Every day, Jia Mengle and Xiaobao are together, through the rugged mountain road, happily picking up **** cow dung, dragging the tired body every day, sending it to Xiaoyu's family, to all the lonely and widowed old people, the old and the young, the sick and the disabled, every time, when he hears others say "thank you", he will always have a warm current in his heart, because it makes him feel his existence, and with this quiet and peaceful gratitude, his heart is extremely happy. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Come on, apprentice, why can't you mention it again?" Jia Mengle was seriously injured, and his strength was not as good as that of a child, "Forget it, I'll do it!" Most of the time, the "master" helped the "apprentice" carry the bamboo basket.

"Heck, they've been injured, but now they're much better than they used to be, at least they can walk a lot better than they did at the beginning, take your time. A child said.

"Let's go! If you don't have the strength to strengthen your exercise in the future, how can you help others if you don't have the strength?"

"Oh, it looks like I'm almost in good health, and I can work!" I don't know when, Guo Xueqin and Qiu Shidi have come behind them.

"Why are you here?" Jia Mengle stopped and said indifferently.

"The four ghosts of the Western Regions went to the capital to find Meng Xiaoyun, a scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion, to investigate the matter of the Qilin Diagram, so we dared to come here to find you. Guo Xueqin introduced the cause and effect of the incident, "How is it? Are you feeling better now?" Guo Xueqin asked with concern.

"The same old way!" mentioning his body, Jia Mengle knew that his body was incurable, and he couldn't help but feel disheartened.

"Apprentice, why are you so unconfident, you couldn't walk at the beginning, can't you pick up dog feces now? As long as you are willing to work hard, you will definitely be cured, so that you can help the master carry the ****." Xiaobao said with a smile.

"Yes, your injuries will definitely be healed!" Guo Xueqin couldn't find the words to comfort him for a while, but he never thought that this little "master's" simple words were reasonable.

"Let's go, let's go find Cui Kaiyu, the world's first finger!" the enemy of the world put on that terrible mask again, held the big knife in his arms, and said coldly.

"Go, apprentice, the **** of Sister Xiaoyu's family will be handed over to the teacher, you can rest assured to go, find the injury and heal it, and come to help everyone pick up the **** in the future." As soon as Xiaobao finished speaking, a group of children surrounded him.

"Go ahead, be obedient, and your wounds will be healed. In the past few months, Jia Mengle has been getting along with such children day and night, and has long had feelings, looking at the immature faces, Jia Mengle couldn't help but be a little reluctant, he bent down and stroked the innocent faces one by one.

"I must be obedient, and when I get better, I will pick up **** with everyone. Jia Mengle held back tears and went down the mountain with the expectations of the children.

"You wait, I'll come when I go!" Jia Mengle came to the blind girl Xiaoyu's house, Xiaoyu was boiling water to cook, heard footsteps, and said with a smile, "Why did you come so early today? Xiaobao and them? I haven't cooked yet!"

"I'll come back to help you carry water!" Jia Mengle couldn't bear to say that he was about to leave, so he took the bucket and walked out.

"Don't go, you're leaving here!" Xiao Yu said calmly, "Those who should go always have to go, those who should come always have to come, go if you want to, do what you have to do!"

Jia Mengle didn't know what to say, standing silently, it was Xiaoyu's perseverance that conquered him, educated him, and she gave him a reason to live, and now he is about to separate, what can Jia Mengle say?

"I ......" Jia Mengle couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Go ahead, I'm sure you'll be back. Xiaoyu didn't look sad at all, and still cooked in an orderly manner.

"I want to go to a doctor to treat my ......injuries," Jia Mengle stammered.

"Well, good, yes, I have an idea in my heart, as long as I have an idea in my heart, you can take the first step, I believe that you will be able to heal the injury, you can go with confidence, there are people from the neighborhood to take care of me, I am fine." ”

Jia Mengle didn't say anything anymore, let go of the bucket, turned around slowly, looked at the skinny Xiaoyu silently, and slowly withdrew from the yard. Guo Xueqin and the enemy had already found a carriage and waited outside the door.

"What's wrong?" Guo Xueqin looked at Jia Mengle's moist eyes and couldn't help asking.

"It's nothing! let's go!" Jia Mengle wiped his blurred eyes, climbed into the carriage and left, for a long time, he couldn't help but look back at the low thatched hut, although the thatched hut was short, but in Jia Mengle's heart, it was incomparably tall and gorgeous, because there, he found where his life was, found his value, and ignited his hope for life.

Life and death are in an instant, the hope of life is in an instant, a glimmer of hope is a life, Jia Mengle is depressed because of the loss of Sun Xiangyuan, the thought of death often appears in his mind, once upon a time, he lost the thought of life, until he saw Xiaoyu, the lame and blind girl, until he worshipped Xiaobao as a teacher and learned to pick up **** , I also learned to survive, and understood that the meaning of survival is not only in personal grievances, not only in my own attachment to my beloved, Xiaoyu is blind and blind, but still insists on the continuation of life, Xiaobao, a group of children, standing up to the sky to pick up ****, not for themselves, all for others,

"I can't live so selfishly, to live, to live for the people around me. Jia Mengle admonished himself more than once, and kept saying to himself. With love in his heart and hope in his heart, he no longer has any resentment and waits for a new hope.

They walked through the woods, across the rivers, over the mountains, and came to a place called the Great Dumb Mouth, where the mountains and rivers are surrounded by green trees and living beings, and the gurgling water washes the hearts of the world. "That's it!" Qiu Shidi pointed to the thatched hut in front of the mountain, Guo Xueqin was very excited, walked forward, knocked on the door, but there was no sound inside, she pushed the door with her hand, but the door was open, and the house was empty.

"The world is pointing out that Cui Kaiyu is not at home!" Guo Xueqin said, "Let's go into the house and wait for him!"

"No, the master is not at home, how can he trespass without permission? Let's wait outside!" Jia Mengle stopped Qiu and Guo, and then withdrew from the thatched hut, walked to the stream, sat on the ground, and waited for the return of Cui Kaiyu, the world's first finger.

As the days passed, there was no one in the world who pointed to Cui Kaiyu's return, "I said, will he come back?" Guo Xueqin was a little impatient, and couldn't help asking.

"If you have any problems, please go back first, and I will take care of myself. Jia Mengle said disappreciatively.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a horn at the bottom of the mountain, "It's not good, my mother is back, we have been here for many days, if my mother finds out that we are not there, she will be furious, I have to go back." When the enemy heard the voice, Huo stood up and stepped onto the horse, "Brother Mengle, take care, I will come to you when the matter is over." ”

Jia Mengle nodded, turned around and said to Guo Xueqin with a smile, "You can go back too, help me take care of this stupid goose!"

Guo Xueqin understood what he meant, he wanted to give them more space and time, "Let me stay with you, your body ......"

"I'm fine, go, you accompany me, maybe some people won't be able to sleep, it's okay, you can go!" Jia Mengle said, ignoring them anymore, and lying on the lawn by the river alone, looking up at Cangyu.

"Okay, I'm going, take care of yourself. Guo Xueqin said, leaving with the enemy of the world.

Jia Mengle looked at the blue sky, listened to the gurgling stream, and couldn't help but think of his future, "When will Cui Kaiyu come back? What if he doesn't come back for the rest of his life? Am I just waiting here stupidly for the rest of my life? No, I should be confident that he will definitely come back, this is his home, he will definitely come back!"

He said to himself over and over again, encouraging himself to continue to wait, "As soon as the world points to Cui Kaiyu, you don't need to know life and death." Is he really so powerful? It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that the "Pulp Washing Sutra" can make people reborn, but he has spent months of cultivation, but he still has nothing to gain. Is this one finger in the world the same as the "Washing the Marrow Sutra", just a rumor?"

He couldn't help but shake up, "No, if you have a heart, you will have a soul, I believe that Cui Kaiyu, the first finger in this world, will definitely appear, will definitely treat my internal injuries, and there are many things waiting for me to do, my mother is still in the inn, Sun Xiangyuan is still in misunderstanding, the lame girl is still waiting for him to pick up **** for her, and Master Xiaobao is still waiting for him to go back......"

Jia Mengle thought about it, and sat up suddenly, "Forget it, just wait, you don't need a reason!" He stood up suddenly, walked to the edge of the woods, found branches, and began to build a house, a few wooden sticks with a large bowl mouth, a few Qingteng, he began to build a house, the sky gradually darkened, Jia Mengle had not built his own house, he was already too tired to stand up, and fell asleep on the ground.

The next day, facing the newborn rising sun, Jia Mengle started again, one by one, two by three...... A wooden stick was put together, and then he cut the thatch and put it on, a thatched hut finally appeared, although it can only accommodate one person, but after all, there is a room, no longer hiding in Tibet when it rains, he moved stones, found cow dung ****, and picked up half of the jar from the side of the mountain, which is all his belongings.

This is already the depths of the valley of despair, no one is here, Jia Mengle made at sunrise, sunset and perched, in the dead of night, the bonfire is blazing, looking up at the sky, sometimes thinking about the "Qingjing Sutra", sometimes practicing the "Washing the Marrow Sutra", the valley, gurgling water, going down the river to catch fish, going up the mountain to hunt and chop wood, he has been accustomed to the quiet life here, he has long forgotten what day it is, and sometimes even forgets who he is.