The seventeenth year of the Jade Dragon of the Great Xia Kingdom.

Later people remembered that this year was a good year, there were no soldiers and no plagues, and the wife was peaceful.

But for some people, this year has experienced many twists and turns, even if she was just a child at that time.

Early summer morning.

There are sparse cars and horses on the road into Beijing, and occasionally a few donkey carts rush over, and most of them are to deliver vegetables to the city, and there are many vegetable farmers in the vicinity, who make a living by growing vegetables.

The person driving the vegetable cart looked at the two people walking on the road with some strangeness, it was a fat monk holding a six or seven-year-old child who was striding forward.

The morning sun stretched the shadows of the two through the thin morning mist, with a bit of funny.

The fat monk's gray cloth monk's robe was dusty, as if he had walked a long way.

The child hadn't woken up yet, pillowed on the monk's shoulder, closed his eyes and asked, "Uncle and grandpa, are we going home?" Is Grandma waiting for us at home? ”

The monk heard the sad look on his face, and said in a rough voice: "Let's not go back!" Uncle and grandpa will take you to a fun place. ”

"What about Grandma?" The child still asked.

"Your grandma went out to run errands, you are obedient, she will naturally come to you when the time comes." Even if the monk is a rough man, he really can't bear to tell the truth to the child.

"Is grandma's injury healed?" The child asked, "Has she taken any medicine?" Did you kill all the people who beat her? ”

"Okay, eat it, it's all dead." The monk said impatiently, feeling in his heart that letting a man coax a child is the second most torturous thing in the world, second only to marrying a wife: "Stop talking, beware of catkins flying into your mouth." ”

At this time, it is the season of flying willow catkins and poplars, and the so-called "spring breeze does not lift the ban on poplars, and the clouds are chaotic and fluttering on the pedestrians" is also.

The anxious monk caught a glimpse of someone staring at him, so he couldn't help but have a seizure, and shouted, "Look at what your Buddha is doing?!" Could it be that you want me to shave you?! ”

Although he was dressed as a monk, he was tall and reckless, and no matter how he looked at it, he looked like a thief who cut his hair and became a monk in desperation.

The driver did not dare to cause trouble, turned his face away, and urged the donkey pulling the cart to go quickly.

But the little boy was not afraid of the reckless monk at all, patted his bald head and said, "Uncle and grandfather, you have committed the reckless precept again!" When you turn around, you have to recite the Heart Sutra several times. ”

"Got it, got it! Stop being verbose! Otherwise, I'll leave you on the side of the road. The monk repeated what he had said many times.

The little one giggled and didn't pay attention at all.

After a halfway break, in the evening, the monk finally took the child to the capital of the Great Xia Kingdom. After nearly two months of trekking, three pairs of shoes were worn, and the hard work can be seen.

The two of them were already hungry, smelling the aroma of food wafting from the restaurant, and couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

The fat monk found a second meat shop, sat down, and ordered two sets of mutton soup flatbread loudly.

He eats one and a half sets for himself, leaving half a set for the child.

The hot mutton soup with flatbread can satisfy both hunger and hunger, and the price is not expensive.

After all, rich people don't eat haggis, they only like to eat roasted mutton, or mutton jade soup.

Although the monks are not allowed to touch meat, there are everyone in the capital, and he is not the only monk who eats meat, and he is from other places, so no one cares.

What's more, he didn't turn into a fate, but paid for it.

As night fell, the monk took the child to the most prosperous Chunchou River in Tiandu, which is the same as the two banks of the Qinhuai River, and is a place where dogs and horses indulge in pleasure.

"Good boy, just sit here and don't move, and when someone comes out, you can hand this letter in." The monk said as he put the child on the steps of the back door of a flower building and handed her a letter.

The cover was unsealed, and the money was not paid.

"Uncle and grandfather are monks, and they don't have much money on them, so I will give you all these copper plates, and keep them to buy baked cakes to eat." The monk sighed and said, "There is also this thing, don't take it off after putting it on." ”

After speaking, the monk took out an object from his arms, straightened the silk silk and carefully put it on the child's neck.

"Uncle, what is this?" The child asked, touching something around his neck.

"This is your lifeline, don't lose it, with it your grandma can find you, otherwise you will never see her again." The monk said, "Remember?!" ”

"Uncle and grandpa, don't you want me?" The child looked up at the monk.

"You are a girl, my uncle and grandfather can't take you all the time, not to mention that I am such a bastard, I am afraid that I will raise you into a little bastard, it is better to entrust you to a more reliable person," the monk said: "This person is my old friend, I swore with her when I was in decline, but then I became a monk, so I had to let go of my hands."

She is a rare strange woman, all women who enter the fireworks have a last resort, it is inevitable that they will be forced to laugh, or they will be dissatisfied with a long sigh, and they are more determined to find a good person to follow. But she is different, she is voluntary, so she is handy, and finally became the chief oiran of the nineteenth street and eighteen lanes of the capital. ”

The child is still young and does not know what fireworks are and what an Oiran is. But listening to the monk's smug tone must be a great person and thing, so he nodded while listening.

"By the way, memorize the tips I taught you again, don't forget." The monk said again.

The child memorized it word for word and asked him, "Uncle, can I kill so many people like you if I practice this well?" ”

"No," the monk shook his head, "but it can make you run fast enough when you meet bad guys, and it can be regarded as a self-defense technique." ”

"Uncle...... Grandpa"

"Okay, don't say it, my uncle and grandfather are leaving!" The monk scratched his bald head impatiently and said, "I can't let her see me like this." ”

Midnight.

The nephrite girl in the Chu Waist Pavilion was a little drunk, and found an excuse to escape from the wine table and go to the back door to breathe.

"These bastards know how to pour their mothers to death," Nephrite complained as she walked, "a bunch of desperate prisoners!" ”

The back door was closed, and a girl and a benefactor were leaning there talking, and when they saw Ruan Yu coming, they greeted him and walked away.

Nephrite pulled open the door, and was swept away by the night breeze, and the person suddenly sobered up a little.

As soon as he said "so cool", I saw a child sitting on the steps, his clothes were loose, his little face was dirty, his big eyes were dark and shiny, and he was not afraid of life when he saw people.

"Whose child are you? How did you get here? Where's your mom and dad? Nephrite asked the child.

"Are you good?" The child stood up and asked Nephrite, "Grandpa asked me to give this to you." ”

As he spoke, he handed over the letter.

Moments later------

"Aunt Yin'er---" Nephrite's voice singing the pipa was like a cracked silk, and it spread throughout the building: "Your private child has come to the door!" ”