Back Ye Ming left Chen Shusheng's house, it was okay at first, it was no problem to walk on his back, but after a while, Song Cheng felt that the person on his back was getting heavier and heavier, heavier and heavier.

Song Cheng gritted his teeth and insisted on carrying Yeming forward, and he was already sweating and sweating profusely after a few steps.

Song Cheng, who was flickering step by step, barely supported the advance, feeling that he could still support it, so he walked forward with Yeming on his back.

For the next part of the journey, Song Cheng always felt that he was about to be unable to hold on, and every time he was about to hold on, he would feel that Yeming had become a little lighter, and he could barely support it again, but he didn't feel relaxed at all.

Just kept moving forward like this, Song Cheng felt that he had sweated three liters, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

I don't know how to hold on to the city gate, at this time the sky has already spit out the white belly of the fish, and the city gate has just opened.

Not long after leaving the city, I heard a comfortable long moan from Yeming behind me:

"Comfort~~~"

After stretching on Song Cheng's back, as if he had just noticed his state, he patted Song Cheng on the shoulder strangely:

"Old Song, what's going on? Aren't we at your friend's house? ”

"Doesn't Mr. Yang like to leave early? I saw that it was almost dark, and you didn't wake up, so I thought about carrying you on my back so as not to delay the trip. ”

Song Cheng gasped and said, thinking that he could finally put people down.

Who knows that Yeming says:

"In this way, I originally wanted to stay in the city for one more day, since Lao Song is in such a hurry, then continue, I'll sleep for a while."

As he spoke, he lay on Song Cheng's back and continued to sleep.

Song Cheng had words of suffering, and he was so tired that he was about to collapse, but he didn't dare to put Yeming down, for fear of evil Yeming.

I just persevered, and after walking for a long distance, the autumn wind rose and the dark clouds pressed down, and it seemed that it was going to rain.

Seeing this, Song Cheng burst into tears with excitement, and finally had a reasonable reason to let Yeming come down.

"Mr. Yang, Mr. Yang, wake up, wake up, it's going to rain, we have to find a place to shelter from the rain."

This time Yeming was awakened, and when he heard the words, he smiled:

"There's an abandoned mountain temple over there, old Song, where can you carry me!"

"Eh, good~~"

Song Cheng finally looked forward to the end, and held his breath and carried Yeming to the abandoned mountain temple.

It's just that the last section of the road is uphill, and Song Cheng, whose physical strength is about to reach the limit, is about to use his strength to eat, so he carries Yeming on his back.

The donkey was carrying tears and hid leisurely in the mountain temple.

"Yang, Mr. Yang, it's here, it's here."

Song Cheng was out of breath, as if he would lose his breath at any time.

Ye Ming smiled, got off his back, and knocked on the dilapidated door panel of the mountain temple with a bamboo stick:

"Take this off and lie down comfortably."

Song Cheng, who was weak and weak, just wanted to lie down and have a good rest now, but he didn't dare to ignore Yeming's orders, forced his spirit, and after reluctantly removing the door panel, he couldn't hold on anymore, and sat on the ground, panting heavily.

At this time, it was raining outside in the autumn, and Song Cheng, who was thirsty, wanted to take a little rain to drink, but because of his face, he was embarrassed and could only endure it.

Yeming is lying on his side on the door panel, looking like he is enjoying himself.

Outside, the rain is beating on the grass and rocks, and there are also leaks in the dilapidated mountain temple, which keeps falling to the ground, and there is a different kind of artistic conception in it.

Song Cheng had no intention of listening to the sound of the rain, sat on the ground for a long time, and finally relieved himself.

I feel a little stronger, but I have stayed up until now in the middle of the night with Yeming on my back, my stomach is empty, and I am hungry and thirsty.

Fortunately, this time he kept an eye on it and took out a piece of bread from his arms, which he had specially left last night, just to prevent him from going hungry halfway.

I wanted to eat it directly, but after taking a look at Yeming, I still chose to take the cake to Yeming, and when I was about to tear off half of it and hand it to Yeming, I didn't prevent Yeming from taking the whole cake.

"Thank you, Old Song."

After saying a word casually, he started eating, and turned over, with his back to Song Cheng, quite a sneaky feeling.

Seeing this, Song Cheng wanted to stop talking, wanting to share a little, but after all, he couldn't open his mouth, smelled his fingers that still smelled a little flour, licked it, and sat obediently on the side, starving.

The rain fell for a long time, and it didn't stop until the afternoon, and when he saw that the rain stopped, Song Cheng hurriedly woke up Yeming, who was lying on his side and sleeping:

"Mr. Yang, the rain has stopped, and we can go."

Ye Ming smiled and responded, rode on the donkey, and walked out of the mountain temple, Song Cheng's footsteps were a little vain.

After walking for a while, Song Cheng was a little speechless.

It turned out that there was a village less than two miles behind the mountain temple, and they wasted so much time in the mountain temple in vain.

Seeing the village, Song Cheng was a little excited:

"Mr. Yang, I'll help you shout, let's prepare to open a fortune teller."

"Fortune telling? What kind of fortune is it? It's not appropriate to tell fortunes today, let's rest. ”

Yeming said a word, and rode into the village on the donkey.

"And what about our food and drink?"

Song Cheng hurriedly asked.

He couldn't stand it anymore.

Ye Ming waved his hand and said:

"Each of them will find a way to solve it."

After speaking, Yeming rode a donkey to the door of a villager, knocked on the door, and didn't know what to say to the family, and the family was very happy to invite Yeming in.

Seeing this, Song Cheng was quite helpless, his stomach was unbearably hungry, and there was no way, so he wandered around the village, looked around, and found a family of persimmon cakes hanging under the eaves of the courtyard.

Song Cheng swallowed, and reason told him that he shouldn't do this, but his thirst for food had made him almost lose his mind.

Taking advantage of the fact that the man was not at home and the woman was weaving cloth in the room, Song Cheng climbed over the fence of the yard, tiptoed under the eaves wall, reached out and grabbed a string of persimmon cakes, turned around and ran.

Song Cheng, who did this kind of thing for the first time, was obviously very inexperienced, and when he went out, he was in too much of a hurry, and he made a lot of noise in the fence.

The woman weaving cloth in the house was a village woman, and when she heard a movement, she looked out and found that someone had stolen her persimmon cake, and she was furious, picked up a wooden stick and chased it out.

Seeing this, Song Cheng hurriedly fled with the persimmon cake, and was chased and beaten by the, and was hit several times.

Fortunately, after all, she was a woman with small feet, and she couldn't catch up with Song Cheng, a man who didn't have her feet, so he escaped.

The woman scolded hard in the back, and the scolding was very ugly.

Song Cheng listened to the woman's scolding, was ashamed, panicked, and ran out of the village in a hurry, hiding in a broken grass shed outside the village.

Although he was beaten, he finally got something to eat, and Song Cheng devoured it.

When he ate the last persimmon cake, Song Cheng stopped and put it away.

After filling his stomach and thinking back to what happened just now, Song Cheng only felt that his face was hot, as a backbone reader, he had fallen to this point......

He didn't dare to go back to the village now, so he could only hide here and wait for tomorrow morning to sneak around to find Yeming.

Soon after dark, another man came to the hut.

It was a half-sized beggar holding a stick and a bowl with thick steamed buns.

The beggar boy was very surprised when he saw Song Cheng nesting here, and became vigilant with a stick.

Song Cheng was also surprised, and when he looked at the fact that this grass shed seemed to be often inhabited, he suddenly understood that this place belonged to this beggar boy.

It's just that it is obviously impossible for him to give up here at this time, Song Cheng moved his body, vacated an empty space, and motioned for the beggar boy to sit together.

The beggar boy had seen a lot of people, looked at the square scarf on Song Cheng's head, knew that this was a scholar, and saw that the other party didn't seem to have malicious intent, so he sat down next to Song Cheng.

Neither of the two spoke, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Seeing that Song Cheng didn't react, the beggar boy ignored him anymore, picked up the thick noodles and steamed buns in the bowl and ate them.

Song Cheng on the side couldn't help but purse his lips when he saw him eating sweetly.

Those persimmon cakes are not as good as grain in the end, although they can satisfy their stomachs, but they are hungry quickly.

The beggar boy noticed Song Cheng's eyes, turned his back to him and began to eat.

Seeing this, Song Cheng also felt embarrassed, turned his face away, and stopped looking at the beggar boy.

The beggar boy ate a few bites, found Song Cheng's embarrassed appearance, looked at the steamed bun with most of it left, hesitated for a while, tore off half of it, and handed it to Song Cheng.

"Here you go, eat!"

Song Cheng looked at the beggar boy in surprise, moved his fingers, took the steamed bun, and ate it.

The atmosphere between the two seems to have eased a lot, and as the steamed buns are finished, some kind of trust seems to have been established between the two.

Song Cheng thought about it, took out the remaining persimmon cake from his arms, broke it in half, and handed it to the beggar boy in half.

The beggar boy took it and ate half of the persimmon cake.

The two suddenly looked at each other and smiled, and there was no longer that strangeness.

The autumn night was cool, and it was a little cold in the middle of the night, and two thinly dressed people hugged each other for warmth, and slept beautifully in the grass hut.

When it was white, the beggar boy woke up first:

"I have to go to the city to ask for food."

After saying that, the beggar boy went away.

Seeing the beggar boy go away, Song Cheng also tidied up his clothes, straightened his crown, held his head high, and whispered in his mouth:

"When greed arises, it is not good, and it is difficult to do good deeds in the field.

The grass house has a sense of the true self, and a thought breaks the width of the heaven and the earth. ”

After groaning, most of them walked towards the village......

A woman and a man in the village were placing persimmon cakes in their yard to dry.

When the woman saw Song Cheng appear outside the fence of her house, she immediately pulled the man next to her and shouted:

"Boss, yesterday it was this thief who stole our persimmon cakes and stole a whole bunch!"

When the man heard this, he came out with a hoe in his hand and went straight to Song Cheng.

Seeing this, Song Cheng didn't panic, let alone run away, just waited for the man to come to him.

The man originally wanted to beat Song Cheng, but seeing that he was a showman and so fearless, he couldn't help but mutter, and his momentum unconsciously decayed.

"Xiucai, you stole my family's things yesterday?"

The man asked.

Song Cheng arched his hand and replied:

"Yes, yesterday was Song who was obsessed with a ghost and made a mistake, so he made such a mistake, and today I am here to apologize."

"Apologies? We don't talk about that in the village, you just have to return what you eat. ”

Seeing Song Cheng's sincere attitude, the man was not too embarrassed.

Hearing this, Song Cheng took off his coat.

"Don't hide it, Song is penniless now, do you think you can use this dress to compensate?"

The woman followed, took the garment, touched the material, and said to the man:

"The master, he has a good material for this clothes, and he can make a dress for the two little ones in our family."

When the man heard this, his face softened, he didn't care about it anymore, and generously gave Song Cheng a few persimmon cakes for him to eat on the road.

Song Cheng did not shirk and accepted it happily.

At this time, Yeming came out of the house in the village yesterday, stretched his waist, and rode on the donkey, and Tear Ling also jumped on the back of the donkey and came towards Song Cheng.

"Old Song, did you sleep well last night?"

Yeming took off the gourd on his waist, took a sip of wine, and asked with a smile.

When Song Cheng heard this, although he had no coat, he felt a little arrogant, and said neither humbly nor arrogantly:

"I slept well, woke up, refreshed, and looked at the world in front of me, it was completely new and different!"

"Yes, since we've slept well, let's move on."

"Let's go!"

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