This is one of many peaceful villages. Living next to the forest, there is no worry about tigers, leopards and jackals, and there is no risk of earthquakes and tsunamis. From the middle, many rooms sit casually and irregularly, the wooden structure reveals stability and perseverance, but the green moss dotted on it from time to time reveals a touch of vitality. There is always a path between the houses, which connects the whole village with a momentum that no one can stop. At the border of the village is a fence that has stood for an unknown amount of time, on which the years have left many traces of its own, and now the village can only barely be fenced off. The outside of the village was surrounded by people's fields, which were now growing vigorously, and the wind was blowing, like a book that had been flipped by a child, shaking layer after layer. Not far from here is a small stream, not as turbulent as the water on the mountain, and not as turbid as the mouth of the big river, just suitable for human daily life.

It was another normal day, and it was late at night, and there was no sound in the village except for the chirping of cicadas and the occasional barking of dogs. Most of them had fallen asleep, the lights had been extinguished, and only one was still awake.

Chen Wentao squatted on the stairs in his yard, holding a large cigarette pouch that he had used for half his life in his right hand, and the lamp behind him seemed to compete with the full moon in the sky, trying to emit light. He raised his hand and took a deep breath of the cigarette, and then exhaled it with all his strength, but his eyes kept looking into the distance. It seems that it is not just cigarettes that he wants to spit out.

Let's go back after taking this bite. Chen Wentao took the cigarette pouch and knocked on the stairs, slowly got up, and prepared to return to the room to rest. But just as he turned around to turn off the light, his hand froze.

"Who?!" He turned around, and at the bottom of the steps stood a man in black, who looked like a man, and his whole body seemed to merge with the night, so that people could not feel his breath. Staring at his figure, Chen Wentao's thousands of thoughts flashed, and cold sweat couldn't help but flow down his face.

However, the other party didn't look like he was about to make a move, but silently raised his hand and handed him what he was holding.

What is it? Chen Wentao looked fixedly, the small package was wrapped in the same black cloth, and he couldn't tell what object was inside.

Chen Wentao was silent, facing the sudden appearance of the uninvited guest, he couldn't figure out the other party's thoughts at all. After some thought, he walked down the steps and carefully took the things in the hands of the man in black.

The thing is not as heavy as I imagined in my hand, and it is still a little soft to hold. Chen Wentao, who was even more puzzled, opened the package with his hand, revealing the face of a sleeping baby inside.

"This?!" Chen Wentao's face welled up with surprise that could not be concealed, and when he looked up again, there was still the figure of the man in black in front of him, and in this dark night, there were still only bursts of cicadas and a few uninteresting dog barks.

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It was another night when the mirror was hanging high, the continuous cicadas were circling around, the lights were on behind him, Chen Wentao was on the railing in the yard, as if he had something on his mind, but even so, he could feel Wang Xiulan coming out of the house.

"Sleeping?" "Well, slept." Wang Xiulan replied.

Wang Xiulan looked at Chen Wentao's side face full of vicissitudes, just wanted to say something, swallowed the words again, hesitated again and again, or took a deep breath-

"You said that kid—"

"It's unreal, isn't it?" Chen Wentao replied without replying.

Wang Xiulan nodded.

"Why did that man give us this child?" She asked.

"I don't know...... But since he's been handed over to us, I think we should raise him. ”

Wang Xiulan also put her hand on the railing and looked at the starry sky in the distance. She saw that even though the night was like silk, intending to cut off all light, there were still countless bright stars, tearing through the darkness and shining with the color of life. She suddenly moved in her heart, and said involuntarily: "This child, the future will shine like a star in the sky." ”

Chen Wentao also felt something, and then said: "But we, like dust on the ground, are humble and common. Speaking of this, he paused, "Just call him Chenchen, I hope that when he becomes Chenxing, he will not forget that he was born from dust." ”

"Chenchen-" At this moment, at this moment, the voices of the two seemed to have spanned decades and thousands of miles, and they had drawn an indelible mark on this world.

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"Look at the old man, this kid has been crying and can't stop." Wang Xiulan ran out of the house in a panic, and the child in her arms looked like it had only been a few months, crying and making trouble.

"This ......" The sudden incident made Chen Wentao speechless all of a sudden, and after half a moment of panic, he said tentatively: "Let's see if it's urine." ”

"It's not." Wang Xiulan said in an irrefutable tone.

Chen Wentao took a deep breath, and then slowly spit it out, with a little helplessness in his tone: "Then I'll ask Lao Liu Tou again." With that, he quickly stood up, picked up his coat on the table, and was about to go out.

But as soon as he walked out of the door, suddenly there was a strong wind outside the door, and the wind swept up the gravel and grass roots from the ground, and even the swallows, which were good at flying, were blown to the ground. Where can I go out now? Chen Wentao, who had just stepped out of the door, turned around and walked back, but he didn't come back alone.

The most eye-catching thing is that he holds a flag larger than a person in his hand, and the three big characters "Sai Ban Xian" dance on it, among which the word "Xian" has a few more folding pens for some reason, which looks a little funny. But the strange thing is that when he entered the courtyard of Chen Wentao's house, the sudden wind outside the door disappeared without a trace.

When the priest saw the child in Wang Xiulan's arms, he showed a look of surprise on his face, as if a long-time traveler had discovered a beautiful scenery that he had never seen before, and immediately walked up to her in three steps and two steps, and teased the child familiarly. The kid didn't seem to know him on the first day, and he interacted with him intimately.

It stands to reason that it would have been a good thing to be able to quiet down the crying child, but the person who suddenly appeared in front of him was too suspicious, Wang Xiulan frowned, hugged the child and turned around, and Chen Wentao also rushed over with an arrow and blocked between the two.

At this time, the man in Tsing Yi seemed to realize that his behavior was inappropriate, pulled his ill-fitting robe, and said with a smile: "I see that this child is extraordinary, and he is surrounded by the spirit of dragon and tiger, and he can also communicate with me about the power of heaven and earth, yin and yang. ”

His words without a beginning or an end made the two who were already confused even more confused, and when they understood that he was praising this child, they could only smile and wait for his next move.

But before the three of them could say anything, the child in Wang Xiulan's arms snorted first, and her fleshy little hand stretched out towards Fang Shi, as if begging for something.

As if he knew what he was asking for, the priest took out a copper-colored longevity lock from his bosom and put it in swaddling clothes.

Seeing his movements, Chen Wentao was shocked, and hurriedly wanted to take out the longevity lock and return it to him, but was stopped by the other party first: "Eh, this son has a fate with me, and today I will give him this five-colored lotus, so I should have a good fate." ”

Wang Xiulan didn't know what to do at this time, she looked at Chen Wentao, and saw that the other party was also at a loss, so she decided to observe what he gave first. The longevity lock seemed to be made of copper, shining beautifully metallic in the sun. Its surface was not as scruffy as that of the alchemist, but rather unusually clean. It is roughly shaped like a blooming lotus flower, with one color gem set on each of the five petals, plus two as leaves, for a total of seven gems set on it, and even two people feel that it is very valuable. Just when they had made up their minds to return it no matter what, they looked up, but the priest had already gone away, and only a singing voice came:

"I traveled among the mountains and rivers, and the unicorn boy met with a puppet."

"The five-colored lotus is sent forward to promote a good fairy relationship."