In the torrential rain, I almost crawled and stumbled all the way, and it was nearly midnight when I got home. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

There was no dry place on the body, and even the child's swaddling clothes were soaked.

He wondered why this little guy was bumping and swaying violently, and why he didn't make any sound?

This frightened him again, it turned out that this guy was actually asleep? Sleeping in swaddling clothes like water bubbles, sleeping so peacefully, so ripe - he couldn't help but sigh, at the beginning of man, there was nothing to fear!

So he hurriedly found a dry fabric for him to change, thinking that it was good that this was May weather, not too cold, if it was winter, and then it rained, the consequences would be unimaginable?!

When he opened the swaddling clothes, he found that there was a letter inside, which had been soaked by the rain and broke when he touched it, and he opened it cautiously and saw a few lines of handwriting:

"The little girl Cuihua, the people of the Central Plains, it is difficult to live here, the fireworks and willow lanes make a living, but they have no choice but to give birth to evil obstacles, unfortunately there is no hope for a livelihood, the red dust has been broken, and there is no way to look forward to - I hope that the virtuous gentleman will take in this 100-day baby, pray for the king's blessings, ten thousand blessings!"

Look at it, the old man pondered for a long time, and the scene under the mountain in the evening was still full of anger, a girl with a flower face, a strong temperament, a young age in the world, in a hurry, and a crisp go-

Fate is so bad that it is better to sigh to himself.

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Leng Banxian never dreamed that he was a lonely old man, who had never touched a woman for most of his life, and that he would be so old? I don't know what kind of joke this fate is playing with him? I can't figure out whether it's a blessing or a curse? I can't cry or laugh.

Look at the child's long tiger head and tiger brain, the little arms and legs are thick, strong and short, born with a generous face, without a little malice, I think I will be able to stand up to the sky and the earth when I grow up in the future!

I don't like children, but I see that this little guy is really loved. He laughed all day and night, and never cried, which made the old man very incomprehensible?

Sometimes looking at the little guy's childish smile, the old man couldn't help but ask him: "What kind of little ghost are you laughing at, you still laugh when your mother is gone?"

The child can understand his words, as if he is playing with him, and still laughs happily.

"Don't laugh, unconscionable fellow! Laugh again and throw you into the mountains to feed the tigers - no one wants you anymore, laugh?"

The child still giggled, and even louder and louder, and the immature voice laughed in the mountains and rivers, echoing in the forest!

Leng Banxian couldn't laugh at all, he wanted to eat alone and ask for decades, and he would be idle, free, and comfortable!

Far away from the city, secluded in the mountains, self-built stone and wood structure houses, solid and safe, no wild beasts are allowed to invade the fan; the mountains have their own natural treasures, eat mountain fruits, wild vegetables, firewood and herbs, inexhaustible, a person is happy like a fairy.

I have never thought about who will take care of me in a hundred years? What should I do if I can't move? I think it's all boring and troublesome, and God has its own ability to control people, why are you so worried?

Cultivators have their own cause and effect, and when their longevity is exhausted, it is also the time to attain the Tao and become immortals, and it is a good thing to drive the crane to the west.

But now there is such a small thing, is it or not, and it is not?

I've never served anyone, so how can I feed him? What should I eat? I usually have sweet potatoes, potatoes, sweet potatoes, pumpkins, wild beans, and domestic beans, and I guess he doesn't eat any of these things.

There is nothing to wear, wrapped in a pile of messy clothes every day, this May day, the hot little thing is full of prickly heat, fortunately, the old man knows medical skills, otherwise he would have died of heat.

However, in fact, Leng Banxian's concerns are all superfluous!

After a few days, he knew that the child was so easy to raise, what to eat? As long as he put it to his mouth, he knew how to bite, and as long as he could bite and move, he knew that he could swallow it in his stomach, which was really amazing! Eating and drinking Lazar, they were all clapping their little hands, um, um, screaming, just not crying.

Seeing this scene, let his sad face stretch, and he couldn't help but say that it was really the creation of heaven and earth!

In this way, a handful of, a handful of urine, being a father and a mother, finally after two months, the child can actually stand and barely walk against the wall!

The old man saw it in his eyes, was happy in his heart, and was full of a sense of accomplishment.

He wondered what to call the little one, some of them and some of them.

The first thing that came to mind was the "100-day baby" mentioned in the letter! I thought that this was given to him by his biological mother, and the baby who had just turned 100 days old was his mother's last memory, and some memorials!

But when I think about it again, "100 days baby" is just a number of days of time, and it may not be appropriate to be a person's name? Because after all, he wants to grow up and become an adult? When he goes out in the future, others will also call him "100 day baby", and "100 day baby" has no connotation and is boring? It also attracts jokes, as if it will never grow up.

So give up.

With his own surname, he didn't dare to take it.

I want to be half a monk, where is there a Taoist priest to raise children? Besides, I don't even know my surname? I have long forgotten it, and adopting him is just a good deed, and I don't want to have any close relationship with him at all, so I still dismiss this idea.

Thinking left is not right thinking no, I always feel that it should be a sound, there is connotation, and there is no shortage of commemorative names, and finally I think - Linghe!

With an idea in his head, I wanted to simply call him "Lingwa"! This is a gift from the Great Spirit River, picked up on the Great Spirit River, and it is very appropriate to take this name!

From then on, Lingwa, Lingwa, screamed in Leng Banxian's mouth.

Lingwa is good, Lingwa is well-behaved, Lingwa is obedient, Lingwa does not make trouble、、、、、 it has become his verbal gluttony, when he sees a child, he opens his mouth to come!

Once Leng Banxian went out to the doctor, because of the tight time, he was afraid of obstacles in his arms, and wanted to go back quickly, so he put the spirit baby at home, locked it in the room, and left in a hurry.

However, he didn't come back for half a day, and the process of practicing medicine made him fully engaged, and he almost forgot about the little guy at home.

When he came back in the evening, he opened the door and surprised him, only to see a little fellow alone at home, groping around, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, smashing bowls and basins, and making the house almost upside down.

That gas, it's coming all at once, I can't wait to pull out the spirit baby and beat it up!

I lit the oil lamp and looked for a long time, only to find it under the stove, only to see the guy's face was grass gray, black and not slippery as if he had been dug out of cinders, sitting on the pyre, holding a raw sweet potato in his hand and sending it to his mouth.

Seeing Leng Bantianxian come back, he shouted "Eat, eat, eat!"

Seeing this scene, Leng Banxian's slap fell again, seeing that the child was looking for food because he was hungry, because he had no teeth, he only grinded the skin of a raw sweet potato, there was no way, a mouthful of mud,

And he had just been seeing a doctor outside, and the patient's family had a lot of wine and food, and when he came back full of wine and food, he had already forgotten about him - his heart was soft, he felt that he owed him, that he was wrong, and his heart was sour, so he didn't say a word, and hurriedly made a fire to cook.

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In August, the Mid-Autumn Festival, it coincides with the season of mountain herbs and wild fruits, what hawthorn, pomegranate, wild dates, tomatoes, wolfberries, all over the mountains, red is quite lovely!

Leng Banxian was born as a doctor, of course, he would not let go of this good season.

However, the good places on the periphery of the mountain have been taken out by others, leaving some cliffs, strange peaks, and difficult places, no one cares.

There is also walking into the deep mountains and old forests, the vegetation is richer, and the precious materials are also more abundant. But the further inside, the more dangerous it is, it is a place where wild beasts and birds of prey gather, and ordinary people dare not enter it easily!

Although Leng Banxian is nearly sixty years old, he has been sleeping in the open since he was a child, paying attention to health and fitness, practicing a good body of muscles, and he just didn't want to provoke right and wrong when he met those street gangsters before, and he didn't want to grudge with others and make enemies, after all, he had to go to the street town every day, and there were many acquaintances, so he could endure it, let it go, unless he was forced to be cornered, he would not easily show his hand.

In my mind, I always pretend to endure the calm of the wind and waves, and take a step back to open the sea and the sky! A cultivator who does not fight with the world is also one of the taboos in cultivation.

People in the mountains often risk their lives to pick precious herbs, wild fruits, and even bird's nests, honey, etc., which are steep as knives, and often come with bad news.

The light ones hurt their muscles and bones and were crippled for life; the heavy ones died on the spot and had no power to return to the sky! And Leng Banxian climbed up and down for so many years, and a thick vine or a few hemp ropes on the cliff tossed and turned, like a flat sandal, like an experienced old ape, and never lost his hand!

This is also the destiny of the person who learns the Tao, every time he is in danger, he will be able to turn evil into good fortune, and he himself knows that that kind of thing must not be missed once, otherwise it will be the consequence of a catastrophe!

In the cliff deep in the mountain, there is a cliff mesa, the middle of the mesa forms a groove across the rock, long and wide, in the middle of the original is an old tree, after the shame died, soon after the magic grew a purple Ganoderma lucidum!

Ganoderma lucidum belongs to the class of wood rot fungi, the growth environment is peculiar, the growth is slow, the medicinal value is extremely high, it has the effect of resurrecting the dead, it is a treasure in medicine! Leng Banxian quietly discovered a few years ago, several batches can be picked every year, although the number of these batches is not much, but it is enough to make him have enough food and clothing for half a year.

Every time, I take advantage of the bad weather or rainy days to see no one in the mountains to enter, for fear that others will find out and cut off the financial route.

Now that it's time to pick again, he naturally doesn't forget that old place.

On this day, he carried a spirit baby on his back, brought bamboo baskets, ropes, sickles, etc., and prepared to go into the mountains to pick the first batch of this year.

Along the way, the mountain road was crooked and densely forested, and he looked around to make sure that there was no movement around him before going inside.

After a long day, I finally came to the top of the protruding mountain.

At this time, the spirit baby can already walk around, but she is unstable, take two steps to plant a fight, plant a fight and walk two steps, you can stand firmly without handrails, you can call Grandpa Leng Banxian, or the old man!

He tied the spirit baby with a rope, one end tied to the spirit baby's small waist, and the other end tied to a tree with a thick bowl mouth. Limit the activity to a range of two meters around, because this is a small hilltop, far from the big mountain Shenzhen, there are no dense forests and trees around, it is relatively empty, and it should be safe.

He still told Lingwa not to move, to be obedient, not to scream, not to make trouble, there are tigers in the mountains, otherwise the tiger will be alarmed and eat you!

Lingwa nodded obediently and listened, watching the old man arrange everything properly. Begin to descend the mountain to collect medicine. I saw that he also used a thick hemp rope, one end tied to his waist, the other end tied to another big tree, and then lowered it down from the edge of the cliff along the rope.

Everything was familiar with the road, and it was very smooth to reach the mountainside.

But what he saw made him extremely depressed - no?

In previous years, a small patch of purple-red that could be seen from afar was gone, but this year it was gone, and Ganoderma lucidum no longer grows.

I was suddenly disappointed in my heart, and my mood plummeted!

He stayed in mid-air and looked left and right, never to find the longed-for fuchsia again. Although he also knew that Ganoderma lucidum was cultivated by rotten wood, and the nutrients would be exhausted one day, he didn't expect it to be so soon, and it would be gone for a few years?

Just when the old man was disheartened, he suddenly found that at the other end of the cliff gap, there was a small green seedling growing on it, and a row of red fruits hung on it?

Based on experience, the old man decided at a glance that it was a ginseng!

Suddenly there was a burst of ecstasy in my heart! The feeling of loss just now suddenly ignited a strong hope!

It's really Huang Tian who lives up to his heart, loses the east, and reaps the mulberry elm.

Hurry up and move the rope impatiently, get closer to the seedling little by little, and then pick it on the rock, and start digging carefully and carefully, not letting go of every fibrous root of ginseng!

What a big ginseng, thicker than the thumb, and it is wild, and the value is definitely not slandered!

Leng Banxian was ecstatic-