"What the hell is that little monk......

She frowned, blew on her blackened fingertips, and floated in the air of the courtyard, as if she had forgotten the danger in the courtyard.

But when she caught a glimpse of the big roosters in the coop, she immediately shivered, stuck out her tongue, and floated straight into the main house.

In the main room, except for Su Changqing, an old man whose body was about to be buried in the ground, there was no one else, and even the noisy cats and dogs were gone.

Su Xiaoqian walked through the wall, sat on the table by the window, looked at the wooden bed opposite, and didn't care about the faint rancid smell of blood that was slightly permeating the air.

She had smelled this smell many times before, and she could already say that she was a little used to it.

Su Xiaoqian held her chin, her eyes were full of interest, and she looked at the old man's wrinkled face contemplatively.

Every time she likes to come here, she loves his past.

Every time she was asleep, she could peek into other people's dreams, and those dreams about the past appeared on the surface of the river like rootless duckweed, as brilliant as the stars in the sky.

Thinking so, she suddenly grinned, grinned, and suddenly got into the mind of the old man on the wooden bed.

......

*

It's late today.

Su Changqing held a book in his hand, sat on the bed, turned on the dim flashlight, and memorized this jerky and difficult book of traditional Chinese medicine with a little difficulty.

The flashlight had been used for a while, and the originally bright light was gradually dimming, making his vision even more blurry.

The wind outside was cold and blowing, blowing straight through the window, and he shivered with cold.

It's almost winter, so you should buy some more winter clothes.

He held his waist, sighing for a while, his waist, tonight, the little monk had already massaged him.

I don't know if it's because of the little monk's superb skills, he actually feels that his waist is much better.

Maybe you can give him another massage.

Su Changqing sighed, slowly got up from the bed, held his waist with one hand, walked to the window, and then only pressed the window with the other, and closed forward.

However, the windows of his house are old-fashioned wooden windows, let alone glass, and there is not even a lock to close the windows.

It's all paper-paste.

Although Su Changqing saw that the paper on this fan had fallen all over the place, and he pasted the window again, it was still tissue paper, so when he closed the window, the wind blew, and the window crackled and was crackled open by the wind, and it was constantly opened and closed by these cold winds, these sounds were very loud and noisy.

Forget it, no matter.

After Su Changqing closed it a few times to no avail, he just ignored the window, walked back, and continued to nest in the warm quilt, turned on the light, and stayed up all night to study.

This "Encyclopedia of Chinese Herbal Medicine" is only 340 pages, and he reads this book whenever he has time these days, so he has read all of this book and memorized a quarter of it.

However, no matter how interesting the book is, he will be a little impatient when he reads it too much, so when he reads it for a few more hours, he feels that his head is a little dizzy.

This may be a consequence of overuse of the brain.

Su Changqing rubbed the corners of his forehead, and found that his head was all a piece of mush, and the content he originally remembered became a little fragmented, and even his eyes became more and more hazy.

In the end, he still couldn't stay asleep, his eyelids were slightly closed, and he still fell asleep.

Soon there was an even sound of breathing on the wooden bed, and a few wisps of wind drifted in the air, shaking the faint light in the flashlight, which shone indiscriminately on his face, with a slightly gloomy aura.

......

*

Su Changqing stood under the big banyan tree, looked his head, and looked around curiously.

The air around seemed to be all warm, the sun shone on the leaves, reflecting a dazzling light, and the sun hung high in the sky like a red button on a mother's body.

He touched the trunk of the large tree beside him, and then saw a pair of small hands.

This is his hand.

Am I dreaming now?

Su Changqing looked at his immature hands with a little surprise, and felt that everything around him was so incredible.

This feeling is very strange, I know that I am dreaming, but it is like a real return to my childhood, as if when I touch something, I have a delicate feeling.

He looked up, squinted at the sky, and saw a few soft clouds.

"Changqing, come over for dinner. ”

Suddenly, a gentle female voice reached his ears, with a strange and familiar feeling.

He turned his head and saw a woman with braided flowers, standing at the door of the hall, looking at him with a smile.

This is......

"Is this his mother?"

A crisp voice soon came from the tree, interrupting the disbelief and slight joy in Su Changqing's eyes.

"It should be, it all looks like that. ”

The delicate voice seemed to be talking to itself, and after saying this, it nodded as if it were affirmative.

"Yes, definitely. ”

Who's talking?

Su Changqing was a little curious in his heart, and quickly turned his head and looked behind him.

No one.

To be precise, there is only one tree, a big banyan tree that has accompanied him for many years.

At this point, the female voice continued, her tone puzzled, "What is he looking at?

Sound...... It was handed down from above.

Su Changqing looked up curiously, and saw a pair of barefoot feet and a white skirt from the dense leaves.

...... above this How can there be small children?

He was a little surprised.

"What are you doing up there?"

He continued to look up and ask her, but because his voice was very young now, it sounded funny.

"Huh, can you see me?"

The girl's astonished voice came from the tree.

After hearing this, Su Changqing could clearly see that her feet were still kicking forward.

"Of course I can see you. ”

He said with a smile, with kindness in his tone, but with his childlike face, he looked like a small ghost.

"Poof. ”

The girl in the tree burst into laughter, and suddenly jumped from the tree and jumped down.

It was a boy who looked seventeen or eighteen years old, with eyes rolling around, and looking very elfty.

I don't know why, Su Changqing always felt that her face was a little familiar.

"You ......"