The young woman turned her head and left, and the middle-aged man had to bury his head and smile bitterly.

What can be done? My own girl, who will hurt if I don't hurt?

The middle-aged man said softly: "Seventeen, it seems that I can only trouble you." ”

A black figure appeared out of thin air like a ghost, with a hoarse voice and simple words: "Kill that kid?" ”

The middle-aged man said angrily: "Do you want the big girl to hate me to death?" Besides, those who can enter the eyes of my third brother will not be idle people, you still help take the prepared things to the eldest girl. ”

The man in black nodded, clenched his fists and disappeared.

This extremely elegant middle-aged man is known as the most capable reader in the world, and there is no one. Long Qiu Han single-handedly contributed to the decline of the Shenlu Dynasty, but no one would ever say that he was not.

When Longqiu Tangxi returned to her residence, she was very unhappy, and every time she returned home, she was not happy to see her father. For at least five years, Longqiu Tangxi has not called Longqiu a word of dad.

Longqiu Tangxi returned to the small courtyard where he lived, just like when he was a child, sitting under the begonia tree, holding his chin in both hands, and looking up at the heights.

A girl in a pink skirt suddenly jumped out and shouted with a smile: "Sister! Where did you chase that big brother? I really didn't expect that the people I met casually on the road would actually know my sister:"

Longqiu Tangxi slowly turned his head, and Longqiu immediately retracted his head, thinking that his sister was going to count himself again.

Anyway, when Sister Duo came back two years ago, it was like a different person, at least in the eyes of Longqiu Sprinkle.

Longqiu Tangxi stretched out his hand over, and Longqiu closed his eyes tightly, but he didn't hide.

A slender jade hand slowly fell on the girl's head, and Longqiu Tangxi rubbed Longqiu's sprinkled head, and his voice was gentle: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so fierce to you." I was just...... It's just that I still can't accept that my mother is gone. If my mother is here, I bully you, she will definitely say me. ”

After a pause, Longqiu Tangxi sprinkled Longqiu into her arms, she raised her head and looked at the wall, and said softly: "When my mother was here, I never thought that the walls of White Deer City were so high. ”

Neither sister spoke, but their eyes were moist and tears were swirling.

Longqiu looked up at the begonia tree, and suddenly said: "Sister, when you are not there, my father has to come to your yard almost every day, every time he carries a pot of wine, he sits under the begonia tree by himself, and he doesn't drink a few sips of wine, but he doesn't even notice that I am watching at the door." ”

The girl looked at her sister's beautiful face, and choked up a little: "My mother is gone, and the saddest person should be my father." ”

Longqiu Tangxi helped his sister wipe her face and hummed softly.

Tangxi's name, my father has always said that it is because of a sword called Tangxi. In fact, Longqiu Tangxi knows that it is because my mother likes this begonia tree transplanted from other continents, and my father likes a small stream behind the summer resort outside the city.

The name sprinkled is simpler, I hope she is chic.

A black dress disappeared in a flash, and Longqiu Tangxi already had an extra jade slip in his hand. There was no one in sight, but there was a sentence in my ear: "Miss, let's hurry up and break through the realm, it is not necessarily a good thing to be under pressure for too long." ”

……

In the deep mountains and old forests that go to Yuegu, there are many demons, but the realm is not too high, and there are only a few people who occupy the mountains as kings, so there are no passing monks to kill demons or anything.

On the side of a relatively flat mountain road, there are two tea sheds, the old and the new, at most a hundred steps apart, both along a stream that winds down the mountain, but the newly built tea shed is downstream, looking at the dilapidated tea shed, in the upstream position.

In the old tea shed, there was an old man dressed in coarse linen clothes, wearing straw sandals and holding a large bamboo spoon in his hand, constantly stirring in a pot. In the pot is a two-person noodle tea, maybe there are too many mint leaves, and less peppercorns, the old man tasted it, and sprinkled it with a handful of tea foam.

On the side, there was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old young man, carrying a rag on his shoulder, staring at the young man downstream who was busy burning a new stove.

The young man's teeth itched, and he muttered, "Grandpa, do you think this person is sick?" Where to set up a stall, running to this wilderness, so close to us, isn't this deliberately disgusting? ”

There is a bun shop in the downtown area, this guy is good, and the wilderness is still open.

The old man scooped up another piece of tea and took a sip, this time with a satisfied look.

He spoke slowly and said with a smile: "This mountain is not our family, even if people set up a tea shed next door to our house, we can only watch." Besides, there are some passing horse gangs on this mountain road these days, and in a few days, there will be no ghosts, and he will naturally go if there is no business. Also, you have to remember that you have to be kind to others, but don't be in front of you, as if you have a big hatred. ”

The young man rolled his eyes and sighed.

On this day until the evening, the young people downstream were still busy building the stove, probably because of the smoke leakage when the stove was burned at noon, so it was repaired with mud.

After nightfall, the young man returned to the thatched hut in the rear, and he pushed open a crack in the window, and saw a young man in the shed downstream, eating dry food by the faint light, but it was a little laborious.

The shed was tightly wrapped with a big burden, and the young man didn't have to think about it to know that it was filled with pots and pans.

I don't know why, but the more the young man looked, the more angry he became, and he suddenly rolled over and got out of bed, and quietly ran to the stream.

I saw that the young man broke his finger at himself, and one of his index fingers was instantly broken, and the severed finger turned into a pitch-black wooden block. The young man stuck the wooden block by the stream, and it was just as the stream washed away.

By this moment the young man's fingers had regrown, and he crossed his arms around his chest and smiled with satisfaction, before returning to the cabin where he had slept.

Then he looked down through the crack in the window, and sure enough, he saw the young man take out the clay pot and go to the stream to fetch water.

It's just that he didn't rush to drink it when he went back after fetching water, but took out a piece of cake, put it on his knee and broke it.

For a long time, the cake was intact. Then the young man ran to the brook and found two stones, one under it, and the other in his hand, and threw them at the bread with all his might.

Seeing that the young man was about to drink water when he picked up the clay pot, the young man turned over and got out of bed suddenly, without even putting on shoes, and ran wildly to the grass hut downstream. Without saying a word, he kicked over the clay pot, glared at him and said, "Are you sick?" ”

The young man pointed to the tightly wrapped baggage and said in a deep voice, "Isn't there anything to eat inside?" ”

Liu Jingxun smiled and said softly: "Yes, I want to sell for money!" I heard from a village outside that there have been a lot of caravans on this road recently, and I used up all my savings to buy a guy's money, not to make a lot of money, but to sell more, otherwise I would have to ask for food and go back in the second half of the way home. ”

As soon as these words came out, the young man Lang Leng was on the spot.

Liu Jingxun said with a smile again: "It's really not me who robbed your business, I'm afraid of the wilderness alone." ”

The young man took a deep breath and said coldly: "This water should be boiled and drunk, if you don't boil it, it will be easy to have diarrhea." ”

After saying that, he turned around and left, but after returning to his tea shed, he quietly walked to the stream and gently pulled away the dark wooden block.

Back in the house, the young man closed the window and lay flat on the bed. After a long time, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself with an ear scraper.

Liu Jingxun chewed on the stone-like cake and smiled.

The next morning, when the young man came out, the old man had already made noodle tea.

The old man pointed to the extra bowl of noodle tea on the table, and said with a smile: "Ma Huang, you bring this bowl to the young man." Since they are here, they are neighbors, and they should always take care of each other. ”

The young man didn't complain, picked up the bowl and went downstream.

The guy who was obviously weak but carried a sword on his back finally set up the stove today and laid out all the things he could use.

It's also a shame that it's not cold now, otherwise he would have slept in the wilderness like this, and he wouldn't have earned any money, so he would have taken his life first.

The young man Ma Huang walked up to Liu Jingxun and said with a straight face: "If you do too much, you will waste it, will you drink it?" ”

Liu Jingxun looked up, wiped his hands on his body before taking the bowl, and then said with a smile: "Thank you last night, you are so kind-hearted." ”

In Ma Huang's view, Liu Jingxun's words were extremely sincere. But the more sincere Liu Jingxuan is, the more he can't raise his head.

The young man's face turned red with shame, and he turned around and ran back to his tea shed, and when he got back, he picked up the bowl and drank it, without saying a word.

After drinking the noodle tea, the old man licked the bowl clean, then drew a little water and threw the bowl into the basin.

Normally, they wash the dishes directly in the stream.

When Ma Huang finished eating and washing the two bowls, he picked up the wooden plate and poured the dishwashing water a few feet away.

After returning, he was just about to brush the pot, and the old man said with a smile: "Last night, you had a bad idea, although you stopped the young man in time, but it can only be a crime." Today I am glad that you neither washed the dishes in the stream nor poured the water into the stream. ”

After a pause, the old man said softly: "Although we are just the grass and trees on the mountain, maybe one day we will be caught by the passing monk and used for medicine." But as long as we have a human heart, we are human beings. ”

The young man turned his head and couldn't help but speak: "We think we are human beings, and we are not human beings!" ”

The old man was silent, and he didn't know how to answer.

In the next few days, there was still no crossing horse gang, and Ma Huang really couldn't look at the young man's sad face. So one night, I secretly put a bag of silver in Liu Jingxun's stall.

As a result, early the next morning, the guy waited at the door with a money bag in his hand, and as soon as they met, he asked if the silver was theirs.

Ma Huang really opened his eyes, it's not that he hasn't been to a big city, just talk about a small county town, where is there anyone in it who is so anxious about picking up money?

The young man grabbed the money bag back, kept a straight face, and didn't say anything.

The next morning, Ma Huang squatted in his tea shed and watched, and the guy finally began to eat his own food.

If you don't eat it, it will stink.

At noon that day, a young man covered in blood came from the mountains, and finally walked to the edge of Liu Jingxun's tea shed, and planted himself in the stream.

Liu Jingxun hurriedly ran to help the young man, and when he turned around, Ma Huang and the old man were already behind him.

The old man said softly: "I know medicine, let me show him." ”

How do you know that the young man covered in blood grabbed Liu Jingxuan's arm, was angry, and said, "Save my friend!" Thirty miles to the west! ”