The old monk and the boy named Qiu Feng have gone away.

Su Jiulin hid in the alley next to him and devoured steamed buns. While eating, he looked at the alley, for fear that someone would come to snatch his steamed buns.

Su Jiulin originally intended to eat two, and then leave one night to eat, but he couldn't stand it and was too hungry, so he finished eating all three, and they all choked, but fortunately, he begged for saliva to drink on the street. Then he bought a steamed bun with a penny and prepared to save it for the evening.

After "full of wine and food", Su Jiulin began to wait for Su Mingnan at the end of the street again.

The end of the street is indeed the easiest place to find people, and the easiest place to wait for people.

Before you know it, the sun is setting again.

Su Mingnan leaned on a stone at the end of the street, looking at the sinking sun, very helpless.

"Uncle Nan, where are you?"

As expected, Su Jiulin spent another night in the broken temple, and this time he came after eating the steamed buns first.

Early the next morning, after inquiring about the direction of Dale Township, Su Jiulin set off for Dale Township with his baggage.

Dale Township is only ten miles away from Shiyang Town, Su Jiulin arrived in half an hour, he set off at the time, and the sun had just come out when he arrived in Dale Township.

But Su Jiulin waited from day to night in Dale Township, but he still didn't wait for Su Mingnan. In the evening, it was drizzling.

The accommodation at night has become something that Su Jiulin has to think about now, and it is impossible to go back to Shiyang Town to break the temple.

Su Jiulin, who was sheltering from the rain under the eaves of a farmhouse, saw that the drizzle was getting heavier and heavier, so he had to find another place to shelter from the rain with a lotus leaf.

Just when he was disheartened, he suddenly saw a house in front of him, with no door, broken windows, and seemingly sparse tiles. Su Jiulin thought that there must be no one to live, so he hurriedly ran in.

Just as he saw at the beginning, the sparse tiles caused rain leaks in many parts of the house.

When Su Jiulin stood still, he found that the furnishings in the house were a little strange. Rectangular tables were neatly arranged in the lobby, some of which were covered with tattered straw mats.

Su Jiulin, who was very curious, walked slowly towards one of the tables covered with straw mats.

Suddenly, he stopped. Because he saw a pair of feet exposed outside the mat!

"Could it be... Yizhuang?! Su Jiulin looked up again and saw two old coffins in the corner of the lobby!

Su Jiulin was so frightened that he immediately fell backwards, and did not stop until he hit the wall.

But there was rain leaking here, and Su Jiulin had no choice but to change a few more places, but there was rain leakage.

There was no way, Su Jiulin finally hid in the middle of the two morgue tables, the ground was slightly higher, the ground was dry and did not leak rain. Thankfully, one of the tables was empty, and there was no straw mat.

He sat down slowly, leaning back against the corpseless mortuary table, trying to close his eyes and not look at the table opposite.

"I can't see, I can't see. It's okay to fall asleep, it's okay to fall asleep......"

Although he has been comforting himself that he will be fine if he falls asleep, Su Jiulin, who has closed his eyes for a long time, still hasn't been able to fall asleep.

"It's weird, I'm just here to hide from the rain, it's weird..." Su Jiulin slowly opened his eyes, swallowed his saliva, and bowed again and again to the morgue table in front of him.

Suddenly, Su Jiulin was stunned, he slowly raised his head and looked at the hand that was not covered by the straw mat on the mortuary table opposite. Then, slowly standing up, he walked towards the hand.

"Why is the cross scar on this hand so similar to Uncle Nan's? No, it won't..."

When he got closer, Su Jiulin slowly grabbed the straw mat with his right hand, and then slowly pulled it away...

But it was a corpse whose face had been scratched to a bloody face!

"Ahh Yes! Ah......h

Su Jiulin immediately lay on the corpse and screamed and cried.

"Why! Why scratch his face! ……”

Su Jiulin really had no way to deceive himself, and when he saw the cross scar on that hand, he had already determined that this person was Su Mingnan. That scar, Su Jiulin has been watching it for more than ten years, and he will never admit it!

"Uncle Nan! Uncle Nan! ……”

He would never have thought that Su Mingnan's face would be drawn like this after his death, which made him collapse even more than knowing that it was Su Mingnan who was lying on it.

Su Jiulin was tired of crying, sitting on the ground, leaning against Su Mingnan's morgue table, still sobbing intermittently.

He's helpless, he's really helpless right now. He wanted to find his father to help Su Mingnan take revenge, but now that Su Mingnan is gone, he doesn't know if he can find his father Su Mingfeng.

Moreover, he didn't know the way back to the valley at all, and he really didn't know what he could do now.

Su Jiulin was really tired of crying, and before he knew it, he fell asleep after a while. Maybe it's because he has Uncle Nan behind him.

"Who?! Feed! ”

Early the next morning, an old man in his sixties and seventies entered Yizhuang and saw a young man sleeping in Yizhuang, and immediately shouted.

"Grandpa, I came to hide from the rain last night and accidentally fell asleep." Su Jiulin was woken up by this voice, and when he saw that it was an old man cleaning, he guessed that he must be guarding Yizhuang, and hurriedly replied.

"You doll is really bold, there are so many corpses here, you dare to come, and you are still sleeping here." The old man walked over slowly.

"Grandpa, where will these bodies be buried?" Su Jiulin wanted to know where his Uncle Nan would be buried.

"Buried?" The old man glanced at Su Jiulin, "If no one comes to identify the corpse and take it away, it will always be placed here." ”

"Just keep it in Yizhuang?"

"yes. You also saw that Yizhuang was in tatters, the government didn't come to repair it, and there were few coffins and they were still broken, these people are really pitiful. ”

As he spoke, the old man pointed to the corpse next to Su Jiulin and said, "Especially this one, not only has its face been scratched, but no one has come to claim it after four or five days of sending it, alas, ......"

Su Jiulin was stunned.

"Uncle Nan, wait for me. I'll pick you up ......."

Su Jiulin turned around and left. He decided to go to Chongqing City to find his father Su Mingfeng, and then take Su Mingnan back together.

Forty miles to Chongqing City, Su Jiulin didn't walk fast, and he was looking for wild fruits to eat all the way. Yesterday, the owner of the steamed bun shop in Dale Township saw that he was pitiful, and sold four steamed buns to him for three cents, and now he only has one penny left.

At noon, Su Jiulin finally arrived in Chongqing City.

Chongqing City is not as good as Dale Township and Shiyang Town, it is not a market day, there are still many people on the street, and the streets are vertical and horizontal, Su Jiulin can't find the direction for a while.

After walking for a while, he saw as many as seven or eight beggars.

In addition to selling vegetables and food, there are also antique shops, jade shops, restaurants, etc. The goods on the street are also dazzling, which makes Su Jiulin overwhelmed.

"There are so many people in such a big city, how can I find them?" But at the same time, Su Jiulin also made difficulties.

Su Jiulin, who had been on the street for more than half an hour, found an alley to sit and rest. Looking at the endless stream of passers-by, he really didn't know what to do.

At this time, there were still two beggars sleeping in the alley. One of them, with gray hair, sat motionless on the ground with his back against the wall, his head down. Another middle-aged beggar looked to be about forty years old, and his eyes seemed to be defective.

Su Jiulin just looked at the passers-by like this, and he didn't know how long he had been looking, he just hoped to suddenly see his father appear in front of him.

"Goo-goo..."

Su Jiulin, who hadn't eaten enough yesterday, hadn't eaten for half a day today, and now his stomach began to bark again.

Su Jiulin shook his head when he looked at his unhappy stomach.

Suddenly, a commotion caught Su Jiulin's attention. When I looked up, more than a dozen beggars suddenly came and flocked to a restaurant called "Wangjiang Building" diagonally opposite Su Jiulin.

And when Su Jiulin couldn't figure out what the situation was, the middle-aged beggar in the alley ran over with a broken bowl in his hand.

Look again, there is someone giving porridge! Su Jiulin's eyes were straight, and he immediately stood up and wanted to step forward, but he suddenly realized that he didn't have a vessel for porridge.

After looking around, he saw a broken tile, Su Jiulin didn't care so much, picked up the tile and immediately ran over.

"Queue up, queue up! The people in the back lined up. ”

The person who sent the porridge was Li Shuang, the shopkeeper of Wangjiang Building, who was twenty-three or four years old, and asked the people behind him not to mess up while serving porridge to everyone.

Su Jiulin couldn't squeeze everyone, lined up at the back of the line, and anxiously watched the front leave with porridge one by one.

Finally it was Su Jiulin's turn, he looked like he was learning from the person in front of him, and stretched out with the tiles in both hands. However, he suddenly saw that the porridge bucket containing the porridge had bottomed out, and he couldn't believe it, and looked at the porridge bucket in a daze.

Li Shuang served the porridge according to the usual amount, and he didn't expect that there would be one more person today.

"You wait."

Just as Su Jiulin turned around unwillingly and was about to leave, Li Shuang stopped him, and then went into the inner hall.

After a while, Li Shuang walked out again with a bowl of porridge.

Looking at the bowl of porridge in Li Shuang's hand, Su Jiulin's eyes straightened.

Li Shuang handed the porridge to Su Jiulin and said, "Little brother, take it." This bowl was meant to be discarded. In addition, when you drink, be careful that there is a gap in the mouth of the bowl, and be careful to scratch your mouth. ”

Su Jiulin took the bowl and looked at the porridge in the bowl and swallowed his saliva.

"Thank you! Thank you! ”

After thanking him repeatedly, Su Jiulin returned to the alley and immediately drank it. After drinking, I licked the bowl and licked it again.

Just when he was still unfinished, he suddenly noticed that the gray-haired old beggar in the alley still didn't seem to move.

Su Jiulin was really curious, walked up to the middle-aged beggar with a little question in his eyes, and asked, "Uncle, what's wrong with this old man?" ”

The middle-aged beggar was sleeping against the wall after drinking the porridge, and when he saw Su Jiulin ask the old beggar, he said strangely: "He's been here for three or four days, and he doesn't move." ”

"He didn't answer anything, and he didn't respond when he gave him porridge to drink."

After saying that, the middle-aged beggar went back to sleep.

Su Jiulin glanced at the old beggar, but finally couldn't hold back and came to the old beggar's side.

Through the old beggar's scattered white hair, Su Jiulin couldn't see his face clearly, only saw him with his eyes closed.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

The old beggar didn't react.

"Grandpa, are you hungry?"

The old beggar still didn't respond.

Su Jiulin immediately walked out of the alley. After a while, Su Jiulin came back with half a hot steamed bun.

The middle-aged beggar heard the sound and opened his eyes to look at it.

Su Jiulin handed the steamed bun to the old beggar and said, "Old man, give you the steamed bun to eat." The old beggar remained unresponsive.

The middle-aged beggar had already expected it and said, "Little brother, I advise you to eat it yourself, or give it to me, he won't eat it anyway." ”

Su Jiulin didn't give up, grabbed the old beggar's hand, and put the steamed bun on his hand.

At this moment, Su Jiulin suddenly saw three familiar figures walking outside.

It's the three of Lan Changqing!

"Don't run!"

Su Jiulin immediately chased him out.

What Su Jiulin didn't know was that the moment his hand touched the old beggar, the old beggar opened his eyes. At this moment, he is slowly chewing on steamed buns.

The middle-aged beggar leaned against the opposite wall, his face full of disbelief.