Chaoping City, surrounded by two waters, Yunqiong Mountain leans on, and in the clouds and fog, there are a few birds skimming the sky.

Between the markets, there is a long Xie Xiulou Street, neat neighborhood stalls are placed in a whole line, there are people buying, selling, eating, drinking and having fun, there are Zhenjiang pot cover noodles in the north, acetate oil splash cakes hanging up in the west, and the yellow bamboo clips in the south of the Yangtze River are ordinary meat buns that come from Bianjing not far away, and they are also lined up on a square table.

A shop shouted: "The wolves of the Tiger race in the northwest, the grain in the south of the Yangtze River, and the Lang in the north." ”

"The men in the northwest are fighting on the battlefield, and the beauties in the south of the Yangtze River are guarding the empty houses. A vendor from Bianjing shouted, and there were people in his unobtrusive stall who ate Bianjing's handicraft pork buns, fried minced meat wrapped in strong dough, and customers would roll two or three to take home to eat.

Someone else shouted: "It's okay to be alone in an empty house, but there is no food left at home." The old dealer, who was spilling face, shouted.

It was the old man Wang at the entrance of the Guandaokou who took this sentence: "The beautiful woman is the first to be the wedding dress, and the good man should be ambitious in all directions." ”

Some outsiders who had just come to Chaoping were eating and drinking, and they couldn't help but choke on it, and they took a bite of noodle soup, which was seasoned with scallion oil, swallowed it in one gulp, and slapped their chests hard.

"In ancient times, there were strong men and prosperous Tang Dynasty, and now there are weak soldiers Zhao and Song, and they are no longer in the past. It is difficult to recover from Kyushu, so far in the next ten years, will it come out again?"

Some people look at that day, and only think that he is sympathetic, and when they see him in rags, they only think that he is a man from the north who is full of nonsense, and some people look at him pitifully, and see that he has no table or books, so he reads the storyteller who is a stand-up storyteller, and often takes out a copper coin or two from his bosom and throws it in front of that person.

Some people beat gongs and drums, some people played a long flute, the small drums were noisy, everyone looked at the past, and among the bustling people, there was Hongjiao carried by a few men.

Everyone hurriedly gave up their food to see the groom's official sitting on a tall horse, a thin figure appeared in front of the bun shop of the Bianjing dealer, no one noticed, two gray little hands lifted the corner of the cage, two buns bigger than his fist grabbed in his arms, and took advantage of the fact that no one around thought of it, and hurriedly ran into the alley on the side.

The bridegroom was tall and heroic, and the horse under his crotch was also full of spirits, and the long street of servants holding spears was full of ordinary people.

A businessman from Qizhou asked the people on the side in confusion: "This brother, dare to ask who this groom official is, what kind of official is it?

These thirty or forty domestic servants were all armed with swords, and there was a fierceness between their eyebrows, which was obviously not good.

"You are not a local, you really don't know, this is a Confucian family, and the Junjie sitting on that horse is Kong Du, the son of the Confucian family, who is married to Su Qingsu, the singer of Pingyulou. ”

"A singer?" said some outsiders.

The person who spoke said to himself: "Miss Su Qingsu, all the way from Chaoping to Bianjing, who doesn't know who doesn't know? The prime minister's son came to the door to ask her to be a concubine, although Miss Su is a generation of singers, but Qiong Yao Pavilion is in Chaoping's Oiran, but her temperament is strong, what about the prime minister? Jump into the Qiushui Lake to fight to the death, and the real woman is also." Looking at his crepe appearance, everyone suddenly realized that this is also a reading talent, and his wide eyes are about to fall out of their sockets.

Kong Du's eyes were full of smiles, today he got the person he liked in his life, three years of bitter fruit, and today it has come to fruition.

After the saint Confucius, he was worshiped by the world's talented people. On a rainy night, Kong Du knelt on the pebble steps and begged his father to approve him to marry her.

He begged his father to agree to the marriage, and he spent three years persuading his father.

In the first year.

"Father! You laugh at me for not knowing the etiquette, righteousness and shame, I am exhausted and have no intention of taking the Beijing examination, the name of the Confucian family! I am not rare!" Kong Du roared loudly at that time, ran happily on a rainy night, and slipped into the long street.

When he came back to look for his family, he finally found him in the beggar in the broken temple at the entrance of Tianjia Village, ragged, hungry, and I don't know how many times he hadn't eaten.

The following year it was rainy again.

His father scolded him angrily, and his thunderous voice continued to speak, and he scolded: "Ordinary people don't stop you, but that's a singer! You are a prostitute, and you are a girl in the Red Mansion, and you have lived for 19 years in vain, and you actually want to marry that prostitute as a wife! You really want to be angry with me? Why don't you get out of here!"

The thunder was gusting, the rain was pouring down, no one cared when the rain stopped, and there was a lot of water accumulated between the smooth moire bricks, and Kong Du knelt there, his body straight.

His father was so angry that he was reluctant to beat him, so he smashed everything on the table, even his most precious inkstone was shattered on the ground.

The third year was extremely uneventful.

When the heavy rain comes, there will still be people to kneel, the young man heard that the prime minister's son was going to buy Su Qing, he was anxious, even though he was the grandson of the Confucian saint, all the people in the world bowed down to listen to the teaching, but he was afraid that he would not be too late, and the prime minister's son made up his mind to take away his sweetheart.

"You can bring people out, but you can't be a wife, you can only keep a concubine. "My mother has never interfered in my father's discipline of Kongdu, but this time I actually turned to him and finally agreed to him, and my father agreed.

Now the neighborhood is all around, and the entire Chaoping City knows that he Kong Du wants to marry her Su Qing as a concubine, what if he is not in the right position, thinking of this, Kong Du turned his head to look at the red sedan chair, the red cloth was blocked, and he couldn't see the beauty inside.

The long street is bustling with spectators, there are a few servants of the Confucian family to disperse the crowd, to the front of the Confucian Mansion, there are already Confucian family members waiting at the door early, the long sedan car stopped, the red cloth was lifted, the beauty inside smiled, with a wave of both hands, it was not only the grain bucket, but also a broken silver the size of a thumb, which fell to the ground and splashed high. She took one handful after another, and the silver on a large plate was a hundred taels at least, and fell to the ground with a loud sound.

The onlookers were just stunned for a moment, and hurriedly rushed forward to grab the broken silver on the ground, and several people grabbed two pieces of broken silver the size of their thumbs, and hurriedly hid into the crowd with happy faces.

Kong Du grabbed Su Qing's hand and stepped over the brazier, ran inside, and a group of Confucian people followed in, and the door of the Confucian Mansion closed again.

These two are meat buns, the meat filling is fragrant, the meat filling with green onions is like the braised lion's head in Renxiang Building, the lion's head little beggar has never eaten it, but the taste should be as delicious as this meat bun filling.

Swallowing his saliva, the little beggar took the bun in his arms, and ran fast under his feet, through the streets and alleys, out of Chaoping City, and into the Land Temple outside the city.

The father-in-law of the land was holding the imperial plate with a smile on his face, but the sunlight outside the temple shone in, and he couldn't shine here.

In the corner of the temple burned a pyre that had become charcoal wood, and an old beggar lay there, breathing, and did not move for a while.

"Old man, blame old man! I'm back! You are blessed with meat to eat. The little beggar cried, his hair curled and tangled, and he hurriedly panted to the old beggar's side, and the two meat buns in his arms were round and very pleasant.

The old beggar's eyes opened little by little, turned his head to look at the little doll with black and gray face, his wrinkled old face showed a smile, and he weakly raised his hand and touched the little baby's face, and said: "You eat, I'm going to die, touch your face again, I haven't washed my face for a long time, and my mouth is dirty." ”

"Dead?" Xiaowa was stunned for a moment, looking at the old man like this, her heart was sour, and tears poured out, hugging the old man's skinny body, where is this human body, except for this bloodless face, this is clearly a skeleton covered with skin.

The old beggar had tears in his eyes, his chapped lips trembled, the old man who was about to enter the ground, the grievances of his life, fell down with his tears, he didn't want to move, he wanted to hold the little beggar, he was reluctant.

A few thunderbolts thundered in the clear sky, and the pedestrians outside the temple hurriedly ran there, and the drizzle fell, and the blades of grass were swayed by the raindrops.

The land in the temple squinted and smiled, and there were a few sticks of incense in the incense altar, the land temple had not been cleaned for too long, and the corners were full of cobwebs.

Xiaowa forced the old beggar to eat a meat bun, there was no half-burnt incense, the old man's inhalation strength was gone, his body slowly became cold, and his skin slowly became stiff.

The little beggar's face was dusty, and he ate the meat bun one bite at a time, and he wanted to grab the old beggar's hand and carry him outside to be buried, he was a beggar, and there was no coffin to bury him, so as not to eat insects, ants, and beasts, and these wild dogs have been more recently.

Even if it was such a thin old beggar, he couldn't move his back, and fell to the ground with a thud, splashing water, and the little beggar was even dirtier. Somehow, the little beggar began to cry, and the cry came one after another, and his face was full of tear stains and rain.

Someone came from afar, at the gate of the temple, a man and a woman, followed by an old man, all three of them were wearing plain white carrying long swords, holding umbrellas, the old man who led the way had been watching this scene for a while, sighed slightly, and sighed that although the world is full of states, life and death are indeed the same.

"Master, this little doll is really sad, I think this old beggar is his last relative here, and now, too, is dead. The female disciple said while holding the oil-paper umbrella in her hand.

The young disciple also looked at Yu Xin and couldn't bear it, the old man nodded, and said, "It's really a hard-working child, it's not big." ”

The little beggar, crying, as if he felt something, turned his head, saw the three people who walked in, and hurriedly stuffed the little bun skin left over from the food into his mouth with both hands, and continued to grab one of the old beggar's hands, and dragged it to the mass grave next to it to be buried.

A hand blocked him, the little beggar looked up, startled, the young man who was still in the distance, looked like he was not much older, stood in front of him in the blink of an eye, he was startled, the young man was handsome and extraordinary, smiled at the little beggar himself, and grabbed the old beggar's hand.

In the young man's astonished eyes, the little beggar hugged his arm, opened his mouth and bit it, very hard, and his teeth were embedded in the flesh.

The young man frowned, not that it hurt much, but that the child looked like a bit of a scoundrel, looked at the old man and said, "Master, this stinky boy bites me!"

The old man squinted and smiled, and even the girl next to him burst out laughing, and the little beggar with the size of the doll hung on the young man's arm like a lamp, grinning and crying, and big tears flowed down his face.

The girl couldn't bear to say, "Okay, fourth junior brother, put him down." Do you look good in front of Master like this?"

The old man nodded and waved his hand, the corners of the young man's mouth twitched, and the little beggar looked at the old man of the fairy wind bone, wiped the tears from his eyes with both hands, and said timidly: "Don't rob my grandfather, don't rob him." ”

Xu knew how powerful the young man was, and looked at the young man with a wary face.

The old man stepped forward, looked at the unkempt little beggar, stretched out a hand, touched his little head, and said, "Yu'er, don't mess around, this is a girl." ”

The young man opened his mouth and looked at the little beggar in amazement, the master said that this was a female doll, how could this be possible? He looked left and right, but he still didn't see that although this little beggar looked a little thinner, he was only a beggar after all.

"This beggar grandfather is dead, so let my junior brother go to the burial, right?" The girl also squatted down and rubbed the dirt off the little beggar's face with her hands, and her beautiful face showed a smile, and the little beggar looked at her with wide eyes.

The old man said to the young man, "People share the poor, but this gift cannot be abolished, this old beggar has no relatives, so go and buy a coffin and go to the burial." ”

The young man nodded yes, grabbed the old beggar's body, and flew in the direction of Chaoping City, and the figure disappeared in a flash.

There is a stream behind the temple, which lingers and forms a small pond.

The little beggar soaked in the small pool, which was crystal clear, except for some grass ash and fallen leaves, and the girl also went into the water.