The flowers bloom two and each has a branch, but it is said that on the sixth night of October in the first year of Baoying, there was a huge sound behind the Ci'en Temple in Chang'an City, as if a house had collapsed and the ground had collapsed. Nearby residents thought that the earthquake had awakened many people, so they got up with their clothes and ran out of the house. It was dark and cold, and they waited for a long time without aftershocks before they went home.

The vibration was transmitted from the small temple behind the Temple of Mercy and Grace, although Lin Yin's palm that broke out of the hole did not shatter the gold and iron base, but the stone Buddha was connected to the stone pillar below and flew away, straight through the roof, and after falling, it smashed several walls, and the entire small temple was destroyed.

Crawling out of the ground, although it was late at night, there was a sparkling starlight, which was naturally much brighter than in the crypt. When Lin Yin was underground, because he was afraid of losing his sight after coming out, he would make some fires every once in a while, so that his eyes would not be blind for a long time, so when he climbed up from the ground, he could still see the starlight and cold moon vaguely.

The cool breeze blew, Lin Yin shivered slightly, he didn't know how long he had been underground, naturally there was no wind and rain, so when the breeze blew, it was like a cloud driving a fog, fluttering and lost.

After coming out, he stood for a long time before passing through the rubble wall, slowly crossing the Temple of Mercy and Grace, and walking to Dongshi Street. At this time, the street was empty, and Lin Yin staggered down the street, muddy and top-heavy. I couldn't walk a few steps, I was a little tired, I found a corner, slowly lay on the ground, and fell asleep.

On the second day, the sky was sunny and clear, and the late autumn was actually like the early summer, which was very warm. Chang'an has been recovered by the Tang soldiers, most of the fleeing residents have been restored, and the order in the city has gradually become orderly, with pedestrians and pawns on the streets, and traders and merchants traveling in an endless stream.

A young woman walks slowly down Dongshi Street, holding a bamboo basket full of vegetables, rice and meat in one hand and a four- or five-year-old boy in the other. The little boy jumped up and down, always trying to break free from the young woman, and the young woman gently dissuaded her as she walked. Although the young women and children are not gorgeously dressed, they are all neat and clean, presumably from well-off families.

Suddenly, the boy pointed to a corner of the street and shouted, "Mother, mother, look, there is an old man over there, sleeping on the ground." The young woman followed the boy's point, glanced over the side, and saw a scrawny, ragged beggar with his hair and beard sleeping against the wall. There were people coming and going on the street, and it was strange that the beggar was sleeping deeply. The young woman took the boy's hand and said, "Oh, don't look at it randomly, let's go quickly, your father is still waiting for your mother to come home and cook." The boy called Kuankuan said, "Mother, you see that man's beard is longer than his grandfather's, isn't it very old?" The young woman shouted softly: "Don't talk nonsense, do you grow old if your beard grows?" Kuankuan nodded solemnly, and said in a milky voice: "That's right, Daddy's beard is short." Then he looked at his mother and said, "He doesn't cover the quilt when he sleeps, he is not good, I am good." The young woman smiled and said, "Yes, yes, the baby is the most well-behaved; Alright, we're going home. Kuan Kuan said: "Mom, he is so pitiful, his clothes are torn, and he is not chubby, he must not eat obediently, let's give him a bun." The young woman nodded with a smile and said, "Okay, okay, Kuankuan, you go and send a bun to your uncle." After speaking, he pulled out a bun from the basket and handed it to Xiao Kuankuan.

Xiao Kuankuan took the bun, trotted over to the long-bearded beggar, and gently put the bun on the ground. The beggar suddenly opened his eyes slightly, glanced at Kuankuan, and seemed to want to say something, but he only opened his mouth and did not make a sound.

Kuan Kuan was not afraid of the beggar who was unkempt and skinny like a ghost, stared at the beggar and squeaked and said, "Give you a bun, you can eat it, you can be chubby when you are full." ”

The beggar grinned, as if he wanted to laugh, but he was very struggling. Then the young woman came over, smiled at the beggar, and then took Xiao Kuankuan away. As he walked, Kuan Kuan asked, "Mom, why does that man sleep on the street, doesn't he have a home?" The young woman said, "Yes, some people have no home, so they can only sleep outside." Kuan Kuan replied, "Oh, then he is so pitiful." ”

The older and the younger walked south from Dongshi, and soon returned to their own courtyard, and before they could close the courtyard door, they saw the beggar standing at the door, and he wanted to say something.

The young woman was a little frightened, but still asked, "What are you going to do, do you want to eat?" After saying that, he was ready to take food out of the basket.

The beggar nodded, shook his head again, and spat out: "Eh, Jixi, Jiejie......" The young woman listened very carefully, but she didn't understand what the beggar said, so she asked: "You don't eat, what do you want?" Suddenly he suddenly realized, "Do you want silver?" I'll go get you some. The beggar shook his head again and again, and said with an anxious face: "Ping Pong, forehead, forehead ......" The beggar said with great difficulty, and suddenly closed his mouth and wrote on the ground with his hand: "Borrow me a pen and paper." ”

The handwriting was crooked, but the young woman was dumbfounded, and the street was paved with bluestone slabs under her feet, and the beggar's fingers poked it as easily as poking tofu.

It took a long time to come back to her senses, and the young woman was about to turn around to get it, when she heard someone behind her ask, "Xiaolian, who is outside?" Xiaolian was the young woman, she turned around and said, "Xianggong, you say hello, I'll go get a pen and paper." With that, he turned and walked into the house.

Xiaolian's husband is twenty-five or sixteen, dressed as a Confucian student, with two locks of beard, quite literate. He walked over and saw the beggar, and was about to ask, when he saw the handwriting on the ground, took a breath, and said, "Brother, please come in and talk about it." ”

The beggar did not refuse, and followed the Confucian into the courtyard and then into the living room. At this time, the woman named Xiaolian had already brought a pen and paper, put it on the table, and set up a chair for the beggar to sit down.

The beggar bent down to thank him, picked up a pen and paper and wrote the word "thank you" first. The Confucian smiled, nodded and said, "In Xia Yang Qiwu, I don't know the name of Brother Taizun." The beggar wrote two words crookedly: "Lin Yin." ”

Lin Yin slept for a while, gradually refreshed, saw the young woman kind on the street, cheekily came back with her, and wanted to ask what time it was, but found that she hadn't spoken for too long, and it was inconvenient to speak. I also want to lend pen and paper to communicate with people.

Yang Qiwu nodded, and Lin Yin continued to write: "How long has An Lushan died. Yang Qiwu asked, "Brother Lin, don't you remember?" He also said: "That is already the second year of Zhide, and now it is the first year of Baoying, the third year of Qianyuan, and the second year of Shangyuan, and it has been almost six years." ”

Lin Yin was stunned for a while, and sighed in his heart: "An Lushan was locked up underground soon after his death, and I didn't expect that almost six years had passed in the blink of an eye; He has also changed from a seventeen or eighteen boy to a twenty-four or five youth. "I sat there, not knowing what to write.

Seeing this, Yang Qiwu asked, "Brother Lin, what's wrong?" Lin Yin came back to his senses, shook his head, and wrote, "I want to take a bath." Yang Qiwu saw it and said, "Wait a while, I'll let my inner man boil water." Lin Yin shook his head and wrote, "No, well, bucket." It was cold in late autumn, but Yang Qiwu remembered Lin Yin's stunts, hesitated slightly, and said, "Brother Lin come with me." After speaking, he led Lin Yin to the backyard, and took the bucket towel and soaphorn paste and handed it to Lin Yin. Not far away was a wooden stool, along with a knife and a set of old clothes.

The young woman Xiaolian had already prepared the meal, Xiao Kuankuan looked at the table full of food, although her saliva swallowed, but when she saw that her parents did not move, she refused to move her chopsticks. The three of them waited for a while, and a man pushed the door in, and the man came in and threw himself to the ground towards Yang Qiwu and his wife, and then squeaked and said, "Fight a little." It was Lin Yin, who was slurring his speech.

Yang Qiwu understood Lin Yin and thanked him, and said with a smile: "Brother Lin is polite, sit down and eat." Lin Yin nodded, and sat down. Kuan Kuan looked at Lin Yin, flashed his big eyes and asked, "Mom, who is this uncle?" Lin Yin washed up and down, shaved her hair and changed into clean clothes, and her appearance naturally changed.

Yang Qiwu smiled and said to Kuan Kuan: "This is the uncle just now, you don't know it." He said as he beckoned Lin Yin to eat. Kuan Kuan stared at Lin Yin with big eyes, as if he didn't believe it.

Lin Yin only ate raw wheat and corn for six years, and in the next few years, the food was moldy and rotten, and he could barely survive (I am from the countryside, and the grain is in a relatively dry place, which can be stored for several years, as for why there is grain hidden in the ground, I will talk about it later), where is there any good taste. After coming out, I saw a steaming meal for the first time, and there was fish and meat, so naturally my index finger moved. Seeing that the food was steaming, I burst into tears in a trance and wanted to cry.

Yang Qiwu and his wife naturally saw it in their eyes, and it was inconvenient to say anything, so they couldn't stop serving vegetables for Lin Yin; Lin Yin was still a little restrained at first, but the more he ate, the more he let go, and in the end, he was like a wolf, and Xiao Kuankuan on the side looked at Lin Yin in the wind, and ate the food on the table, almost crying.

After eating hot meals and hot dishes, and drinking a few bowls of hot soup, Lin Yin felt more comfortable than ever; Seeing that the food on the table was almost eaten by himself, he smiled apologetically and said, "There are two more, the dishes are not finished, hehe." Yang Qiwu said with a smile: "Brother Lin doesn't have to be polite, let's just do it again." Xiao Kuankuan also said pitifully: "Uncle, we still have enough to eat, just leave me a little." Lin Yin scratched her head and smiled, and said, "Thank you, Xiao Kuankuan, uncle will play tricks for you in a while." Kuan Kuan said happily: "Uncle, can you do tricks, I don't think it's good to change now." Lin Yin said: "Wait until you finish eating." Gradually, I opened my mouth more, my mouth and tongue became more flexible, and my words became clearer. Kuan Kuan is very sensible, and his tutor is also strict, so he nodded obediently.

ps: The protagonist came out, but in fact, it wasn't in it for a long time, just three or four chapters, but the time span was large. I've been so busy lately, and I have to work overtime tomorrow, but I've finally rushed out a chapter. Rejection of shoddy !!!