The banks of the Chixia River are planted with black trees, it is late autumn, the leaves of black trees are red, orange, yellow and green, Ambilight, beautiful. The mighty river, the sky is high and the clouds are light.

She has seen this scene in the half-mountain pavilion of Huilong Mountain for many years, but now she is here, but it is like a dream.

The twig opened his eyes and saw the black tree leaves gently swaying in the wind above his head, and through the leaves, the blue sky was clear. Underneath is firm, dry soil and slightly dry weeds.

This is on the banks of the Chixia River.

Twig rolled over and sat up, looking around blankly. She was still holding a handkerchief in her hand, although it was stained with water, the blood on the handkerchief did not faint, and the twig touched her body, and it was also dry, as if it had been churning in the water.

The mountains in the distance are undulating, and Xiaozhi intuitively feels that it is Huilong Mountain, which is the place where he has lived for 3,000 years. Xiao Peng was still there waiting for her to come home.

Picking up the bamboo basket not far from his side, he took out two red bean fruits from it, leaned against the black tree tree, and the twig began to think about life.

The sun rises and the moon sinks, the river breeze is dignified, and Xiaozhi waited by the river for three days and nights, but did not wait for Baitang.

On the morning of the fourth sunrise, she carried the bamboo basket on her back, took one last look at Huilong Mountain, and took the first step towards the hustle and bustle of the world.

Xiaozhi didn't know where to find the master, although he took the first step, although he was cautious, although he thought about it for three days and three nights, but this step was indeed taken haphazardly.

She threw a red bean fruit into the sky, and the fruit fell to the ground, and in whichever direction it rolled, she lifted her foot and walked in that direction. Fortunately, this red bean fruit did not roll into the river.

After walking for many days, I finally came to a small city called Jiangtang City.

Twigs wiped their saliva as she looked at the steaming wonton stall, and felt that she must be looking like a mallet now.

I ate red beans and fruits all the way, and I was really tired of eating.

The owner of the wonton stall squinted at this dusty and dirty man called Huazi, who couldn't see his appearance, threw a rag and scolded: "Go farther, go farther, don't affect Lao Tzu's business." ”

Twig opened his mouth and opened his mouth again, but finally he was too ashamed to speak.

Along the way, she learned that eating costs money, and as for the "money", she really doesn't have it.

After moving a few steps to the side, he thought about it, took out a red bean fruit from the bamboo basket, and moved the twig back to the wonton stand.

The stall owner chased him out with a spatula, glaring at Xiao Minghua angrily, when did the beggars in this city become so difficult, and he was about to scold.

Xiaozhi hurriedly stretched out his hand, a red fruit in the palm of his gray hand, and said, "I'll exchange this with you, is it okay?"

When a few crop men who were eating wontons saw this scene, they shook their heads with a smile and said to the boss: "Boss, don't worry, I think this little flower is also stupidly hungry." ”

"I think this fruit is very good-looking, and eighty percent of it is poisonous, so don't be hungry and pick everything to eat. ”

"It's okay to eat it yourself, but you still have to give it to others, and you're either a fool or someone else's stupid. ”

......

A few people gossiped, and Quan Dang picked up a lot of fun, and the stall boss was even more annoyed in his heart, and scolded while pushing the twig: "Go quickly, it's really unlucky." ”

Xiaozhi retracted into the corner of the wall, hugged the bamboo basket, looked at the red bean fruit in his hand, and muttered to himself: "How can it be poisonous? If the mallet is in the ......" Before the words were finished, the bamboo basket in his arms suddenly twisted, Xiaozhi was startled, and looked down to see that a black dog's head was drilling out, a pair of amber eyes could not hide the joy, and the slippery long tongue licked several mouthfuls on the face of the branch, and then turned the dog's head and pounced on the red bean fruit in the hand of the branch......

"Mallet ......"

"Woo Woo ......"

"When did you get in?" Twig rubbed the head of the mallet, suddenly paused, and with a strong hand on the head of the mallet, he stuffed the mallet back into the basket. Then, he called softly: "Xiao Hei?"

After a few moments, the basket moved, and a chubby, round black velvet cat's head poked out, and its emerald green eyes rolled around, yawned, and retracted the basket......

"Xiaobai?"

After a while, the bamboo basket moved lightly again, and a white-haired fox didn't even bother to stick out its head, only showed the back of the twig's head, shook its ears, and disappeared into the bamboo basket......

Twigs were completely stunned.

"Taro?"

......

This time, the bamboo basket finally didn't move, fortunately, there is a reliable one, taro likes to stick to the small canopy, which should accompany him in the mountains.

Looking at the bamboo basket again, thinking that there were three ancestors sleeping in it, Xiaozhi's brows were furrowed in one place, it was really sad.

There is a dilapidated temple in the north of the city, which is overgrown with barren grass, broken walls, and leaking air everywhere.

Although it is so dilapidated, it is the favorite place of beggars, with a tile on the top of the home, and more than a dozen beggars lying or sitting in the lobby.

Twig sat down in a corner where no one was around, and received the attention of a room full of people.

"New here?"

"Did you pay the money?"

......

In an instant, a few ragged and skinny beggars came around, and a rancid smell wafted over, Xiaozhi looked up at them, hugged the bamboo basket, and whispered, "I have no money." ”

The beggar with a scar on his face smiled and said, "Heh, no money?

The twig shrank into the corner.

The beggar with the broken arm looked the twig up and down and asked, "Is there anything of value on him?"

Twig shook his head.

The hunchbacked beggar saw the bamboo basket in Xiaozhi's arms and said, "Hand over the things in your arms." ”

Twigs do not follow.

The lame beggar had already jumped forward, snatched the basket, shook his body, flipped the basket upside down, poured nothing out, took a sip, and threw the basket back.

The twig retracted into the corner of the wall with the bamboo basket in his arms.

Several people scolded and scolded for a while, feeling bored, and each of them lay back on their own turf.

The beggars are spit on weekdays, and they are very resentful. In this dilapidated temple, there are old, weak, women and children, and they get along harmoniously.

Before I knew it, it was already dark, and the moonlight shone in through the cracks in the broken tiles overhead, and the little branch looked up for a long time, and was about to close his eyes to rest, when he suddenly heard a slight moan not far away, not loud, as if he was trying to endure it. The little branch turned his head to look over, and in the moonlight, he saw a boy of eight or nine years old lying in the haystack, curled up in a ball, his head drenched in sweat, his face distorted, and his fists clenched, as if in pain. Xiao Zhi's heart moved, and he walked over.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Twig, crouching down.

The boy opened his eyes and glanced at the twig, shook his head, and did not speak.

An old lady behind him sighed: "This child, his life is hard, I heard that he was abandoned by his family, and he was poisoned if he was abandoned." Alas, I don't know what kind of poison it is, you see, it's so painful every day and night, it's really worrying. Alas, I don't know how he grew so big. Alas, to put it mildly, it is better to die early and be born soon......"

The eldest lady sighed three times, and wiped two handfuls of tears with the corner of her clothes when she said that she was emotional.

Xiaozhi also understood, and said in his heart, this child is really miserable.