A bright light burned the old time, a big movement touched the sensitive nerves of Xianxing County, that night the lights were on all night, people in a good mood even looked at the beggars on the side of the road were a little pleasing to the eye, rewarded some dough or money, the traffic on the road was non-stop, a lot of crying, a lot of laughter, the prisoner car passed by, the beggars were crazy to grab rotten eggs and rotten cabbage.

On the second day, there was a mess at the entrance of the street, and the children were playing in the streets, and the little beggars were envious when they saw it.

What envy......

The little beggar closed his eyes, and this sitting was the end of the day.

The wind was warm on this day and didn't freeze him to death, and the person on this day was okay and didn't take his life away.

Looking at the twilight sky, the little beggar thought blankly, because of his stupid handsomeness, there was a lot more dough around him than the other beggars, but now it was gone. Fortunately, there were no injuries on his body. However, there are a few weak and frail people at the mouth of the alley, and their identities will change when they appear in people's field of vision about tomorrow;

Leaning against the big banyan tree, the little beggar under the shade came back to his senses, tilted his body and stared at the head of the nest in his hand. He remembered that it was a girl who had forced it into herself, and as for the beggars, some of them had eaten and picked them up, thinking that they were dry and that water was scarce, so they left it for him.

pinched the nest head in his hand, it was broken, and for a long time, he still didn't eat a bite.

That old thing already knew. However, I also deserve it.

The little beggar closed his eyes, his eyes were uncomfortably dry, and he lay on his side, with no sorrow or joy on his face. There were several noises around him as he lay down, and he opened his eyes to see where the sound was coming from. It was an old beggar, as if he saw his thin body, the old beggar dragged his body and crawled over, watching him wake up and slowly crawl back, weighing and a little reluctant, with vigilance slowly crawled over again.

The little beggar glanced at the old beggar's appearance, looked at the nest in his hand to understand a little, and signaled, the old beggar was stunned, nodded, and the little beggar threw the thing in his hand without hesitation.

At this moment of life and death, it is a bodhisattva to eat, who cares about dignity and attitude, looking at the nest of old beggars full of strength, jumping up on his knees and pounced forward, holding the dough on the ground and gnawing three times, his eyes are full of bloodshots, looking at the things in his hands and biting them, the action is eager to swallow it directly, and it is a hundred.

The little beggar sat silently, motionless, the sun slowly set, the residual heat of the carnival of the stars slowly dissipated, and the high commoners once again showed kindness, but the beggar was probably dead, and the bully was full of oil.

The little beggar tore off the strip of cloth and wrapped it around his arm, and got up to leave.

He doesn't like the banyan tree; If it were possible, he would never come to Xianxing again for the rest of his life, and he would never go under this banyan tree again. Lifetime.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the empty alley, and he heard mournful music, which he had hummed before he died.

He is a human being, but he has nurtured him all his life.

And he, the kidnapped child, has also become a human tooth.

The little beggar shook his head absurdly, and wanted to cry. It's ridiculous. He was abducted by another group of people, and when he was about to sell, he was taken by the old thing, and he felt that the clever wanted to adopt, whether it was to collect the body for himself or inherit this son, it was a good deal.

In fact, the so-called "cleverness" is just an excuse for buying and selling, and the seller sees that the buyer likes it, and uses it as a wording to raise the price. The old thing saw it, it didn't break, and it still bought him.

When buying him, the second bald man opinion is the biggest, he is the second, after the old thing dies, he is the sky, what is it to pick up a child at this time? all kinds of discomfort inside and out, just want to resell him for the second time, because this matter is originally a gentle old thing instantly sank his face, a burst of skin and finally sacrificed the hole cards, either we two groups of people separate, or leave him!

The second bald man knew the ability of the old thing and bowed his head.

It is also true that he is "clever", when he was picked up, he was no different from a fool, he would not cry in swaddling clothes, he would not move, he would not be like him, he would not cause trouble, and everyone would not make trouble because of this; later, he was raised with goat's milk, and he would work at the age of four or five, and he would change children, what mother-son affection was deep, father and son were kind, and how to sell themselves, in short, there was not much place to use him, and everyone slowly endured this mouth; moreover, he was named an old man, and he ate all the old man, and whoever cared how much he ate and drank was useful.

After he grew up, the old man did not hide his life experience, I don't know if he was too lazy to make it up or too troublesome, when he was seven or eight years old, he sat on the bench and listened to the old man tell stories, the old man was hinting, he was smart, and he understood without explaining.

He didn't sleep well that night, he kept thinking about things, and slowly accepted it.

After all, when he was a child, the old thing only let him call himself Master, and the things he came into contact with also made him know that some children are born without parents, some should not be, and some are made "undeserved" by them.

When he was working, he envied those who were born well, didn't worry about anything, didn't have to starve, didn't have to be cold, and later he heard the old man say that he was originally a rich man, but because he was stupid and abandoned, he was turned over by the way, and it was to be used to do "tricks", such as "your child is dead", "your child has been taken away, and there it is." ”

Although the old thing doesn't do tricks, he knows a lot about it all the way up, and the reason why he knows it is not because of human teeth, but because of Po.

Po often does this, first, no one pursues it, and second, they think that I saved your life and let you live a few more days, so your life is mine, and there is no guilt in my heart when I do it, and I feel that I have done a good deed.

In this way, the old thing is not bad to treat itself.

When he grew up a little more, he began to understand the past of some old things, when he was over half a hundred years old, the second bald man worked with him for 20 years, I don't know what psychology he told him a lot of old man's past, saying that he was a wise man in a village, and he was also beautiful when he was a child, until he was in his twenties, he was a good man, admired by all directions, married a wife and had children, and lived a happy life, and then he didn't know what happened, he fell into this field, and began to do people's teeth in order to make a living.

I walked all the way to the street, looking at the little beggar with the leaf vein who suddenly turned yellow, and felt better, I don't know if I remembered the past, or because I had a leaf to bury me.

Sitting under the tree, the little beggar closed his eyes, felt his breath, and waited for the moment when it was broken. The old thing only let him escape, but did not let him have to live;

In fact, it is not wrong for him to call the old thing "Master", most of his knowledge in the past seventeen years has been taught by the old thing, and some of it was brought by them when they stole the child. Every time he gets the book, he will read it himself first, and then give it to him after seven or eight points are clear, and the two of them will not say a word in the process of reading, and then sit together after they have their own understanding, and play games with each other. At this time, the little beggar was full of strength, he liked it from the bottom of his heart, and the smile on his face was real.

But after he finished laughing, the old thing's eyes began to complicate, and he restrained his smile and sat aside to smoke a cigarette, pulled him to his side and patted him on the shoulder, finished the cigarette, and didn't say a word from beginning to end.

Later, the little beggar understood that he had pretended to be very good, but he was not "real" this time, and he was seen.

To tell the truth, after following the old thing for more than ten years, the little beggar admires him, and his knowledge and the truth he understands are even the white-haired "master" of the county school. Speaking of which, he obviously has the capital to be a man, but why does he want to go down here and do this dirty business.

Besides, if you do something, you can do it, the old thing still likes to persuade people to be kind, and when he teaches him to "be a man, the body must be upright", his face is full of seriousness, he smokes and is upright, he can't see the appearance of a person's teeth, his face is not red and his heart is not beating, no wonder the second bald man always said, "Township Chief, we will do it with you for this kung fu!"

At that time, Scarface's expression was very complicated, and he called him alone at night, asked him to kneel in front of him, and said mysteriously, "Boy, don't believe it, I have a good conscience in my life, and I probably have this sentence." What we do is angry and resentful, and we can't live long, but it's best to turn back!"

After saying that, he didn't say anything more, just smoked, but didn't let him get up, knelt down all night, looked at his back smoking, the little beggar was a little uncomfortable, and the next day, his nose was broken.

Hearing the news, the little beggar fainted, not knowing whether he was tired or frightened.

The little beggar smiled bitterly, sat down under the tree, and thought about where he would be buried when he died, and when he thought that he would not be able to die a clean death, he got up slowly, and began to look for a new grave. As soon as he moved, the little beggar frowned, and he was a little unaccustomed to wearing a burlap coat, and he felt uncomfortable when he walked.

The old thing cultivated him in the direction of your family, saying that he had something to take care of, and this name also made his food a lot better. But this is also useful to others, and has settled a lot of troubles, so other people have no opinions, but the embroidery girl will often touch into his room, teasing himself, touching his tender white face and taking off his pants and touching himself in front of him for a while, waves/screaming, or climbing into his bucket without clothes when taking a bath, if you can't stand her movements, stop it, maybe next time you will climb directly to the bed.

The old man knew all these things, looked at his body for a while, and then just smoked a cigarette and did not react. Later, when he grew up, the thing under him was useful, and several mothers-in-law had never eaten his little life, and they all wanted to try it, and they didn't hide it one by one, and the foul language teased him blushing, and the action was not shy at all with the laughter of a strong man, and it was used as an aphrodisiac/medicine, which became more and more impatient.

Seeing the appearance of their head scratching and posing, he was hot at first, but for some reason his nose suddenly became useful when he picked up his pants, and he felt uncomfortable when he smelled the fishy smell of sexual promiscuity, and ran away with his lower body, and he would never dream of a woman again in his dreams, and he woke up a few times because of this, and slowly it was useless underneath. The mothers-in-law who looked at him scratched their eyes and said that there was no entanglement, but the two bald people would always shake their heads pitifully when they looked at him, saying that he would never know the taste of happiness in his life, and he was not a boy anymore.

Every time he was humiliated by them, the little beggar would not move.

Are you considered men, and what happiness is there? Besides, what can you do if you become a monk, why do you have to find a mother-in-law, or you have to sing songs every night, and find a bullshit paradise in the world!?

Indulge in lust, make any excuse, you can't control your lower body, what's the point!

The old man didn't say a word when he looked at him, but that time the old man laughed, and secretly laughed while smoking under the tree, and his body was much stronger when he laughed. It seems that because he was happy, he noticed it.

The little beggar wanted to laugh inexplicably, he wished he was dead, and he regained his freedom to go out for a walk, but now that he is gone, he remembers his goodness. This man is dead, how can he be so nostalgic.

Thinking about it, he remembered the smile of the old thing again.

In fact, the old man has never laughed much in his life, nor is he angry, he just looks unfazed, sometimes although he can laugh, he can tell the truth from the fake when he hears it or looks at it closely. But that time, he remembered it very deeply, and he didn't dare to forget it until now.

Old thing, why did you die, my life still can't get rid of your shadow.

The yellow leaves fell, counting the textures on the veins of the leaves, the little beggar didn't say a word, walked a few steps forward, and suddenly he saw a yellow horse, and immediately there was a young man in a white robe.

The young man clinged to the willow branches, and the corners of his mouth were full of smiles.

"I spared your life, is that how you repay me?"

......

In the northern suburbs, the white-haired wind rolls up the debris of the sand, the whole silent forest is covered with snow, the heaven and the earth are covered in silver, looking from the south to the north, the endless dead trees no longer see the prosperity of the first day, only the four friends of the cold winter, stick to the last proud bones of the winter vegetation.

In the vast world, a young man in green clothes in the snow one foot deep and one foot shallow forward, his face is calm, his body looks a little haggard, a heavy dark color coat covered with a coat, the coat is a layer of snow, the retro felt hat becomes a hat shape, the style is simple, the weaving technique is a little complicated, the delicate spiral swings in a circle, the brown surface is dyed with a little residual snow and frost, it seems to be often cleaned, but not deliberately.

The young man's face is clean, there is a little sadness hidden between his eyebrows, he looks dark, his eyes scan the surroundings impatiently, he inhales a burst of cold air to suppress the restless heart, and the whole person looks extremely depressed, thickly calm, can't see through, profound.

Winding up along the snow road, the whole sky turned into blue-blue jasper, a few snow trees stood alone, separated by a certain distance, and then pushed back you could see a pale orange light, and the clouds overhead had a sheepskin texture, sparse and sparse, and small clusters were crowded together.

The sky had just brightened, and the mountains in the distance had not yet opened their eyes, but they could already feel the thick breath that was rushing to their faces.

The young man in Tsing Yi took three steps forward and looked up.

It was a willow tree, and the weeping willow branches were not dense, but it was also a rare spring color.

The reason why he cares about this place is not because of this willow, and he doesn't know why he is standing here, I don't know if he is looking at things and thinking about people, or he is missing the taste of the season.

It is the weeping willow of March.

Xing Yuan staggered half of his body and slowly left. The mountain in front of him had been waiting for him for a long time, and he couldn't wait any longer. Going up the stone steps layer by layer, the thick winter snow is like a layer of gauze, covering many things, and you can't see it, but you can still feel it clearly when you step on it. Maybe it's just stealing the bell, but it doesn't seem to be useless.

At the very least, he couldn't hear the bell.

Step by step, he took turns on the mountain, watching the little snowflakes floating in the air The boy was silent, one fell on his body, and his body shook one step upward, and most of them fell. The snow was so falling that he couldn't see it, but it had to fall in front of his eyes and show him. He was lost, and looking at the familiar Winter Mountain, he could no longer find his home, or he could not find it himself.

However, he will not look for Shougui, and Shougui will not want to see him at this time.

Plateau, barren meadows.

Looking at the pasture boy in front of him, he took off the hat on his head, took off his coat, and looked here. In early winter, young shoots emerge from the soil with a sense of momentum. There was also a faint sadness.

The grass grows in the winter mountain, and the cattle and sheep are coming, and it is out of place to keep this big bear here.

The melodious sound of the flute came from the high mountains, the frost and snow on the meadows receded, and as far as the eye could see, the smell of the prairie was everywhere.

The young man in Tsing Yi quickened his pace, he was afraid that it would be too late, the grass here would be overgrown, and Shougui would be gone. But at the thought of Shougui, his pace slowed again, and he still didn't want to see it. Stopped, sat on the steps and looked down, the appearance of the grass and trees gathered together into a human face.

That's Mrs. Xiangxiang.

Under the light and shadow, it was all her figure.

The boy got up, looked at the ground and bowed silently. He didn't know why he bowed, but he just bent down and made that solemn bow.

Retracting his gaze, the boy reflexively climbed the mountain road. The road was very long, in a blink of an eye, but it was very short, and when he arrived at the Winter Mountain, he saw that it was full of snow.

Standing in place, Xingyuan didn't know what to think, walked to the side peak, and looked at the two beam bridges next to the big stone. A delicate bear bridge, a rickety iron cable.

The sun shone down from the mountainside of Xiaoqingshan, and a bright light was left on the snow, and the young man in Tsing Yi sat on the ground, grabbed a handful of snow, and tasted the bitter taste.

Sweet;

Persistent melon took a sip, realizing the refreshing sweetness, a rare smile appeared on his numb little face, a smile, he looked much more immature, clean and white with a little face.

Rubbing his hands, the boy sat quietly in the frost and snow, prepared for some movements, and boiled a pot of water in front of him. The water vapor rose, warming the boy's body, and slowly, the water became hot.

A place in the wilderness, alone.

Heavy snowfall, a pot of hot water.

He set it aside with the kettle, and the firewood underneath him burned into black charcoal. The young man sorted out the charcoal, drank a sip of hot water, and the hot decoction slid down his throat, and his heart was hot, and his limbs and bones slowly warmed, but his heart slowly cooled.

After drinking a pot of hot water, leaving the last cup, the young man in Tsing Yi looked at the bridge cable in front of him, it was still like that, desolate, steep, and the backbone of the iron frame was even more bent, and it would roll down at some point, connected to the bridge cable, and never be seen again.

Leaning on the stone boy's lazy figure, shaking the utensils in his hand, there were a few crystal snowflakes falling from the sky floating on the warm hot water, reflecting a bright sun on the water surface, not dazzling, it looked quite gentle.

Looking at Xiongqiao Xingyuan on the other side and didn't speak, he had to wait.

Wait until the stars shift, when the day tears apart and the night reigns again, he has to wait for it.

Without speaking, the boy drank the sun from his cup and waited in silence.

Dressed in a robe, with a hat, he is Xingyuan, looking forward to the moonlight, just waiting for the big white bear, the one who said he wanted to stay, the stupid bear. Xing Yuan smiled, and as soon as the flute was blown for no reason, the snow flew in the back mountain.

But the September wind is a little cool at this time.

The clouds and mist are misty, the back mountains, and the springs and streams.

Sitting on the rock, Shougui moved his ears, listened to the flute and was a little irritable, stretched out his hand and pulled it in front of the snowy mountain, a large piece of snow fell down, sinking into the soft snow layer, and stepping on it was very solid and grainy.

At the beginning of the sun, the pale yellow halo slanted down, Shougui scratched his head, and shook step by step, and the white frost and snow slipped from his body, revealing a brown-black fur.

With his head down, Shougui was depressed, feeling the wind blowing in the distance, it squinted its eyes slightly, and its deep eyes were a little cloudy, looking like a bowl of dirty water with mud, but there were no impurities.

Sitting on the snow, Shougui breathed softly, looking at the warm but cold golden cicada it was motionless, not knowing what it was thinking, a little lost its soul, and its whole body was floating.

Picking up some snow and rubbing it in the palm of its hand, it wondered where it came from and where it was going.

When it was dark, Shougui got up slowly, turned around and waved his thick bear paw on the snowy mountain behind him, the thin snow was blown away by the wind, revealing a large space inside, a deep hole.

This hole is not big or small, and it just happens to be filled by Shougui.

Looking at the decoration in the tree hole, Shougui was stunned, hanging at the door, not knowing whether to go in or go out.

Raising its head and looking around, the moonlight behind it was obscured by its body, and only the slightest wisp escaped from the encirclement and landed on a corner of its side. It's dark. Very down-to-earth.

Looking at the tree cave in front of him, Shougui showed a faint smile, as if he was relieved, as if he was sad, his palm was gently brushed in front of him, and a familiar face seemed to appear in front of him in the tears.

Shougui was stunned, he didn't know what he was thinking, the environment in front of him was pitch black, like a faint thick ink, thick and stacked. It couldn't see anything, its eyes swept inside, not knowing what it was catching. Shougui thought about it, but he couldn't figure it out, but the environment here made it feel familiar, every palm and every foot was familiar, so familiar that it could affectionately call out the name of every part.

This is the beam, this is the bed, this is the table, this is the window...... Shougui counted in the dark, Wudi was a little uncomfortable, moved his ears that were a little white, and drilled forward.

Although it is not cold outside, the temperature inside the house is warmer than outside, like an invisible sun, spreading warm currents, lazy like spring.

— but it hasn't been in the spring for a long time.

Shougui scratched his ass unnaturally, unable to understand, but he couldn't think about it, so he sat in place in a tangled way, patting his head, a little upset. Shougui didn't want to think about it, patted his head and left, shook off the snow behind him, stuffed his body into the hole, and when it filled the gap in front of it, it turned around and sealed the hole behind it with snow.

It was dark, and the last rays of moonlight were gone in the hollow of the tree.

Shougui stretched out his hand and patted it in front of his eyes, fumbling around the wall with his memory, and expertly lit the hanging candle. Looking at the fire in front of him, Shougui stretched out his hand to take care of it, the flame swayed and burned, Shougui smiled stupidly, sat on the ground, and stared at the fire in his heart.

Under the spark, Shougui saw the furnishings of the house, no, they were all obscured by the container of honey.

With that subtle light, Shougui looked at it for a while, and his eyes were full of these, and the jars of honey looked the same, but the light white color changed slightly differently under the firelight, some were more crystalline, some were richer, and some were precipitated and accumulated at the bottom of the bottle. Walking between the bottles and cans, Shougui expertly weighed their weight, then slapped the seal hard, and only stopped when he smelled a burst of honey.

Shaking the honey in his hand, Shougui didn't think about eating it, the fire was constantly bright and dark, and the color of the honey was slowly changing, as if it was volatilizing, slowly dimming, and losing its original quality.

Shougui's expression remained unchanged, and he slowly sealed it again.

Stuffy. It held its breath, frowned, looked a little uncomfortable, hurriedly turned around and opened the seal, blew a gust of winter wind, did not feel cold, re-covered the hole in the tree hole, the thick hair on its body was messy, but inexplicably kind.

This is its home from the outside.

It should keep something to keep it, so that its heart can be steady.

Shougui patted his stomach and was happy, and before he knew it, tears slid down his face and flowed onto the snow, but they condensed into frost.

Today is the first quarter moon, not bright, but sad.

Month......

Shougui scratched his buttocks, it wanted to Guanghan Palace. It is said that the Guanghan Palace is cold, but I don't know how cold it is, the emperors often leave a place in the palace, let the concubines who have fallen out of favor go in to live for a while, and then take her back when they think of her, it is said that the eunuchs call it the cold palace. I don't know which one is colder and which one is colder, this cold palace or the Guanghan palace.

The big white bear moved its ears, and the sound of the flute in the back mountain was tireless, and it circled around its ears, and every time it blew its own hair, it wilted, and the snow fell down in large pieces, not seeing the cold, nor necessarily painful, but it had to make it and the snow a color, what else was conspicuous?

Shougui threw away the snow, just pressed on the frost that flowed out of Shicai, it moved its ass to the side, ate a few snow balls, stretched out its hand and scratched its ears, the flute was too mournful, no father and no mother knew to cry all day long, so that he didn't know how to be happy.

The big white bear had some resentment, got up and walked around the snow, circled around, and waited until he was in a better mood before he stopped and looked at the familiar environment in front of him.

It was a tree, bald, with its branches and leaves clubbing, and the snow on the ground had buried all the roots, and it had been buried in clinging shapes.

This summer tree is not frost resistant in winter.

Shougui picked his teeth, but couldn't pick out anything, walked under the tree and looked up, but saw an old friend, no, it should be said that it was a legal couple.

The big bear smiled, shook his body, refreshed, his hair was black and bright, and he looked at the big bumblebee nest swaying in the tree and rubbed his palms, and he was not in a hurry to do it, just smiled obscenely there, attracting attention.

Once upon a time, it was explained when it was with the abyss. This stealing honey and stealing honey, the bees are not stealing any honey! Can the bees produce so much honey a year that they can eat it all? Therefore, the honey must always go to their own hands, if they go to get it in advance, and cause a little "accident", the honey will be tasteless in their hands, so they have to toss it and leave a few bags, which is a happy thing!

Shougui stretched its muscles, leaving no traces on the clean snow under the moon, but it waited for a long time, tilted its head and did not see the bees come out, quietly, the whole honeycomb hung on the top of the head, as if it was within reach.

The great white bear glanced at the honeycomb among the branches of the trees in disappointment, lost its momentum, and lay down on the snow, leaving a large figure of a brown bear on top of the floating snow. It had forgotten how long it had been here, but if it were, the bee would never go, and now the oldest thing it could remember was the bag that had been stung by the bee and he was stupidly eating honey in the snow.

At that time, no matter how far away its home was, the distance between it and honey would not change. The mountains of their area are complex, a jungle with a few trees, mountain streams are connected to mountain streams, and they move from time to time, and every time they look for honeycombs, they have to look for half a day.

Right now...... There is only one frost and snow here, and this is the place where you leave the door, and the honey is still there when you arrive. Is the honey "picked" like this still called stealing, it has to be robbed!

Shougui doesn't understand, it thinks it understands everything, and now it doesn't understand anything!

It was sleepy, tired. On this snowy day, this brown bear deserves to sleep, so why don't you come out and run around......

But winter is coming, are you just leaving?

Does that mean it's time for me to go?

Do I still have to keep home......

Who should I wait for......

The bear slept like a pig in the snow, and the abyss not far away waited for a day of spring and autumn, closed his eyes, and wisps of green smoke floated out of the teapot.

This time, he also kept his home.

Wait for it, come back.