Looking at the wonderful figure and running away, Mao Zheng didn't have the heart to appreciate it at this time. The brain is full of Tong Ling's dad is not good, he hasn't been home for many days, and he doesn't know what happened to his dad at all? Thinking that my father is no longer good, I can't help but think of death, and think of my dead mother's ....... For a while, my heart was full of five flavors, and it was very complicated.

When Mao Zheng ran home in a hurry, the adobe house exuded a strong smell of wine and musty, and in the darkness, my father lay on the bed of tattered mattresses, snorting from time to time. Mao Zheng looked at the emaciated, almost pale father, and he knew that his father was really sick.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

After a long time, Mao Yongyi stopped humming, motioned for Mao Zheng to sit up straight, and then didn't care whether Mao Zheng listened or not, and said what he wanted to say most in the past ten years.

“…… Zhengwazi, I hope you are a good person! Instead of following your brother's old path ......". As soon as he thought of the brother he had never met, Mao Zheng felt nameless in his heart, in his concept, he should not have come to this world, this was all because of his brother, which made his parents helpless. He felt that his father's point was hateful, and what was even more hateful was that since he gave birth to himself, he couldn't give himself any help. Thinking of this, Mao Zheng yelled: "But you only have wine in your eyes, wine, wine!" You didn't give me anything! ”。

Hearing this, Dad turned around and tried to see his son, who had unconsciously grown taller than himself, clearly. In his dim eyes, he saw his very handsome son, and said, "You are becoming more and more like your mother now!" What I have always seen in my eyes is you, at that time, because of you I ignored your mother, now I can't! I'm going to follow your mom, ahem-me-i-hum-hum-". I didn't pick up a sentence, and blood gushed out from the corners of my mouth, "I-I-no-okay."

Mao Yongyi obviously reached the time when the lamp ran out of oil, and Mao Zheng saw that his father was about to pass away, and he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable and guilty. Tears fell unconsciously, and I knelt down.

A gust of wind slowly blew in the house, slowly coming down from the roof, with a hint of coldness, lifting the old mosquito net, which made people's hearts chill! I couldn't help but shiver.

At this time, Mao Yongyi's face gradually calmed down, with kindness and a smile on the corner of his mouth. Weird, weird! I don't know when, out of nowhere, an old voice sounded, "She's coming?!" It was a doubtful, affirmative tone. Mao Zheng heard it suddenly, and he was so shocked that he was flustered, ghost, ghost? Is it true that people are really hooked when they die?

"Great-teacher, I - I - I saw it, she - she came, picked me up - I - I - I-am leaving, worship - please - trust - master - book - book -" Mao Yongyi seemed to answer the voice just now, intermittently.

Mao watched the lights go out, and then it was weird, and his father behaved like this, making him like falling into an ice cellar. Guru? Ghosts? He looked back and saw a person standing behind him at some point, but he saw a green coat, pale temples, ruddy complexion, and high buns. Holding the dust in his hand, he stood quietly like a fairy wind bone. Old man? Taoist? When did this guy come in? Mao Zheng saw that he was an old man, so he took the reassuring pill, and just wanted to scold the old man for being scary, but the old man spoke.

"I don't remember the three thousand zhang of the netherworld, just because of a bowl of Meng Po soup. Dead and loveless red dust as an inn, the soul dyes and returns to his hometown. Mao Yongyi, go ahead~! I'll teach your descendants, go--! ”

Hearing the old man's words, Mao Yongyi finally swallowed his breath. The wind rises from the clouds, and the earth house is cold. Mao Zheng got up from the cold, Lao Dao stepped forward, flicked the dust and said something in his mouth, Mao Zheng suddenly felt that his body was warm from cold, as if someone was touching his cheeks. "Mao Zheng, what are you still standing for? Hurry up and get down on your knees and send off your father and mother. Lao Dao suddenly shouted at Mao Zheng.

Mother? Is Mommy coming? As soon as he thought of his loved ones, Mao Zheng knelt and crawled, tears falling like rain. "Mom! Are you here? Mom! The warm wind rippled in response, and then gradually rolled up, as if it were rising to the sky.

The old way shook off the dust, "the underworld has been opened, and the old people are on the road", and there are words in his mouth, and the wind suddenly goes out.

Seeing this, Mao Zheng hurriedly grabbed the corner of the old man's clothes, "Old man, let me see my parents again." ”

"You're not afraid?"

"Don't be afraid, I miss Mom."

"It's a pity...... It's a pity," Lao Dao shook his head and stepped out of the outhouse, and his leisurely voice came from outside the small door, "Let's go!" I can't see it, Mao Zheng from now on, you will be the thirty-eighth generation of my Tianjimen disciple, remember your master and my Taoist name."

Oh, Mao Zheng stepped out in one step, "Old man, are you funny?" Who gave you an apprentice? Pretend to be a ghost! ”

"Pretending to be a ghost? I'm on the right path. Wu Yazi's eyes glared angrily.

"You don't want me to see my mother!"

"Hehe, don't you provoke me, your parents are gone, where can I see it?" Wu Yazi was happy when he heard Mao Zheng's words, and he couldn't imagine that this kid was so deceitful and aggressive.

"If you don't let me see my mother, don't want me to be your apprentice!"

"Is that true?"

"Really!".

Wu Yazi turned around, and the words turned to the air, and he arched his hand to the air, "Mao Yongyi-you should also hear, this son is not my apprentice." I will laugh at the treasure you gave me! Hahaha. You don't blame me for this, if you want to blame you, your uncompetitive son! With that, he wanted to leave.

Treasure? Mao Zheng thought to himself that his family was poor, what treasures did this dead father have left? It was also handed over to this old man. It's definitely a priceless treasure, haha! Thinking in a flash, but seeing that the old way was about to step out of the threshold, Mao Zhengxin said: Mom, that bastard, this is to swallow my baby privately, eat it dry and wipe it clean. Hurriedly hugged Lao Dao's thigh and shouted, "Baby, stay!" ”。

"Hehe, why stay, your deceased father can say, you kid is doing nonsense, this treasure falls into your hands, it's ignorant. It will not be given to you unless you change from now on. ”

"Baby stay, I'm willing to change my ways." Mao is in a hurry, this is his own baby! And it's definitely ancestral, yes, ancestral. As long as you keep the baby, then you can be developed! Money, beauty...... Hahaha, the imagination is beautiful, and the saliva is flowing.

"No, no, there is no basis for what you say." Wu Yazi shook his head.

"I sign and draw, and I write the note." Mao Zheng's eyes rolled, and he said anxiously.

"No, no. This is not enough to believe" Wu Yazi shook his head, calm and relaxed.

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, what do you want me to give me, old man?"