This is the first time Zheng Qing has come to the "Hui Zi Ji". Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Huiziji is a bazaar that is very small in scale and has only one street.

The whole street is less than ten meters wide, roughly trapezoidal, and the loop is only two or three miles long.

The streets are lined with old shops, the doors are not neat, and one pharmacy even has a half-hidden door, and the windows are not even opened. Walking down the street, you can still see vendors at the mercy of the stalls in the slightly open places on both sides, which makes people feel that this market is negligent in management.

"We have a branch here, so you can take the time to come and watch it when I'm not around on weekdays. Mr. Wu walked in front and casually told Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing's mouth was hmming, but his eyes were fixed on the goods that the vendors on both sides of the street were fiddling with.

The horned worm, the three-headed big dog, the rabbit with the scorpion tail, and the mermaid lying in the bathtub, as if inadvertently breaking into the world of fairy tales, Zheng Qing opened his mouth, grabbed the corner of Mr.'s clothes, and looked at these bizarre pictures blankly, and did not feel much surprise in his heart, only very curious.

Mr. Wu was very satisfied with his performance, and even seeing a few bewitching little ladies on the street did not make the old gentleman's smiling eyes wider. He slowed down his pace, and as he walked, he gently introduced the shops on both sides.

"This 'authentic materia medica' mainly sells authentic crude drugs. Shangdang's Baishu ginseng, Shangzhou citrus aurantium, the gold in the Pleiades of the Suzhou, and even some Sichuan ginger, Shu pepper, licorice, the materials that are boiled and refined on weekdays can be found here. ”

"If you see a doctor and buy medicine, you have to go to the 'Rejuvenation Hall', the current hall owner is Deng Xiaoxian, not long after graduating from college, he originally wanted to go outside, but he was picked up by Mr. Deng and slipped back. His medicine hall is next to our bookstore, so you can go and check it out later. ”

"This 'Tomb Dictionary Soqiu' sells piles of old papers that no one reads. It's all tadpole inscriptions and oracle bone inscriptions, which are not interesting. ”

"You can come and walk around once in a while, and sell clothes. It's just that the styles are relatively old and not trendy, and I guess you don't have much interest. ”

While talking, Mr. Wu also exchanged hands with several old men from time to time and saluted.

Zheng Qing stood beside him obediently, glancing at a two- or three-year-old nurse not far away. The parents of the nurse child were gone, leaving only the little guy in a red belly pocket and pigtails, flying around and quacking in a toy wooden sword two feet long.

"Why doesn't he ride a broomstick. Following behind Mr., Zheng Qing touched his nose and looked at the little kid with envy.

"Because after a while his mother will come and beat him. If he rides a broomstick, his mother will whip him with a broomstick. The gentleman said in a comforting tone: "I can't walk the road, I just want to fly around, and it is easy to get beaten." ”

Zheng Qing always felt that there was something in Mr. 's words.

"Today you have your twelfth birthday, and I always want to give you a gift. Walking to the front of a shop, Mr. stopped, touched Zheng Qing's head, and said with a smile: "Don't refuse, the elder gives it, don't say no." ”

Zheng Qing grinned, unable to hide the excitement in his heart, without the slightest intention of refusing.

I don't know what gift the gentleman will give.

The group of small animals I saw before was very good, the three-headed dog and the manticore-tailed rabbit may be a little dangerous, and the family will definitely not let them be raised, and the little mermaid is still possible, so you can put a bathtub in the bedroom and change the water for her every day.

The candy house sold at the stall I just passed by is also good. The colorful garden houses, flowers, trees, insects, fish, birds and beasts, and even the little people who run from the house to the grass from time to time to play are all made of jelly beans, which look very delicious. It's just that this kind of gift is a consumable and is estimated to disappear after the birthday.

There is also a wooden sword flying around under the feet of that little kid, although it is too small to step on himself, but there is a hamster at home, so you can hang it on it and fly.

Before Zheng Qing could finish thinking about it, Mr. had already come out of the store.

He spread out his hand, handed it to Zheng Qing, and said with a smile, "This is your birthday present." ”

In the palm of his hand was a silver-white pocket watch with intricate patterns carved on it. At the touch of a button on the watch head, the case pops open, revealing the ticking hands inside.

Zheng Qing was pleasantly surprised by the result gift, but he was a little disappointed in his heart.

The gentleman pointed to his watch and said in a solemn tone: "You have to remember that your most precious treasure is your time. ”

Zheng Qing raised his head, a little confused.

"See my hand?" said the gentleman, flipping over his palm, revealing the wrinkled back of his hand. The back of the hand is sallow in color, and there are dots of age spots on it, which does not look pretty.

"Can you imagine how smooth and elastic these skins used to be? Now, they're dry. ”

"Between life and death is not a great horror, but a great thrill and excitement. The real horror is that you silently feel the passage of time, the aging of your body, but you can't do anything about it. ”

"When I was younger, every time I saw an old person, I would easily glance at them. Inattentive, it feels like they are far away from themselves. ”

"But as time ticked by, I was horrified to find that aging was so close to me. ”

"I'm not afraid of death, and I'm not afraid of aging. I only occasionally worry about my powerlessness. I can't afford to leave my own traces to prove the meaning of my life. ”

After returning from the Hui Zi set, Zheng Qing locked himself in the bedroom and practiced the runes frantically all night. So much so that the two dark circles under his eyes the next day startled the whole family.

It was also from this day that in addition to teaching Zheng Qing to practice runes, Mr. Wu taught Zheng Qing a set of guidance techniques.

According to the old gentleman, congenital deficiencies need to be consolidated.

The runes are solidified and guided to Peiyuan.

Therefore, the first thing Zheng Qing did every morning was to practice the guidance technique. Then before breakfast, before the lunch break, and before going to bed at night, copy dozens of runes.

In this way, the days slipped through the world like flowing water.

The feeling of the last headache gradually faded under the washing of time, so that it seemed like a dream, so that Zheng Qing himself couldn't be sure if he had those difficult days.

Zheng Qing is eighteen years old this year.

Studying with Mr. Wu did not take up much of Zheng Qing's time. According to Mr., everything in the world cannot be achieved if you want to be fast, and this is especially true of the path of seeking the Tao. Practice the guidance technique no more than three times a day, and practice no more than three hundred runes. If it is exceeded, it will lack energy and cause old diseases.

As an educational family, although the family no longer requires Zheng Qing to study hard, ordinary people's learning and life cannot be lacking. At the joint request of his family and husband, Zheng Qing completed elementary school, middle school, and even high school step by step.

He was saddened to find that he had really become the kind of person he had laughed at since he was a child: from elementary school to high school, he had been wandering around the neighborhood.

College must be a little far from home!

But no matter how far it is, it's not so far that you don't even know it.

Flipping out the admission letter in the bedroom, Zheng Qing returned to the living room.

Because at noon that day, when Zheng Qing's parents came home, they brought back a blonde guest.

From the brief conversation between his parents and this guest, Zheng Qing learned the origin of this foreign friend.

He's the interviewer sent by that weird First University.