It rained for three days, and the rain and fog were shrouded in fog, and the bluestone bricks on the town's roads were shiny with the wipers. Drops of rain fell down the eaves and fell on the yellow mud floor, accumulating over time, dripping through the incomparably hard stones.

This is a dilapidated temple of the City God.

There are a few lines of handwriting on the yellowed walls, but most of them are incomplete, and it can be vaguely seen that they should be the names of the various large families or businessmen who raised money to build this temple of the city god.

You can imagine how incense was at its peak at that time, and there was an endless stream of people who came to worship here.

Nowadays, it is overgrown with weeds, and rats are coming out from time to time. Because of the sturdy building, it is also a good place to shelter from the wind and rain. At nightfall, there are many homeless and wandering people begging.

Since no one has been cleaning for a long time, the air is also mixed with the smell of sweat and other foul smells from unknown sources. Turf grabbing and food grabbing happen from time to time, and the people around them have long been surprised.

Outside, there was another thunderclap. The people inside huddled in the corner, motionless, wrapped in straw as a quilt, and slept on the spot. Among them was a little beggar who was held in the arms of his own family, and it was stormy outside, and the thunder was roaring, and he really couldn't sleep, blinking his little black eyes, staring at a person lying on the ground not far in front of him.

I heard A-Niang say where this person was lying a few days ago. He was chased and killed by a group of people before fleeing here.

The uncles didn't dare to touch him, for fear of offending people, and when they found him, he had already had a breath left, and the valuable things on his body had been looted by others. Just leave him there, life or death. Because in today's troubled times, it is already very good to be able to protect yourself from starving to death on the streets, how can there be other idle efforts to care about the life and death of others.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but I got used to the dark little eyes, and found that the person lying on the ground seemed to move. Shrinking his body, the little beggar closed his eyes in fright, and quickly pretended to be asleep, almost holding his breath, and could clearly hear the sound of his heart ringing like gongs and drums.

In addition to the sound of rain, I don't know if it's psychological, but I always feel that the sound of the branches on the ground breaking, and that person is up. And then step by step towards yourself...... In the end, I thought that the storyteller would eat and wipe himself clean, and there would be no bones left, and the more I thought about it, the more scared I became......

Thinking wildly in my head, I feel like something is leaning over, this and this...... Isn't this just a corpse?

I couldn't stand the fear and opened my eyes again. Because I've been holding my breath for too long, I'm gasping for breath now. The man was lying on the ground and did not come.

Just breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, a strong wind blew in outside, and the canvas hanging from the red pillar was blown down, and fell to the ground with a thud, just over the man's body.

The thunder roared again. The trees outside were bent by the wind, and the little beggar moved down again, sobbing his throat, not daring to look any further.

The roof tiles had fallen into disrepair, and rainwater had seeped through the cracks. It gathered into a chubby droplet, and then from top to bottom, just dripping right on the chapped lips. Drop by drop, drop by drop.

When you are conscious, you are no longer confused, and your body is heavy and weak. He opened his eyes slightly and glanced around, and was hit by a ferocious feeling of vertigo, and then closed his eyes uncomfortably.

I tried to move my fingers, first the little finger of my left hand, then my middle finger, and then my index finger......

Finally, the entire phalanx of the right hand can be clenched into a fist.

The rain had stopped, but the wind was still rustling outside. In the second half of the night, the temperature gradually rises, and the mountains in the distance reveal the fish white, and the red day is gradually revealed.

The bearded young man got up, rubbed his eyes, stretched a big stretch, and then probably wanted to find a place to relieve himself. In a daze, his heel seemed to touch something, and he almost threw himself forward and fell into a dog to eat.

Fortunately, he was picked up in time. His face stopped close to the ground, and a cold sweat broke out.

I just wanted to say thank you, but suddenly the person behind me let go and made close contact with the floor.

"I'll you grandma, who's you!" scolded and scolded, but when he turned his head to look, he was stunned for a second. A delicate and warm face, a black hair that reaches vertically to the waist, and the eyebrows and eyes are smart. At this moment, he also happened to look at himself.

That's right, she is Cui Dongdong, but she seems to have forgotten her name and her past, pure white as a blank piece of paper.

Not long after, up and down in the City God's Temple, even the old and the young, surrounded the person who had slept for a few days and nights and then miraculously woke up, chattering and discussing, so lively.

But when someone asked him where he lived and who his surname was, the young man looked dazed, only shook his head, and said that he didn't remember anything.

This man is not an ordinary person, his hands are calloused, and he does not look like a person who often works. Fortunately, the fabric worn on the body has not been completely stripped off, but the material is also extremely high-quality, I think it should be the children of rich and noble families, and the life is extremely good.

After a while, they discussed it, donated some of the food they had hidden, cleaned it and brought it to him. Later, I will ask someone to go to the town to inquire, but there is any noble young master or son who is lost.

Looking at the courteous appearance of these people, he knew that it was difficult to be gracious, but he was not hungry and had no appetite.

I had a headache, and finally I simply distributed the food to the child next to me who had been eating the food in front of me, and said, "Let's eat it for you." ”

The child involuntarily wanted to take it, but was scolded by the adult, and withdrew his hand stupidly, still staring at it.

"The child just ate and doesn't need anything, son, you can eat. The woman laughed.

The woman's eyes were deep-set, her face was sallow, and she often missed the next meal, and she looked like she was malnourished.

Soon, the beggar with a cane outside the door limped and almost rushed in.

He gasped and muttered clearly, and finally poured a large well of water before he eased up, and said: "There are a large number of family members in the town, and it is said that the young master of his family is missing. I'll just say you can see if it's the one who lost this Lord, and now they're out there......"