"Come out and drink!" The little fat man banged on the wall, looking drunk.

At night, Qin Yuelou will replace the gate with a wall, so the little fat man can't find the door.

"Big brother, what time do you think it's now?! People don't sleep, do they?" Qin Yuelou roared from the house. 藲礿尛裞網

"Then you haven't slept!" The little fat man also roared outside the door.

"And what about a child in my house? Children don't sleep!" Qin Yuelou roared, opened the wall, and the little fat man came in with a load of wine.

Qin Yuelou couldn't stop it.

"You must have cast a spell on him to put him to sleep, I believe it." The little fat man put down his burden, uncorked the wine, and drank it.

It is true that Qin Yuelou filled the baby's room away from the prison with soundproof and sound-absorbing materials, and left a ventilation pipe to exchange the air in the house, so no matter how loud the outside sounds, the person leaving the prison will not be woken up.

Zu An took care of the prison in the house, and when he encountered something that he couldn't solve, he would go to Qin Yuelou.

It's also rare to be a dad before you become a father.

Although Qin Yuelou's physique was extraordinary, he also needed to sleep, so he was also woken up.

However, although helpless, Qin Yuelou still pinched the two old man's recliners and lay down.

"What's going on? You came to me in the middle of the night, and you drank so much wine, did you pay for them?" Qin Yuelou asked the little fat man of the mountain god.

"Isn't that you? If you want to borrow the mountain, shall I not rent it to you according to the money?" The little fat man muttered again, "Besides, I go to the grave for myself every year, do you have this experience?"

When Qin Yuelou heard this, he also opened the wine stopper, the little fat man drank too much, and he didn't speak before or after.

Moreover, I don't want this kind of experience, do I still want to tell you a happy Qingming Festival every year?

Besides, who hasn't died yet, why don't you want to talk to me about the same fun?

Qin Yuelou didn't say it, but she was still very confused.

"So, what's wrong with you? Just because the old woman entered the mountain temple during the day?" Qin Yuelou asked the little fat man.

"Hmm... She's my mother." The little fat man was drinking.

"And how old are you?" Qin Yuelou unconsciously used the word "you".

"Twenty should be there, my mother is also this year, if it weren't for that scumbag, my mother could have lived a better life, instead of being beaten out of my brothers and sisters in front of me." The little fat man gritted his teeth with hatred.

When Qin Yuelou heard this, she hurriedly diverted the topic.

"Oh, then you'll have to call me brother." Qin Yuelou was twenty-three when he died.

After the past twelve years, it is difficult to say whether he is three or not now, he has always felt that the maturity of a man lies in his social circle and experience, as well as his insight, as well as his ideological realm.

What kind of age is what kind of relative situation, twenty-three came to an abrupt end, replaced by twelve, and his experience, insight, and thoughts have not changed.

So he's still twenty-three.

"Oh." The little fat man looked at the sky melancholy, the stars were twinkling, and a crescent moon was hanging high.

"When I was eight years old, I died on Baishan, I had a serious illness that year, and my mother took me to Baishan, and I died before I entered Guobei County." The little fat man said.

"And what about your father?"

"My father is a bad gambler and drunkard, everything that can be sold in the family is sold, every time he suffers a bad situation, he will beat and scold our mother, my mother can't stand it, so she fled with me, at that time, my head was broken, there was no money to treat along the way, only a kind Lang Zhong bandaged me and took medicine, but he couldn't follow our mother, so he could only give medicine to my mother."

Qin Yuelou was silent.

"Then my mother was on the road, I saw an injured man, and gave some medicine to the man, and the man gave my mother some gold and silver, but it was robbed by the mountain bandits, and the mountain bandits wanted to arrest my mother as the lady of the village, and my mother would rather die, so I blocked in front of my mother, and said, 'If you hurt my mother, I will die in front of you now, and then it will change.'"

Become a ghost, haunt you every day! And then the bandit got into it and let us two go." The little fat man took a sip of wine.

Qin Yuelou silently took out the pear blossom brew and put it in front of the little fat man.

"Then we went to the White Mountain, I died on the White Mountain, my mother dug a grave for me, buried me in it, I watched my mother dig my grave on the White Mountain, I wanted my mother to hear me, see me, I wanted to tell her, I was by her side, but she couldn't hear or see, just cried."

Qin Yuelou had such a picture in his mind.

The lonely woman was disheveled, with tears on her muddy face, digging the grave, next to the body that was gradually cold and stiff, it was her son, and finally reluctantly put her son into the grave.

"She didn't know how to read, so she could only use a stone to set up a monument for me, and found a crooked neck tree, and wanted to hang herself, at that time I seemed to be able to touch her, so I knocked her down, and she still wanted to, I hit it again, until she didn't want to, she should want to open, and left Baishan in despair, I followed my mother all the way to the foot of the mountain, and I couldn't leave Baishan, and my mother and her, I entered Guobei County, and I watched like that until I couldn't see her anymore."

Qin Yuelou still didn't speak.

"During the day, I was afraid of the sun, so I hid under the shade of the crooked neck tree, and I saw a man, and he wanted to hang himself, so I knocked him down again, and there were many people there who wanted to hang themselves, but during the day I hit them all, and I thought,

They are still alive, so why can't they live well?"

The little fat man took another sip of wine.

"In the third year, my mother took a child and a man to my grave, gave me incense and burned paper, I thought, at that time she should have lived a good life, and that man, I saved, he was very good to his mother, my mother chattered and told me at the grave, how she met him, he did not dislike my mother and ran away with me, my mother also ran a restaurant with him, my mother cooked very delicious."

The little fat man continued, but he looked like he had drunk a little too much.

"Later, I bumped into a lot of people who wanted to hang themselves, and those who were rescued by me said that the god of Baishan Mountain had appeared, so they set up a monument for me, and they carved stone statues with their own ideas, and worshiped them for a period of time, and I became like this, inexplicably, I became the mountain god of Baishan, and my mother may think that it was the god of Baishan Mountain who saved her, not me who saved her."

The little fat man said with a little crying and laughing.

"But I still want to go back to my mother's side, who wants to be this broken mountain god!" As he spoke, he began to cry, "But how can my mother recognize me when I look like this?"

"But... Since you are the god of Baishan Mountain, and you also said that there are offerings, why is it so dilapidated now?" Qin Yuelou wiped the little fat man's tears.

"That year, there was a lot of rain, and one of the mountains in the White Mountains was... Part of it turned into muddy water, and the earth and rocks washed down the mountain, crushing the family's house at the foot of the mountain, and there was a child in it, who was not rescued... I... I don't want that... But I can't help it, I've tried my best to get the muddy water away, but I still can't help it, I... I..."

The little fat man howled and cried, crying heartbreakingly.

Qin Yuelou knew that it was a mudslide, and Baishan was originally a barren mountain and a wild ridge, with sparse trees and a lush root system, so there was no way to grasp the soil, so there was a mudslide.

The little fat man didn't talk about the next thing, Qin Yuelou could also understand that because of the mudslide, the little fat man was targeted by those people, and only her mother came to worship.

Maybe it's because she thinks that "it was the god of Baishan Mountain who saved her and allowed her to live a good life now."

"Bitter, why is this wine so bitter?!" The little fat man cried and drank the sword wine yellow.

He repeated it over and over again, still gulping it down, and finally fell asleep.

Qin Yuelou looked at the little fat man, pinched a blanket for the little fat man, and covered him.

He looked at the System Mall.