When he reached the edge of a low slope, he suddenly stopped. Because he heard the slight, trembling sound of breathing on the side of the low slope.
"Who's over there?" Lu Twenqi asked, turning to look over there.
Maybe it was because his eyeballs felt different from ordinary people, or maybe because he didn't look like a ferocious man. After a while, a thin figure cautiously poked his head out from behind the low slope.
It was a three or four-year-old child, with a gray face and a dirty face. The jacket on his body was stained with a lot of mud and ash, and it was scratched a little. It looked like it had been discarded.
"Where are your parents?" Lu Twenqi asked.
The boy's dark eyes stared at his eyes for a long time, then stared at the blood mole on his forehead for a while, and said softly: "No parents."
"Then why are you here?" Lu Twenqi asked again.
The boy shook his head after thinking about it.
…
Lu Nianqi patiently asked Xingzi for a long time, but found nothing, as if this child was born and raised, and suddenly appeared here. He has been picking up children from home all these years, and when he sees such a young age, he naturally can't ignore it. So he led the boy to the shoal and helped him wash the mud from his face.
He was about to say something when he saw the child washing his face raised his head and looked at him timidly.
This child's skin is actually very white, but it is only covered by mud and dirt, and it is only revealed after washing. Those eyebrows suddenly resembled another child many years ago. But what really made Lu Tianqi speechless was the red mole on the child's forehead.
Small, with the moisture of the river, it just fell on the palace of life, exactly the same as the one on Lu Twenqi's forehead.
Twenty-seven squatted in front of the child in a daze, looking at his forehead, he didn't know how to blink.
"Why are you... crying?" The child spoke with a strong childishness, and seemed a little slurred and timid, which made people feel sour and soft.
Lu Tianqi suddenly blinked, and big tears fell directly to the ground. He took a breath and said in a low voice, "No, I'm just... I'm a little overwhelmed with joy."
The child stared at him with dark eyes, and tried to reach out and wipe the corners of his eyes awkwardly with his fingers, but almost poked his eyes.
Twenty-seven didn't mind, he blinked several times hard, blinking the water vapor that kept rising, and asked in a gentle tone rarely seen in his life, "I'll take you home, okay?"
The child asked, "Are you going to be hungry?"
"No, not in this life."
The child solemnly "examined" him for a moment, as if wondering if Twenty-Seven's words were credible. But he was too young to figure out anything complicated. He only saw the package in Twenty-seven's hands and smelled the aroma of steamed buns.
So he nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Okay."
I miss someone, far away from home.
After twelve years of separation, the old people from far away have finally returned home.
The author has something to say: Note: I have something to think about, but I am far away from a village - Bai Juyi's "Night Rain, I have something to think about"
Chapter 102
In the world for decades, Guang Yin said that it was extremely slow. For example, when he was alone in a mountain temple, every flick of his finger felt like a lifetime, and he could never see the end. But it is very fast, and in a blink of an eye, there are white clouds and dogs, and the East China Sea is dusty.
The time in Daze Temple is always so fast and slow, so that after a long time, Tong Deng can't remember how many years he has been lighting the lamp here. He can only judge the time by the occasional disaster and pain. day-
The man was sick and soon recovered;
The man escaped a disaster;
That man's life is over;
The number of lifespans in life is always difficult to say, there are long and short, and the same lamp replaces the disaster and pain, not the number of lifespan. So that person did not live a long life, but even if he died, he would have no disaster and no pain, and quietly closed his eyes.
One emperor, one mayfly, one beggar, one novice…
The rise and fall is always replaced by jiāo, so that person has not lived long in each life since the emperor, but in just a hundred years, he has already entered reincarnation. After all, the novice in the last life only lived for more than 30 years. Although the pain at the time of death was all borne by the same lamp, it was still a pity that his life was short.
However, in this life, the disasters and illnesses that fell on that person seem to be much less, so that in sixteen years, Tongdeng has only taken care of him once with a larger illness, and the rest are only trivial matters, nothing to be concerned about.
Although it is a good thing that there are fewer disasters, on the other hand, there is also less involvement.
In the past sixteen years, Tong Deng has been staying in this Daze Temple for so long that he is about to enter into meditation. If it wasn't for Xuan Min and Xue Xian coming here from time to time, he would be Lian Xian.