The character design should be adjusted according to the plot.
Ruan Qing's initial idea was that he was a "cave savage" who was once raised by a little Taoist boy. Later, when the Taoist boy died of old age, he got lost in the mountains and lived a wild life. This would explain why he couldn't find the Taoist temple.
So I thought the character should be dirty, sloppy, and far away from civilized society.
Unexpectedly, in order to avoid the rain, twenty-seven held her in his arms and "flyed" at high speed at full speed. As a result, he saw the eaves of the Taoist temple and found the lost savage temple. After understanding Zaojiao's life, coupled with Nian Qi's super hands-on ability, the two of them combined their character design from "Cave Savage" to "Extraordinary Expert".
Ruan Qing: "Just act like you are."
Ruan Qing's own acting skills are not good, but he still has the ability to write and direct.
After all, this is someone who once wrote a complete novel.
There is also vision.
Sure enough, Twenty-Seven's true colors are played, and his qualities that do not belong to this era are so convincing.
"So that's it." Uncle Seven murmured.
It was originally a dialect that Ruan Qing couldn't understand, but now he couldn't understand it at all.
Everyone was still looking around, and they were startled by him.
Seeing Uncle Qi's attitude of not being able to stop scolding him for a while, Twenty-Seven said, "I'll go check on the stove first."
Twenty-seven found a rusty iron nail, roughly nailed the broken plaque, tied it with a rattan, and hung it back above the door.
Everyone went over to persuade Uncle Qi, and they were muttering here.
He wanted to pull Uncle Qi up, but Uncle Qi pushed him away, crying and mumbling something.
He read all the words on the tombstone. Especially the small characters that were crowded into a pile at the end because they were not formatted properly due to repeated revisions.
What Uncle Qi and everyone saw today was a temple that came alive.
Ruan Xiangyun hurried over: "Dad! Dad, what are you doing?"
It can be said that there are all kinds of scoldings, and they are definitely all kinds of scoldings that urban people like Ruan Qing can't think of.
The mountain people are also very physically fit and won't feel very tired, but they definitely don't have the ease of lifting a heavy weight like Twenty-Seven.
The steps are very old, but because they are made of stone and no one walks on them, they are relatively well preserved.
There are green lawns on both sides of the stone brick road, with a tomb on the left and right. There are stone tablets, and large and small stones are pressed on the earth bags.
Naturally, it is built at a high place. Building in a low-lying area in the mountains is prone to water accumulation and flash floods.
Uncle Qi was in a state of disbelief all the way from the moment he met Twenty-Seven. When he saw Zaojiao's tombstone, he finally couldn't hold back any longer. With mixed feelings, he suddenly sat down on the ground, slapped his thighs and burst into tears.
Everyone climbed up the steps, followed Twenty-Seven, opened the door, and stepped in.
Uncle Seven hurriedly waved his hands: "Carry you on my back! Carry you on my back! I can walk!"
He went to the back.
Twenty-seven carried Ruan Qing on his back and walked ahead, striding as fast as the wind.
Directly ahead is the Sanqing Hall.
When Nianqi and Ruan Qing discovered the Savage Temple yesterday, it was just a dead temple.
Ruan Qing: "Huh?"
A sprain takes two to four days to heal on its own.
Twenty-seven understood clearly and translated to Ruan Qing in a low voice: "... Master, why didn't you wait for me... I've already walked to the bridge... Why are you cutting down the bridge... We will miss the relationship between master and apprentice in this life... In the next life We must not cut down bridges and cut off roads..."
In less than an hour, everyone looked up and saw the Taoist temple.
Uncle Qi walked straight over.
Ruan Qing winked at Twenty-Seven, who pointed to the one on the right: "That's my grandfather's tomb."
Savage View finally welcomed its long-lost guest.
The shabby robe worn on him gave him an elegant and elegant aura. Everyone couldn't help but be very polite when speaking to him.
The traces of repairs on the plaques on the doors and windows, as well as the mottled and peeling paint on the beams and columns, are in contrast to the spotlessly clean verandahs and steps.
He killed three chickens today and stewed them all. Before leaving, there was only a small fire in the stove and enough water in the pot.
Ruan Qing looked at Uncle Seventh: "Why don't we let him carry Grandpa Seventh?"
"Everyone, come with me." Twenty-seven said, "Chicken soup is simmering on the fire. Let's go quickly so as not to burn the pot dry."
It's time.
In the end, he carried Ruan Qing on his back because although Ruan Qing's ankle could walk, it still hurt if he walked too fast and too hard.
Twenty-seven explained: "Scold those who want to destroy Taoist temples."
After passing the ravine, we are not far from the Taoist temple. The heavy rope was also left behind, reducing the burden and walking a little faster than before.
As he spoke, he squatted down in front of Ruan Qing and stretched his hands back.
Everyone looked up at the Sanqing Hall in front of them. Only Uncle Qi looked at the two tombs and asked, "Which one is...?"
Passing around the brick-carved screen wall of Ziqi Donglai, what comes into view is the stone brick path mottled by time. Although it is old, it is kept clean and there is not a single weed in the cracks between the bricks.
"It's all curses after that." The corner of his mouth twitched, "The curses were very dirty."
Now I went back and took a look, I saw half the pot of soup was left, and the aroma was overflowing.
The mushrooms I picked today were washed and boiled before leaving. Now I pour them all into the pot. Firewood was added to the stove, and the bellows was repaired. After a few pulls, the fire started roaring.
Wait for the soup to boil.
Back in the front yard, Uncle Qi had just calmed down and was being helped to stand up by Secretary Ruan.
After dusting off the dirt on his body and drying his tears, he said to Twenty-Seven, "Young man, I'll make you laugh."
He said, "I hate it! I was so close to being your master."
They were different in age. Twenty-seven called Zaojiao grandpa. If uncle Qi had successfully entered the mountain to become a disciple, his seniority would have been between Zaojiao and twenty-seven.
Of course those teenage dreams fade away when I grow up. It becomes an occasional joke about ancient times.
Even when his son grew up, he didn't believe in those mysterious legends and only believed in science. Of course Uncle Qi also believed in science, so the memory of the deceased could only become a joke.
Until something unscientific happened in front of me and I realized that I had walked to the edge of the ravine and turned back, wondering what I had missed. I just felt so regretful that I wanted to beat myself to death.
Twenty-seven smiled slightly: "If fate has not come yet, there is no need to force it."
There was a kind of calmness in his eyebrows.
In this ancient temple deep in the mountains, you are far away from the world of mortals and transcend the world.
No one can doubt his identity as an "outsider."
He said, "Let's eat first."
He led everyone to the back.
The fire quickly brought the chicken soup to a boil. Twenty-seven finally threw all the wild vegetables picked today into the pot. Just boil it and eat it.
Ruan Xiangyun and the others expected to spend the night in the mountains and brought dry food. Flatbread and bacon, and green onions.
Steamed buns took up space, but they brought pancakes. Pancakes are more filling than steamed buns in the same volume.
Ruan Qing actually had no food. She has already finished the bread and chocolate sausages she brought and the flower rolls that the aunt in the village gave her.
I spent all my potato chips and melon seeds while basking in the sun and watching Twenty-Seven work.
The stove was cleaned, and everyone took out the cakes and bacon. The bacon can be eaten cold, and the flatbread can be heated on the stove.
While waiting for their meal, these people wandered around the temple.
It was okay. Twenty-seven even moved the collapsed building and cleared all the large garbage into the corner of the yard.
No flaws.
The soup is boiling again, and the wild vegetables can be eaten if they are slightly boiled.
Twenty-seven invites everyone to come for dinner.
The bowl is very big. Such large bowls are rarely seen in rural areas now. After all, we have already passed the days when roads reach villages, televisions are installed in homes, and every household has access to the Internet.
Uncle Qi was eating and drinking soup while reminiscing about the past.
Everyone enjoyed the meal.
Firewood, iron pot, free-range chicken, wild mushrooms, how could it not be delicious? They brought salt, so there was no need for other spices. The salt had the flavor and was fragrant enough.
Ruan Qing gnawed on the pancake roll with bacon and green onions, smelling the aroma and staring at the iron pot.
Twenty-seven filled a bowl and handed it to her, and she shook her head. Twenty-seven didn't force it and put it on the table.
Uncle Qi said, "Why don't you eat it?" Ruan Qing muttered, "I'm a little afraid of wild mushrooms..."
She was really scared, what if she was poisoned? If everyone is really poisoned, at least there needs to be a full-time person who can fight 120.
Although 120 cannot reach this mountain at all.
Uncle Qi used simple chopsticks made from tree branches to flip through the bowl and said with great certainty: "You can be sure! They are all edible and none of them are poisonous!"
Others echoed.
Even Ruan Xiangyun said: "We have all grown up eating mountain products, and we all know them. Only you city dwellers who don't know how to pick them blindly get poisoned."
He said, "That's right, Brother Twenty-Seven."
I asked for his name, and the man said his name was Twenty-Seven. Because the day my grandfather picked him up was twenty-seven, he named him twenty-seven.
It's very convincing, because the nicknames of children in the village often include their birth dates. For example, the fifth day of the lunar month, the sixteenth day of the lunar month, etc.
Ruan Qing originally told Twenty-Seven that no one used numbers as names like Zhu Yuanzhang, and that was because she was from the city. In fact, the name "Twenty-Seven" fits the local customs very well.
The mushrooms and wild vegetables picked by Twenty-Seven are all edible. At first glance, they look like people living in the mountains. Not a young lady from the city like Ruan Qing.
In comparison, everyone was more friendly to Nian Qi, who they had only known for two hours.
Ruan Xiangyun's "we" directly includes Twenty-Seven.
To be honest, although the pancakes are hot and the bacon is full of flavor, the bowl of chicken soup is really delicious.
Ruan Qing's eyes glanced over there.
How could Twenty-seven not understand? Ruan Qing refused to eat, partly because he was afraid of poisonous mushrooms, and partly because he disliked the pot.
He pushed the bowl towards Ruan Qing and said with his eyes: I have scrubbed it hard and boiled several pots of hot water.
Ruan Qing swallowed.
Everyone also said: "Try it, taste it. It's rare for you city people to eat it cooked with wood in an iron pot. This is a free-range chicken, not a broiler chicken from a farm. It's delicious."
Unable to resist the hospitality, Ruan Qing finally took the bowl, and it tasted so delicious!
Eating so hard!
After dinner, the sky became dark and the temperature began to drop.
Everyone sat around the kitchen and talked.
Mainly Ruan Xiangyun and Twenty-Seven talked, the others just listened, and Uncle Seven occasionally interrupted.
Ruan Xiangyun naturally wanted to ask about the Twenty-seven Savage Temple.
Twenty-seven took out Zaojiao's suicide note and showed it to him: "Grandpa wrote it a long time ago. He said he was afraid that he would become confused when he gets old."
Ruan Xiangyun read to everyone under the setting sun and firelight. As he read, tears started to flow down his face.
These older people have a deeper affection for that period of history than urban young people like Ruan Qing. They grew up under red education.
Everyone's eyes were moist.
"Dad!" Ruan Xiangyun also began to speak in dialect and choked with sobs, "Those legends are all true."
"I told you before," Uncle Qi said angrily, "You just don't believe it. Your great-grandfather has even entered a Taoist temple! How could I lie to you!"
As he spoke, he rubbed his knees and shed tears: "My master... it's not easy!"
Ruan Qing: "?"
who
Who is your master
We can't have random relationships.
(End of chapter)