The blizzard gradually stopped, and the crushed branches, the things that were blown down, were dented in the thick snow, and the whole street looked a little messy. The snow was more than two inches thick, and it was white and covered the whole town, as well as the endless fields.

It was just dawn when I saw an old man from the north of the field, a thin man with a goatee, a wrinkled face, and gray hair on his temples. The old man, wearing a hat on his head, an old gray gown, and a light blue crescent canvas bag hanging on his right shoulder, was walking towards the south.

The old man seemed to have a clear goal, it was the little mud house. When he was about to arrive at the small earthen house, he saw that the door of the earthen house was wide open, and it was dark inside, and suddenly, the old man was happy in his heart and sped up his steps. As soon as he arrived, the old man froze and saw a man in a brown military uniform lying on the threshold, with a large pool of uncovered blood stains under him, and the military uniform on his back was black and red stained with blood.

Suddenly, the old man looked around with a cautious face, carefully bypassed the corpse of the private, and walked into the dark room on guard. As soon as he entered the door, there was a strong smell of blood, and the old man hurriedly took out a match from his pocket, wiped it, and the fire flickered brightly. I saw that under the flickering firelight, five people in military uniforms covered in blood fell to the ground horizontally, their postures were different, their faces were distorted, and their faces were mixed with blood and dirt, and there was no face to speak of. When I looked up, I saw a man covered in blood lying on the kang head, and his face was even more frightened. The old man was just about to step forward, ignoring a burning pain from his fingertips, and the flickering fire was suddenly extinguished, followed by darkness and dead silence.

The old man hurriedly struck another match, and suddenly, the furnishings in the room shimmered in front of the old man's eyes again. The old man looked around and saw an oil lamp on the blood-stained table, and the old man hurried forward and lit it with a match that was about to burn out.

Suddenly, the whole room lit up, and the old man looked at the man covered in blood on the kang head, and muttered to himself: "Alas! ”

As soon as the words fell, the old man looked around and saw a bucket under the table, and hurriedly took out a kettle from the crescent cloth bag, ready to receive water. Suddenly, a slight sound of breathing came, and the old man held his breath in horror and listened carefully. After a while, the old man hurriedly picked up the oil lamp and walked towards the kang, and the dim corner of the kang was illuminated. I saw a baby boy in a black Tang costume lying on the corner of the kang, and there was an even breathing sound. The old man hurriedly put down the oil lamp, walked around the corpse on the kang head to the corner of the kang, and leaned over to look at the baby boy, who was sleeping peacefully and breathing evenly.

The old man couldn't help but think of his own life experience, felt pity, and picked up the baby boy with a look of pity, just got off the kang, but saw the dark red crystal on the baby's chest full of blood stains, vaguely saw something inside, hurriedly pulled the quilt and wiped it, and adjusted a well-lit place to prepare to watch carefully. I saw that there were a few crimson textures in the dark red crystal, which looked very much like some kind of text, and the old man stared at it for a moment before finally seeing that the texture in the crystal was twisted to form two fonts: Baishan.

The old man saw it amazingly, and said in his heart that it was really ingenious. Suddenly, the old man frowned, his heart was shocked, and he only felt a cold current from his fingertips and spread all over his body, he couldn't help but shiver, and hurriedly let go of the hand holding the crystal.

As soon as the old man let go, he saw the baby boy suddenly open his eyes, and a pair of clear eyes looked at the old man curiously under the dim light. The old man couldn't help but be stunned by the baby boy who opened his eyes in his arms, and couldn't help but look at the dark red crystal, his heart was full of countless doubts.

The old man didn't even have time to blow out the oil lamp, so he hurried out with the baby boy in his arms, stood in front of the small mud house and looked around, stepping on the creaking snow and walking quickly towards the south.

The old man walked through the potholed fields, passed by the dry and sparse jungle, and when the sky was dark, he saw the old man stop in front of a mountain, looked down at the sleeping baby boy, looked up at the mountain, his eyes gradually blurred, and a tear fell silently.

The old man's name is Yuan Shuqing, born in Xianfeng for four years, when he was young because of the war and separated from his relatives, only nine years old he can only survive by begging for a hundred meals, begging for a few years he has suffered a lot of cold eyes, only the world is declining, the world is cold, but the heart is becoming more and more tenacious, not with the crowd. In the autumn of the fifteenth year, he was taken in by a large family surnamed Qi and became a handyman in the house, because he was pitied by Mrs. Qi, the men hated him day by day, and often used him for amusement inexplicably, but he felt that all this was not as bitter as he had been begging for a few years. Until that night, Qi's house was stolen, and the housekeeper personally led people to catch the thief, and all the maids and men in the whole house gathered together, but Yuan Shuqing was not seen. The housekeeper led people to break into the man's room, only to see that the original tree was sleeping soundly on the Chase bunk, and a corner of a black cloth bag was exposed under the pillow, and the housekeeper ordered someone to take it and find out, and everyone looked at the things in the cloth bag and were dumbfounded, and there were several pieces of gold and silver jewelry inside, which were stolen from the house. The housekeeper was extremely angry, kicked Yuan Shuqing, who was still asleep, and ordered someone to tie him up in the hospital and be poisoned and punished. Yuan Shuqing, who was speechless, was full of tears, and glanced at Master Qi sitting in the rocking chair, and at Mrs. Qi standing next to him.

Mrs. Qi's eyes were full of pity, and she said to Master Qi: "Master, forget it, just a few pieces of daughter's jewelry, it's not worth much, you see that this child is the same size as Xiang'er, and besides, he has suffered so many sins......"

Before Mrs. Qi's words fell, Master Qi looked at Yuan Shuqing expressionlessly, waved his hand and said, "Steward Liu, let it go, let him not step into the house in the future." After speaking, the two maids got up and left slowly.

When the housekeeper saw Master Qi walking away, he whipped Yuan Shuqing fiercely, and said with a sneer: "Boy, if it weren't for Madame's intercession, I would have killed you today." ”

Yuan Shuqing was lifted out of Qi's house by two men and thrown into the street, he was in rags, covered in dozens of bloody wounds, and his skin and flesh turned out. The autumn breeze at night was slightly cool, and his trembling body and two legs walked slowly towards the outside of the town aimlessly. When he walked to a wheat field outside the town, he couldn't move half a step anymore, and fell headlong into the wheat field next to him. He curled up in a ball, shivering incessantly, the pain was numb, and he only felt hungry in his belly and chills all over.

In a trance, I saw a gray-haired, gray-clothed, hand-held tail, about an old man. Lao Dao glanced at Yuan Shuqing, who was curled up in the wheat field, took out a small turquoise bottle from his clothes, put a drop on his index finger, and wiped off the skin of Yuan Shuqing's mouth. Yuan Shuqing only felt a warm stream spread throughout his body, and suddenly he no longer felt so cold and hungry.

"Do you hate them?" asked Lao Dao, leaning over with a kind face.

"Don't hate. Yuan Shuqing bit his somewhat chapped lip, his eyes full of determination.

"Oh, why?" asked Lao Dao with a smile on his face.

Yuan Shuqing's eyes gradually blurred, and he lowered his head and whispered: "Because when I didn't have anything to eat, they gave me a bite to eat." ”

Lao Dao looked pleased, stroked Yuan Shuqing's head and said, "Are you willing to come with me?" I will take you to a place where there is no war and no pain. ”

"What kind of place is that, can you fill your stomach there?" asked Yuan Shuqing curiously.

"Yes. Lao Dao said with a smile on his face.

It is a big mountain like a ghostly axe, its mountain cliffs and strange peaks, steep and precipitous, there is only a path leading to the halfway up the mountainside, there is no road above the mountainside, the mountainside is concave in half, and a small earthen house is built on the platform; there is a spring at the foot of the mountain, which flows down from one side of the mountain, and its spring water is clear and quiet; this mountain is almost isolated from the world, far away from war, far away from strife, until there is no human population in a radius of tens of miles. Yuan Shuqing vaguely remembered that the old road mentioned it once, and the name of this mountain was called Nanshan.

Lao Dao only spent a year with Yuan Shuqing and died, and Yuan Shuqing buried Lao Dao under a green pine on the mountainside with tears, which was also Lao Dao's last wish. Begging for a few years honed a tenacious character, in order to repay the kindness of that year's support, Yuan Shuqing stayed in Nanshan to guard the spirit of the old Tao until the Republic of China. Outside, there is a lot of war, and the dynasty has changed, but here it is peaceful and peaceful. And he lived a simple life and had no quarrel with the world.