Walking on the road, Dole can be said to be the focus, most of the villagers on the side of the road saw him throw strange eyes, with his current state, it is indeed difficult not to attract attention, but he does not plan to live here for a long time, so he does not pay too much attention.

The village was not large, with less than a hundred households, and after a while, Dole came to the residence of the middle-aged man, which was a small courtyard enclosed by a wooden fence, in front of which were three pine huts, high or low, connected together, and a solitary hut in the backyard, with a long rope hanging on it, on which some sun-dried clothes were dried, and fluttered slowly with the breeze.

As soon as he entered the hospital, he heard a soft squeak, and a little boy of about six or seven years old ran out of the central room.

The little boy was very slender, and it is not an exaggeration to describe him as skinny, wearing a slightly wide blue cloth coat.

There was also a plain-clothed woman who came out with the little boy, the woman was beautiful and dignified, with a gentle smile, her eyes were like water, she looked at the middle-aged man softly, there were faint traces of time on the corner of her eyes, and her long hair was coiled up.

With an innocent smile on his face, the little boy walked on his little feet, staggering, like a cute little rabbit, ran to the middle-aged man, and said crisply: "Father." ”

"Xiaohai, this is..."The middle-aged man bent down and stroked the little boy's head dotingly, with a gentle face, and opened his mouth to introduce, but he was only halfway through the words, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed, because he didn't know Dole's name.

Dole crouched down, smiled kindly at the little boy, and said softly, "My name is Dole." ”

The little boy is not afraid of life. With a smile on his face, he said politely: "Hello big brother, my name is Qinghai, and I am seven years old this year." ”

The child's introduction is always so straightforward and simple.

"Brother Yang. Invite the guests to come and talk. At this time, the plain woman standing in front of the door said loudly, and she didn't ask who Dol was, let alone how Dol and Qingyang met, which was very peculiar.

Her voice is soft, and it sounds very comfortable, and you can't help but feel good.

"Little brother, I was negligent, please." Qingyang. That is, the middle-aged man, smiled embarrassedly, and then took Qinghai's small hand and led the way towards the house, one big and one small, holding hands, the picture is indescribably warm.

Dole stood up and followed behind the father and son, looking at the father and son. The heart is warm, but there is also a little bitterness. The plain woman smiled kindly at him, then turned and walked towards the kitchen in the back room.

When I walked into the house, I saw that the walls were slightly yellow, and in some places there were some fine cracks like cobwebs, and there were only four corners in the room. A few chairs, ordinary furniture, and a few colorful farm tools neatly arranged in the corners, nothing else. Exceptionally rudimentary.

"Little brother, sit down for a while, I'll go to the bedroom to find you some clothes first. Xiaohai, pour a glass of water for your big brother. ”

"Hmm." Qinghai nodded, obediently ran to a coffee table that was a little old and a few feet of wood were a little rotten, placed the only clean water cup in the two pairs of cups on the tea tray with the left hand, held the front handle of the original vermilion and now brownish-white kettle on the coffee table with his right hand, and held the middle of the spout with his free left hand, and the spout was parallel to the mouth of the cup, and the water flowed into the cup like a gurgling flow, and when pouring water, it was like a dragonfly dotting water, the speed was even, and it was quite a bit of a tea ceremony.

Seeing this scene, Dole's eyes were slightly sick, and then he turned his gaze and smiled at Qingyang, "Thank you, Uncle Qing." ”

Qingyang smiled, didn't say anything, turned around and walked towards the bedroom

Dole took off the hide, placed it in a corner of the room, found a chair, and sat down.

After a while, Qinghai held the bottom of the cup with his left hand, grabbed the ear of the cup with his right hand, served tea with both hands, and cautiously, walked over, brought the water cup to Dole, and said apologetically with a small face: "Big brother, I don't have tea at home, only water, I'm sorry." ”

With a smile on his face, Dole took the water cup and glanced at it, not surprisingly, the water was seven points full, just right, and said to Xiaohai in harmony: "Don't get in the way, big brother drinks the water poured by Xiaohai, two words, comfortable." ”

Qing Hai smiled happily, his big eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and this smile was so pure that it made people feel that there was nothing better in this world.

Dole's eyes were dazed, and he was speechless, thinking of the Lan Xin in Shengyin Village who was always in his ear and laughed like a lady in Zhang Scourge's words, and her smile should be so pure.

The sensible Qinghai noticed that Dole seemed to have something on his mind, so he stopped talking and sat down on a chair next to him obediently, holding his chin with one hand, looking at Dole, blinking with a pair of big eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

After half a ring, Dole came back to his senses, took a sip of cold water in the cup, and the cold water was in his mouth, but his heart was as warm as warm jade, and he was comfortable.

He raised his head and glanced at Qinghai, and found that the sensible child was looking at him for a moment, his eyes flashing, very complicated.

Dole laughed, "What are you thinking?" ”

"Big brother, is that the skin of the liger?" Qing Hai pointed to the rolled up animal skin in the corner of the wall with his little hand, and said uncertainly.

"Yes, it's a liger, how do you know?" From the tea ceremony that Qinghai had just performed, to the way he served tea, and now he saw that the animal skin was taken from the lion and tiger beast, which made Dol a little surprised, but he didn't have any wariness of Qinghai.

"I read it from the book, and it says that if the lion and tiger beast is not a monk, it cannot be defeated, big brother, are you a monk?" Qing Hai suddenly became excited, a cute little face flushed, and his eyes showed a look of hope.

Dole nodded, he had guessed the ins and outs of the whole thing, and his heart couldn't help but feel sour, and he was depressed, as if he was blocked by a stone, and it was difficult to breathe.

Next, Qinghai said something completely inconsistent with his age: "Since my eldest brother is a monk, he will definitely be able to cure my strange disease, I don't want to see my parents worry about me anymore, let alone drag them down, and now my family is already very embarrassed because of my illness." My father had to do the work of several people alone, getting up every day on three shifts, and coming back late at night, sometimes with injuries, I saw it in my eyes, and my heart was sad. But I can't help, I only know how to cry, I know it's useless, but I can't help it, only when I cry, my heart feels better, I'm really useless, I... I... I..."

Qing Hai's eyes were red, and tears kept rolling in his eyes. But he endured it desperately, suppressed, and didn't let himself cry, for fear that his parents would hear it, which made Dole's heart seem to be pinched hard.

Through these big red eyes, Dole seemed to see the helplessness in Qinghai's heart, which made him suddenly have a feeling of sympathy, wasn't he the same as Qinghai in the first place? And I was lucky. At least I met Li Ya and the old man, but this kid was...

Ever since Dole saw Qinghai. He found that the condition in this child's body was extremely bad, and the breath of life was passing all the time, and his ability could not help Qinghai at all.

Dor, who was depressed in his heart as if a mountain was pressing on it, stretched out his hand to gently wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes for Qinghai, and said softly: "Xiaohai, don't cry." Although the big brother can't help you, there are many strange people in this world, and there will definitely be a way to cure you. ”

Qinghai was smart and clever, and he knew the meaning of Dole's words, and his heart was lost. He raised his little face and said with hope, "Is what the big brother said true?" ”

Dole nodded heavily, not knowing what to say to comfort the poor child.

At this moment, he suddenly saw a half-exposed, pale golden mark under Qinghai's collarbone, which looked like a burning divine fire, with an ancient shape, ready to come out, lifelike, and his heart was shocked.

This is the reincarnation seal.

The unique mystic art of the Yan family in heaven and earth.

Dore has read many ancient books in the mountains, and it can be said that his knowledge is not much worse than that of those old antique characters.

The Yan family is a very ancient family, one of the eight bloodline families, and its power is not much better than that of the supreme family, and it is surprisingly big, and it is rumored that the Yan family is the descendant of a god in the primeval world.

The reincarnation seal is a mystical method that can only be performed by the people of the Yan family, this mystical method forcibly crosses the qi of one's own life and shares life with others, although it cannot reverse life and death, but it is also extremely rebellious, but the price is not something ordinary people can bear. Moreover, out of ten percent of the life qi, ninety percent will pass, and only one percent will enter the other party's body.

And the reincarnation seal can only be cast through the blood of close relatives.

"Could it be that the person who cast the Reincarnation Seal is Uncle Qing? No, if it was Uncle Qing, then before, he couldn't have been a little afraid of me, how could a monk who could cast the reincarnation seal be afraid of himself, a person who had just stepped into the ranks of monks? ”

"This person is not necessarily Qinghai's mother, maybe Qinghai's current parents are not related to him."

Dol couldn't figure out the reason, so he simply didn't think about it anymore, and sighed in his heart, he wanted to help Qinghai, but he felt very weak, and now even the people of the Yan family were helpless, so they could only cast the reincarnation seal and force the power of life, and the strange illness on Qinghai's body could not be cured by a half-tone monk like him.

"This world is raised by dogs and mothers, this God is blind, this world is unfair, unfair!" Suddenly, Dole remembered the words that Zhang Scourge stood on the big bluestone and often roared loudly...

"That's right." Dole muttered to himself, his fists clenched.

Dole didn't want to linger too much on this issue, for fear of causing Qinghai to be sad again, and began to change the topic and tell Qinghai some strange things recorded in ancient books.

Dole made witty remarks, occasionally making a grimace, and after a while, Qing Hai laughed frequently.

Children often seem to forget about those unhappy things much faster than adults, and now Qinghai's immature face is full of happy smiles, and he no longer shows that heart-wrenching sadness.

But is that really the case? Maybe Qinghai deliberately pretended to be unwilling to upset Dole.

Looking at this innocent smile, Dole's heart was full of sourness and helplessness, is there really no way to save this beloved child?

"After Li Yunfeng took the Qingtian Pill..."

At this time, Qingyang walked out of the bedroom, holding a stack of light blue cloth clothes and a pair of cloth shoes in his hand, he looked at Qinghai lovingly, and said softly: "Xiaohai, what are you talking about with your big brother, so happy." ”

"Big brother is telling a story to Xiaohai." Qing Hai's face was overflowing with a happy smile, and he looked at his father suspiciously, "Father, why are your eyes red?" "Oh, I was just packing up my clothes and I accidentally got my eyes blinded by dust. Xiaohai, your eldest brother is going to live in our house for a while, I will go to the backyard with him to clean up the room first, and if you get bored, go to the kitchen to help your mother. Qingyang squeezed out a smile unnaturally and disguised it.

The bedroom is only separated by a wall from here, how could Qingyang not hear what Qinghai just said, his heart seemed to be stabbed one after another, bloody, painful, and tears fell in a fucking anger......

Qinghai is still young, but he is unusually precocious, and he knows a little about human affairs, so how can he really think that his father has accidentally lost his eyes? It's just that he pretended that nothing was going on, nodded obediently, oh, grinned, carefree, jumped up, and ran towards the kitchen.

There is a kind of superficial happiness, which makes people sad to watch.

……

The backyard cottage didn't have much to tidy up, it was very clean and tidy, and it was obviously cleaned from time to time.

Qingyang looked at Dole, "Little brother, you can bring you another quilt." Dole shook his head, "No need to bother. "How can I do that, it's late autumn now, and the weather is getting colder." "Uncle Qing, I am a monk, so I am naturally not afraid of the cold, and I don't need to sleep on weekdays, as long as there is a place to meditate." As for the fact that he was a monk, Dole felt that there was nothing to hide, and Qingyang must have already guessed it.

"Little brother..."Qingyang's expression was complicated, and he almost wanted to speak, but he swallowed those words raw, and he was conflicted in his heart, not knowing whether to ask or not.

Some words are not broken, maybe it is still a hope, there is a thought, once it is pierced, it will be like water, it is difficult to collect.

Actually, Qingyang can see through and know that Dol can't do anything, but he would rather deceive himself, this is the human heart, this is the human feeling, it is complicated to the point of contradiction.

But in the end, he still said this very difficult sentence: "Little brother, is Xiaohai's illness really not cured?" ”

Qingyang's voice was deep and trembling, and his eyes were intense and full of hope.

Rao is now, he is still lying to himself, telling himself that if there is hope, there must be one!

Dore looked at these eyes, and suddenly had a feeling that he didn't dare to look at them, and his heart suddenly felt very depressed, and his soul seemed to tremble, but this strange feeling was fleeting.

Dole didn't think much about it, just thought it was an illusion, just thought it was his heart trembling, he pondered for a long time, shook his head, and said in a bitter voice: "I'm sorry, Uncle Qing, I can't do anything about it." ”

Dole's fists were clenched, his knuckles white.

That's what it is, cruel, ruthless.

Although, before, Qingyang had heard Dole say in the bedroom and had some psychological preparations, but now when he heard Dole's positive answer, his heart was overturned, and the waves were monstrous, and it was like a pool of stagnant water, and all thoughts were lost.

The air was full of gray colors, silent, silent, sad, suffocating, and painful.

"Uncle Qing..."After a moment, Dole wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to comfort him.

"Little brother, I'm fine, I want to go to the mountains alone to be quiet, tell Qing'er for me, don't wait for me to have lunch, just say I'll go to the town to do something." Qingyang was silent, his teeth clenched, his face turned pale, his fists clenched tightly, and after a long time, he said hoarsely, his face was a little whiter, his eyes were hollow, and his eyes were heartbreaking. (To be continued......)