Mo Heng suddenly remembered Xiao Jiu's face, a face that was thin and yellow because of hunger, a pair of big round eyes that were gray and dark, without any luster, and all over his body were bruised and scarred because he was bullied, and a chapped lip that was peeled and chapped because he couldn't find water to drink because he was thirsty.

He didn't like to laugh originally, and he was even a little stunned when he was rescued by Mo Heng, maybe he himself wouldn't believe that someone would rescue him from the door of the Qinglou Chu Pavilion.

He blinked his eyes and saw that the handsome boy in white clothes did not dislike him for being dirty, and would even pick him up, how he wanted to say: "Don't hug me, I'm so dirty, I will stain your white clothes." But the brother in white hugged him so tightly, and his arms were so warm, that he was a little reluctant.

The brother in white also helped him wipe his face and body, and helped him change into new clothes, but he hadn't worn new clothes for many years, and he felt a little unreal when he looked at the brand new clothes in front of him.

I even thought it was a dream.

The white-clothed brother even fed him with his own hands, afraid that he would eat too quickly because of hunger, so he said over and over again in a gentle voice: "Eat slowly, there are still a lot, be careful of choking." ”

At that moment, he felt warmed all of a sudden, and that feeling could be said to be a little overwhelmed, and a person who felt so desperate and miserable to live would still be warmed.

That day he was at the door of the Qinglou, because he had been hungry for many days, he walked a lot of roads, asked a lot of people, but no one was willing to give him a mouthful of food to eat, no one was willing to give him a sip of water to drink, because he was a beggar and his body was dirty and smelly, and others hated him when they saw him, disliked him, and wanted to drive him away, but he didn't expect to meet the brother in white.

If it weren't for his appearance, he might have starved to death at the door of the Qinglou.

The brother in white was very good to him, just like a family, no, to be precise, it was better than a family member who was related by blood, at that moment, he even felt that blood relationship did not mean anything, what it represented, his blood relationship was like a sharp knife stabbed straight into his heart, making him gurgling with blood, enduring pain, and crying.

He was just a child abandoned by his family, just a child who couldn't compare to half a tael of food.

Later, he also met another brother in Tsing Yi, who told him that his surname was Bai and that brother in white was surnamed Mo.

Brother Bai and Brother Mo were very good to him, and they also helped him build a small house with their own hands, saying that they wanted to be his home and that they wanted to be their own family.

He was very happy at that time, he felt very happy, he didn't expect that he could have a home and a family when he had nothing. But I don't know why Brother Bai and Brother Mo disappeared from one day onwards and never appeared again.

At that time, they just said to themselves: "Xiao Jiu, Brother Bai and Brother Mo went out to save those who were sick with the epidemic, and they will come back soon." ”

At that time, he nodded, believing their words, Brother Bai and Brother Mo would never lie to people, and they would definitely come back if they said they would come back.

But later, he waited, waited, waited, waited, and after a long, long time, Brother Bai and Brother Mo did not come back......

Mo Heng came back from his trance, his eyes were a little hazy, and his eyes were a little unreal, he promised Xiao Jiu that he would come back, but he had been gone for a long time and never came back.

He deceived Xiao Jiu and reneged on his promise.

Thinking of Xiao Jiu's disappointed and sad appearance, Mo Heng felt a pain in his heart.

Will he hate himself, will he be angry with himself?

Thinking about it, it didn't take long for him to come to the house he had drawn and built with his own hands, a small, very warm house, but now all that was left in front of him was the scorched earth and the walls that had not yet been eroded.

Mo Heng was a little shocked, a little trembling, he opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything, his steps became extremely heavy like lead, and every step he took seemed to use up all his strength.

"Why is this happening? What the hell is going on?! Mo Heng said hoarsely, and his eyes turned red when he was not careful.

Bai Shushu stood behind Mo Heng, looking at his sad and lost figure, his heart was sour, and the tears of Dou Da fell down, the house in front of him turned out to be a brick for her and Mo Heng together, and a tile was slowly built little by little, why is there almost nothing left now.

At that time, Mo Heng rolled up his white wide sleeves, tied up his long loose hair, and used his own hands to build the bricks and tiles on the ground little by little, and his hands with clear bones and translucent hands grinded out countless calluses and blisters.

In order to build this house, he kept reading the books on different mansions, and he kept drawing and drawing on rice paper with a brush, and his face was full of anticipation.

Occasionally, I would run to the white book with the drawing paper to ask her for her opinion, asking her if she was good at drawing and if there was any problem with her drawing.

Bai Shushu looked at his appearance, and felt very happy in his heart, it turned out that this person was not so cold! It turns out that he was so warm when he was there!

"Why do you have to be so careful?" Bai Shushu handed over the brick and asked Mo Heng beside him.

"I just want to help Xiao Jiu build a home, a warm and warm home." Mo Heng took the brick, turned his head sideways and said to Bai Shushu with a light smile.

It's just that all of this was destroyed by himself, and it was his own willfulness that ruined everything that Mo Heng had worked so hard to manage, and he also betrayed his promise to Xiao Jiu.

It turned out that the culprit turned out to be himself!

Xiao Jiu! Little Nine! What have you been through over the years? It's all Brother Bai's fault, he didn't stay by your side, which made you what you are now.

Mo Heng walked painfully to the pile of coke, he squatted in the ruins and ruins, no matter how dark and dirty it was, he stretched out his hand to dig something in the remaining mess.

Yes! Xiao Jiu, my Xiao Jiu, my poor Xiao Jiu, are there any wreckage of you here, are there any traces of you?

Bai Shushu's tears slowly slid down his cheeks, one drop, two drops, three drops, and kept falling into the pile of coke.

Bai Shushu looked at what Mo Heng was looking for, she raised her hand, wiped a handful of tears, and immediately ran to Mo Heng's side to help him dig and find together.

"Immortal Venerable, what are you looking for?" Bai Shushu asked.

"I'm looking for Xiao Jiu, I think Xiao Jiu has become a ghost, so will his bones be here?" Mo Heng said hoarsely.

Bai Shushu helped him dig here, inch by inch, and kept rummaging, and suddenly a white bone appeared in a pile of dark dust.

"Ahh There's a skeleton here! Bai Shushu screamed.

Mo Heng immediately ran to Bai Shushu's side, he picked up the bone and began to use the spell to perceive, but after some exploration, he was disappointed: "This is not Xiao Jiu's skeleton. ”

Bai Shushu frowned and said in surprise: "It's not Xiao Jiu's?" ”

"Keep looking! Keep digging! Mo Heng squatted down and continued to rummage, and Bai Shushu also squatted down to look for it.

They dug for a long, long time, until the moon climbed up the treetops, until the mournful voices of countless crows resounded through the night.

When they had dug all the scorched earth under the house, their hands stained with the foul-smelling black mud, and their clothes as clean as new, stained with mud, they stood up, and saw that under their feet were white and yellowish bones.

The shape and size of those white bones looked like the bones of some children, not as wide and hard as adults, nor as white and brittle as young children, from the young to the old, there were fifteen in all.

"Who do these skeletons belong to?" Bai Shushu looked at those white bones and asked in surprise.

"I'll call the landlord to ask." Mo Heng muttered.

Mo Heng then snapped his fingers and whispered, "The land is called!" Then a golden light flew away.

A short, gray-bearded old man came out of the ground, he came to Mo Heng with a small cane, put his hands together and saluted Mo Heng respectfully: "See Mo Heng Immortal Venerable, may I ask what is the matter with summoning the little one?" ”

Mo Heng bowed politely to the land lord and said, "I want to ask what happened here?" Why are there so many bones remaining? ”

After hearing this, the land lord frowned, flicked his sleeves and sighed: "Hey! It's a sin to say! ”

"How, exactly? Let's take it into detail. Mo Heng asked.

Di Gong swallowed his saliva and said slowly: "I still remember that more than sixty years ago, this house was built by Mo Heng Immortal Venerable and that Immortal Monarch together, at that time I felt your immortal energy, and I felt very relieved to see you build this mansion little by little. Then you gave the house to a homeless child, who grew up to be about sixteen or seventeen years old.

The boy was a very kind-hearted man, and he often used this mansion to take in the homeless children, and this place was a warm home for them, and they lived in great harmony, when suddenly one day, out of nowhere, a gang of thieves came out of nowhere and killed all the children living here, and then set a fire to the house. ”

The land lord sighed again as he spoke, and said with some helplessness: "What a good house!" What wonderful children! It's all burned down! Killed! Those thieves were so ruthless! As he spoke, he hid his face and wept.

"What about that homeless kid we brought? How's he doing? Bai Shushu asked.

"The boy was lucky, he happened to be not here that day, so he escaped, but when he came back and saw the char and the corpses all over the place, he burst into tears, and kept muttering: I want revenge!" I want them to pay with blood! After a pause, the landlord continued, "The boy finally buried the bodies of the dead children in the dirt under this house, and he said that he wanted everyone to stay together in this house and stay in this house forever. ”

"I remember that night when a blood moon rose in the sky, it was terrifying." When the land lord thought about it, he couldn't help but shudder.

"What happened?" Bai Shushu asked.

The land lord sighed and said, "Hey! When the boy had buried the bodies, he patted the dust off his body and walked off into the distance, never to return. ”

got these clues from the land lord, Mo Heng and Bai Shushu only knew a little rough, what exactly happened? It is still unknown.

Mo Heng looked at those white bones, thinking that these people were Xiao Jiu's family, his eyes turned red again, and he said to Bai Shushu beside him: "Shushu, let's help them dig a place to bury them......

Bai Shushu's eyelashes drooped, and he nodded and responded, "Okay." ”

What is the meaning of family? It is synonymous with giving each other warmth, accompanying each other to grow up, and giving each other love.

Maybe Xiao Jiu is really happy and happy when he is with them, and the things that should have been done by himself have been replaced by others.

Bai Shushu found a better place, turned his head and shouted to Mo Heng: "Immortal Venerable, this land here is very good, and the feng shui is good, bury them here!" ”

Mo Heng nodded and responded, "Okay." ”

Bai Shushu immediately knelt on the ground, lowered her body and dug it with her own hands, she was not afraid of the dirt all over her body, nor was she afraid of the damp and fishy soil, she only hoped that those souls could rest in peace as soon as possible, return to the path of life as soon as possible, do not suffer in the underworld, do not sink in the River Styx.

Bai Shushu and Mo Heng dug both hands were full of blood, both hands were scars, and they didn't care about any pain or not, Bai Shushu and Mo Heng only felt that they were relieved to do this.

When everything was done and the tombstone was erected, Mo Heng engraved on the tombstone: Xiao Jiu's family.

Then he bowed again, Mo Heng folded his hands and closed his eyes, and recited the transcendent scriptures dozens of times, until the sky was already a little bright, and he turned to leave.

Bai Shushu walked beside Mo Heng, and she said softly: "Mo Heng, let's help them build a home in the future......

She didn't call him Immortal Venerable this time, she only called him Mo Heng, she felt that she and he were not immortals in the sky at this moment, but two ordinary people.

Ordinary people who can cry, laugh, and hurt.

Mo Heng turned his head, his eyes were a little soft, he looked at Bai Shushu, and promised in a soft voice: "Okay, we will help them build a home in the future." ”

The clouds on the horizon were completely illuminated by the morning light, with a little transparent and clear taste, the golden eyes were sprinkled through the clouds and mist, falling on Mo Heng's angular and handsome face, his eyelashes did not know when there was some mist, and the sun was shining a little, he didn't say much, his legs were very slender, and he walked faster than Bai Shushu, Bai Shushu walked behind Mo Heng, looking at the thin and slightly tired figure in front of him, the tall and straight figure in the past disappeared without a trace, looking a little sad and lost.

What is he grieving about? What is he missing?

It seems that I still don't know him very well, what is such a person thinking?

She looked down again, and saw a pair of bleeding hands that were worn by dirt and stones flickering under the sleeves of his shirt, and the white shirt on his body had been stained with a lot of dirt and became extremely sloppy.

It feels like he's not a fairy anymore, he's just an ordinary mortal.

Then she looked at herself again, and she seemed to be the same.