It's Liao Zhai, not Cthulhu

"You continue to scold? I'll break your leg right away!" Yang Nianxi continued to scold. She looked a little aggressive at such a young age, but this aggressiveness seemed to be to protect others.

"Ba Xiaochuan, are you okay?" Yang Nianxi asked Ba Xiaochuan.

"I...no...what about you?" Ba Xiaochuan stammered and asked Yang Nianxi.

"I'm fine. If you are bullied again in the future, just call me. You just need to hurry up and call, Yang Xi, Yang Xi." Yang Nianxi patted Ba Xiaochuan on the shoulder and said.

"Okay." Ba Xiaochuan nodded.

Spring has passed and autumn has come, Wang He, the child who scolded people back then, has also grown up, and he also knows what is right and wrong, so he no longer hurts others with bad words like before. Instead, he has become friends with Ba Xiaochuan. Go play in the yard of Ba Xiaochuan's house.

"Brother Xiaochuan, tell me, can sister Daxi get married?" Wang He asked Ba Xiaochuan.

Ba Xiaochuan, who is 15 years old this year, just concentrates on making clay figurines and making sugar figurines. , After all, good products are not afraid of not being sold.

"I...no...no...no...know." Ba Xiaochuan shook his head.

Wang He looked at Ba Xiaochuan and sighed too.

"Brother Xiaochuan, if you don't stutter, you probably should get married by now." Wang He continued to ask.

"I..." Ba Xiaochuan hesitated to speak, thinking of that ugly girl back then, he smiled, but holding a clay figurine in his hands, it looked like the ugly girl back then.

But he suddenly felt a sense of uneasiness deep in his heart, and a trance like a sea tide swept over him, as if he had sensed something.

Wang He's words in his ear also became elongated and distorted like an echo,

The clay figure in his hand also fell to the ground.

"Yang Xi! Yang Xi! Yang Xi!"

Ba Xiaochuan ran out and looked for Yang Nianxi everywhere, but in the end he only found Yang Xi's body hanging from the beam in Yang Xi's house.

Her mother lay disheveled on the bed, silent, and seemed to be struggling when she was alive.

And an idle Qingpi in the village fell into a pool of blood on the ground with a pair of scissors stuck in his back.

"Yang...Nianxi...Yang Nianxi...Yang Nianxi...Yang Nianxi!"

Ba Xiaochuan, who was always stuttering, pronounced three words in full, which was also the name of the ugly girl.

Ba Xiaochuan seemed to have been exhausted from all his strength, but he still ran under Yang Nianxi's cold body and held Yang Nianxi up.

"Save people!"

"Save people!"

"Save people!"

Little stutter was never little dumb,

The cycad tree outside the door bloomed,

The blood in the little stammer's heart is also ticking.

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"Ah!!!" Ba Xiaochuan was fixed on the door panel, and the wood in his mouth was also bitten with layers of teeth marks.

The abbot of the temple on the mountain outside the small village folded his hands and sighed to the villagers who cared about Ba Xiaochuan.

"He's not crazy, he's hateful."

"Hate? Who does he hate? He has always been a good child." Ba Xiaochuan's mother wiped her tears with a sad face.

"Oh, he hates himself for being incompetent."

"Master, can Brother Xiaochuan be saved like this?" Wang He asked the abbot.

"Heart disease needs heart medicine. This is also his catastrophe. In my opinion, let him be a monk who jumps over the wall. The Buddha will always save him."

"Wall jumping" is a ritual shared by both Buddhism and Taoism. Children in poor health or children who have been ordered to "restrain their parents" come to "jump the wall".

For example, a person enters the temple to become a monk due to poor health or bad luck, and then climbs over the wall and leaves the temple after the ceremony is completed, but the old name can no longer be used, and the first sentence he hears when he comes out is himself. new name for .

It means that the person with the old name has made a vow to become a monk, and a paper man with his name written on it is left in the temple to become a monk instead of himself.

Afterwards, the person with the new name gets rid of the bad situation and lives a normal life. Every time on the 15th day of the Lunar New Year or religious festivals, or when there is a grand puja, just go to the place where the wall jumps with your parents and rejoice.

Ba Xiaochuan's parents ran around to prepare things. The rich family would bring a live donkey to the temple, meaning to replace the children who jumped over the wall to do coolies in the temple, while the poor family would paste a paper donkey.

After the people in the temple finished the ceremony, Ba Xiaochuan also put on a patchwork of clothes, which were rags that Ba Xiaochuan's mother begged from every family in the village.

Ba Xiaochuan's hands were tied with a rope, and he no longer bit the wood in his mouth, but just pinched the clay figurine in his hand in a daze.

The clay figurine resembled Yang Nianxi eight points, but he didn't pinch the birthmark, resulting in a two-point gap, he didn't dare to pinch the birthmark,

He was afraid that after pinching the birthmark... he would think of that day.

I will think of my incompetent self.

Ba Xiaochuan's father was smoking a dry cigarette, and put the stool under the courtyard wall, the wrinkles on his face didn't relax in the slightest.

The abbot put on the walking ring for Ba Xiaochuan, and then lifted the rope from Ba Xiaochuan's hand.

Ba Xiaochuan stared blankly at the clay figurine.

"Xiao Chuan, come back when you find the name." The clay figurine seemed to say this to him again.

Ba Xiaochuan jumped out of the wall like crazy.

"Xiaochuan! Come back when you find the name!" Father, mother, sister, brother, and fellow villagers all shouted.

And his figure is getting further and further away.

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He looked at the clay figurine, walking non-stop on the road,

There was no one on the road, and he couldn't find his name.

He listened to the birds flying and chirping in the woods.

He listened to the slow flow of the mountain stream and its rushing.

He watched the clouds in the sky gather and disperse and make peace, and the wind blows again.

It seems that nature and everything in the world are vying for a new name for him, but no one is willing to name him.

Finally, he saw an old man fishing by the lake.

The old man was quiet, and so was he.

After waiting for a long time, the fish did not take the bait. Although the old man was extremely focused, he turned his head to look at him.

The old man looked at him in a daze, and then at the clay figurine in his hand.

"Farewell to love." The old man said this sentence for some reason.

"Love to leave, love to leave, love to leave..." He repeated his name.

"Young man, what's your name? But what's the matter?" Seeing his appearance, the old man asked.

"Love parting, I, yes." He answered concisely.

"You? Love to leave?" The old man looked at him playfully.

"Ai Bie Li... Me! Me! Me!" Ai Bie Li shouted hoarsely.

"You are not worthy of this name yet, but you can learn from me, but I will only teach you for one year. What you can learn is up to you." The old man smiled.

"You?" Ai looked at the old man separately.

"I can't let go." The old man picked up the fishing rod.

There was no fishhook before, but a fish-body-man-mask monster with long arms was caught, and the fish-body-man-mask monster was put into the fish basket.

"Let's go, Ai Bie Li." The old man said, patting Ai Bie Li's shoulder.

But his gaze was also half a smile, looking at the other side.

Looking at this memory, Qin Yuelou felt as if he was being watched by the old man in this memory.

But then the old man turned around, and a large section of memory seemed to be deleted, only the memory of the man named "Love Parting" who was making clay figurines was left.

These clay figurines all looked like that ugly girl, but none of them had a birthmark.

In the end, he changed from a clay figurine to a sugar figurine,

Because sugar man, can have more colors.

He found the name, but it was someone else's name, so he didn't quite find the name.

So, he didn't go back either.

25 years, did not go back.

Love parting, life parting or death parting?

Then he came to Yuhang, holding and selling sugar figurines on the streets of Yuhang.

When he couldn't let go of studying, he only learned to change stars and change buckets. In the past 25 years, he has only practiced moving stars and changing buckets.

But he never really moved the stars,

Afterwards, he became a transit point between Xizao and Shiyou.

Why did it become a transfer station? This part of the memory was also deleted and could not be seen.

Although one was caught alive, it seemed to be of no use at all.

The momentary memory browsing is over.

Qin Yuelou looked at the love parting in front of him, feeling a little sympathetic in his heart.

"It's useless, the memory has been deleted, and torture can't get anything out, unless his memory is retrieved." Qin Yuelou shook his head, "But, he may be a person who has suffered a lot."

"Tsk, I still have to leave it to those professionals to deal with the headaches. The Jiukusheng organization is too difficult to grasp." He Shiluo said, but then thought of something,

"Wait, since you said that he might be a member of Jiukusheng, and he played an important role in the process of attacking and killing me, does that mean that there are other people of Jiukusheng in Yu Hangli?"

"Well...it's not impossible..." Qin Yuelou looked at Aiparting and felt compassionate in his heart, "But before you hand him over, I'll let him... have a false and beautiful dream .”

"How to say?" He Shiluo asked Qin Yuelou.

"When I looked at his memory, I saw his past." Qin Yuelou said, and then told He Shiluo all about it.

"So what if the past was miserable? Didn't he still participate in the attack and murder of important court officials? It's just the pity of a murderable person." It is understandable for He Shiluo to say this.

So Qin Yuelou didn't force it, and He Shiluo's tone couldn't help but soften a little.

"You just... forget it, I'm going out first, and I have to recover from my injuries." He Shiluo said with one eye open and one closed, and then joked with Qin Yuelou,

"It's said that doctors heal people and diseases, but you can't see that you can heal the heart, maybe you can heal the world in the future."

"Health world? It's not impossible." Qin Yuelou smiled.

Chapter Thirty-eight

The way of dreams is the most mysterious. Qin Anyi's knowledge of dreams is actually not very high. Most of his superficial knowledge of dreams comes from the 72 spells of marriage dreams that were distributed. Although the marriage dreams were distributed, the same Also structured the spell model of Marriage Dream.

And based on the organic combination of the dream-marrying spell model and a technologically advanced world dream technology, a brand new dream spell was created.

And this dream technology comes from a certain tear-jerking game. The protagonist of the story has amnesia, and the protagonist’s wife suffers from a rare autism disorder. The protagonist’s wife wants to let the protagonist recall What happened that year, unfortunately passed away in the end, and the protagonist of the story can only reconstruct his life in a dream.

Qin Yuelou hummed the song "To Xiaoxi" that the protagonist made for his wife, and then cast this new dream spell on Ba Xiaochuan.

Although it is a false and beautiful dream, it is still a beautiful dream after all.

In order to ensure the success of the spellcasting, Qin Yuelou also pulled the cook's avatar to help him punch.

Then, he used spells to connect the dreams together.

The avatar of the cook, Qin Yuelou, was wearing a white double-breasted gown, with a red belt tied around his waist. The slightly longer belt hung down to his feet. Became a little bitch.

The cook was still holding a steamed bun, standing beside Qin Yuelou, like twin brothers.

"Why do you still make a steamed bun to eat in your dream?" Qin Yuelou asked the cook.

"The so-called big soup is not harmonious. If you want to bring out the true taste of the ingredients, then there is nothing better than the most common food to experience this taste, and steamed buns are exactly this kind of food. Fermentation of flour, kneading dough , Putting it on the steamer, and other steps must be organized, so as to best stimulate the original flavor of the ingredients." The cook is a person who pursues food very much, maybe this is a foodie.

"Then does this have anything to do with eating steamed buns in your dream?" Qin Yuelou asked the cook strangely.

"Because I have eaten too many steamed buns recently, and there are steamed buns in my dream." The cook said this, and sighed helplessly with a smile, "Okay, let's not talk about these things for now, let's take a look at his life trajectory first."

So the cook used his marriage dream to quickly browse Ba Xiaochuan's life memories.

"The source of dreams is memory. His deepest memory is when Yang Nianxi helped him, and when Yang Nianxi committed suicide." The cook said after eating the steamed buns in two or three bites, "Then if you want to help him have a good dream, you have to Let the character of Yang Nianxi not die."