It turned out that the old beggar had been begging since he left Baiyang Village two years ago, and it was not until the past two days that he came back to Baiyang Village. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Begging in the village during the day, finding a place to sleep at night, the weather in September, lukewarm, the old beggar didn't know if he was hungry in the middle of the night or what the reason, anyway, he was caught in a grain field in the village, and this land was the land reserved by the richest Anwa family in the village.

This Anwa is the boss, and there are all the babies below, the tethered baby, and the three brothers, and they don't know what kind of business they do, anyway, one is richer than the other, and the family is the first to install a big iron door, and the first to buy a TV.

But there is money is rich, but the heart is not good at all, every other day you can hear the news of their three brothers, today this beats, tomorrow and that family trouble, this morning, the three brothers do not know which tendon is wrong, actually went to their own land early in the morning, just met the old beggar lying on the edge of their own land, the bud in the field, was overwhelmed a large piece, and there are many spoiled buds, scattered all over the ground.

The three people who have never suffered a loss, how can they stand this anger, the old beggar was punched and kicked by the three of them in a daze, I heard that a few teeth were knocked out, and they leaked when they spoke, and finally stopped under the persuasion of the villagers passing by, but the three brothers of Anwa also made conditions, either to lose money or to be killed.

The old beggar shouted that it was not the bud rice he wasted, but in exchange for another beating, and finally helplessly, the old beggar asked the third aunt to come to his father for help.

When the father arrived, the old beggar was curled up beside the bud rice field, his mouth full of blood, his body trembling, and the three Anwa brothers were sitting or standing with cigarettes in their mouths, talking majestically to the onlookers of the villagers.

"Oh, blacksmith, does he really know you?"

It was the eldest Anwa who spoke, watching her father come over and handing over a cigarette with a smile. Father's face was pale, but he stretched out his hand not to hit the smiling man, took the cigarette, and before he could ask, Anwa first cried with a bitter face, and he couldn't wait to say that a few square meters of affected bud rice was an acre, making it clear that the first salute and then the soldiers were going to blackmail the money.

"It's not like it's a man, it's like a black blind man or a wild boar is overpowering."

Father said lightly, Anwa was still smiling, but the tone was a little unkind.

"I don't care what it is, all I know is that when our three brothers came over, I saw him lying here."

The father looked at the poor old beggar curled up aside, and in his heart he still had the intention of bickering, and in disgust he cleaned his pocket, and finally saved the old beggar.

My father took the old beggar home, but the old beggar didn't come into the house, so he just curled up under the poplar tree in front of my house, squinting at the little sunlight shining through the leaves, and actually smiled. In desperation, my father could only compromise.

My father brought him some porridge and hot water, wiped the blood for him, and fed him some food, and then helped him to lean against the tree and said:

"I know that bud is not your scourge, why don't you explain?"

The old beggar seemed to be very comfortable in the sun, and he didn't seem to hear my father at all. The opening pleaded:

"Can you give me a cigarette, dry tobacco is fine."

Unless the croppers meet red and white ceremonies or rich people like Anwa, they are almost all smoking, the father sighed, pulled down the cigarette pouch around his waist, and the old beggar groped for himself to take out a dry tobacco pot from the loose trouser pocket behind him, the father was a little surprised, but did not ask much, and carefully installed the tobacco pot for him.

The old beggar took a puff, coughed, coughed up a mouthful of blood, smiled bitterly, and simply put the smoking pot aside and stopped smoking. When my father saw this, he felt uncomfortable again, and scolded "****" in a low voice. The old beggar didn't mind at all, but asked with a smile:

"Something?"

My father's face was red, and he seemed a little embarrassed to be asked by the old beggar, but when he thought of his suffering son and sad wife, he still said cheekily:

"Alas, it's still my son's business, he keeps eating, he keeps losing weight, and he has ......"

Speaking of this, my father's eyes were red and a little sentimental. The old beggar nodded lightly and spoke:

"Well, the cause that took possession of your house two years ago is the fruit today. Hold it out and show it to me again. ”

After a while, my mother and father carried me out of the house, and the old beggar took me from the scrawny and laughed twice, as if to tell me, and seemed to be talking to my parents, more like talking to himself.

"It's good to catch up, it's good to catch up. The debt of two years ago has been completely repaid today. ”

After that, he took out the smoking pot that was still burning, knocked out the unburned tobacco inside, and then unscrewed the cigarette holder and handed it to my mother.

"A drink and a peck, two years ago, I took a bottle of wine from your family, and today I used this to offset the account, although it is dirty, it can be of great use to your children, go back and wear it with a red rope and hang it around his neck."

This cigarette holder is white and green, and it has been smoked into yellow, and it is no longer possible to see what material it is, and the most terrible thing is that there is a smell of dry smoke in the distance. Hang this thing on the neck of your baby, I'm afraid that few parents are willing, and the mother is anxious, so she asks out loud right away.

"Master, who are you?"

The old beggar was a little bitter in embarrassment, and when he saw his parents' reluctant looks, he sighed lightly and said:

"I want to help others ward off evil spirits in addition to food!"

Mr! On our side, only the school teacher and the skilled warlock are called sir, and no matter how stupid the parents are, they know the identity of the old beggar. Put away the cigarette holder at the moment. The mother insisted on taking the old beggar to the hospital, but was stopped by the old beggar. He carefully touched my forehead with his dirty hand, and said for a long time:

"This baby of yours is not ordinary, but the most eccentric sky lantern life! Have you ever heard of a moth fighting a fire? I and these filthy things were attracted to him in the dark, no wonder, no wonder, I laughed at why I always like to come to your village. ”

"Sir! You say my baby is dirty? ”

Parents love their children, my mother almost ignored the old beggar's previous words, and directly said the point, the voice of surprise was raised a lot, the old beggar smiled and waved her hand to signal her not to worry, and continued to explain:

"Yes, it's something that has been calamity like me, it's just that it's not lonely to have a companion before leaving, and it's worthy of this ability."

After that, the old beggar put away his grinning appearance, took out some cigarette ash from the smoke pot, stirred it with saliva, and smeared it on my forehead, limbs, and navel, and then I didn't know what to say, and in less than a moment I began to cry, and between my mouth opening and closing, a transparent object the size of a needle flew out of my mouth and into the old beggar's eyebrows. My parents screamed in shock.

"It! It's gone to your eyebrows! ”

The old beggar shook his head to indicate that it was all right, and then he smiled lazily again, and handed me back to my mother.

"Okay, it's fine, remember to hang the cigarette holder on the child's neck when you go back, you can keep it safe for five years!"

My father took me happily, while my mother asked with some concern:

"Sir, what the hell is this thing, what should I do if it runs to your eyebrows, I can't make you suffer to save my child."

"It's not in the way, it's just a wisp of ghostly energy, I have a way to solve it, but it's you, hurry up and take the child home, so as not to cause the wind and cold again."

Saying this, my parents hurried back to the house, and when my parents settled me and went out again, I didn't see the old beggar again. Three days later, the village people rumored that a beggar died in the back mountain, and my parents went over to see that it was really him, so I probably guessed that he should have blocked the disaster in order to save me, but unfortunately, my parents did not know his name in the end, so they had to engrave the tomb of Wang Yiyi's benefactor on the stone tablet.

The death of the old beggar really made my parents feel sad and guilty for a while, until I became an adult, and every time I talked to my parents about it, the two of them were embarrassed.

After that, my health improved day by day, and after three months, I began to be alive and kicking like a normal person, but I had an ugly and unpleasant smoking pot spout hanging from my neck with a red rope. Almost every time I was beaten, it was because I ripped off the mouth of the smoking pot, and my parents seemed to be very taboo about it, but at that time, how did I know that this thing was very important, almost so to speak, related to my life and death, until my seventh birthday.