Exhausted for the son, pity the hearts of parents all over the world.

Father-son love is a matter of nature, except for some special cases, in most cases, parents have always been the same in their hearts for their children, as they often say: Can I still hurt you?

"Master has no intention of making up ideas for you, nor does he want you to soar in the future, but just hopes that you can live a better life, and it is enough to have a good death. ”

When Danyangzi said this, the expression on his face was like that of an honest and hard-working old farmer all his life, lying on the sickbed, gently putting his dark and rough hand on the back of his son's hand and patting it, reluctant to make the last advice and blessing.

Wang Yongzhen's eyes were covered with a layer of moisture, and he called "Master", his throat and eyes were sour, and the rest of the words were stuck in his throat, and he didn't know what to say.

Danyangzi sighed and didn't say anything more.

What you want to say, what you should say, what you can say, Danyangzi has already said it. As for what you want to say, what you shouldn't say, and what you can't say, maybe you should let it stay in your heart, rot in your stomach, and finally rot in the coffin with your flesh and skin.

When it was close to noon, Danyangzi left, as if he came quietly, and did not alarm anyone when he left, as if he had never appeared, except for the pot of tea, Danyangzi did not even give Wang Yongzhen a chance to serve a meal.

Alone, watching the emaciated back of the master over the remote wall in a cyan hat, Wang Yongzhen stood quietly in the rain for a long time.

"Owner, if you go, you are gone, and you can't keep it, so why be sad?"

In an inconspicuous corner, on a half-dry stone slab, a lazy voice came into Wang Yongzhen's ears.

Wang Yongzhen was shocked, and turned back quietly, only to see that it was an old beggar who spoke.

The gray hair on his head was mixed with muddy water and strands, and he was scattered in a mess, his face was wrinkled and hidden under the mud, his eyes seemed to be closed and open, his beard was sloppy, and his mouth was half-open, and his mouth was yellow. The clothes were even more tattered, and it was right to say that it was a piece of cloth, or it was a sack, but when I took it off and threw it on the table, no one could see that it was a piece of clothing.

In the rain of early spring, the weather was wet and cold, and the old beggar's bare skin was faintly visible with blue and red chilblains. The body doesn't lie, and it's obvious that this old beggar doesn't have martial arts.

Why doesn't a seemingly ordinary old beggar wait for death on the street, but in the first village in the world?

Strange to say, not long ago, this old beggar came to Zhuangzhong, named his surname to see Wang Yongzhen, and said that he wanted to recommend himself and call himself the first beggar in the world.

What kind of beggar can be regarded as the best in the world?

For Wang Yongzhen's smile at the time, the old beggar gave an interesting answer: "People live for seventy years, I have one in eighty this year, I was raised by a beggar, I have been a beggar all my life, I have no skills, but I can live for so long, if I am not the first beggar in the world, who can count?"

Wang Yongzhen didn't know how to refute the old beggar's answer, and he didn't know what the use of a beggar who was the best in the world was, but he didn't miss this idle meal in the left and right villages, so he let him stay.

This old beggar is really dedicated, Wang Yongzhen should be worshipped, food, clothing, housing and transportation are all wanted, or do his old business as a beggar in this Zhuangzi, no good food, no good water, no good clothes, no curtain on the ground.

At first, Wang Yongzhen was still a little curious, and then he went with him.

The old beggar is the most popular in this Zhuangzi, after all, no one wants to be on the side of a beggar, especially such a professional beggar. The smell on the body that is not even as good as is known as within three zhang, and there is no grass.

That is, it rained endlessly today, and Wang Yong's heart was agitated, so he didn't notice the existence in the shadows.

"Isn't it cold?" Wang Yongzhen said casually.

The old beggar grinned with a mouthful of big yellow teeth: "Hey, you know how cold and warm you are." ”

Wang Yongzhen asked again, "Have you eaten?"

The old beggar raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the canteen: "It's my turn to eat leftovers from the big guys." If you go there now, you're ruining your own job. ”

Wang Yongzhen looked at the broken tile in the old beggar's hand, which could not be regarded as a bowl at all, his brows gradually wrinkled, there was a ghost in his heart, he always felt that the old beggar had something to say, but he couldn't be sure, and he hesitated for a while.

"You want to kill me?" the old beggar raised an eyebrow and smiled again.

Seeing that Wang Yongzhen didn't answer, the old beggar said again: "It's best not to." Your master secretly came to see you in order to hide from Dongchang's eyes and ears and not to cause you trouble. As the saying goes, people become old and fine, your master's high and low is in the rain, Dongchang may not be able to notice, you can gamble, but if you kill the old beggar, hehe, that is the yellow mud off the crotch. ”

"Oh, do you know my master, by his looks?"

"That back, I saw it once in Shudi back then, and I will definitely not admit it. The old beggar nodded his eyes and sat up from the ground: "I forgot to tell you, I always call flowers and my memory is not bad." ”

"Do you have good eyesight and a good memory?" Wang Yongzhen groaned slightly: "I believe that the old man's ears are also very useful, right?"

"Deaf and clear-sighted, with a good memory. In fact, the mouth is also good, and I can eat and drink. ”

"Then take care of your mouth and eat a few more meals, isn't it?" Wang Yongzhenqing raised his feet, stepped on the splash of water, and walked towards the old beggar: "Indeed, it will be a little troublesome to kill you, but I don't know what you have seen and heard, and what you will say, I am afraid that the trouble for you will be even greater." ”

"Hahahaha!!" The old beggar looked up to the sky and smiled: "If I don't know what to say or what not to say at my age, these eighty-one years are really in vain, and I won't be able to live these eighty-one years."

The owner of the village, I always call Huazi and I am also begging for a living in your village, so I will give you a few words to pay a protection fee. ”

Wang Yongzhen's footsteps did not stop, and he stepped forward step by step with the same rhythm.

"This is actually the same as being a beggar, whoever eats must read whose food is good. Danyangzi is right, crape myrtle is dim, and Beidou is bright. Nanjing's dragon gas leaked out, but there were not many, and there was a heavenly river locked by itself. It's just that there is a different star in the river at some point, not the sky, not the earth, the light flickering, the blood and qi lingering, as if there is a demonic aura, and it is close to the Ziwei Emperor Star. ”

"That's your last words?" Wang Yongzhen was still walking, non-stop.

"You don't seem to understand the mystical things. The old beggar scratched his head and smiled a little embarrassedly: "I'm afraid that your master is in danger, since King Yan can send someone to stop your master on the road and let him persuade you to take refuge, will he not leave some back?" It's just that your master won't tell you. ”

"Buzz!"

Wang Yongzhen's palm stopped three inches in front of the old beggar's forehead.

"You want to save him?" the old beggar smiled again, "Find the person you should find?"