lazy cat hits cute

When Qingyang was still supreme, his daily task in the Kingdom of God was to create things, create the world, and loosen the soil for his own flowers by the way.

Very boring.

When he is really bored, he will go to the world he created to have a look and wander around.

The lower realm is much more fun and lively than the perfect and cold kingdom of God.Qingyang ordered a bowl of fermented glutinous rice balls on the side of the street, scooped up a dumpling and breathed on it, waiting for it to cool down.The fermented glutinous rice balls of this restaurant are well-known far and wide. The sweet-scented osmanthus is very generous, and the sesame seeds in the glutinous rice balls are soft and sweet.The festive lanterns came vigorously from the other side of the street, the gongs and drums were blaring, the clown on stilts threw down a lot of golden paper ingots from his sleeves, and the children crowded and looted for good fortune. This is a unique custom in this world. The more paper ingots you have, the happier you will be in the new year.

A skinny child also squeezed in and bent over to pick up ingots. He was pushed hard by a fat man, and said in a high-pitched voice, "Go away! You don't have your share of luck!"

"Why!" The skinny child had just retorted, but the fat boy's fist had already landed: "Whatever is mine is mine! It's not for you!"

The skinny child was hit in the nose by the big fat boy, bleeding on the spot, holding his nose and crying, the big fat boy felt that it was unlucky for him to bleed all of a sudden, so he pointed at him and yelled: "Get out of here, don't come to steal the blessing of the master."

The skinny child was pushed and shoved out by the children, and stood in the corner watching silently as they snatched away the gold and silver paper ingots on the ground.

Qingyang looked at it, took a sip of Yuanzi soup, the faint aroma of wine mixed with the sweet scent of osmanthus, very suitable for warming up.

They all grabbed enough, hugged each other and rushed to the next stilt team.The skinny child hesitated for a while, squatted on the ground and picked up a paper ingot that had been crushed by the crowd. It was dusty, like his thin clothes.He picked it up, carefully removed the dirt from the footprints on it, and slowly restored the ingot to its original shape according to the creases. It looked no different from the complete ingot snatched by the children. Holding the ingot, he was happy again: "I have Blessed!"

The dumplings in the bowl were almost cold, Qingyang ate one, it was very sweet, he suddenly wanted to invite that child over, let him also have a bite of dumplings, and drink a bowl of warm dumpling soup.It's a pity that the child seemed to be afraid that someone would steal his blessing, so he disappeared in a flash.

After eating a bowl of rice dumplings, he walked slowly on the bustling street with his hands behind his back. The old and new festivals alternated, and no matter the rich or poor, there were always smiles on the street.

He has watched festivals like this many times in the lower realm, and there is almost no difference.

No matter how prosperous and lively the festival is, it gradually becomes deserted at night, the crowd disperses, the hawkers close their stalls, and the night patrol soldiers pass by orderly, ordering the merchants to extinguish the candles.The bright lights went out one by one, and the temple near the palace rang the midnight bell, and the bell sounded clear and clear.

Qingyang walked alone on the cold street, and the feeling of being in the Kingdom of God came back again, alone.

No, there are others.

Listen to footsteps, like a child.

Knocking on the iron bowl, he shouted in a drawn-out tone: "The sky is dry and the things are dry, be careful of fire and candles, and guard against thieves and thieves. Close doors and windows, big ghosts and little ghosts sit in rows, and you are safe and sound——Bang the gong to announce, close the doors and windows, be careful Fire candles, cold waves are coming, turn off the lights and close the door, go to bed early and get up early, exercise..." The voice is tender, like singing a nursery rhyme.

Qingyang stopped, and the child who was knocking on the iron bowl turned the corner, and happened to be walking towards him, breathing out cold white steam.

It was a child picking up paper ingots on the street. The two lines of blood under his nose hadn't been wiped clean, frozen into two short ink pens in the cold night.

His cheeks were darkened from the cold, and his shoes were torn, revealing two or three little toes.

He couldn't see him, knocking on the iron bowl, singing long songs, passing by.For some reason, Qingyang stared at him for a long time until he disappeared across the street.

He felt that this person seemed a little special.

An aura that was completely different from him, yet inexplicably fit, wrapped around the child.He could clearly see the intertwined fate lines on his body, all of which were dull and dull, representing a bad fate. It is normal for ordinary people to have one or two such lines, but none of the intertwined fate lines on a child is good. Yes, that's weird.

He wanted to see what happened, so he followed.

Unsurprisingly, the little ones walked the areas they were supposed to.Back to my dilapidated little house, the roof was leaking, the four sides were ventilated, and the quilt looked like a reed quilt, not warm.

The child curled up in the quilt, wrapped himself as tightly as possible, and fell asleep in a short time.

Sitting beside his bed, Qingyang picked out his fate lines one by one to see: In his previous life, he was a son of a rich family, and within a few years of holding a golden spoon in his mouth, the rich family suddenly went bankrupt, his wife and concubines were separated, and as a young child, he got chickenpox , died early.

In the previous life, he was a scholar who had studied hard all his life but failed to get any fame. When he read, his hair was gray and his legs were trembling.

In the previous life... He picked several roots, but none of them came out well, and the fate of the previous life was more miserable than the previous one.

It's not right.

Even if it is a very vicious person who commits a heinous crime, at most ten lives of suffering are enough, and the No. 11 life is not to say how rich it is, at least it is peaceful and stable.But this child, even for the twentieth century, had a miserable fate.

In a situation like this, he will definitely feel something.

Why didn't he feel it at all?

While he was wondering, he suddenly heard someone nearby yelling hoarsely: "It's under water! Help!"

All of a sudden, the neighbors in the neighborhood were alarmed. The people living in the neighborhood all lived in wooden houses, and a family could not run for tens of miles.All of a sudden, no matter whether it was the elders, the women, the children, the old and the weak, they all came out in a panic wearing cotton jackets to fetch water and put out the fire.

The fire spread quickly, and it didn't take long to lick the roof of the neighbor's house. The neighbor threw the bucket and cried in despair on the spot.

Naturally, the child was also awakened. He was still very angry when he got up, and he refused to get up for a long time in a daze.Until someone howled: "It can't be destroyed! It's the oil mill that is burning, and we are finished!"

The child rubbed his eyes, turned over and sat up, dazzled by the red flames. He was stunned for a moment, with a happy smile on his face: "It's so warm."

Qingyang's heart skipped a beat.

If others hear this, they will definitely feel that the child is cold-blooded and heartless.

But his eyes are very clean, so clean that Qingyang can't bear to criticize him.

He is really too cold.

The child was wrapped in a reed quilt, put on his shoes and kicked out of the bed, and went out of the house to have a look.Just poke your head out to know if it's right.

There was an aroma of lard in the air.

The oil mill caught fire, and the mother-in-law of the oil mill owner lay on the ground and cried loudly, howling for her husband and children, crying heartbreakingly.

He looked around, then retracted his head again.

The fire was started across the street, and it couldn't get here anyway.

He lay back and continued to sleep, and not long after he lay down, a half-grown boy broke into the door and violently tore off his quilt. The old quilt was torn apart, and the shriveled and blackened reed flowers scattered all over the ground.

In an instant, Qingyang saw the fact that was about to happen: the teenagers were the neighbors of the oil mill, and they came to Xingshi to ask the teacher for their crimes. The reason was that the children didn't say "the sky is dry and the things are dry, be careful of the fire" and didn't remind people. So this tragedy happened.

Then slaps and beatings.The child gradually stopped breathing amidst the punching and kicking.

But what about the fact?

The child yelled, but the proprietress took care of her own child and didn't care at all.

The freshly fried lard is placed on the window sill, the window is half open, and the cold air penetrates, freezing the fat inch by inch.

A hungry weasel smelled the oil. It first crawled into the kitchen and ate the crispy lard residue, and then followed the scent to find the lard jar on the window sill.

The lard jar was very heavy, and the weasel overturned the lard jar, licked it a few times and then discarded it. Before leaving, he turned over the oil lamp with his tail.

The bulging lard jar just rolled into the oil lamp.

The oil lamp roasted the lard, and the lard fueled the fire of the oil lamp. The two cooperated, and the bigger and bigger fire engulfed the table, the windows, and finally the entire oil mill, including the drunken owner of the oil mill.

The boy who tore the quilt didn't say anything, just came up with a few slaps, and shouted: "Say! Are you lazy today and didn't call the night?"

The child was still dazed, but was woken up by his slap, and immediately yelled, "No, I yelled!"

"You know how to be lazy!" The boy pushed him hard, and the child slammed his head against the side of the bed, and tears burst out of his eyes.

"Still crying!" The boy slapped him hard again, "Do you know that the owner of the oil mill was killed by you! He was burned to death! It was all caused by you, you are a disaster! If you don't hit me I can’t get rid of this year’s bad luck!” Dao Ba rolled up his sleeves, spit on the palm of his hand, “Hit me!”

Qingyang couldn't stand it anymore.

The gods cannot interfere with the fate of people in the lower world at will.

But he couldn't sit idly by in this current situation, not to mention that this child's fate was too special, if he died in this life, it would be very troublesome to find him in the next life.

Even if he breaks the precept once, he can still bear the consequences.

He walked out of the broken house door, temporarily showing his figure, then walked into the broken house and shouted: "If you don't go to put out the fire, what are you doing here!"

God has thousands of faces. In the eyes of the young man, Qingyang is now the face of a disgraced neighbor, full of anger.The young man snorted unwillingly, pointed at the child and said, "He is a disaster star, it's all because he didn't call Ye Ye!"

"You don't go to put out the fire, but you show your prestige to the weak here, isn't it fun?" Qingyang scolded, "He shouted at night, I heard it clearly and clearly, this matter has nothing to do with him!"

No matter how unwilling the boy was, he had no choice but to stop, and led the little ones out of the house.

The child curled up on the ground, holding his head in his hands, trembling.

"It's okay, get up quickly."

Trembling, the child raised his head and looked at him: "Really, are you all right?" His lips were trembling.

Qingyang Lower Realm has seen many different sufferings in the world many times. In the eyes of ordinary people, any one of them is a tragic event that is enough to make people cry. He is not moved, and he has never been moved like this time. Heart: "It's really all right, get up quickly, the ground is cold, don't suffer from the cold."

The child got up, Wu Qing's face showed a naive smile: "Thank you, big brother."

Qingyang touched his cheek, but he didn't want him to say another sentence with stars shining in his eyes: "You look so good-looking."

Qingyang was stunned for a moment.

Does the Thousand Faces of God not exist in his eyes?Was he seeing his true colors?

In fact, he doesn't care about his true face, nor his gender.His expression is purely the face he is used to, and of course he will put on a more ordinary face that belongs to ordinary people when he walks in the world, but it is even more strange that a child with a special destiny can easily see through thousands of faces .

He began to rejoice that he had rescued the child in time, and there were obviously more secrets to be discovered behind the child.

The reed quilt was broken.He took his hand and said, "Look, your quilt is torn. It's such a cold day, why don't you come to my house to rest for one night, so as not to freeze."

The child wanted to decline, but the cold didn't allow him to be polite, he sniffed his nose and nodded, looking forward to it.

Qingyang took his hand, walked to a blind alley at random, and conjured a three-story house out of thin air.

The child is very familiar with the nearby streets and alleys, and the neighbors in the neighborhood. When he came here, he was stunned: "Brother, do you live here? Why don't I remember it?"

"I just moved in, and I haven't said hello to the people nearby. It's normal for you to have no impression." Qingyang lied casually, and lightly patted the back of the child's head to dispel his doubts, and the child immediately felt relieved.

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