There is such a grand scene in Kyoto today, I'm afraid you haven't seen it.

A group of little beggars walked in front of them, followed by a group of officials, followed by the mighty people, there are big events every year, this year is exceptionally many, the people are not surprised, just join in the fun, walk on the road to talk and laugh, not to take it seriously.

Hu Hansheng led Jing Ming to walk in front of him far away, a few feet away from the team behind him, Jing Ming followed him quietly, different from those chirping beggars.

He was a little curious, "Why did you become a beggar?" What about your family? ”

Jing Ming couldn't answer this question, it was a war, his home was gone, his father, mother, and sister were gone, and then he became a beggar.

The old beggar said, "Born in this troubled world, where did you come from!" ”

Born in this troubled world, some people have families, which is a kind of dependence, and some people are a burden, but he just has no family.

Seeing that the child was silent, Hu Hansheng didn't force him to ask, so he changed the topic, "The person who asked you to bring me a message, what is he like, how old is he?" Are you sick? ”

"I didn't ask you to break your promise, and I didn't ask you to tell me who he was, I just felt like an old friend of mine."

Jing Ming thought for a while, and found that what he said made sense, "He is a very good son, in good health, the same adults are different, he is always at ease." ”

After hearing this, Hu Hansheng's hand holding Jing Ming trembled slightly, and the strength in his hand was also used a little more, making his hands white and deformed.

Jing Ming turned his head to look, saw that he was quietly wiping his tears, and stopped.

Hu Hansheng stopped with him, and saw him take out a handkerchief in his arms and hand it to him, he was stunned, trembled and took it, his eyes were moist again, and his palm stroked his face, "You are very similar to him, very similar." ”

He looked at him as if he was looking at someone through him, and Jing Ming didn't bother him, he missed his father, mother, sister, and partner, and he always wanted to see their shadows in others.

It would also be great if this person could see others in him and send his thoughts on him.

Jing Ming led them all the way to the outskirts of South Street, along the way, Hu Hansheng, like an ordinary elder, asked him about his schoolwork, answered his questions, and told him not to study too tired, and to pay attention to his body.

He listened quietly, he knew that this was not for him, but for the shadow he saw, this person had probably done very bad things, but there was always a conscience left for a certain person, and this person, in his heart, was not a completely bad person.

Everyone walked to the southern suburbs of the Cloud Breaking Temple, and did not dare to move forward, and even the people who had just taken it as a joke were silent and condensed, and did not dare to hesitate forward.

Poyun Temple is a famous ghost house in the suburbs of Kyoto, it was originally a broken temple, and then it was bought by outsiders, and it was originally sold after waiting for appreciation, because it was too desolate, and it was a wild temple, so it was bought and bought, and everyone didn't take it seriously.

But later, there was always the sound of children crying in the middle of the night in the house, but there was no one in the house at all, where could there be some children?

There are children who are greedy for play, accidentally ran in, and never came out again, gradually, this place has become a ghost house, everyone says that this house is dedicated to eating children, and everyone does not dare to approach.

The people cowered and didn't dare to move forward, the little beggar was more frightened than them, and he stood directly outside Baizhang and didn't dare to come over, only Jing Ming was alone, standing generously at the door of the Cloud Breaking Temple.

Wang Rong looked at the dilapidated plaque above his head, and was a little unsure for a while, and pointed to the house tremblingly, "Are you sure, are you sure this is it?" ”

Jing Ming nodded sincerely, and turned his head to look at Hu Hansheng, who smiled at him and patted his head with his palm to appease.

Wang Rong looked left and right, no official dared to step forward, his heart was crossed, and he stepped forward and kicked open the door.

Because of the nervousness and not mastering the strength well, the door staggered, creaked, and finally fell off.

The scene suddenly froze, and even the tension in my heart washed away a little.

"Still, what are you still doing in a daze, go in, go in, search, search!"

It seems that his stuttering problem is not going to get better.

The officials hugged in a group, cowered and walked forward, and were kicked in by Wang Rong, and screams rang out one after another in the courtyard.

Seeing this, Wang Rong also followed in, some people were bold, and they also looked for sticks, and touched them to go in, and when there were many people, they were not so afraid, and they were curious in their hearts, and some people followed in.

There was only a handful of women and women left outside the house, some men who spared their lives, as well as Hu Hansheng and Jingming.

Hu Hansheng was standing outside the Cloud Breaking Temple, and when he heard panicked screams and curses coming from inside from time to time, he couldn't help laughing, and turned his head to look at Jing Ming, "You're not afraid?" ”

Jing Ming shook his head, took his hand and found a stone to sit down, "Are you afraid?" ”

I didn't expect that one day a child would ask this question, Hu Hansheng was stunned, and laughed out loud, "Don't be afraid." ”

He said that he was not afraid, but his eyes did not dare to look at him, Jing Ming felt that this was the most difficult adult he had ever seen.

He looked at him, he was as old as the current emperor, but he was only forty years old, his temples were white, his eyes were cloudy, and he didn't see any brilliance.

"Child, in the future, be a good person, don't live up to our expectations, Dayan, it's called to you."

People often tell him to be a good person in the future, but no one has ever told them what the standard of good or bad is.

Jing Ming didn't know why he said this, so he saw him wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve and let out a slight sigh.

Just as he was about to ask, the sky suddenly changed, the wind suddenly rose, the dead leaves in the forest were scattered, and the wind and sand were blind.

The people began to exclaim, that it was haunted, and hugged each other.

The room also began to exclaim, and some people began to run around, and in a panic, they knocked down the oil lamp on the table, which made a group of people nervous in vain, and scolded him for not knowing the severity.

Hu Hansheng looked up at the sky, but he couldn't open his eyes In a trance, he heard a familiar laughter, he suddenly laughed, stood in the wind, and let the wind blow.

After a while, the wind held up and it began to rain, and the rain fell on the face, and it was impossible to tell whether it was water or tears.

Hu Hansheng turned his head to look at Jing Ming, stretched out his hand to beckon him over, and before he could come over, he waved his hand again and said, "Go back, child, go back."

Jingming stood in place, not knowing where to go, when he saw him suddenly slumped to the ground, that look was indescribably sad, and he wanted to step forward to help people up.

A man walked in the forest, with a plain umbrella in a black robe, and a flamboyant ponytail flying in the wind, and the man walked to Hu Hansheng's side with an umbrella to block all the wind and sand for him.

"Jingming."

"Seventeenth brother!" Jing Ming was pleasantly surprised.

Seventeen smiled and waved at him, "Go back." ”

Jing Ming looked at Hu Hansheng, who was sitting on the ground, bowed to the two, and walked towards the forest.

"Look, does he look like that mute kid?"