In the pavilion of the small courtyard of the ancient building, Meng Juntong, An Ning, and Zhao Tianxing, the sage of Jinglan, sat on the table.

Meng Juntong is still relatively familiar with this environment, after all, the palace master garden is six or seven points similar to here, and this is the place where the garden is hospitable.

In front of each of the three of them was a blue and white lamp, which was a handful of old tea that Zhao Tianxing picked up when he passed through the tea field under the mountain. The brown color is dark yellow, and the tea rim is rough, and it doesn't look like something that can be drunk into the stomach by a saint.

Meng Juntong didn't care about the quality of the tea, but An Ning was always staring at the tea leaves in the tea cup in a daze.

Meng Juntong snorted lightly, breaking the silence at the moment: "Can you tell me more about what you remember now?"

An Ning's hand gently rubbed the rim of the blue and white porcelain cup, but there was no action to take the cup to drink tea, and he muttered like a dream: "The past is hard to remember, many things are broken, and I can't connect them together." ”

Zhao Tianxing, the Jinglan sage sitting on the main seat, had already picked up the tea cup at this moment, took a sip lightly, and seemed to be quite satisfied with this crude tea, and smashed his mouth: "It's okay, you can say whatever you remember, I can add it for you." I basically know about you, and I can help you remember if it doesn't involve secrets. ”

An Ning glanced up at Zhao Tianxing: "You didn't want to say a word about the past with me before." ”

Zhao Tianxing pointed at Meng Juntong: "With her here today, you can make an exception." ”

The corners of An Ning's mouth twitched slightly, he was a little disdainful of this saint's double standard performance, but as long as he could repair his dream soul and restore those memories of the past, he would not care about these details: "The first scene of my memory fragment seems to have come from a rainy night. ”

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The rain that night was really heavy, the kind of heavy rain that is rarely seen in northern Xinjiang.

For the dry and water-starved Northland residents, such heavy rain is tantamount to a blessing from heaven, but for the young Ning, it is simply a nightmare.

He could no longer recall how he had fallen into the pit in the woods, his foot was firmly caught in a thick black and rusty trap, and no matter how hard he wrewd, he could not break it open, and the broken calf bone pierced his skin and exposed, and the pain pierced his soul like a sharp cone.

Ning cried loudly and begged for help, but the rain outside was too heavy, mixed with thunder and lightning, and all the sounds in heaven and earth were covered in the thunderstorm.

As the rain became heavier, the water in the pit began to grow larger, and soon it submerged Ning's injured calf.

Young Ning just felt an indescribable coldness all over his body, but what made him a little relieved was that the pain in his leg didn't seem to be as strong as just now. He realized that he might be dying, and he wanted to struggle again, but he didn't have the slightest strength in his body.

The rain crackled down on his face on his back, and it had always awakened him from his drowsiness, and gradually, the cold raindrops lost their effect.

"Hey, wake up, don't you hear me! You can't die! Wake up, wake up!"

Wangwang...... A hurried dog bark, with a hurried voice calling, Ning had to wake up from the blur again, he felt someone slapping his face hard, and when he opened his eyes, he was no longer in the trap, but lying in a dry thatched hut, his body was still wet, like a water ghost, and on one side a bonfire that had just been raised, and the fire was not very strong was slowly swaying.

Seeing Ning wake up, two heads immediately came to his eyes, but one was a human head and the other was a dog head.

Ning was taken aback, and subconsciously wanted to shrink back, but his body had just moved, and a strong pain felt like an electric current that instantly spread through his body. The pain made him grin, and his facial features cramped and squeezed together.

"Hehe, I know it hurts, and I won't die now. A little beggar who was the same age as Ning and dressed in rags sat next to Ning, with a happy smile on his face, as if he had picked up some big treasure.

Ning finally slowly recovered from the panic just now, endured the severe pain in his body, and asked, "You saved me?"

The little beggar tilted his head and looked very proud: "No, I am your savior." ”

The little black dog on the side screamed and expressed his protest, and at the same time shook the hair on his body vigorously, and sprinkled the water droplets in the little beggar's face.

The little beggar sneered: "Okay, it's the big black who found you, and then asked me to rescue you, it is the first to take the lead," said while arching his hand at the big dog: "Uncle Hei, it's always right to say this." ”

The big black dog wagked his tail and went to the fire to keep warm, ignoring the guy.

Ning looked at the big black by the bonfire, and then looked at the little beggar sitting beside him, and didn't know what to say for a while, do you want to say thank you? But this life-saving grace, where is the simple word 'thank you' can be explained, if you want to say repay, now I really have nothing to take out to repay this person and a dog.

"Hey, why are you stunned, are you hungry?" said the little beggar as he took out half a piece of cooking cake from his arms, and then broke a small half of this half of the cooking cake and handed it to Ning's mouth, and now Ning couldn't move.

The cake was originally very hard, but it was soaked by the rain outside, and some bubbles came out.

To be honest, the food really didn't look like an appetite, but the hunger in his stomach reminded him that he had to eat something anyway.

Ning opened his mouth with difficulty, and let the little beggar stuff a quarter of the small cooking cake into his mouth, I don't know if he was hungry, he actually felt that the taste of this thing was not bad, and it was faintly sweet.

The little beggar broke off the remaining cooking cakes and stuffed them into his mouth little by little, and then put the rest back in his arms: "No matter how hungry you are, you have to save some food, if you don't do it, it will be life-saving food before starving to death next time." ”

"Why do you give me so much?" Ning looked at the little beggar and didn't understand, he didn't know the other party at all, the other party not only saved himself back, but also distributed his own rations to himself, Ning didn't understand.

The little beggar glanced at Ning and pouted: "How can there be so many whys, since you have been rescued, I said that God is not ready to let you die, I just push the boat to do a personal favor and conform to the destiny of heaven." ”

"Do you believe in Destiny?" Ning asked again.

The little beggar patted the clothes on his body, and felt that it was difficult to get wet, so he took it off as soon as possible, set it up by the bonfire and roasted it, and turned his head to look at Wangning again: "Do you want to take off your clothes and bake them?"

Ning Wenyan twisted his head to the side: "I don't need to." ”