The children who survive in the streets and alleys are the most knowledgeable, Xiao Ye knows that it is Shen Nian who is suspicious, and he also knows that the few people sitting opposite are all good people, and they all want to help him and Brother Ling, so it is difficult to refute, but the corners of his mouth are drooping.

"How long have you known each other?" Shen Nianyi still had to ask clearly.

"It's been more than a year." Xiao Ye put down the dishes and chopsticks, "Brother Ling has never let me do anything bad, if it weren't for him, I would have been caught by Dawu to do this." He made a gesture, and everyone could see that he was going to be a thief in the street.

"He can't protect himself, how can he protect you?" Shen Nianyi looked at him and asked.

Xiao Ye really couldn't answer, and his face turned red: "Don't underestimate Brother Ling, he is very powerful." ”

Shen Nian nodded, and glanced at Zheng Ronghe, both of them guessed what method Brother Ling used, there were more than ten kinds of toxins in his body, and it should be enough to scare and scare the Great Witch at will, and the Great Witch was afraid that in his eyes, it was not a good thing.

However, Brother Ling has always been very measured, just like he wouldn't tell Sun Shining directly about the embarrassing identity of that stepson that day, he covered it up appropriately, only letting Xiao Ye see the bright side, such a behavior is commendable.

"My lord, everything I say is true." There is still a stubbornness in the small leaf.

"I just want to help you better, and I don't mean anything else." Where would Shen Nianyi embarrass a child, he raised his hand and touched Xiao Ye's head, in the past, he would not have made such an amiable action at all, even when Shi Ning fell into prison, he still disliked her unkemptness, and he couldn't wait to retreat.

It turned out that unconsciously, he had changed a lot, and he no longer looked at others with a downward gaze, if Cheng Confucianism knew the current Shen Nianyi, would he put his hostility even lower.

Xiao Ye obviously accepted his words: "My lord, when Brother Ling's health is better, I am willing to be a cow and a horse to serve the lord in return." ”

The dragonfly couldn't listen to it, so he dragged people away, still teaching along the way: "What kind of person are you Shen, the masters around him are like clouds, and he can't count them, where is your turn to be a cow and a horse, I don't think you are too stupid, in the future, it is better to follow me to cut medicinal herbs, wash dishes, and be more practical." ”

Shen Nian couldn't help laughing when he heard this, looked at Zheng Ronghe and said, "You apprentice is really a human spirit. ”

"He relieved you of the siege, and I will praise him a few more words when I go back." Zheng Ronghe's smile narrowed little by little, "At this moment, you and I are free, why don't you come and hear the story about me?" ”

"Your story?" Shen Nianyi asked knowingly, "Didn't you report those big and small things a long time ago, and it was too late to turn yourself in at this time." ”

"I'm serious." Zheng Ronghe was anxious to make a statement, so he simply stood up, the past that he had been hiding from mentioning, after seeing Brother Ling, he couldn't hold it back, probably the so-called sympathy, he saw not only a patient, but also his past self.

The dying self who was lying in the corner, waiting for his body to slowly decay, Zheng Ronghe's eyes were like a thin veil, dull.

"Are you sure you want to say it?" Shen Nianyi asked rhetorically again.

"Yes, it's better not to think about some encounters, otherwise, you will have to burn all your internal organs before you stop." Zheng Ronghe turned his back slowly, "Many years ago, when I was selected to be a medicine man, I was only five years old. ”

Since he was sensible, Zheng Ronghe heard the most sentence, that is, he was born to study medicine, he could recite the soup song at the age of three, and at the age of four, he could distinguish dozens of simple medicinal materials one by one, his hands were extremely flexible, and his favorite thing to do was to grab the hands of adults and pretend to take the pulse.

Adults liked him, so he put his little fingers on his wrist and smiled kindly.

So, when he was five years old, he was sent to the very famous Xinglin master, who just looked at him a few times, already showed an approving gaze, and said a few words, and even didn't have to pass the three-layer trial to take him into the door.

Of course, the family happily told him to be obedient and studious, and then left him behind and left with peace of mind.

Since that day, it was the beginning of Zheng Yonghe's nightmare, he was turned into a medicine man step by step, he couldn't see his family, couldn't see the sky outside, and was not allowed to talk to other unrelated people.

Every month, someone will come to deliver a lot of medicinal herbs, so that the two medicine boys who guard the door will fry them on time, and pour them all down with their hands and feet, and bowl after bowl of all kinds of decoctions that can't be said to have any taste will corrode his taste buds.

To make matters worse, in the middle of the month, someone would cut ten of his fingers with a knife, and the order would never be reversed, and only when the blood from the fingertips flowed out of the small bowl would he be carefully taken away like a treasure, and he was already convulsed in pain, and he could not stand up at all.

The five-year-old child can actually do very little, at first he was a little hopeful, at least in addition to those decoctions, every day is also a supply of good food and clothing, not really to his little life, he thought that as long as he endured a while, the people of the family came to visit him, he would find clues, when the time came, he must ask to follow them back, never stay in this hellish place again.

However, after three years of waiting, his body became weaker and weaker, and he didn't know what went wrong, his family never came to see him, and the ulcers on his skin, the size of a small fingernail, slowly spread all over his body.

At the beginning, no one cared, still doing the same steps, feeding, bloodletting, and when he noticed the abnormality, he was about to breathe, and the person who sent the medicinal herbs must also be a master, at first he wanted to save it, but soon realized that he was terminally ill at all, and stumbled out to call people.

When he awoke again, he saw the master, and three years later, again, he felt that the face that had once seemed kind was even more terrifying than all the ghosts a child could imagine.

The man's eyebrows were tightly locked, and he actually diagnosed him seriously, asking others what to do from time to time, and only in a few words, even the person who delivered the medicine, the caretaker, and even the decoction of the medicine, all ate the man's slap, half of his face was red and swollen, and he was almost out of breath, but he couldn't help laughing.

The man was tall, looked at him condescendingly, and his voice was buzzing: "What are you laughing at?" ”

"Thank you for being angry for me." When he had said this, he closed his eyes and thought he was dead.

The man was obviously stunned for a while, after all, he was an eight-year-old child in front of him, and he didn't expect to treat life and death so easily, but after thinking about it, there was nothing wrong with it, the older he gets, the more afraid of death is, this is common sense, the children have not had time to try the temptation of wealth and glory, power and money, and where do they know the beauty of living one more day.

It's a pity, it's a pity, the medicine man who has been raised for three years actually died like this, lying flat like this, there is a smell of flowers and fruits on the plate for a long time between his breaths, it can be seen that the internal organs have been rotted, and the appearance of the skin is just a warning.

"Carry him out, find a place with a corner, and put it there, and in a few days he will be dying." The man let go of the fingers on him and wiped them slowly with a piece of brocade.

The obedient person was a little hesitant, after all, he had been here for three years, and if he went out and said something that should not be said, it would be a kind of trouble, it would be better to strangle him on the spot, and he would be killed.

The man was very unceremonious and slapped the questioner again: "I have never had a human life on my hands in my life, let him go out and fend for himself, he can last a few days before he dies, it is not within my control, and there is no need to talk nonsense about anything else." ”

So, he was lifted by two powerful men, and walked a long, long way, and there should be no place for people, so he put people down, and there was not a trace of food and water left, and such a condition seemed to be unable to last even twelve hours, and those people approached again, and checked his condition very carefully, and saw that he was already out of breath and inhaled less, so he was relieved to go.

Eight years old, eight years old, so long, so short, he never understood why his family loved him so much, why never appeared again, if he knew that his whole body was corrupt and died in such a place, would anyone shed a tear.

Probably not, he thought, except himself.

It won't hurt anymore, it won't hurt anymore, he can't help but comfort himself, he just needs to exhale the last few wisps of air in his lungs, and he will never feel these things again, he is happy to die sooner, faster.

"Where did you meet the future master?" Shen Nianyi was shocked in the dead of night when he heard him tell such a tragic story in a calm tone, "So, every time you talk about yourself, you start talking about yourself since you were eight years old, and there is no more before." ”

"Yes, not before." Zheng Ronghe sighed softly and said, he thought that he had missed his family like this for three years and nights, but he never expected that a five-year-old child could not remember much, coupled with the damage to his memory by drugs, he couldn't remember later, where was his former home, what was his original name, he only remembered those fragments, those dangling figures, and fragmented words.

"So, Zheng Ronghe's name was also given by your master?"

"Yes, he said that the two words Rong and the word "harmony" are very suitable for my character."

"You're not an orphan either."

"Probably not."

"So, who was the doctor who imprisoned you back then?"

"I don't remember." Zheng Ronghe thought for a moment before saying, "However, it is definitely not from the same family as Brother Ling, the techniques are very similar, how to say it, the methods of cultivating medicine people in the world are actually similar, the difference is only that the medicine people themselves have a physique." ”