"Now, I don't feel the cold. Is it the reason why I became a cultivator? It's weird... What about you?"

An Sheng exhaled, looked at the white mist rising in the snow, smiled, raised his arm, and looked at Yin Ziqing, who was unconscious on his back, "When will you wake up......

Looking up, the snowflakes fell like goose feathers, but An Sheng didn't feel the cold at all.

Outside the alleyway, there is a tidal wave of people, walking on the street, shouting and all kinds of noise.

An Sheng looked at the few children who were running past, and his eyes rose with a look of yearning, and he couldn't help but smile.

"Well, you know what? When I was a kid, I wanted to be like those kids......"

An Sheng carried Yin Ziqing on his back, slowed down, and walked in the alley, staring at the footprints he had taken.

An Sheng stopped and said softly, "Can you listen to my story? If you don't refuse, I'll take you by default." ”

After a few breaths, Yin Ziqing was still lying on his back and did not move.

"Well, I'll just take you by default. Seeing this, An Sheng nodded with satisfaction.

......

"I'm afraid that the fruit on the mountain will be ripe at this time, when will I go and pick some and come back for dry food?"

"That's going to be useful to us, and those restless monkey cubs will naturally run to get a few baskets back. ”

"That's right. ”

The woman who was sitting on a rock by the river washing the clothes in the basket nodded, looking about twenty years old, and her head was covered with beads of sweat, so that she couldn't help but wipe her sleeves a little.

The woman on the other side was dressed in yellow, with a helpless smile, her hands did not stop, rubbing her clothes, and complained: "Ah Qing, tell me, let's get up early and go to bed late every day, isn't it harder than anyone else, taking care of those monkey cubs is more tiring than catching wild boars." ”

"Poof, let your man catch it. ”

An Qing said with a smile, twisting the water of her clothes with her hands, and her slender and white hands looked out of place with the thick calluses covered by her palms.

"Hey, the old lady was blind at the beginning, she found such a bastard thing, she drank every day and didn't have a proper shape, and from time to time she went up to get some runaways, and she took it to drink with his dog friends, and the child didn't know how to take care of it......"

The woman in yellow chattered and complained, and An Qing listened quietly with a smile.

The woman in yellow is named Yao Qing, who is a generation older than An Qing, and she is a neighbor, and the two have a close relationship.

"Tell me, isn't it......"

Yao Qingzheng showed a look of disdain and complained about her husband, suddenly stopped, bowed her mouth towards the river, and said, "Alas, Aqing, look over there, what is that?"

"Huh?"

An Qing turned around to see that the river was still flowing slowly, but it brought down a wooden basin.

The two immediately stood up and trotted over.

An Qing grabbed the edge of the wooden basin, pulled it up, and lifted the red cloth covering it.

"Ah, why is there a baby. ”

Yao Qing saw the scene inside and said in surprise.

Lifting the cloth, there was a delicately woven bamboo basket in the wooden basin, and inside was a squinting child, wrapped in a white cloth.

An Qing looked at the child in front of him, who looked like he was about one or two years old, and his crystal eyes blinked at him, as if he was talking silently.

An Qing couldn't help but be amused by such a cute appearance, wiped the water stains off her body with her palm, and stretched out a finger to tap on the child's cheek.

"Hee-hee-hee-hee......-hee," the child looked at An Qing and laughed.

"Well, don't you happen to have no children? Yao Qing patted An Qing's shoulder and said, thinking to herself: "Wait for you to try it too, what is it like to have a child." ”

"I don't know whose child this is......

An Qing looked at the child's cute appearance, and was happy in her heart, but she thought of the child's parents.

Yao Qing pouted, "This river is open to the outside world, do you still want to go out of the countryside? Besides, this is clearly an abandoned baby, who has nothing to do and wants to put their children in a wooden basin to float and play?"

Touching the child's face with his fingertips, it was delicate and soft, white and red, An Qing had two blush on his face, and immediately gently picked up the child from the basket with both arms and took him into his arms.

Then he looked at Yao Qing, his eyes rolled, and he turned around and trotted away with the child in his arms.

"Look at it, rejoicing like this. ”

Yao Qing sighed a few times, looked at An Qing's departing back with some disdain, and silently walked to the side, picking up the clothes basket that he and An Qing had left behind.

In another place, in a wooden house, an elderly lady is holding three sticks of incense, lighting the incense stick, slowly inserting it into the incense offering on the altar, clasping her hands together, and chanting words in her mouth.

The incense mist rises and fills the air.

The whole room was instantly filled with psychedelic fragrances, and the incense mist seemed to have spirituality, flowing in the same direction, constantly condensing into various forms.

Or turn into a sturdy elk, or a bird soaring in the fog, or a fog butterfly flapping its wings......

"Bang!"

The closed door was pushed open suddenly, and the loud noise stopped the constant movement of the old lady's hands, and the fog immediately lost control and rushed towards the door.

"An Qing, what's the matter with you!"

The old lady scolded, walked to the side angrily, picked up the wooden staff placed in the corner of the wall, and raised it to point at An Qing at the door.

"Don't Don't ......"

An Qing said in a panic, lifted the child in her arms in front of her, thought about it, and felt that something was wrong, and then turned around and protected the child in her arms, turned her back to the old lady, and said aggrievedly:

"You beat, beat me to death, then your flesh and blood will be gone, woo woo woo ......"

"Shut up for me!" The old lady walked over in small steps, took the wooden staff in her hand and knocked it on An Qing's head more than a dozen times, "What flesh and bones do you have, what do you hold in your arms?"

"Oops, hey, hey......" An Qing originally shouted miserably, but after hearing the old lady's words, she turned around with joy on her face and put the child in her arms in front of the old lady, "No, this will be your grandson from now on... Grandson?"

An Qing leaned over with one hand, slowly lifted the white cloth wrapped in the child, glanced at it, and grinned: "Granddaughter, granddaughter!"

The child blinked his crystal eyes, puffed out his cheeks, and patted An Qing's palm with his delicate fleshy little hands.

The old lady glared at An Qing, "Whose child are you hugging? If you want someone to marry, you won't want to rob other people's children all day long!"

"It's not someone else's, it's mine... Hmmm! What I picked up is mine!"