Zhexiang as an old friend

Cheng Er was thrown into a poor family. Because he was stupid, his father didn't like it, and his mother couldn't read, so he could only give him one syllable.

My mother called him Ming, probably thinking that this is fate.

Yuan Qing only felt that the time in the world passed very slowly. He had been here for nine years, and the catastrophe was only half over.

Counting carefully, Cheng Er's life was very tragic.

When he was born, he was thrown by his father and saved by his mother.

When he was one year old, he choked on water and almost died of choking, but Yuan Qing saved him by using spells.

When he was two years old, the harvest was not good, his father would not give him food, and his mother cut off her own meat and cooked it for him.

When I was three years old, I could barely walk. I was bullied by other children and pushed into the well, or I turned into a haystack and went in, otherwise I was afraid that I would fall to my death.

When he was four years old, he couldn't speak, and when he passed by a blacksmith's shop, the sparks splashed on him, and if his mother didn't find out, he would have burned to death.

He could only speak when he was five years old. His mother wanted to send him to study, but he was beaten by his husband. His hands were beaten very hard, and he developed inflammation. In winter, he almost died of illness.

When he was six years old, he was still not in good health. His father lost his gambling and was angry. When he came back, he saw his child dumbfounded and threw him into the river. His mother jumped into the water to save his life.

When he was seven years old, his mother was ill. He was so dumb that he couldn't do anything and could only beg on the road. He was almost beaten to death by a rich man.

When he was eight years old, his mother got sicker and sicker, and met a doctor who could save him. As long as he was a medicine man for him, he agreed, and he was almost poisoned to death by the doctor.

At the age of nine, my mother's illness was slightly better, but I couldn't do anything, and I was often beaten and scolded by my father. My sisters had already been sold into brothels by my father to gamble, and finally I had no money to see this fool The son looks good and almost sold him as a servant.

It's been ten years now, Yuan Qing feels that this kind of life of being inseparable and inseparable is very boring, but dare not stop staring.

"Come to a pot of sweet-scented osmanthus tea." Yuan Qing showed his body and ordered a pot of tea. If he kept hidden, it would be a waste of energy.

"You have come to Daxianshan for more than ten days, is this the place to drink tea?" Shen Tu suddenly appeared in front of Yuan Qing, looking angry like a child who has not eaten candy.

In order to come to the human world, Shentu deliberately closed his fangs, and even the color of his pupils turned black.

Yuan Qing looked at him with a smile, and said, "You think it's only been ten days, but it's been nine years for my senior brother."

"I heard that the Jade Emperor has been acting like a monster recently, and he wants to punish someone to go through calamities, but I didn't realize that it was your senior brother." Shen Tu wrapped his hands around and looked at Cheng Er, who was bewildered and stupid in the distance.

Yuan Qing put his fan on his chest and said with a smile, "You say that the Jade Emperor is a monster, and you are not afraid of the Jade Emperor's punishment."

Shen Tu was about to speak, when the tea maker over there had already come over with a kettle, and when the guy had prepared the tea and greeted him, he went to make tea again. He first poured a cup of tea for Yuan Qing, and then poured himself a cup of tea. Drinking a cup, he said, "That's your Jade Emperor, not mine."

Gods and demons are at peace, and the world is united, but it does not mean that the demon world is willing to bow down to the heaven.

Yuan Qing smiled noncommittally, and smelled the sweet-scented osmanthus in the teacup.

"This scent is very similar to yours." Shentu said suddenly.

Yuan Qing raised his head to look at Shentu, and saw him holding the teacup, his eyes were covered by the mist curling up from the water, and he couldn't see clearly, and felt a little shy in his heart.

He lowered his head and took a sip of the hot tea, pretending to be calm: "This tea is brewed with sweet-scented osmanthus, which naturally has the aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus."

Shentu smiled inexplicably, took a sip of tea, and stuck out his tongue to lick the water stains at the corner of his mouth.

Yuan Qing suddenly felt that the atmosphere was very delicate.

"A fool is born without parents, and his father doesn't like his mother's funeral."

However, the children's singing is very discordant.

Yuan Qing raised his head and looked over there, and saw a few children surrounding Cheng Er, repeating this line of libretto non-stop. I couldn't explain it clearly, so I could only stagger and explain: "I have... I don't have Kemu..."

Those children were still laughing and singing non-stop, Cheng Er finally blushed and burst into tears.

"Hahaha, idiot is crying, idiot is crying, shame and shame!" The children clapped their hands, using Cheng Er as a toy to make themselves laugh.

Yuan Qing couldn't help but sighed, but he couldn't make a move, the disaster would be worse than his life, so he couldn't do it himself.

Then a familiar voice came from the other side, yelling loudly at the group of children: "Don't bully him!"

After all, it seemed that he was afraid that he would be worthless, so he smashed the heads of the children in front of him fiercely. Those children suffered from pain and ran away crying.

The child looked only twelve or thirteen years old, and there were two small knots on his forehead, which looked very strange.

Yuan Qing looked at the child, thought for a moment, and finally confirmed that he was Bing Huai.

Bing Huai is still young and lacks the ability to transform, so the two dragon horns can only be used as two little ones to block.

He leaned down and wiped Cheng Er's tears, and comforted softly: "You...don't cry, I beat all the bad kids away!"

That clumsy look is very cute.

Cheng Er grabs Bing Huai's two small grips at once, and looks at Bing Huai sobbing.

Bing Huai grabbed Cheng Er's hand: "My brother is bad, he has become a fool and still grabbed my horn."

"Brother, brother." Cheng Er let go of his hand all of a sudden, and looked at Bing Huai with a smile.

"What brother, you are my brother." Bing Huai pouted, looking very competitive.

Cheng Er naturally couldn't understand what he was talking about at this time, so he kept shouting: "Brother, brother."

"I, I'm younger than you!" Bing Huai yelled, then softened all of a sudden, and muttered, "Looking at you like this, I'm barely older than you, but do you know that you will marry me in the future?"

"I know." I don't know if Cheng Er understood this sentence, so he just nodded like this, for fear that the "brother" beside him would run away.

"Hmph, as long as you know." Bing Huai blushed suddenly, and pinched Cheng Er's face carefully.

Shentu in the distance seemed to be watching a good show, and said with a smile: "This Bing Huai is very persistent."

Yuan Qing began to tap his chest again, and said with a smile: "Senior brother will survive the catastrophe in the future, remembering this incident, it must be another good show to watch."

Seeing that Cheng Er was about to leave with Bing Huai, Yuan Qing hurriedly settled the bill and followed him in a hidden form.

Cheng Er tugged at Bing Huai's sleeve, stumbled towards home, wanted to enter the door, but there were many people around the door, and when he saw him, he showed a very compassionate look, and took his own way.

The mother was already pale, obviously gone.

Cheng Er couldn't see it, and grabbed his mother's hand and kept shaking it: "Mother, mother, look, I have an older brother."

As he spoke, he dragged Bing Huai towards his mother.

People outside were chattering:

"What a fool, I don't even know that my mother is dead."

"No, if it wasn't for the desperate effort to support him, he would have died so early."

Cheng Er couldn't hear it, and kept shaking his mother's hand: "Mother, mother, don't sleep..."

Yuan Qing sighed leisurely.

But Bing Huai seemed to have heard it, and turned his head to look in his direction, opened his mouth, and secretly said: "Call the soul."

Yuan Qing also replied: "It's against the way of heaven."

"I don't care, my brother is so sad, if you don't recruit me." Bing actually clasped his hands together and made a gesture of evocation.

Yuan Qing hastily suppressed it with a fan, and because of his 200 years of sparse Taoism, he was almost half dead when his soul was called back.

"Only one stick of incense." Yuan Qing said, seeing that Bing Huai still looked dissatisfied, Yuan Qing continued, "A dead person, one stick of incense is the most."

Bing Huai reluctantly nodded.

Yuan Qing was about to start the ceremony, Shentu hurriedly suppressed it, and said in a low voice: "It's against the law of heaven, aren't you afraid of being punished by your Jade Emperor?"

"Punish it. Punish it. Is it possible to call Bing Huai Zhao? The Jade Emperor and the Dragon King will be in trouble anyway. It is better to save Bing Huai's life. It is also a favor." Yuan Qing moved his hands and continued to do the soul-calling technique. Law.

Seeing that, Shentu couldn't persuade him, so he set up a protective net to protect him and try his best.

After a while, the mother's soul slowly drifted over, lay down, and entered her body.

However, these bystanders didn't know it, they only knew that the woman took a deep breath, her eyes opened suddenly, and she looked like she was shining.

"Mother, mother, look, this is my brother." Cheng Er saw his mother woke up, and talked to her with a smile.

The mother also knew that she didn't have a long time, so she smiled and agreed: "Mother sees, you will follow this brother from now on, okay?"

"What about the mother?"

"Mother wants to sleep, maybe for a long time, when the time comes, you put mother in the forest in the back mountain, where it is cool, mother likes it." Mother smiled weakly.

Cheng Er didn't understand, and agreed: "Okay, then Ming'er is here to watch mother sleep."

Mother rubbed his head, then went to look at Bing Huai again, earnestly holding Bing Huai's hand: "Please, take care of my silly son."

Even though she knew that the person in front of her was just a twelve or thirteen-year-old child, it was her last straw at this moment.

It was the first time Bing Huai received such a solemn entrustment, and suddenly became serious: "Don't worry, I will protect him like a daughter-in-law from now on!"

After finishing speaking, the woman was amused by him and laughed.

Looking up at the neighbors outside the door, some were surprised, some were afraid, some were watching the excitement, but they were indifferent without exception.

She laughed slowly: "Ming'er, mother is going to sleep, you can sing a song for mother."

"Okay!" Cheng Er agreed and sang, "Butterflies fly outside the window, mothers kiss on the side of the road, bees hide in flower buds..."

Cheng Er's song stopped and stopped, not very pleasant to say, but the woman smiled very serenely, and slowly closed her eyes.

Yuan Qing sighed again.

"Why do you always sigh." Shentu pinched Yuan Qing's nose, as if to blame his nose for breathing too much, which made Yuan Qing sigh.

Yuan Qing tapped Shentu's restless hand with a fan, and said: "I just feel that this mother's life is very miserable, I hope she will be reincarnated and give birth to a rich family."

"If you want me to say, don't be a human at all, be a cicada, be a dog, be carefree, and be more comfortable than being a human."

"Oh." Yuan Qing laughed, "What you said is also very reasonable. If there is an afterlife, I hope this mother will be a fish, and I won't remember the suffering in this world."

After making a trick, I went directly back to the vicinity of the teahouse.

Shentu rubbed his nose, made a formula and followed.

Leaving Bing Huai and Cheng Er aside, after all, it was Cheng Er's mother's funeral, so naturally the two of them couldn't intervene.

Yuan Qing didn't go to the teahouse, but went to the nearby tavern to order a pot of wine.

Others can't experience the suffering in this world, but when they see it, they feel very uncomfortable.

"The gods are only good in the world, the love of parents is warm and fulfilling, the moon is old and the red line is a good marriage, and one person lives forever..."

Yuan Qing suddenly remembered the "Good World" sung by that immortal, and sang it slowly.