In the Xianlin Inn, the golden shopkeeper had no intention of mentioning the old things, and He Qing'er's chest was inexplicably suffocated, and she felt a tingling pain in her heart. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Her face was a little unbearable, and she asked softly, "Can the golden shopkeeper talk about it?"

The golden shopkeeper walked out, took a porcelain jar, put it on the table of the three people, and saw that the three people who hated the sky were all looking at him, and in desperation, he had to stand at the table, slowly recalling the bits and pieces of the past, and finally, he suddenly said:

"Maybe fifteen years, maybe sixteen years ago, it's too long, I don't remember how long it has been......"

"It was still early in the morning, so I got up early to open the door for business, but the morning fog in the town was thicker than usual, and there was not a single person on the street...... When he was about to enter the door, he glanced at the misty west entrance of the town, and a thin figure gradually appeared......"

When I walked in, I gradually saw the appearance of the child, and immediately scared me...... The little beggar, who had come here in rags, and who had wandered from nowhere, was three or four years old at most, but his face was pale, his eyes were hollow, and his mouth was full of blood, as if he had crawled out of a coffin and eaten people......

"Alas......" After the golden shopkeeper was excited, he sighed heavily, then looked out and continued to speak slowly:

"The little beggar walked to the side of the street, picked up a cold bun and nibbled on it, and I realized that he was a living man...... Seeing that he had lost weight, I went to the kitchen and brought a bowl of porridge to him, and I thought that the child was munching on the cold steamed bun with stained blood alone, and I looked at it and walked to the east gate......

Shui Yunsha sat quietly, a pair of quiet and quiet eyes could not see joy, Liang Qiuming was a little heavy, but he was still calm, He Qing'er looked at the golden shopkeeper who raised his head slightly and made a statement, and he was alone in a daze......

......

The west wind of the ancient road is blowing, and the trees are falling.

A middle-aged man pulled a little girl out of an ancient town, but the petite and delicate little girl walked and walked, and suddenly saw an ancient wrinkled locust tree not far from the ancient road, so he slowly stopped and refused to move for half a minute.

The middle-aged man's hand tightened, but he found that the little girl had stopped, and wondered, "Qing'er, why don't you leave?"

"Dad, there's someone, let's go over and have a look, okay?"

The middle-aged man looked over, but found that under the ancient locust tree, the dead leaves were scattered all over the ground, and a thinly clothed beggar was sitting by the tree with his knees crossed, his body was emaciated and weak.

He frowned for a while, but he didn't want to pay attention to these worldly people.

"Daddy......!"

But the little girl suddenly became coquettish and kept pulling his sleeves, so he had to agree.

The little girl walked over first, and stood in front of the beggar about the size of herself, and looked at him with a delicate little face, and she wondered why he was sitting alone here.

The beggar kept his head down, and kept looking at the withered yellow fallen leaves on the ground, not moving, and I don't know when it had been, it had remained like this, as if it had lost its life.

In front of him, a blue skirt on the ground covered the fallen leaves, and the beggar gradually raised his head.

The face is clean, but it is too thin, showing a sickly beauty.

His face was expressionless, and he stared at the little girl standing quietly, like an emotionless shell, without the slightest hint of shyness or embarrassment.

The middle-aged man also walked over, only to see that the two children were silent, his face was a little suspicious, and then he carefully looked at the expressionless little beggar, and his face suddenly changed.

The calm eyes were not cloudy, nor empty, like a sinking pool, and there was no joy, sorrow, fear, or sorrow that they deserved...... The middle-aged man's brow furrowed even deeper.

He pondered for a while, and finally said lightly: "Okay, Qing'er, it's time to go!"

"Daddy......"

The little girl turned around and pouted, her voice dragged on, and her cute little face was full of pleading.

"Good, good...... It's a defeat for you......"

This made the middle-aged man helpless for a while, but the doting on his face was even stronger, so he had to agree to her repeatedly.

The little girl crouched down, her voice delicate, but soft.

"Why don't you go home?"

The little beggar looked at the little girl, and a trace of confusion gradually appeared in his eyes.

He looked around, his eyes swept over the little girl, over the middle-aged man, over the autumn mountains at the end of the winding ancient road, and then turned around and stopped at the ancient town not far from the side.

He looked at the ancient town in a daze, and finally tilted his head slightly, looking at the stump of the withered old locust tree, and at the few withered yellow leaves hanging on it, motionless.

There was no joy or sorrow on his face, perhaps simply because he didn't understand.

The breeze in the distance, blowing off a few fallen leaves, the autumn mood is bleak, and there is a slight desolation.

After a long time, the little girl tugged at his sleeve and continued to ask:

"Where's your father?"

The little beggar glanced at the middle-aged man behind the little girl, then looked directly at the little girl, opened his slightly dry mouth slightly, and said lightly:

"I don't know ......"

The voice was a little hoarse, and it seemed that it had been a long time since he spoke......

......

“...... In the past six or seven months, on a cool autumn day, the little beggar disappeared without a trace, and he was never seen again under the dying old acacia...... In my opinion, it should have been the other beggars who left alone, but outside in the barren mountains and mountains, a child of his was cold and hungry, how could he be able to defeat those jackals, tigers and leopards, and he must have already died in the belly of the beast......"

In the Xianlin Inn, after the golden shopkeeper finished talking, there was a burst of sadness and a burst of sighs.

He has never seen such a strange but real person in his life, not to mention that the other party is just a child, he doesn't believe that someone is born like this, and is more willing to guess what hardships he has gone through to create this unspeakable independence.

The impression was too deep, as if it happened yesterday, so that the golden shopkeeper sighed, and was a little ashamed, after all, it was also a living human life, so he died silently, and he couldn't do anything.

Liang Qiuming took a sip of the tea that the guy had made, with a little pity on his face, and said: "With such a heart, if you can practice, you will definitely be able to be famous all over the world, but it's a pity, it's a pity!"

Shui Yunsha was still sitting quietly, and Qiong's appearance was unmoved by the dust like a fairy, but when she saw He Qing'er's eyes red and stunned, she touched her lightly and said:

"Senior Sister Qing'er is okay, right?"

He Qing'er's trance-like mind gradually returned to her body, looking at several people staring at her, her eyes slightly dodged, "It's okay, I just listened too much to it just now." ”

Shui Yunsha's right hand reached over and held He Qing'er's hand, allowing her to gradually calm down her ups and downs.

"Cultivators, joy, anger, sorrow and happiness are invisible, Senior Sister Qing'er is like this, so she will be so out of shape. Thinking like this, Shui Yunsha felt normal, but under contemplation, she saw that He Qing'er's mind had been wandering, and it was difficult to really calm down, and she suddenly felt a little inexplicable......

The golden shopkeeper looked at He Qing'er so sadly, and his embarrassed face became a little gloomy, "Extinguish the Dharma and help the world, if you can rekindle the incense of the Xihuang Temple earlier, maybe you can leave that little beggar!"

He Qing'er said softly: "Jiren has his own natural appearance, and the shopkeeper doesn't have to be sad, maybe he is still alive and well." ”

"I don't want to think about it when the girl says that, but it's ...... outside the town."

"Alas, it's okay not to say it, it's okay not to say it......" The golden shopkeeper's face was slightly bitter, and then he shook his head, rolled up his sleeves and turned around and walked towards the counter......