Misfortune often goes hand in hand, and the originally clear sky becomes dark and heavy in less than half an hour, and then a torrential rain smashes down with a clatter, enveloping the day and the land. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ling Lingqi, who had lost his way, leaned against a big tree with his back, looking ahead in a daze, the rain was constantly washing his face, and he was particularly thin when he was soaked, in the barren mountains and wilderness, he looked like a drowning ghost with a long sword in his hand.

With a soft sound, Ling Lingqi, who was physically exhausted, finally fell weakly and smashed to the ground, his last consciousness was boundless darkness......

When Ling Lingqi opened his eyes again, it was already two days later.

The slate bed was covered with a layer of straw, and the body was covered with a bed of shabby sheets, which were mended and mended, and the hair was wrinkled, but Ling Lingqi felt relieved for no reason.

Turning his head, Ling Lingqi saw an old peasant woman in her fifties sitting on a bench sewing something, her expression calm and focused.

Seemingly awakened by Ling Lingqi's sideways voice, the old woman turned around and saw Ling Lingqi who had woken up, with a peaceful smile on her face: "You're finally awake, don't be in a hurry to move, it's not good for the injury on your leg." ”

Ling Lingqi opened his mouth, looked at the humble house in front of him, and tried his best to remember something.

"Old man, baby is awake!" the old woman shouted to the door.

An old man who looked to be in his sixties stepped into the house with his back hunched and a few steps, and looked at Ling Lingqi with a smile in his eyes: "Wake up, wake up, are you hungry? ”

The old man has a gray head, dark skin, a knife-like wrinkle on his face, and his hands holding a cigarette gun are full of calluses, typical of a peasant man.

The old woman prepared soup for Ling Lingqi, the old man didn't seem to be good at words, he didn't speak again except for a word when he entered the door, squatted at the door and smoked, glanced at Ling Lingqi from time to time, smiled and nodded, turned around and continued to smoke.

Ling Lingqi, who was weak, finally remembered why he was suddenly lying on this bed, and his left hand subconsciously clenched, but it turned out to be useless.

The old man who had been sitting at the door suddenly got up at this time, took out a sword from under the bed where Ling Lingqi was lying and handed it to Ling Lingqi: "Here!"

Ling Lingqi took it in his hand and stared at the Earth Demon Sword in a daze.

"Your sword is sharp!" the old man smiled and sat down on the bench where the old woman was sitting before, "When I saw you, you were lying on the ground, holding this sword tightly, and you didn't let go, I only let you hold the sword and carry you back, but you still didn't let go, no, if you weren't careful, this sword actually cut off a piece of the stone slab!" The old man knocked on the stone slab under Ling Lingqi with a cigarette gun, where a corner was missing, and the traces were still very new.

At the same time, the old woman walked in with a bowl of soup: "Old man, you can't stop for a while? ”

The old man helped Ling Lingqi sit up, leaning his back against the wall, while the old woman fed Ling Lingqi soup spoonful by spoon. After drinking half a bowl of hot soup, Ling Lingqi seemed to have recovered a little bit of energy.

It was said to be soup, but in fact it was just a few wild vegetables, boiled in water, and then put a little salt, but when I drank it in Ling Lingqi's mouth, I felt that it was better than anything, maybe because I was too hungry, or maybe because I felt a warmth in my heart that I had never felt before.

The old man looked at the wild vegetable soup in the bowl, the wrinkles on his face seemed to be deeper, and he walked out of the door with his back hunched without saying a word, holding a cigarette gun behind him in his right hand.

Ling Lingqi drank the whole bowl of wild vegetable soup, and finally regained some vitality, sat at the head of the bed and watched the old woman bring the bowl back, and unconsciously fell asleep, and when he woke up again, it was already night.

Under the pine oil lamp, the old woman seemed to have finally finished sewing something, and after confirming that nothing had been left behind, she put away the needle and thread, folded the sewn things and put them on the head of Ling Lingqi's bed, it turned out that she was sewing and mending clothes for Ling Lingqi.

"You wait!" When the old woman put the sewn clothes on the head of the bed, Ling Lingqi had already woken up, and hurriedly signaled Ling Lingqi not to move, staggered out of the door, and after a while, brought a bowl of soup, gently put it on the table, and after laboriously helping Ling Lingqi to sit up, she was ready to feed Ling Lingqi soup with a spoon as before.

As soon as the old woman scooped out the soup, Ling Lingqi turned her head and looked at the wall, as if she didn't dare to face the old woman.

"Baby, drink it while it's hot, the family is poor, and there is nothing to make up for your body......," the old woman persuaded.

Ling Lingqi shook his head, his shoulders trembling slightly, still looking at the wall.

"If you don't drink, my heart will be even more miserable...... If San'er were alive, he would be as old as you......" the old woman said in a choked voice.

"What are you nagging about, old woman, feed the soup, feed the soup, endlessly......" The old man appeared at the door, carrying a smoking gun.

"Drink, as long as you get better, everything will be fine......" The old woman leaned the spoon towards Ling Lingqi.

"If you don't drink it again, I'll pour it down!" The old man saw that Ling Lingqi still didn't listen to persuasion, and Weng said.

Ling Lingqi turned his head, opened his mouth with difficulty, and swallowed the spoonful of chicken soup that the old woman sent into his mouth, tears flowed down his cheeks and fell into the bowl.

The old woman turned her head and shed tears, and the bowl contained the only living creature in the family, an old hen that had been raised for almost ten years......

Ten days later, Ling Lingqi's injuries had healed.

It stands to reason that such a deep sword wound would not have healed so quickly without using a panacea, but Ling Lingqi's injury was indeed healed, and the only thing he had used was just some ordinary herbs.

Knowing that Ling Lingqi was leaving, the old woman had an unconcealable sadness on her face, and silently helped Ling Lingqi tidy up the clothes on her body, pulling and pulling the wrinkled places.

The garment was the same as before, but it had been washed and the torn areas had been carefully mended. Ling Lingqi looked at the old woman's old and thin hands and gently helped him straighten the wrinkles of his clothes, as if he was brushed by a pair of warm hands across his heart, his heart was sour, he almost wanted to shed tears, and hurriedly held back, during this period of time, the two old men took care of him as his own son, so that Ling Lingqi felt the warmth that he had never felt, the warmth of home.

Ling Lingqi walked out of the door with the Earth Demon Sword and saw the old man squatting at the door with a cigarette gun and smoking a cigarette in a muffled voice.

"I don't understand your rivers and lakes, if you want to leave, I won't stop you, I just hope you can live well. The old man took a long puff of his flue, and his voice was heavier than ever.

Ling Lingqi took a deep breath, looked at the old man's knife-like face, and tightened his left hand holding the Earth Demon Sword: "Who killed it?"

The old man was shocked, turned his head to look into the house, and the old woman's whimper came from the room.

"What if anyone kills him, everyone is already dead, even if he kills his three sons, he won't survive!" The old man trembled and knocked his cigarette gun on a stone, and his old face became more and more vicissitudes, "We poor people, as long as the family can reunite and live a down-to-earth life, we will be satisfied, everyone is born by my father's mother, and everyone's life is life...... I only hope that after you step out of this door, you will do more good deeds and less life and kill, people are doing it, and the sky is watching!"

Ling Lingqi looked at the afterglow of the setting sun, if the sky really has eyes, why do those who do good suffer from poverty and have a shorter life, and those who do evil enjoy wealth and longevity? Whether it is in ancient times or thousands of years later, this is the case. (To be continued.) )