Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

There are ghost coins in the shape of white round paper and square holes floating all over the street. Unreasonable children on the side of the road suck their fingers and are led in one direction by the stooped old man.

The old man was wearing dark thin clothes, showing his arms and thighs carelessly, with a heavy face.

Everything around is strange and strange.

After Mo Yun stood blankly for a moment, he also followed.

Some of the buildings on both sides of the road are very strange in style. They are made of colored stones cut into whole pieces. They are small, clean and beautiful.Most of them are oiled wooden houses, which are not gorgeous but feel very comfortable.

It is the harvest season, the soil in the field is dry and cracked, the rice stalks are neatly cut, the yellow dog is sleeping soundly in it, the chickens are pecking the missed rice, and there are several haystacks piled up in small hills around, exuding grass the taste of.

Following the old man in front and continuing to walk, Mo Yun gradually discovered that Ni Duan - he could see and even touch people here, but Mo Yun did not exist in their eyes.

Just like just now, a woman by the side of the road poured bloody water with a smell of mutton on him in a colorful basin. After he hurriedly avoided, the corner of his clothes was still stained, but the woman acted as if she hadn't seen it. Walk away calmly.

In order to confirm this idea, he stepped forward quickly, touched the shoulder of the old man in front of him, and wanted to ask his whereabouts, but the old man looked around suspiciously, and then frowned and quickened his pace.

No one could see Mo Yun, so he could only continue to follow the old man without saying a word, eavesdropping on the conversation between the old man and the child, so as to understand the current situation.

The little boy sucked his fingers and asked inarticulately, "Grandpa, did brother Ye really go to heaven?"

The old man's voice was a bit muffled, and it took a long time before he spoke in succession: "Brother Ye is a god, he came to play in the mortal world and he will go back."

As an immortal, Mo Yun lowered his head and sighed when he thought about his situation after ascension.

He still doesn't understand the meaning of ascending to immortality.

Gradually, I heard the mournful dirge, the wailing of the suona, and many old people stayed in front of a wooden house hung with white silk. They were either dazed or sad, heavy or weeping.

The children gathered together and discussed something.

The old man in front led the child into the crowd, found people he was familiar with, and sat around chatting.

Next to Mo Yun was an old man with blurred eyes, he pulled his beard and asked, "How many years has Xiaoye been in our village?"

A child jumped out from under the table and said, "My mother said, Brother Ye came to the village the year I was born. I am five years old, so Brother Ye has been here for five years."

With a gratified expression on his face, the old man stroked the child's head caressingly: "Yes, it's been five years."

The old man looked at the sky with thin clouds, lost in memory.

The courtyard is very large, and there are many tables and chairs that can be placed. On the table, there are melon seeds and peanuts on a large iron plate. A three or four-year-old child is stepping on a stool and eating peanuts in the iron plate. There are also a few old men sitting on the table. chatting.

"When Xiaoye was assigned by the village, I knew he was quite capable."

Mo Yun looked over and saw an old man with two transparent colored glasses hanging in front of his eyes was eating melon seeds and talking to several other old people.

"Yeah, Xiaoye came here at the age of 26, and was voted out to be the village chief at the age of 28. Hey, don't tell me, Xiaoye's expression at that time was so funny!"

Another old man with red eyes wiped his tears and said excitedly.

Several old men talked about the year with excitement, dispelling some sadness.

At this moment, an old man with a white beard said sadly: "But why don't you just let us white-haired people send black-haired people..."

As soon as he said this, the old people sitting around stopped talking and fell silent.

Mo Yun tried to sort out what they said, and came to the conclusion that Xiaoye is very powerful, and he won the trust of the whole village by winning people's hearts without force.

But, who is Xiaoye?

He intends to visit the mourning hall.

The door of the wooden house is open, and inside is the mourning hall. The mourning hall is relatively simple, with a yellow cloth hanging above it, and a Buddha statue hanging in front of the yellow cloth. On the ground is a rectangular altar, on which sacrifices are placed. Looking at the portrait of the deceased, burning incense candles on both sides.

Mo Yun took a look at the photo, and felt that the portrait was very lifelike. He walked behind the yellow cloth and saw the person sleeping peacefully in the wooden coffin.

The man was as white as porcelain, with mild eyebrows, the corners of his mouth were naturally raised, and his face was artificially rosy.A head of black hair is very short, and the hair is curled up mischievously.

This man was wearing a white top and black trousers, and he was neatly groomed, but in Mo Yun's eyes, he looked a little out of the ordinary.

Unfamiliar faces, familiar feelings.

Mo Yun knelt down and lay beside the coffin, silently watching this beautiful but not effeminate person.

Have they met somewhere?

"Shh! Mom said Brother Wuchen fell asleep, let's take a look quietly."

A little girl with short hair and black dress pulled a little boy over, tiptoed, and cautiously approached the coffin.

The little boy was older than the girl, and he frowned: "Brother Ye is not asleep, but dead."

A girl with a horn whip rushed over and quickly covered the little boy's mouth: "Shh, you can't say that about Brother Wuchen, the people in the sky thought he was very good, so they took him away."

The little boy Nuonuo nodded, feeling that there was nothing wrong with this statement, so he agreed with it.

The three children were lying beside the coffin, showing three pairs of small eyes, looking at the person in the coffin almost reverently.

The girl with shofar braids suddenly cried. She is seven years old, and she knows many things. She knows what happened to Brother Ye. She knows everything.

The short-haired girl hurriedly wiped away her tears, and asked helplessly, "What's wrong?"

The girl with shofar braids didn't answer, and held the hands of the two children beside her: "Let's go first, don't disturb Brother Ye."

The short-haired girl didn't seem to have seen enough, she hesitated: "But I haven't seen Brother Wuchen for a long time."

The boy glanced at the girl with shofar braids, ran to the girl with short hair and grabbed her hand, saying, "Stop quarreling with Brother Ye."

The short-haired girl still didn't want to, she said, "But I want to stay with my brother for a while..."

At this time, a tall woman and two men walked in from the outside.

Seeing the aggrieved look of the short-haired girl, the woman consoled her carefully after asking why.

The girl with the claw whip couldn't hold back the moment she saw the woman, she leaned over with red eyes and hugged the woman's thigh: "Sister Xiaoyu, I feel so bad."

The woman glanced at the coffin, lowered her eyebrows, but tried to put on a smiling face: "Let's go outside, please, don't disturb Brother Ye, okay?"

The three children were led out, and the area around the coffin was suddenly quiet.

Mo Yun was still listening carefully to their conversation at the beginning, but when the word "dustless" came out, he was completely confused.

"Brother Ye", "Brother Wuchen" - Ye Wuchen.

His heartstrings broke instantly, and he didn't know the details of this person, but just hearing the name made his heart turbulent and his ears ringing.

"Master..."

After muttering this word, he couldn't help covering the face of the person in the coffin with his hand, and a strange familiarity came over his face.

The surroundings gradually quieted down, the conversations of the guests and the innocent chatter of the children gradually faded away.

It was as quiet as if there were only the two of them in the whole world.

When Mo Yun came back to his senses, he was already in the darkness, and the delicate touch in his hand was still there, but the person inside the coffin gradually turned into dots of starlight, lingering around his fingertips, climbing up his arms, and slowly covering his eyes .

His eyes were stung by the starlight, he had to close his eyelids, and opened them tentatively after a long time.

Qingshi Ancient Alley, the sound of dogs barking.

There are no people in this place, and the gates are all locked with rusty chains, making it look desolate.

Mo Yun kept squatting on the ground. After looking around, Shi Shiran got up, patted the corner of his clothes habitually, and walked following the sound of the dog barking.

"Ugh—woof, woof!"

A grinning yellow dog was staring covetously at the little boy carrying a meat bun in front of him.

The yellow dog's body was dirty, its short hair was twisted into one piece, silky saliva was hanging from the corner of its mouth, it was terrifying.

The little boy seemed to be used to such scenes, and he was not afraid of the yellow dog's gaze. Instead, he wolfed down the meat buns in his arms, wiped the oil stains from the corner of his mouth, and stared at it silently.

The yellow dog moved forward slowly, and the boy slowly leaned against the mossy wall.

Mo Yun was watching from the side, he wanted to do something, but he couldn't touch anything here.

Step by step back to the base of the wall, the yellow dog let out a low growl from its throat, but it couldn't deter the boy at all.

The yellow dog looked around, and after confirming that the prey had nowhere to escape, it gathered its strength, kicked its hind legs on the ground, and rushed towards the boy.

At this moment, the boy quickly squatted down, picked up the palm-width brick behind him, and at the moment the yellow dog flew into the air, he quickly threw it at the yellow dog's abdomen.

"Wang Woo!"

The yellow dog fell to the ground, and the boy picked up another broken brick, and smashed it on the yellow dog's hind legs with a blank expression, and immediately heard the bones make a crisp sound.

After confirming that the yellow dog was incapacitated, the boy walked away slowly, as if all this had no effect on him.

After watching all this calmly, Mo Yun thought that the boy's mind was deep. In such a deserted place, if a dog that was seriously injured was placed here, the dog would probably die of torture.

But soon, this idea was overturned.

An old man with a cane came slowly, and nodded the yellow dog's head with his shiny cane.After confirming that it was still alive, he dug out a few meat bags from the cloth bag he carried with him, threw them on the ground, and removed the bricks from his body, then hummed a strange song and tremblingly left.

Mo Yun couldn't help but think of the meat bun on the boy - didn't the boy know that there would be such an old man?

He flew after the boy.

Along the way, he followed the boy to many places. He received charity from passers-by, and also met stares; he was chased by vicious dogs, and he was also warmed.

The boy didn't talk much, just walked slowly, he didn't seem to have a destination, just walked blindly.

After following for a long time like a ghost behind the scenes, Mo Yun gradually learned about this world. For example, people in this world don't know how to practice. Their mounts are all made of iron sheets, and they have different names, such as cars, planes, high-speed rail...

Another example is the two transparent glazed pieces hanging above the eyes called glasses.

Accompanying the boy through spring, summer, autumn and winter, finally in one winter, the boy has a name.

It was fetched for him by another boy with glasses called "Ye Wuchen".

To be honest, Mo Yun was not surprised when he heard this name, he even took it for granted that this boy should be Ye Wuchen.

Ye Wuchen talked more and more in the orphanage, and among them was a girl named Ye Xiaoyu who knew him best.

Ye Xiaoyu is very clingy to Ye Wuchen, she always stays with him when she sleeps, saying she feels safe by his side.

Ye Wuchen expressed doubts about this statement, but he still couldn't persuade Ye Xiaoyu, so he could only let her do whatever she wanted.

The boy wearing glasses is called Ye Yu. I heard that he chose this name himself. The staff of the orphanage praised him as a talent, so he is very confident in his literary talent.

There is also a boy named Ye Xiaofan who often clings to Ye Wuchen, which makes Ye Wuchen physically and mentally exhausted.

The four children often ate, drank and played together, and they soon reached the age when they should go to school.

Ye Yu is one year older than the other three, but he just wants to go to school with Ye Xiaofan.

The four of them were assigned to the same school as they should be, and were extremely lucky to be assigned to the same class.

On the first day of school, Ye Xiaoyu looked at the sea of ​​people, grabbed Ye Wuchen's arm with some fear, and whispered: "Xiaochen, there are so many people, I'm a little scared."

Ye Wuchen is older than her and has experienced more than her, so of course he won't be stage fright at this time.He comforted: "Didn't you say that you have a sense of security by my side, then just grab me."

Ye Xiaoyu nodded and gripped even tighter.

In the orphanage, she has always been the type who is more detached, but now she suddenly becomes obedient, and Ye Yun, a staff member of the orphanage, pinched her face with a smile: "Xiaoyu is not afraid, let Wuchen protect you."

"I also want Xiaochen's protection!" Ye Xiaofan came over suddenly and raised his hand as a signal.

Ye Yu also walked over, Ye Wuchen stared at him vigilantly: "Why, you want to protect too?"

Ye Yu rolled his eyes at him, "I'm afraid you won't be able to protect me!"

As he spoke, he took Ye Xiaofan's hand and stepped into the crowd.

Ye Xiaofan hurriedly waved in front, telling them to follow quickly.

Ye Xiaoyu hid behind Ye Wuchen and entered the school, but she was a restless master, the fear passed, and then the excitement of stepping into elementary school, soon, she became one with the people around, and The people in the class are familiar with each other.

But Ye Wuchen was quieter, he carefully looked at the book that had just been handed out, and after reading it, he wrote all the exercises that followed.

He knew a lot of characters, which Ye Yun taught them in his spare time. Because of his good memory, he memorized those characters inadvertently, which is very useful now.

There was a teacher outside the door secretly recording all this, so in the first class, Ye Wuchen was called by the teacher to read the text aloud.

Ye Wuchen stood up after staying for a while, and according to the teacher's request, he opened the book, skipped the pinyin letters, and found the first text, just like a reading machine without the slightest emotion.

Of course, the teacher didn't expect him to show much emotion, and when he read the text verbatim, he praised Ye Wuchen with a smile.

In the next few classes, Ye Wuchen was targeted by all the teachers without accident. After perfectly coping with the teacher's attacks, Ye Wuchen's glorious record spread among the teachers.

"Ye Wuchen from the seventh class, I think he can skip a grade."