Twenty or thirty years ago, a family in Suzhou gave birth to a son, but unfortunately the pregnant woman had a difficult birth, and the child held in the belly for too long, and he ran out of gas just after birth.

Before the father took the child away, his mother put on a belly pocket made when he was pregnant, and tearfully turned his back and let the child go.

The child's funeral was sloppy, and it was planned to be wrapped in a straw mat and buried in the cemetery in the back mountain.

The man sat under a locust tree with his child in his arms for a long time, his back against the thick trunk of the tree, closed his eyes and sighed. The leaves rustled in the wind, as if time had slowed down, and the sun crumpled through the dense foliage when they opened their eyes.

The locust tree is auspicious and auspicious.

He suddenly remembered the folk belief in the locust tree, although the child died, but maybe he could be touched by the blessing of the locust tree and cast a good baby.

This child was born without anger, it can be seen that he has no fate with his family, and he doesn't know the elders in the family cemetery. As long as he remembers, in the future, he will go to the grave during Qingming and bring his wife here?

I hope you will join a good family in your next life and live a long life.

Thinking so, he got up and wrapped the dead child in a mat and set it aside. A pit was dug under the locust tree, and when it was finished, the child was buried in it.

After doing this, he touched the filled soil with affection, stood up, and pressed the trunk of the locust tree again, and said, "Tree, I have handed over my son to you, and you are tired of helping me take care of it." Thank you..."

His voice choked, he withdrew his hand, wiped it on his face, and went down the mountain.

The larks in the mountains flew down in front of the trees, and suddenly they were alarmed by something, and they all flew away at once.

The emerald green light flashed,

An ethereal figure detached from the turquoise tree, its wide sleeves fluttering in the wind, and its footsteps fell lightly to the ground. The eyes are as bright as pearls and calm, and the thin branches of the locust tree are interspersed with a simple bun between the hair, and most of the long hair is draped behind him.

The face hovers between male and female, making it impossible to distinguish the real gender. The other party stood with his hands in his hands, with both the softness of a woman and the style of a man.

The long-haired beauty in the light robe settled down and glanced at the man who was going down the mountain, and with a flick of her sleeve, the freshly buried child's grave was opened, and there was still a handful of fresh soil on the rolled straw mat.

He walked over and squatted down, and the seat was carried out.

"This is not a cemetery, just bury it."

The dryad said as he uncovered the straw mat.

After uncovering the straw mat, the newborn child's body was already cold, and he sighed with a headache.

How can you put a corpse in front of him at will, these humans are really!

Forget it, find a new place to bury it, the world is gone before you are born, and it's pitiful. He has lived for thousands of years, and he doesn't care about the little broken child.

As soon as his hand reached out towards the child, he suddenly paused, and his faint breath was like a gossamer, and ordinary people couldn't notice it at all. Is this kid still alive? It's just that I'm dying.

After practicing for thousands of years, saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, and a stroke can also be recorded in the merit book.

That's it. Later, his family came to worship and let them take it away.

He gave the child some spiritual power with two fingers in the shape of a sword, only to hear the beating of the heart gradually become stronger and stronger, the child's brows were loosely wrinkled, his hands and feet moved twitchingly, he sucked his nose, opened his mouth, and cried one after another echoed in the mountains and forests.

I can cry like this, I knew I wouldn't save it! The tree spirit Baili covered his ears and thought regretfully.

There was no milk in the mountains, so he fed his spiritual power mixed with acacia nectar water to the child.

The newborn child is like a newly hatched bird, very close to the first sight of Baili, and will often twist and crawl on top of him after crawling.

Baili was annoyed and returned to the tree, and the baby also hummed and crawled towards the locust tree, and climbed along the roots of the tree and did not find Baili. Hold the trunk of the tree and don't let go, and when it comes to the grinding period, he opens his mouth to bite it.

Thinking that there was saliva stuck to his body, Baili picked up the child and held it high, and said unhappily: "What bite?" Eat me, drink me, saliva is stained! Why don't you go to heaven? ”

The child held his fingers in his mouth, his eyes bent when he saw Baili, he giggled like a silver bell, stretched out his hand to kick his legs to hug, and his lotus-like arm reached forward, as if he wanted to touch him.

Baili sighed, took the child in his arms, patted him lightly on the buttocks, and warned: "Don't get saliva on me!" ”

When the baby should be able to speak, Baili sat cross-legged on the ground, propped his head and pointed to the child opposite: "Little broken child, say something and listen." ”

The child tilted his head: "? ”

Baili is patient, and these days he has also looked like a parent. "Daddy? Mother? As a human being, you have to choose one of the first sentences you say, right? Say, Daddy-Mother-"

Baili opened his mouth and made an exaggerated expression, and he followed the temptation, causing a row of chickadees parked in the tree to look at him one after another.

After a long time of no reaction, he gave up covering his face and sighed. "Stupid crying, fortunately it's not biological."

Who knew that after a few days, even he forgot about it. When I was napping, I was woken up, and I faintly heard someone on the side say, "Dad... Father... Mother... Mother. ”

He woke up with a stirring spirit.

The baby crawled to his chest, grabbed his hair and was about to send it to his mouth, when he was suddenly picked up by Baili and picked up his armpit to look left and right.

"What did you say? One more! Baili stared at him inexplicably excitedly, his eyes lit up, and his mouth said slowly as before: "Daddy, mother... Say, why don't you say it? ”

The baby twisted uncomfortably, waited for Baili to put him down, pulled his clothes and stood firm, and reached out to hit him in the face.

“...”

The little broken child is fat! Baili was just about to get angry, and the little fleshy hands on his face touched his face, and the baby grinned and said vaguely: "Daddy, mother!" ”

Then he threw himself into his arms and relied on him, and his father and mother kept screaming.

Baili grabbed his little ass in a daze, holding the person in his arms, and his eyes were a little stunned. Human children are so small, so fragile, and troublesome to care for, but also very cute... Just now, I felt like I was hit by something.

It's just three words, what is he so excited about? Maybe this is what is called a sense of accomplishment for parents?

On this day, Baili took the baby to the mountains for a spin, and he was already old enough to walk on his own.

When I came back, I saw offerings and incense candles placed under the locust tree, as if someone had come to worship.

The baby held hands with him, and saw that Baili suddenly stopped moving. "What's wrong?"

Baili came back to his senses, touched his head, and hid the look in his eyes. "It's fine."

The baby ran to the tribute and looked at it, picked up a piece of sweet cake and smelled it, and asked Baili, "Can I eat it?" ”

Baili nodded and smiled: "Eat." ”

Looking at the baby's happy eating, he suddenly realized that this was someone else's child, and he said that he would return the child to others.

Or... Wait for next time?

The baby ran to him and tiptoed a piece of cake to his mouth, "You eat!" ”

Baili hooked his lips, shook his head and said, "I don't eat, I don't have to eat." ”

"Then I won't eat either."

Baili: "That's not going to work. ”

"Why?"

"If you don't eat you'll die." Baili explained to him.

"Then how can you kiss you like your father and mother?" The baby looked up and asked innocently.

At the beginning, it was taught to father and mother, but the tree spirit has no gender, and I don't know which one to call for a while, so I simply call the two together.

Baili was a little crying and laughing: "This is probably... No way. ”

The helpless baby puffed out his cheeks and sat aside, Baili looked at him, and thought, "This is the child he raised." ”

The snow-white locust flowers on the tree fell with the wind, and the baby looked up with his mouth slightly open, and a flower happened to fall into his mouth. He froze, licked his tongue into his mouth and chewed, and suddenly thought of a question.

"Daddy, Mom, Daddy, is this flower blooming from you my brothers and sisters? Isn't it bad for me to eat it! ”

"What's the crap? Do you still eat less? ”

Baili Qu finger tapped on his head.

The baby touched his head and smirked: "That's what I said, haha." ”

Many years have passed, and the baby was already a twelve-year-old boy, but he was still the silly one when he was a child, called Baili Daddy and Mother.

However, one day a year, offerings and incense sticks are offered under the tree. And I don't know if Baili is deliberate, I will always take the baby around before and after that day.

In fact, I didn't want to hide it from his life experience, looking at the continuous offerings every year, the family also took the child very seriously.

So intentionally or unintentionally, he still revealed the events of the year to the baby little by little.

Before another year of sacrifice, Baili asked him, "Do you want to meet your biological father?" Go back with them? If you want, I won't take you out this year. ”

"Don't you want me?" The baby asked sullenly as he let go of his hand.

"How so? You're my son! I still remember that at the beginning, your father tearfully asked me to take care of you with a tree, pity the hearts of parents all over the world, since you are still alive, I think it is better to meet. ”

Baili touched his head, bent down and put his head against his head, and said with a smile: "I won't leave here, you can come to me at any time." ”

The baby glanced at him, lowered his eyes, remembered the sweet cakes he would eat every year, and thought of the two people who were the same as a hundred miles at the bottom of the mountain, and couldn't help but be silent.

That day, when the couple saw the baby, the mother recognized her belly pocket sewn with stitches and threads at a glance, dug up the foot of the locust tree, and found no corpse, plus the child was so similar to them between his eyebrows and eyes!

The two of them wept with joy, when it was the spirit of the gods, knelt in front of the locust tree and kowtowed to thank them, and led the child back with joy.

The baby glanced back, Baili sat on the locust tree, with a smile in his eyebrows, and said softly: "Go back......"

Human beings, after all, have to return to the life of the crowd.

After some time, the messenger appeared before him.

"It's not easy for you to practice, but now that your merits are complete, let me go."

Baili was stunned. What the?

I thought that at the end of the baby's life, before this life, he would not soar.

"Emissary, I... Can you meet someone? ”

The envoy pinched his fingers and calculated, shook his head and said: "The time of ascension is a small difference, and it is a thousand miles. Do you have to see that man? ”

"I promised him before that if I didn't say goodbye, I wouldn't leave him anything... I'm afraid this is goodbye. "Baili doesn't have a score in his heart, and he doesn't know if there will be a next time if he misses this ascension, but his son always has to see him again before leaving.

The messenger sighed in his heart, "Children are the debt of their parents, and it is up to him to succeed and to lose."

"Go ahead, I'll wait for you here."

"Thank you, messenger."

Baili quickly went down the mountain, found the baby's house, hesitated for a long time what to say, I am afraid that it will be difficult to say goodbye in a short time, but he can secretly come down. The baby is so sensible, he must be able to understand him, and besides, he also said goodbye well, right?

Thinking about it this way, it is right to send the baby back to the world, otherwise after he leaves, he will definitely not be able to live alone in the mountains.

After thinking about it, Baili walked into the baby's house incognito, and as soon as he entered the door, he heard the woman's sobbing sound, and the man sat aside and pressed his head, and he looked the same. It's like when I buried my baby.

Baili suddenly had a bad premonition.

What about the baby? Is it in the house? Why don't you see anyone?

He turned the small room inside and out several times, and his heart became more and more panicked inexplicably.

"What about people? Where did the people go?! ”

At this time, I suddenly heard the man comfort his wife: "Forget it, this child and we... Destined to have no fate. ”

The lady held the belly pocket in her hand, hugged her head and suddenly cried bitterly. "If I knew this was the case, it would be better not to know that he was alive... In this way, he can still be in the mountains... Just, it won't be missing......"

... Missing.

What is it called... Missing?

Thirteen years, well taken care of. He gave the child back to them and now tells him it's gone?

Baili's mind was completely empty all of a sudden, and he couldn't remember how he had left their house, only to hear someone talking as he walked through the crowd.

"Another child has been lost, alas... Iniquity. ”

"How many are they?"

"Alas, the eighth. It is said that it is still a child who died before, but it didn't die, and it was just picked up some time ago. The couple were as happy as something..."

"These days, I don't dare to let my children go out. Cheng Tian looked at it. ”

"Who's to say it isn't."

...

Hundreds of miles back to the mountain, the snow-white locust flowers fell one after another, the messenger stood under the tree as promised, and waited, seeing him come back in despair, he had already predicted: "This is a fate, not to be forced." ”

The baby is just missing, and there is a possibility of getting it back. Even if you can't find it, there are six reincarnations in the world, and you can always see you again.

Don't you want me?

I still remember that day when the acacia flowers flew down, the child raised his head, his eyes flashed with tears, and he was so afraid of parting.

I'm not going to leave here, you can come to me at any time.

The past is churning in my mind, and even every trace of floating floral fragrance is clearly recalled, as if I want to break through this layer of skin. The body was so hollow that it was as if all that was left was the heart that was in constant labor, and there was nothing but the emptiness and pain of loss.

Messenger: "Nether Tree Spirit, I ask you again: Ascension?" ”

Holding back the dryness in his eyes, he opened his mouth and moved, lamenting a single word, but it was long enough to look back on it for the rest of his life. Only in just over ten years, it is like yesterday.

“... Not. ”