The crow screamed a few times, Chen Jing opened his eyelids slightly, and hurriedly closed them again.

The sun was scorching, and it was noon.

Chen Jing covered his eyes with one hand, and rubbed the cracked ground under his body with the other hand, his eyes moved away, this side was in such a dry state.

After a moment of reflection, he and Cui Niu seemed to have been swallowed by the hound, and then fell asleep.

After his eyes adjusted for a moment, Chen Jing got up and scanned the surroundings, full of doubts in his heart, I don't know where this place, was he taken away from Zhi'an City by the hound, or was it still in the belly of the hound? Since there is an immortal spell of "heaven and earth in the sleeve", it is not strange that "the belly is full of things".

The land was barren, there was no vegetation or trees, and when I turned around and looked behind me, I saw a small village two or three miles away.

Chen Jing pondered for a moment, raised his feet and walked over there, first to inquire what kind of place this is, as for Cui Niu's whereabouts, in the long run, take a step back, then Zou Lao Mo should not have the courage to wantonly bully the disciples of You Xian.

"Cui Niu's bastard has always had good luck, where should he be happy, I knew to tie up with her. If you go to her side, you will be blessed and shared, and if you come to my side, you will be in trouble. ”

Looking at the broken place where the bird doesn't, Chen Jing said with disgust: "I'm left alone." ”

The small village is getting closer and closer, outsiders are approaching, they don't hear the barking of dogs, and at noon, there is no cooking smoke, it must be a poor village.

"The earthen walls are low, the black tiles are broken, and they are similar to my hometown......"

Chen Jing, who was talking to himself, was stunned for a moment, then suddenly ran up, ran into the alley, and crossed the house, his expression was hurried and flustered, and his mouth muttered into a shout.

"This is Chubby's house."

"This is Li Mutou's house."

"This yard is the largest, and it's the village chief's house."

"This Widow Zhu's house, there are still footprints on the door."

As Chen Jing ran, he shouted in a local accent, "Is there anyone, come out and show me!" ”

"Anyone's no!"

"Make a noise!"

Panting and listening, he couldn't hear the slightest movement, especially if he didn't give up, he broke into other people's homes and found the living one by one.

Chen Jing climbed over the wall, took a quick glance, and jumped into the neighbor's house.

They are all familiar people, but without exception, there is no one.

Chen Jing knew that the village in front of him was fake, even if it was the same as in his memory, his hometown had been destroyed by natural disasters, and even the master could only watch helplessly, so no matter how good Zou Lao Mo's skills were, it was impossible to turn back time.

But knowing this, his homesickness burst out, and he couldn't hold it anymore, even if it was just a few words to his parents and fellow villagers in his memory, it was enough.

After looking for dozens of families and finding nothing, Chen Jing was disheartened and walked silently to his house.

There are no living people to reminisce, so it's good to go home to remember.

The earthen wall is low, and now Chen Jing doesn't need to step on the bench or tiptoe, he can see inside at a glance.

A small water urn next to the big stove, and half a bowl of soil in a porcelain bowl with a gap.

Chen Jing smiled heartily, in the last period of his hometown, he relied on these to barely survive.

Footsteps came from the back room, and out came a young man dressed in coarse cloth.

Chen Jing was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly pushed the door in.

The young man saw that the door was pushed open, walked a few steps, walked directly through the body of the person blocking the way, walked to the door to look left and right, and then scratched his head and closed the courtyard door full of doubts.

One high and one low in the courtyard, one large and one small, two Chen Jing.

After the young man's movements, Chen Jing knew that he couldn't talk to his young self, his brain teased quickly, and he thought of pushing the door just now, and took out a green steel sword and drew a big "Chen" on the ground, hoping that the young man's self could see it.

The boy walked back and forth, stepping on the word "Chen" several times, but never stopped, and his eyelids didn't even touch, and he didn't seem to notice it.

Chen Jing looked at his young self and shook his head again and again, and when he wanted to write some more words, he looked down at the ground, and the word "Chen" just now had disappeared.

The man looked up to the sky and sighed, thinking that it was the old demon Zou who did not fulfill the wishes of others, so he made a mystery and targeted himself.

The young man took the open-mouth porcelain bowl, turned over the soil in the bowl, felt a little too much, poured out some, then mixed in some potato flour, went to the water urn and mixed some water, stirred for a while, kneaded into a white mud ball, smaller than the boy's fist, pulled a small piece, and swallowed the water in the water scoop.

Chen Jing squatted in front of the young man, looked at his eyebrows carefully, frowned slightly when swallowing, but remained silent.

"Guanyin soil will die if you eat too much, and if you eat less, you won't be hungry, it's hard for you." Reaching out and touching the small brain case is like touching an imaginary image, without the slightest touch.

The boy was reluctant to eat it all at once, so he got up and hid the rest to satisfy his hunger later. Then scoop a few scoops of water and water the potato seedlings at the root of the west wall, this thing is not too drought-tolerant, but it is better to produce more, and it is not difficult to feed a small person.

The sun is too hot, and the west wall root also uses half a mat to build a simple grass shed, otherwise, just the whole day of the poisonous sun exposure, no matter how much watering is in vain.

The young man whispered to the potato seedlings, "Don't wilt again, this time you will grow longer." ”

After taking care of the outside, the young man went back to the shade of the house, and the two of them, one big and one small, looked outside, and when the sun was setting in the west, and there was a shadow two steps wide at the base of the wall, the two looked back at the shrine in the house, and said in unison: "Father, mother, the child is out." ”

The noon is like a scorching heat, and the night is as cold as spring.

In order to find something to eat and use, I have to pick the day when it is not bearable, for example, hiding in the shadow of the courtyard wall, going door to door to search, perseverance, there will always be some unexpected joy.

You may come across an unopened rat hole, in which you may be able to take out a little bit of stored food, or you may be able to take out a shriveled mouse bone, which can be regarded as a good harvest, and the young man can also open the taste of meat.

Chen Jing followed the boy through the streets and alleys, searching for things from door to door, most of them found nothing, and occasionally found something that could be eaten at a glance.

There is no way, the people in the village, those who can walk have already left, and the remaining things in the house have almost been looted by the hungry villagers, and the more they go on, the more difficult the days will be, the fewer people will live, and every household in the village has been combed like a grate.

While the mother and mother were still alive, the mother and son lived in fear, hiding in the house every day, for fear that the hungry villagers would rob them of their only few days of rations.

In fact, the days of this kind of worry and fear were not very long, only a few months, and every household had some grain in stock, but the official messenger took advantage of the fire to rob at the beginning of the natural disaster and took away a lot of old grain.

There are fewer and fewer living people in the village, whether it is the evil ruffians or the kind elders, they have never appeared again, and when the young Chen Jing was puzzled and wanted to go out to see, his mother also fell.

Since then, there are no more young people in the village, and Chen Jing, who has nothing to rely on, can only earn his life on his own.

There were only a handful of villagers left, dying one after another, the young man's Chen Jing saw too much death, and he was also a little numb, every time he visited the door and saw someone dead, the young man dragged him to the west of the village, where there was a small dirt mountain, on which he dug dozens of holes, specially used to bury the local villagers.

Half a year has passed, and the boy has never encountered a dead person again.

There is no way to die.

In fact, there is another one, Chen Jing looked in the direction of the stage in the village, and said with emotion: "Hardship in the early years is not all bad. ”

Halfway through the sunset, the alleys were completely flooded by shadows, the boy hugged a bunch of gadgets in his chest and went home, the uninhabited village, the cramped narrow alleys, the sound of brisk footsteps, and occasionally someone humming children's songs.

Chen Jing was stunned in the back, and his life flicked his fingers in a hurry, if he could start over, he would be able to live in fear of himself, would he be able to earn his life like the weeds on the other side, no flowers, no inferiority, no fragrance and no shame?

"Dad, mother, I'm back."

When he returned home, the boy poured out the "treasures" in his clothes, and sorted them one by one, most of which were not needed for the time being, so he put them under the bed, and occasionally put them by the bedside if they were useful.

After tidying up, the young man took out the "stored grain", squeezed his eyebrows and eyes together, his face hesitated, he still pulled off a piece, swallowed the water, and then put the rest away, the villain looked at the gradually dim dusk and said: "When is it a head?" ”

Chen Jing squatted down beside him, and said with a gentle expression: "Bear with it first, and after a while, you will be able to get out of the predicament." ”

The young man held his chin, his little face was full of distress, and Chen Jing was cheering for the young man's self on the side.

"As long as you make it to the end, there will be an old man in a wide robe, who is not really old, at least not old, who will fall from the sky and take you away. Then on the way, he will tell you some inside stories of natural disasters, and you have to remember at this time, don't let him throw you to others, just recognize him as the master, the 'father' of your parents, so that he can't get rid of you. ”

"Later, you will meet a fellow disciple, a girl, and your brother, you don't have to think much about this, sooner or later you will know why I said this.

The two of you will fight when you first meet, and you will fight again in the next few years, or even for a lifetime, it has nothing to do with personal enmity, and it is not that you are born unpleasant, just to fight for a false name. Although she is a little out of tune, she is actually quite righteous, you don't lose money as a brother, but you have to be careful, don't be crooked by her, her means of winning people's hearts are extremely rude, but they do work. ”

"Learn more about Master's way of life, he must be a master of the old man, even if he has a bad reputation, it is for people who don't like him, and Master is still very polite to his own people."

"Oh, by the way, you not only have a master, but also two masters, an old man Dong and an uncle Meng. They are all elderly guys, one has heavy hands and feet, and the other has a stinky mouth, both of them have the ability, they can coax them, and they can endure them......"

"You will know some people in Zhao'an City, some of them are familiar at first sight, and more of them are ...... passers-by."

As night fell, the village was even quieter without the sound of insects, and the boy clicked his mouth a few times, stamped his feet, and finally made up his mind to go to the house and find half a candle to light it.

Chen Jing smiled: "After all, I am still soft-hearted. ”

The young man went out in the dark with a candle in his hand, and Chen Jing followed behind him, one big and one small, to the village stage.

Before the natural disaster, the stage was not used several times a year, and the village would invite people to sing the big opera when it encountered red and white things, and it was a place where a group of little babies frolicked on weekdays, and the village elders would come here first to see if they could not find their children.

The candle flame was faint, and it was gradually difficult to see three feet away, and the young man climbed onto the stage according to his memory, and walked to the back of the stage with small steps.

An old man with messy sideburns and a scruffy beard, wrapped in several layers of dirty cotton jackets, lay on the wooden board behind the stage, closed his eyes, and seemed to be sleeping.

The young man first took his hand to probe the old man's snort, and then shouted: "Old man Feng! ”

Youfeng City, which is located in the northernmost part of Nanyuzhou, was napping in the sun as usual, and the old man Feng, who had to get by, turned his head to glance at the south, and said in a daze: "What are you doing?" ”