You know what you don't know

Floating life is broken, the other shore is dry, but the bridgehead is full of gunpowder and mist.Humans and ghosts fought, and the commanders of the two armies stood facing each other. The wind blew a corner of the red coat, and the man laughed at himself: "You really don't want to see me."

"I never..."

"Then take your useless people and get out, and tell the dog emperor that we will accept the human world."

"Not yet."

"Don't call me. You, no, deserve it."

30 years ago.

This is the coldest winter in Lizhou, the howling wind is like an ice snake raging in the city.But even though it was so cold, it still didn't snow.And the little beggar was huddled in the straw pile in front of the gate of the Town God's Temple. He was driven out by the gatekeeper of the Town God's Temple, so he could only face the cold wind against his body.It had been three days, and because of the beating, the clothes on his body were not enough to protect him from the cold, and even the food was only the last morsel of steamed buns.Why doesn't he go?He is waiting, waiting for the porridge on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, which is his only chance.

He looked at the small mouthful of steamed buns tightly held in his hand, weighed them, carefully put them in his mouth, held them for a while, and swallowed them even reluctantly.What should I do, if this continues, he will be frozen to death on this street.He slowly closed his eyes, he needed to keep his strength.

"Hey." The little beggar felt that his feet tripped over someone, and that person cried out in surprise, lying on the ground.The little beggar opened his eyes vigorously, and saw that the man was lying on the ground in a fancy dress, and he was a bit embarrassed. Before he could speak, the man slipped up and patted the snow on his body. His baby face was so cute and delicate, The dust on his cheeks can't spoil his dignity. "Yes, I'm sorry." The little beggar didn't dare to look at him again, and bowed his head to apologize to him, the man turned back to look at him, and smiled: "I didn't look at the road, are you cold? Your clothes are torn. He walked over, took off his cotton coat and put it on the little beggar.The little beggar knew that he would die if he didn't have this coat. He stared at the coat for a while and said, "Thank you." Then he rubbed his hands casually on the straw twice, and carefully wrapped the coat in body.

"Master, master! Don't run away, master!" A man in his thirties rushed over with a group of servants, stood in front of the little boy, respectful, and didn't pay much attention to the little beggar. He took off the jacket and put it on the little boy: "Master, the master must lose his temper when he sees you running around, go back quickly."

The little boy smiled at him suddenly: "Okay, if you catch me, I'll go back with you." After speaking, he hurried away, leaving behind a group of people to wipe their foreheads.

The little beggar managed to survive until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month relying on his cotton-padded clothes, but his lips were already pale and he could not walk.Vaguely, he felt the warmth around his mouth, like porridge, and immediately drank it hungrily and then lost his intuition.He seems to have heard his father say to him again: "Wen Cheng, you want to be a master!" "Father! Don't leave Cheng'er behind!" "If you don't become a great master, how can you become my son?"

Waking up with a start, it was the tent instead of the sky that greeted my eyes.He got up slowly, the old clothes on his body had been changed, the quilts and mattresses were all new, soft and warm, tears welled up in his eyes.He put on his new cotton shoes and wanted to stand up, but his legs gave way and he fell to the bed.

"Are you awake?" The person who came was a woman with a gentle face, and she was holding a child.That kid! It's him!

The little beggar thought that it was he who saved him, and he felt a little more joy, gratitude and inferiority in his heart.

"Ah Qing, bring a bowl of porridge over here." She smiled and walked slowly to sit on the edge of the bed, gently took his hand: "Is it better?" The little beggar couldn't help but nodded indiscriminately.

"This is my aunt, my name is Wu Fei, Wu from martial arts, and Fei from Wu Gong." He scratched his head: "What's your name?"

The little beggar blushed, as if his name was ugly: "Wen...Wencheng."

"Mother, if you want to keep him, you should keep him." He grabbed the woman's sleeve and shook it. "Okay, okay, I'll go talk to your father and take good care of Cheng'er." After saying this, he patted Wu Ge's head, then got up and went out.

"Brother Ah Cheng, why are you outside alone?

"Brother Ah Cheng, my father is a general, no one will bully you in the future!

"Brother Ah Cheng, let me feed you porridge!

"Forget it, I can't reach you, drink it yourself!

"Dry it quickly!"

Wencheng: "I..."