The east is white, the morning dawn is shining, and the villagers who are bleeding blood and tears get up.

They folded the quilt, cleaned the courtyard of the house, pasted the word blessing, closed the doors and windows, dragged the family to the outside of the Wu Niangniang Temple, and knelt down.

The morning sun does not shine on them.

Fangyuan Village was quiet.

Wang Laoshi knocked on the door of the public house, and the night guard came out.

The seven night guards looked at the villagers kneeling in front of the Wu Niangniang Temple, and the more they walked, the more frightened they became.

The blood and tears of these people flowed on the ground and were intertwined.

The ground in front of the temple of Wu Niangniang is bloody.

Wang Laoshi said as he walked: "This morning, I will take the little master to plant a tree first." This is the old rule in the village, planting big trees, naming and surnames, and finally catching Zhou. This tree is like the root of every man, when it is planted, the root is there, and man stands. This name is like the shadow of a tree, and where does it come from without a tree? You're right. ”

Wang Laoshi smiled as usual, as if he didn't notice that his eyes were slowly flowing dark red blood tears.

The night guards looked at each other and said nothing.

Good luck touched the substitute Mu Tong in his arms with a weak heart, and honestly followed the lieutenant, his back was much shorter than usual.

The group walked to the door of the black house in the west courtyard, and saw the helpless sunny boy at a glance.

He was about eleven or twelve years old at the moment, but he was still held in the air by two big white hands, shaking gently.

An intimate and gentle hum came from behind the black curtains, like an unknown children's rhyme.

"Mother, someone is here." Sunshine Boy said.

"Yo, my son has grown up and knows to be shy. Okay, mother won't embarrass you. The mother said happily, carefully putting down the sunny boy, like putting down goose feathers, for fear of being blown away by the wind.

He saluted Mama and said, "Master, now is the time to plant trees. ”

"Take out the seeds and let my son choose."

"Yes."

Wang Laoshi took out a long white cloth bag, and the cloth bag was sewn into multiple small cloth bags, arranged in a row.

Each small cloth bag has the name of the tree species written on it.

Locust trees, poplars, willows, pines, cedars, bamboos, ginkgo biloba...... A total of 36 species of trees.

The Sunshine Boy looked at the listener, who shook his head.

And look forward to good luck.

Good luck hesitated and shook his head.

The Sunshine Boy opened his eyes and dragons, and the thirty-six bags were identical, all containing the same treacherous aura.

After thinking about it, the Sunshine Boy said, "I choose the ginkgo tree." ”

The happy voice of the mother came from behind the black curtain, and said: "Ginkgo biloba Lord longevity, my son will be rich and noble, and live a thousand lives." ”

Wang Laoshi reached into the cloth bag with ginkgo biloba written on it, and took out a shriveled seed, the size of a peanut.

The Sunshine Boy looked closely, where the seeds were, more like shrunken shriveled hearts.

"The little master follows the old man, and where he likes, he will plant a tree." Xiang Mama took the sunny boy's hand and walked out.

Wang Laoshi followed closely with the seeds of the ginkgo tree, and the other seven were at the back.

Walking out of the west courtyard, the sunshine boy suddenly asked: "Mama Xiang, Wang Laoshi, where is the best seed for this kind of seed?" ”

Wang honestly smiled and did not answer.

Xiang Mama said: "I see, it is better to plant behind the Wu Niang Niang Temple, it is better than barren mountains and wild mountains and chaotic places." ”

The sunshine boy didn't answer, and slowly followed, and after a long time, he said, "Then listen to Mama, let's go to the back of the White Building." ”

The two of them and the eight night guards bypassed the White House and came to the backyard.

A stone road separates the courtyard from east to west, with a black and white rockery to the west, a duckweed pond to the east, and green grass everywhere.

The Sunshine Boy looked at it, pointed to the back of the pool and said, "The east belongs to wood, the south belongs to water, and wood grows to the southeast, and we plant it behind the pool." ”

"The little master's eyes are bright, it must be a treasure of feng shui."

After everyone walked to the pool, Wang Laoshi handed the ginkgo tree seeds to the Sunshine Boy.

"Do you need to dig up?" Sunshine Boy asked.

Wang honestly smiled: "The little master can just throw it to the ground." ”

The Sunshine Boy holds the ginkgo tree seeds, moves away from the pool a little, and drops the seeds.

The seed falls to the ground and disappears, and then a green shoot breaks through the ground, arches over the meadow, and grows vigorously.

After a while, it grew more than one person tall, with branches and leaves, white body, green leaves, and fan-shaped leaves exactly the same as ginkgo biloba, but the rest of the place was slightly different.

Slowly, the roots of the tree bulged, the red bark of the roots penetrated into the earth, and the translucent tubular roots of the tree could faintly see the gray-yellow air flow from the bottom to the trunk of the tree, until the end of the leaves, dying the yellow leaves.

The crown of the tree changes slowly, like two hands slightly bent together, like a pagoda, the two sides are raised, and the top is pointed, like a big golden light trick of the Daomen.

In the center surrounded by tree branches, a five-petal blood-colored lotus flower emerged, looking up to the sky.

On top of the lotus flower, a cyan ovoid fruit is born.

On the surface of the fist-sized cyan fruit, there is a wrinkled baby face, shaped like a walnut.

Wang Laoshi and Mama Xiang laughed in unison.

"Congratulations to the little master for planting a big tree, and he will have a bright future in the future."

The sunny boy raised his legs and wanted to leave, and said to his grandmother: "There is still a lack of a tree keeper here, and I will keep guarding it until the little master grows up, then choose a strong one." ”

Without waiting for everyone to speak, they glanced at the captain of the school, and the captain's blessing word burned.

He looked at the tall foodie again, and the blessing word of the foodie burned.

Finally, he looked at the iron-striking man and said, "You are in good health, and you are the most suitable for guarding the tree here." ”

The iron striker sighed and said, "It is also a blessing to be able to live to the last day." You can help me bring a message to my family, just say that I am upright and peaceful, and I have not lost the face of the night guard, nor the face of our family. ”

After striking the iron, he took off his wormwood and handed it to the Sunshine Boy.

"Take care and stay alive. At least outlive someone! After striking the iron, he walked to the root of the tree and sat down, leaned his back against the trunk, closed his eyes and waited for death.

"Little master, go back to your room."

The two of them and the seven night guards turned and left the courtyard.

Under the ginkgo tree, four roots emerged from the ground and plunged into the back of the ironman, each burrowing into his limbs, gurgling and sucking blood.

The Sunshine Boy and the others faintly heard the screams coming from behind, and silently returned to the black house in the West Courtyard.

Before they entered the threshold, they saw that the carpet in the house was covered with rectangular yellow-brown wooden signs, which seemed to be engraved with words.

The listeners counted the books, and there were fourteen wooden signs in total.

When I got closer, I saw the words on the wooden sign, and everyone felt cold behind them.

Cattle herders, water herders, climbers, iron strikers......

Fourteen wooden plaques are engraved with the names of fourteen people.

The rest of the people stood outside the door, took the sunny boy's hand to Mama, and walked into the house.

"My son is back? Let the mother hug. ”

Two big white hands stretched out from the black curtains, and they couldn't help but say, hugging the sunny boy, and touching his face and hair affectionately.

The Sunshine Boy grimaced and didn't say a word.

After a long while, the mother said, "When you plant a tree and have roots, you have to name it." My mother has never read any books, and I don't know a few big characters, so you choose a name from the following sign as your big name. ”