Recommended Reading: The chapter begins---> just like that, the father and daughter stumble forward on a rainy night.

I don't know where to go.

I don't know when and where, the rain stopped.

Suddenly, a group of people came to the front.

The leader is a Taoist priest.

It looks like a fairy wind bone.

They asked about the fate of the father and daughter, and the Taoist priest shook the dust in his hand and let out a long sigh.

"Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs. The country is unkind, and the people are treated like grass, dogs, and animals, sad, and painful! ”

Hearing the old Taoist's compassionate words, Shunzi was even more grief-stricken.

"Big brother, dare to ask where your father and daughter are going? What are your plans for the future? ”

The Taoist priest then asked.

Junko shook her head blankly.

The Taoist priest pondered and said, "When you and I meet today, we are destined." It is better to go with the poor road, there is a good place, the sky is the father, the earth is the mother, the heaven and the earth are the public, it is a rare quiet land in the world. ”

"People who go there believe in my Buddha Maitreya."

"Most of them are poor people like you, big brother, who are suffering and good people who are oppressed by officers and soldiers, bullies, and rich people!"

"They are all believers, they do not kill, they do not steal, they do not commit adultery, they do not lie."

"Everyone is there, they have food to eat together, they have clothes to wear, and they work together to resist the oppression of the officers and soldiers and the landlords."

"I don't know, the eldest brother is willing to go to the Pure Land with the poor road?"

Junko looked surprised.

In this world, is there any other good place?

can look at the old Taoist priest in front of him, his kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and his compassion for the world.

It's not like lying.

I also saw the crowd behind the old Taoist priest, all dressed as poor people.

All of them are full of honesty, and they don't look like such treacherous and slippery people.

His eyes fell back into his arms, and his daughter Yu'er was looking at him blankly.

The child has been hungry for a day, and there is no weight in his arms.

Junko struggled with contradictions for a while, but finally nodded.

If you don't go there, you don't know where to take your daughter!

The Taoist priest was overjoyed, took out a piece of bread with temperature from his arms, and handed it to Junzi's daughter.

"Good boy, eat."

Yu'er glanced at the cake and then at Junzi.

"The Taoist chief is kind, you can eat." Straight way.

Yu'er then stretched out her little hand to take the cake and thanked the old man timidly.

Instead of shoving the pie in her mouth, she tore off half of it and handed it to Junko.

"Daddy eats it too."

Looking at the half of the cake handed to him, Junko's eyes turned red.

Lao Dao stroked his beard and nodded: "This child is smart and filial, with a little cinnabar in the center of his eyebrows, and his temperament is dusty, and he will have great achievements in the future."

”

In this way, the son and the daughter followed the old road to the south.

……

It rained heavily during the night.

It was hot before going to bed, so Yang Ruoqing propped up the windows in the front and back of the house.

This time the rain fell and crackled.

She had to get up again and close the window.

Tonight's rain is so heavy, lightning and thunder.

Green lightning flashed into the room, shining as bright as day.

After the light, there was one thunderbolt after another, which exploded overhead, shaking the rubble of the roof.

She sat back on the bed and gently fanned her with a large fan.

This season, the southern climate is full of thundershowers.

It's a normal weather phenomenon and nothing to be afraid of.

However, some people are afraid.

No, Xiaoyu came over with a pillow and knocked on the door.

"Qing'er Qing'er ......"

Opening the door, Xiaoyu climbed onto Yang Ruoqing's bed.

The pillow was hugged to his chest, his hands were covered with his ears, and his pretty face was a little pale.

Yang Ruoqing was still lazily leaning on the fan, giggling a few times.

"I didn't do anything wrong, and I wasn't afraid of Lei Gong's beating. Tell me honestly, did you do something wrong? She quipped.

Hearing her joke, Xiaoyu glanced at her.

"What's the matter, people were frightened and fell into this fear." Light rain road.

"Oh?" Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows.

It turns out that Xiaoyu still has a psychological shadow?

"What's going on? Come and hear it! She urged.

Xiaoyu said: "At that time, when I was eight years old, one rainy day I went to the field with my father and mother to cut sweet potato vines. ”

"That day was the same as today, thunder and lightning."

"A flash of lightning flashed, and one of my arms went numb."

"When I came to my senses, the scythe in my hand flew to the ridge. I'm scared ......."

"Click...... Rumble! ”

A shattered sound exploded overhead, so frightened that Xiaoyu didn't even say anything, picked up the quilt and got in.

Looking at her ostrich-like appearance, Yang Ruoqing smiled again.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, we're in the house, we can't split it."

She soothed the light rain.

It wasn't until the thunder was quieter that Xiaoyu dared to poke her head out.

Looking at the flickering electric light outside the window, Xiaoyu said: "When I was a child, I heard people in the village say that when there is such a big thunderstorm, it must be something tragic happening somewhere in the world. ”

"Even God can't see it, so that such a storm will fall, just like we are sad and crying......"

Xiaoyu's emotional explanation, Yang Ruoqing heard it for the first time.

In the past, she believed only in weather forecasts, in the movement of the atmosphere and in the natural laws of temperature changes.

But

Ever since this strange thing happened to her.

Her worldview has also undergone some changes.

"Perhaps." She whispered, looking at the sudden light and shadow outside the room.

"Dou E in the drama is very wronged, God can't stand it, and it only snows in June."

"Maybe tonight's heavy rain is really for a reason."

The two girls snuggled up and fell asleep to the rumbling thunder.

As soon as it was dawn, Luo Fengtang came over.

"Why did you come here so early? I just woke up and haven't cooked breakfast yet! ”

Yang Ruoqing stood at the door of the house, combing her hair and smiling at Luo Fengtang who was standing in the yard.

Compared to usual, his face this morning showed a rare grimness.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? ”

She hurriedly asked.

"Qing'er, I'm here to say goodbye to you." He said.

"Huh?"

She was stunned.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

Luo Fengtang said: "I was sent back to Ningsu's team by General Xiahou, and the army still has an hour to leave for the southeast village thirty miles away. ”

"What's wrong with such a hurry? Is it convenient to say? She asked again.

He frowned: "According to the report of the military intelligence officer, just yesterday, thirty miles away, several villages belonging to my Daqi were baptized in blood. ”

"There are no people and animals in several villages, and half of them are alive......"

"Hiss......"

Yang Ruoqing gasped.

The slaughter of unarmed civilians, the elderly and children were not spared.

These perpetrators are truly brutal!

Xiaoyu, who heard the movement behind him, was even more shocked.

"No wonder it rained so fiercely last night, lightning and thunder, really something so miserable......" Xiaoyu said.

Yang Ruoqing retracted her gaze and said to Luo Fengtang: "Okay, I know, you concentrate on yours." End of chapter--> Remember to read it: easy to read next time, or.

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