipe his tears.

Xing Zhen was angry and laughed, divided half of the red envelope and threw it on the bed, and said, "You two divide it equally, this time your heart is balanced, right?"

The little waiter and the little thing immediately burst into tears and laughed, and hugged each other. Where can we take care of what is evenly divided, and whoever catches more is counted. The result is naturally that the little servant deliberately gave in, and the little things were caught more.

The little girl smiled happily, and the tiger-headed little servant was secretly happy in her heart. The good times didn't come true, and the two little guys got a little carried away with the benefits. invariably stared at the remaining red envelopes in Xing Zhen's hand.

The latter hurriedly hid the red envelope behind him, and threatened with a cold face: "Don't even think about it, I'm going to use this money to invite Yu Lao to eat hot pot." What you owe to others will have to be repaid sooner or later. ”

Although the cottage was lit up, there was not a single firecracker. Even though the servants and things pleaded hard, the adults still hardened their hearts and resolutely opposed it.

There is no way to do it, a cottage of more than 200 people. In the endless Shuibo Mountain, it is a dispensable existence.

It is said that there are thousands of bandit gangs in Shuibo Mountain, and the top few exist in the scale of nearly 10,000 people. It seems that it can be compared to the army stationed on one side.

There are as few as 180 people, regardless of the fact that there are not many small mountain bandits. In the cottage where Xingzhen is located, more than 200 people belong to the kind of weak leader, the leg of mutton in the eyes of the powerful cottage.

The big cottage can set off fireworks without scruples, and let the colorful brilliance fly all over the sky. The cottage where Xingzhen is located is not good, and the fireworks that fly into the sky are indeed good-looking, and at the same time, the location of the cottage will be exposed.

Being discovered by someone with a heart will inevitably cause unnecessary trouble. Therefore, the cottage will not let go of the matter of fireworks and firecrackers.

There is no sound of firecrackers, but it does not affect the hustle and bustle in the cottage. Everyone gathered together, a group of elderly mountain bandits, eating meat and drinking in large chunks.

Even if you are usually frugal, such a day will never be ambiguous. There should be pomp and circumstance, and the atmosphere should be hot.

Xing Zhen, the little servant and the little thing were pulled into the adult's table. As they eat together, they eat together.

Aunt Xiliu said: "Today's day is special and there are no outsiders, so there is no need to pay attention to some bullshit rules." Sitting together lively, a few of you little ones who want to drink just open your mouth, make an exception today. ”

The words of the front were unanimously approved, and when they heard the back, the heads of the three little ones shook non-stop.

Xing Zhen looked around and asked, "Aunt Xiliu, Pang Lao, Yang Lao, Uncle Kuishan, Uncle Qu Cheng, Uncle Yan Sui, Uncle Zheng Yelang, Bao Laodi, Ji Dacheng, and Uncle Wencheng and Uncle Mingfu, why aren't they here?"

"Didn't you say that it was a regimental meal, did these people go down the mountain?"

Xiliu pointed out that the punishment was really laughing: "You little guy, you are very careful. They have adult things to do, and you're going to worry about it. ”

Seeing the confusion on Xing Zhen's face, Bu Yuru explained with a smile: "Sister Xiliu, don't sell Guanzi, it's not a secret. There are always people patrolling the cottage, and these people are scattered to guard them. ”

"When someone has eaten and drunk well, he will naturally go back and replace them. ”

"I'm going to patrol outside, too, and I'm going to have to do something here. As he spoke, Xingzhen had already stood up and wanted to go outside.

As a result, Aunt Xiliu grabbed it, grabbed a chicken leg and stuffed it directly into Zhenzhen's mouth.

"Eat your food in peace, no one in the cottage will find fault with you. ”

Before the sentence could be refuted, the boy was pushed back to his seat by the woman. When the patrol officers were replaced, a group of elderly mountain bandits were just drinking and enjoying the meat.

Pang Lao and Jin Lao moved from table to table with wine glasses. All kinds of toasts, all kinds of auspicious words.

Old man Yang seemed to be unhappy, looking at a group of elderly old men. The temperament was so low that he couldn't do it, and he sighed after taking a puff of dry smoke: "The scenery under the mountain is good, and the mountains are undulating and the willows are thin." Walking and twisting, looking at how comfortable it is. ”

Zheng Yelang came to Old Man Yang's side and said with a big grin: "Brother, what do you want?" “

Old man Yang did not shy away from it: "What do you say, I will think whatever you want." Then he turned his head and looked down the mountain.

Zheng Yelang showed an expression of "I understand", and then rubbed it in his arms for a while, and groped out two villain books.

Old man Yang's eyes were glowing with gold, and he threw the cigarette bag and pot on the dining table with a snap. A pair of veteran hands were swift and precise, grabbing the two villain books of the fairy fight.

Zheng Yelang's speed was not slow, and he snatched back a copy under the claws of the devil, and said stupidly: "Brother Yang, you don't have to bring this." Be careful that you don't have a share of such a good thing next time. ”

Old man Yang grabbed a copy, full of reluctance: "Tell me, where did you do it." Why don't you get a few more copies back. ”

Zheng Yelang whispered in his ear: "Last time I went to Shanliang County to buy books for Xingzhen and them, I saw it in the bookstore. There are only two copies left in the damn bookstore, and I've got them. ”

"I told the bookstore manager that I would have a few more copies of this kind of book. Guaranteed to buy as much as you want. ”

Old man Yang tilted his head and looked at Zheng Yelang fixedly.

The latter instantly understood: "Brother Yang, rest assured, the money is my own, and there is no embezzlement of copycat public funds." Our brothers are measured and will not do that kind of thing that violates their conscience. ”

Old man Yang was relieved, picked up the cigarette bag and pot he had just thrown out, took a puff, and began to read the villain book by himself.

Zheng Yelang muttered very dissatisfiedly: "I kindly brought a copy to my brother, but I was actually suspected." You won't have a share next time. ”

Old man Yang immediately put down the book and cigarette pouch and pot, picked up two wine bowls and flattered and smiled: "Brother Zheng is right, it is right to be blessed and enjoy hardships together." This kind of feasting the eyes is a long needle eye when a person eats alone. ”

"Damn, you're still cursing me, you old immortal guy, your mouth makes the cigarette bag and pot stink, right?"

"Don't, don't, no malice. In the future, I will call you brother, and you will call me brother Yang. If you have this kind of fairy book, don't forget to have a copy of my brother. ”

Zheng Yelang pouted and said, "It's pretty much the same, even if I didn't feel sorry for Brother Yang in vain." ”

After that, he took the wine bowl in Old Man Yang's hand, and the two drank it all after touching each other. Then they each buried their heads in the fairy fight in the villain book.

There are different hobbies in the cottage, and of course there are different circles. After coming back, after three mouthfuls and two mouthfuls, the people at the table couldn't wait to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

One by one, their drunken legs swayed from side to side, staring at the dice in front of them were indeed blazing. It is unknown whether the number of points will be opened, but the atmosphere is definitely high.

It's not a big game, it's happy to win, and it's not disappointed when you lose, it's nothing more than a fun and fun atmosphere. Besides, this group of single older people have no place to go in this lonely cottage if they want to spend money. Therefore, in the eyes of everyone, silver is not regarded as a treasure like the common people.

Of course, there are also those who don't like villain books and don't like to play dice. For example, Qu Cheng and Ji Dacheng, these two generations of adults are dedicated to drinking wine and eating meat.

After Xing Zhen was full, he looked at the scenes in front of him, happy for them, and felt lonely. Still can't really fit into this circle, or more understanding.

The helpless young man played a boxing style alone and slowly walked into the night.