In the first year of Renzong Bao of the Northern Song Dynasty, Li Yuanhao, a party item, was proclaimed emperor in Xingqing Mansion, and Jianyuan Tian granted the law of etiquette Yanzuo. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info and sent an envoy to the Song to ask for his imperial system. The Song court did not allow it, and issued an edict to remove the Yuan Hao officials and stop the mutual market, and the contradictions between the Song and Xia began to intensify.

In the second year of Renzong Baoyuan, Yuan Hao raised troops to attack the Northern Song Dynasty. The party army was like a bamboo, successively conquered the 36 villages in the northwest of Yanzhou, waved the army to defeat the Song army at Sanchuankou, and the troops came to the city of Yanzhou. At the time of the crisis, fortunately, the Song general Xu Dehuai led his troops to attack Yuan Hao successfully. Then Linzhou Fold Jimin, Zhang Qi, and Daizhou Wang Zhongbao led their troops to attack the Xia Realm and contain Yuan Hao. It was early spring, the snow was heavy and cold, and the summer soldiers lacked anything to protect against the cold, so the soldiers were scattered and had no intention of fighting again. Yuan Hao then withdrew his troops and returned to the division, and the siege of Yanzhou was relieved.

In this battle of Yanzhou, although the Song Dynasty had successfully resisted the invasion of Xia soldiers, it suffered extremely heavy losses. From then on, Song's defense on the Shaanxi-Gansu border began to be in a passive position.

After the war, the border land was full of devastation and mourning. Families and countries are shattered, and villagers are displaced.

Time flies, and spring goes to summer in a blink of an eye. The sun is shining and the warm breeze is slightly drunk. From a distance, Jialing Mountain is lush and lush, and the clavicle Bodhisattva Relic Stupa is magnificent and magical. The green willows on both sides of the Yan River are still clinging, and the flowing water is surging to the east, with beautiful scenery and picturesque rivers and mountains.

This day is the eighth day of the fourth month, which coincides with the temple fair of the true martial ancestor of Taihe Mountain. In the city of Yanzhou, business travelers gather, streets and alleys, pedestrians are crowded, and the scene is full of prosperity. The desolate years of the past are gone, and the sorrow of war is gradually forgotten.

Iron harriers, big earrings,

The big horse scimitar walks on three sides.

Grab my chickens, snatch my sheep,

Teach me to eat desolation every year.

Nursery rhymes sounded on the streets again, and a group of children jumped out of the east gate on bamboo horses. Passing by the foot of a walled city, they suddenly stopped, lingering around a strange boy and shouting.

The boy was about five or six years old, wearing a pair of gray cloth open crotch pants, and his clothes were ragged. The red face looked very lovely in the warm sun, but it looked a little dirty, as if he had not washed his face for many days. A pair of chubby little hands are also black, obviously a homeless homeless child.

Whenever after the war, such street children were always everywhere. They were either taken in by well-wishers or starved to death in some unknown corner. After a long time, I gradually disappeared.

"Whose doll are you?"

"Hey, the back of your pants is rotten!"

"Isn't anyone playing with you?"

A few children stood in front of the boy and looked at him, and you asked him one by one.

When I looked at the boy again, I saw that his body was still parked in the corner, and he kept lowering his head and picking at his fingers. Occasionally raised his head to sweep the strange children in front of him, his lips trembled slightly, and he quickly lowered his head. When asked, he always seemed to want to cry without tears, and after all, he didn't say a word.

The children asked for a long time but did not ask anything, so they sang nursery rhymes and rode bamboo horses across the willow shade and disappeared at the end of the market.

Red-faced, fat-bellied,

One walk and one shy water partridge.

Black hands, rotten pants,

The hook hangs a chicken.

The singing gradually faded away, and it took a long time for him to raise his head, looking at the distant figures in a daze, and couldn't hold back two tears from falling down. When he faced the brightly dressed children, he seemed to feel extremely inferior, and he seemed to be cowardly and discouraged. It was as if there was an insurmountable distance between him and those children in his heart.

He hadn't eaten for a long time, and these days he was wandering the streets, and when he was lucky, well-wishers would stuff a nest or bun into his hand. When you're unlucky, you'll have to lie down by the river and drink some water. He also tried to catch a small fish in the river or catch a frog to satisfy his hunger, but he never caught it.

Whenever night comes, he always tears up and thinks of his father and mother, and the warm home he once had. The depths of the young soul are so lonely and so worried. So much so that he always wanted to sleep at the foot of the city wall at night but didn't dare to close his eyes, just secretly looked at the figure of the husband in the distance and disappeared into the night again. My heart also twitched with the fading voice, until the voice completely disappeared into the silence of the night.

At this moment, a gong suddenly came from the opposite bank. Looking from afar across the riverbank, I saw a lot of people surrounded by rows of old trees in front of Taihe Mountain in the north of the city. The boy looked at it, and his originally melancholy eyes seemed to light up. The child's curiosity prompted him to step up the stone bridge and walk towards the bustling place.

When I arrived on the other side, I saw that the people in front of the mountain were bustling and the merchants were prosperous. Under the shade of the rows of trees, there are rows of stalls selling tea and rice, incense, and all kinds of groceries. Let's look at the whip man selling plasters, sighing books and commenting on books, coaxing donkeys to make jars and urns there, Siping twisters to heal problems there, eight blacks to tell fortunes there, Xiao Hei to break words there, rain heads to draw charms there, whip melon seeds to punch there...... It is really a donkey melon with a scarf, three religions and nine streams, all of which are a school of rivers and lakes.

Looking for the sound of the gong and passing through a stall, I saw that it was a monkey showman, and I saw a teenage girl beating the gong in a circle in the field to attract visitors.

But when I saw her knocking, she shouted: "Ladies and gentlemen, those who have money hold a money field, and those who don't have money hold a personal ......." The hands that struck the gong while speaking were slightly square, and they were well-behaved, and they had the pride of the rivers and lakes that only adults have.

In the field, a middle-aged man with a beard with a scar on his face was training two monkeys on the ground. The monkey is also an old man and a young monkey, the old monkey is squatting on the ground and picking out the ear droppings, his demeanor is calm, and his behavior is lazy, while the little monkey is tickling for a while, grooming his sweater for a while, and shaving his nails for a while. His eyes kept walking and turning, and he looked sharply at the crowded crowd in front of him, looking very naughty and lovely.

More and more spectators gathered from the sidelines. As soon as the bearded whip sounded, he shouted two monkeys to sing to the officials. Then teach them somersaults.

The little monkey flipped a few somersaults one after another, ushering in a round of cheers, but the old monkey lay on the ground and refused to move. At this time, the monkey man raised his whip and scolded: "You old thing, dare to be dishonest to Lao Tzu!"

I saw that at the sound of the leather whip, the old monkey dodged left and right, jumped up and down, and was still whipped on his body, gritting his teeth and screaming angrily. You see, while trying to break free from the chain, it stretches out its claws and waits for an opportunity to scratch the man's claws. I saw that the man was holding the chain tightly with one hand, and the whip with the other hand was about to be beaten, but he was caught up by the little monkey on the side and scratched his paws, and blood oozed from his face. The beard became annoyed, the leather whip crackled continuously, and he scolded uncleanly: "You two ****, dare not listen to Lao Tzu's words, it is really a dog son who has become a wolf son!

The two monkeys kept jumping and dodging, looking furious, and they were stubborn. The onlookers couldn't stop cheering, and some even coaxed: "Scratch his face, scratch his face, scratch his butt!"

Looking at the stray boy in the gap of the crowd, the joy of early laughter blossomed. The previous sorrow and hunger seem to have been forgotten.

After the monkey play, the little girl performed a series of miscellaneous tricks such as jiu-jitsu, top bowl, juggling, and tightrope walking. The crowd of onlookers and the wandering boy were happy and forgot their worries.

Time flies so fast, before you know it, the sun is setting, and the twilight is getting thicker. The pilgrims on the mountain have come down one after another, and some good men and women have been playing heartily, and groups of three have crossed in front of them.

Then, the streets and alleys began to close their stalls, and thousands of households took the lights. The stranger father and daughter who played with the monkey had also packed up their stalls and were about to leave, but the lonely wandering child was still sitting lonely under the old locust tree.

"Hey, who are you doll?, why don't you come home when it's so late?" asked the acrobatic girl as her father walked past him, suddenly stopping and looking at the wandering child.

Seeing that he was silent, the situation was very pitiful. The little girl said, "Why don't you speak?" Why didn't your father come to you?"

The little girl asked, and saw the boy's lips tremble, and she couldn't help crying. At this time, the monkey man squatted down to look at him, and said, "Baby, don't cry, don't cry!

"Woo woo, woo woo...... I, daddy, he, kill ...... The battle is dead. The boy cried and finally muttered a few words. The cry was heard in this desolate twilight, which made people feel indescribably sour and desolate.

"What about your mother, is there anyone else at home?" the monkey man raised his hand to wipe his tears and asked again.

The little boy looked up at the father and daughter, and seemed to remain a little vigilant in his heart, and replied with a whimper...... I slept and died, and I finished feeding the rats. There is no food, in the cupboard...... Big rats, I'm afraid of rats. ”

After some inquiry, the father and daughter who played the monkey roughly deduced that most of the children were killed in the battlefield by their father, the family lacked food and sorghum, and his mother died of depression. It is estimated that the neighbors are also reluctant to take care of more idle things, and in this year of war and chaos, no one is short of food. Many people can't even raise their own babies, how dare they easily take in other people's babies. Maybe one day the iron pigeon will fight again, but how do you know if there is a life?

At this time, the little girl on the side turned her head to look at her father, then looked at the little boy and said, "Then you go with us, play monkey, beg for money, and I will teach you tricks." ”

I saw that the little boy's eyes suddenly lit up, and then they were fleeting, and he looked at the father and daughter in a daze, and said, "I ......."

The monkey man seemed to hesitate for a moment, then leaned down to look at the boy again, and said, "Would you like to go with us?"

The little boy seemed to have some apprehension on his face, looked at the scarred man with a dark face, looked at the clever and well-behaved little girl next to him, and then looked at the two naughty and cute monkeys on the ground. After thinking for a moment, he said in a deep voice: "I'll go with you." ”

The monkey man smiled calmly when he heard this, and then returned to his previous heaviness. But his daughter smiled happily as if she had picked up a treasure, patted the dust on his body, and said, "Hehehe, let's go!"

The little girl pulled the little boy and said, "Ah, I don't know what your name is?"

Xiao Tong said: "I am Xiaobao." As he spoke, a smile finally appeared on his face, as if he hadn't smiled in a long time, so that the smile seemed to be glued, and he smiled very well.

As she walked, the little girl seemed to suddenly remember something, so she looked at her father with a smile and said, "Daddy, do you think I will have a younger brother in the future?"

The bearded man glared at his daughter, and said with a faint smile: "What do you say?"

The little girl seemed a little shy, tilting her head to the side and making a secret grimace. Overjoyed, he immediately turned his senses, glanced at Xiaobao, who was more than a head shorter than her, and smiled happily: "Then you should have it?"

The bearded man glanced at her impatiently and ignored her. He seemed to be thinking about his future life and the future of the children, and his expression was a little heavy and worried.

When the little girl saw that her father was impatient, she lowered her head and stuck out her tongue, and then pouted and stopped making a sound. Just pull the younger brother and the two monkeys forward.

Three people, two monkeys, and a big bag disappeared into the silent night.