At night, the little mute followed the old blind man with a lamp, and walked in this nameless cemetery in the wilderness, the old blind man did not carry a stick, and the little mute did not carry a lamp. Because the old blind man has been gone for so many years, he will not go wrong, and the little mute only knows how to follow the old blind man.

At first, the little mute was quite scared, and when he was a child, he heard the big children in the neighborhood tell such strange stories about ghosts and ghosts.

The old blind man took him by the hand, and when he saw that his hands were covered with sweat, he told him that these buried people were all people whom their relatives and friends had never seen again. Since then, the little mute has never been afraid again.

The little mute's surname is Mao, his name is Jingrun, and his father and mother died early. After some time with the meager fortune left by his father, he realized that if he wanted to survive, he had to find a job.

The young man couldn't do the hard physical work on the dock, so he went to work for a restaurant for a short time, and the host was kind enough to take him in at first.

But several times the little mute neglected the guests because he couldn't speak, thus delaying the business of the owner.

The little mute felt very guilty, although the owner didn't say anything, but the little mute couldn't help it, so he took the initiative to leave and came to this cemetery to be a night watchman.

Most of the night watchman's job is that the old man knows that his time is short, he does not burden his children and grandchildren, and he cannot do any physical work, so he comes to do this unpopular errand.

When I first came to this place, there was only the old blind man who guarded this large cemetery, and all his belongings were a small thatched hut.

The little mute only knew that the old blind man's surname was Ou, that he had no children and no daughters, that he was disabled, and that the old blind man had been the night watchman of this cemetery for as long as he could remember.

"Jingrun, after this trip, let's go back and rest." The two came to a small thatched hut not far from the cemetery, which was in tatters but could also shelter from the wind and rain.

The little mute stood at the door, looking at the starry sky in the sky, and thought that he should be like the old blind man in the future, going around this place all his life, starting from here and ending here, just like this, but for a long time.

But looking at the bright night sky and feeling that the sky and the earth are big, I feel that everyone in the world is not going back and forth here like this, and it is good to be able to have food and clothing.

"What's the matter, don't come in yet, are you going to be a living bodhisattva to relieve these mosquitoes?" The old blind man quipped without turning around, and lit the lamp on the windowsill.

The little mute looked at the lamp and smiled innocently, he knew that it was since he came that this thatched house ushered in the light of the night, and he only felt that there were still people in this world who missed him, and it was already good.

The little mute came into the room and brought a small bench, sat down at the desk, picked up the book of "Spring and Autumn Miscellaneous Treatises" that the old blind man had given him yesterday and read it.

The little mute did not know why a blind man had a room full of books, and when he came, the old blind man began to teach him to read and read at night, and the little mute also cherished this rare opportunity, and put in his heart all the words that the old blind man said.

"In the one hundred and seventy-third year of the Spring and Autumn Period, Emperor Wu of Xia accepted the world in the center, became the Xia Kingdom, and ruled the world. The whole world is not the king's land. ”

"In the seventy-ninth year of the Xia calendar, King Xia Jin attacked the reckless wilderness and won a great victory, but he also broke his muscles and bones, and the Xia Kingdom was in chaos. King Wuwei led more than 1.2 million to break through the Xiandu overnight, but left overnight, retreated from the south of the Yunhe River, and established the Huaguo, and the two countries were ruled separately from then on. ”

"Why did King Wuwei gain such a big advantage, but retreated to the south of the Yunhe River, could it be that he was thinking of the old love between the monarch and the minister" The little dumb man was puzzled, took the old blind man's hand, and wrote one stroke at a time.

"King Wuwei is not a good stubble, it was Xiangguo who had a conversation with him that night, and he withdrew."

"What did they say?" The little mute was a little curious, and continued to write in the old blind man's hand.

The old blind man's eyes were vacant, and he paused and said, "These things are not what you should know now. The little mute could only give up, let go of the old blind man's hand, and continued to look.

"After reading it, remember to practice the horse step for two hours." After that, the old blind man turned over to bed, and after a while, the snoring was rolling like thunder.

Mao Jingrun finished reading what he was going to read today, picked up two iron scales and tied them around his waist, the so-called horse step is the waist, the waist is connected to the torso of the human body, which has extraordinary significance for the whole person

。 The little mute meticulously tied up the horse's steps, and at first it was fine, but he felt that his waist was heavy, and his legs were also heavy.

After about a moment of touching a stick of incense, the little mute felt that his waist was sore, and his legs were constantly pulling down like a demon from hell, as if he was about to be pulled into the eighteen layers of hell as soon as he relaxed

。 The little mute was covered in sweat, he bit his lip, his eyebrows tightened, he lifted his waist that was unconsciously lowered, and used his strength again, and he was firmly on the ground.

After an hour, the little mute had forgotten all his feelings, and there was only one voice in his head telling himself: Persistence, persistence, you must persevere, I have nothing left, and I must do what the Master has given me......

After a while, the old blind man heard that the little mute's disordered breath had become even, and he knew that he had passed out, and his face couldn't help but feel a little lost, as if he was talking to himself: "It's already very good, and after persevering for an hour and a half, it's still congenitally weak." However, this child is resolute by nature, and he is also a malleable talent. ”

Randomly he was about to help the faint little mute up, he probed his hands to the ground, but only touched the little mute's stiff legs.

He looked into the little mute's eyes in shock, making sure he had passed out, but still in the posture of Zama

"The children can be taught, and the children can be taught!" The old blind laughed, and immediately moved the little blind man to the bed, and kept rubbing the little mute's muscles and acupuncture points with both hands to help him relax his muscles and dredge his muscles and bones.

The little mute felt that he had a long dream, and at first, he dreamed that the various acupuncture points on his body were warm, and there seemed to be a stream of air flowing in his whole veins, starting from one place and ending in the same place, just like he and the master set off from home and returned home every day, and every time I returned to the starting point, I would feel a sense of peace of mind.

Then, I dreamed that I was like the immortal in the book, walking with a sword, with thousands of green mountains under my feet, and even the spring breeze was chasing me, dreaming of this, the little mute smiled unconsciously.

In the end, the little mute dreamed that when he was a child, he was an ordinary child in a small town, his father was a sugar maker in the town, and when he was a child, children from other families always envied that he could eat sugar from time to time.

Dad said very little, and he was very busy, and the most he said when he saw the little mute was: "Run'er, eat sugar." ”

As for the mother, the mother is a hard-working woman who weaves cloth for the rich and noble, he remembers that the mother is always very warm when she smiles, and the mother also likes to treat people with a smile, and she is very popular in the neighborhood.

Mao Jingrun thought that this must have something to do with her mother's love of laughing, and she never got tired of seeing it since she was a child, and everyone must like it too.

It's just that later, my father and mother went to visit relatives in other places, met robbers on the road, and both were killed.

Now he finally knows that this world is not so beautiful, without the sugar boiled at home, life is really a bit bitter.

Outside the window, the night faded, the sun showed a section, the sky was pale gold, and sparrows chirped.

In the window, the old blind man sat in front of the window, his face with the warmth of the sun, his eyes were hollow, and his face was expressionless. The little mute slept on his bamboo bed, smiling, with tears on his face.

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