Smoke and rain building.

Ruizhu Palace Fairy Su Qingwan was looking at the Qingyun Sect leader disciple who had entered through the window in front of him with great interest, and his face could not be said to be smiling or helpless.

She said: "Is the Taoist Taoist a thief in his last life, why do you always love to do this kind of gentleman's thing, turning over the window all day long, and the glazed tiles at the head of my rainy building are about to be trampled by the Taoist chief." ”

Wu Sizi was dressed in burlap clothes, tattered, and carrying a blue coarse cloth bag, which was not like the dress that the first disciple of the Qingyun Sect should have, but like he came out of the Great Compassion Temple.

He listened to Su Qingwan's teasing of himself, and couldn't help but say: "Then Miss Su must be a chicken in this life, just after dawn, you are standing in the building and crowing, and you are not afraid of noisy others." ”

"Hehe, it's okay, I'm afraid that someone won't be able to close their eyes all night!" Su Qingwan said: "It's not that everyone is like a Taoist, you know that you have to take your time in everything you do, even if you try it with golden scales, you can still eat and sleep." Even I woke up on the fourth watch, and then I couldn't sleep anymore, and sat here for half the night, waiting for dawn. ”

"From this point of view, the demons in Miss Su's heart have not been eliminated yet!"

Wu Sizi put down the burden in his hand, pulled over a stool, and sat down on the side. He seems very casual, just like when he is carrying a cargo bag at the Xuzhen wharf, he sits on the ground anytime and anywhere.

As soon as the day dawned, the windows of the Yanyu Building were closed, and only one was opened, and the building looked a little gloomy.

Su Qingwan opened them one by one along the wall and fixed them with a forked rod.

The morning light shone in from all sides, and the room suddenly became brighter, and Su Qingwan's beautiful face became clearer.

"What about the Dao Chief, how have you been in the past six months?" Su Qingwan said.

Half a year ago, when they tried to climb the Golden Scale Ladder, Wu Sizi and Su Qingwan, the bottom two, did not achieve satisfactory results, if you don't want to be left behind this time, you can only hope that this half a year's practice can make progress.

"In the past six months, it's okay, I can't say how much progress has been, but I finally understand that life is not easy. "Thoughtless.

In the past six months, he traveled around, and finally, he stayed at Xuzhen Wharf. He took off the blue robe of the Qingyun Sect, changed into the coarse cloth clothes worn by the dock workers, and carried the cargo bag on the dock.

He is not a member of the Great Compassion Temple, but his temperament is very suitable for the cultivation methods of the Great Compassion Temple.

He carried the bag without internal strength or physical strength, but only suppressed his strength at the level of an ordinary worker, carrying the bag every day, earning the hard-earned money, eating and sleeping with the dock workers, seeing why they were forced and seeing their poverty and suffering.

Once, a worker was sick, with a high fever, and even people were not very conscious, but because there was a baby at home with his mouth open, and an old mother was seriously ill, he could only continue to come to the wharf, carrying a seriously ill bag, but in the end, because he was tired, he fell into the Mingluo River, although he was fished up in time, but the person was out of breath, died, leaving a family of orphans and widows.

Another time, a little baby less than thirteen years old was sent to the dock by her stepmother. The foreman is a ruthless man, and he will not take care of him because he is a little baby, and every day and night, like them, he carries nearly 100 catties of bags. The bag was much heavier than him, and in the end, he couldn't stand the suffering anymore, so he jumped into the Mingluo River at night, drowned, and became a wandering water ghost in the river.

And there's many, many more......

In the past six months, Wu Sizi has seen too many human sufferings and too many sinister people's hearts, but he only remembers them in his heart, and when he is helpless, he remembers these, and at this time, his heart will feel better and no longer confused.

Su Qingwan looked at the resolute look in Wu Sizi's eyes, and already understood the changes in Wu Sizi in the past six months, and said with a smile: "Looking at the look of the Taoist chief, there must be a lot of gains, the little woman is here to congratulate the Taoist chief." ”

Without thinking, he raised his eyes to look at Su Qingwan and said, "Miss Su, what have you gained in the past six months?"

Su Qingwan listened to the thoughtless question, fell into deep thought, and thought about the past half a year, but only said: "What can I gain, it's just a trip back to my hometown and seeing some old people and scenery, which is not as good as you." ”

The place where Su Qingwan went was called Wuyi Lane of Zhuque Bridge, east of Yangzhou City, where she grew up.

Childhood memories there that she will never forget in her life.

It is a story about a little girl with a sallow face who is hungry and lives a life of fear in a dilapidated and dim alley.

The alleys are narrow and mixed.

There are old and decrepit prostitutes who hide in dark corners to pick up customers; there are gangsters and gangsters who have nothing to do, slip doors, pick locks, and cheat and deceive; and more importantly, there are some poor families, where men work hard and receive meager wages, the dolls at home are waiting to be fed, and the mother-in-law at home makes irresponsible remarks and barely survives.

What Wu Sizi said about life is not easy, she tasted it as early as four or five years old.

At that time, her sloppy little girl liked to follow her grandmother the most.

Grandma knocked on door to door and took on laundry jobs from relatively wealthy families to get a little pay to go to the market and buy two baked cakes to eat.

She's one and a half, and grandma is half.

That's a day.

Later, when her grandmother got old and became more and more unable to do these jobs, she learned to help her and did a good job. She was happy, and so was her grandmother.

However, one day, while pounding the clothes hammer by the stream, my grandmother fell headlong into the stream.

After that, he never got up again.

The little girl lost her support in this way.

At that time, she didn't know anything, and she didn't have the money to take care of her grandmother's funeral, and several neighbors were afraid that the old man's body would stink, so they dragged the old man's body to a nearby mass grave and buried it on the spot, without even wrapping the old man in a mat.

In the two years after her grandmother's death, she barely survived with the help of neighbors.

At first, those people saw that she was pitiful, so they often gave her food, but the more later, the less it became, and she once secretly lay in the corner to listen, and heard a middle-aged woman say that the dolls in the family were still not full, how could there be something for the cheap girl to eat, and scolded the man in the house, and asked him if the cheap girl was he planted in the wild outside.

She ran away crying.

After that, someone still gave her something to eat every once in a while, but she couldn't watch her starve to death.

During this period, the one who gave her the most was a teenager named Li Gouwa.

Because he gave the most, she remembered him. But she only remembered him, and there were so many people who gave him something to eat at that time, and she couldn't remember it very clearly.

Everything in Wuyi Alley has become a blur.

The alley is still the same alley, but it's old, and the people are still the same people, but they're old.

In ten years, the walls of this alley have climbed into a lot of moss.

How mottled does it have to be for the moss to enter the wall!

It's only been ten years, and the people here have become unrecognizable, and the middle-aged woman who used to say ugly things is like she is in her twenties, and she is no longer middle-aged, her face is full of wrinkles, and her hair is gradually turning white.

Her children have long since grown up. The boy who was as tall as her saw her, and hid in the house as if he had seen something scary, refusing to come out.

Perhaps, when every young person sees the girl he likes, he doesn't want to be embarrassed!

At least not in a rag outfit that doesn't fit.

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