Looking at my reflection in the puddle, I felt shocked. The looming black air was very scary. I hurriedly touched my face, but I didn't feel any discomfort. In order to see more clearly, I almost leaned forward to the puddle and watched carefully.
But it seems that the black air on his face can't be seen again.
I can't say at all what is going on now. After thinking about it, I can only explain it with hallucinations.
I sat back outside the entrance of the cave again, looking at the night. In the twenty-odd years of my life, this time may be the most confused time for me. I don't know what I should do, and I don't know what will happen tomorrow. Now I don't even have any thoughts in my heart, I just want to talk about it today after I'm over.
In some small towns, they used to see some people doing nothing every day, trying their best to eat their stomachs, and lie under the city walls to enjoy the sun when they were full. As for where the next meal would be, they didn't think about it. When I saw these people, I still felt that their lives were too sad. But I didn't expect that I would gradually become like this.
Tomorrow, what will happen, I don't know, let alone think about it.
All night, nothing happened. The group of people who were chasing the god fortune teller and Huayouzi didn't know if they had left or haven't found it here for the time being. When the sky was shining slightly, Little Poor woke up, rubbed his eyes, looked at me, and asked in a low voice, "Brother, are we still going home?"
"Our home is gone." I touched her little head and said, "Now go find another home."
"Yeah." Little Poor nodded. She is not very demanding. As long as there is food and a place to sleep, she will be satisfied.
Little poor picked up a little firewood outside the cave. After the fire was lit, the fortune teller took his own dry food and baked it on the fire. He hid in the water yesterday, and the dry food was soaked, and it still smelled of mud and sand after baking. After we were full, the fortune teller opened the way, we followed, Huayouzi looked very rare and pitiful, holding her, walking while talking to her.
The mountain road is rugged, but you can see it far away at a glance. God fortune tells the way, turning his head to talk to me from time to time, anyway, he still can’t help himself. Looking at his back, I feel that God fortune tells him that he is old. The hair on his temples is gray. People who are almost 60 years old are still wandering around, even without a home.
"You are old, and you have to run around, aren't you tired?" I persuaded from behind, "I'd better find a clean bowl and eat."
"Find a bowl of clean rice? What kind of rice? Go to the town to work for someone? Get one or two yuan of ocean wages a month? Let's get it down." The fortune teller sighed: "I'm idle, I'm used to running all my life. There used to be a sect to rely on, but now, even Tsing Yi Tower doesn’t need me..."
I didn't tell the fortune teller about my stay in Tsing Yi Tower. The fortune teller was from Sanyuetang. He was expelled from the Tsing Yi Tower because he had a face-off with Qiao Sanyue and Qiye last time with me. I regretted that the time I met with God fortune was late. If I met him earlier, I would talk to Fang Xiaohe or Shiyi Niang, and it would not be difficult to take him back to Tsing Yi Tower.
Maybe this is fate
Bar.
Before we knew it, we had already walked half of the mountain road, and we were about to leave the mountain. I was talking to God fortune teller, he talked very quickly and a lot, and finally waited until he said that he was tired, and my ears stopped for a while, when I heard Huayouzi chatting with Xiaolan. Little poor didn't understand anything, Huayouzi asked her what she said.
"Your parents are gone?"
"I haven't seen Dad since I was a child... Only my mother..." Little poor pity lowered her head and said, "My mother fell asleep and can't wake up again..."
"There is no father, only a mother?" Huayouzi smacked his lips and said, "What's the matter with this? Did your mother... just have you if you didn't get married with your father?"
"I don't know." Little poor certainly didn't understand these things as adults, and shook his head: "Mother said it once, she said... Dad doesn't want us anymore..."
"I don't want you anymore? That's it?" Huayouzi guessed: "Is your mother young? If it's the main house, where are you guys..."
"What are you talking nonsense!" As soon as I heard this, I turned around and walked over, taking Little Poor from Huayouzi: "She is such a young age, what nonsense are you talking to her!"
"Let's just talk about it, just chat." Huayouzi defended: "Anyway, she didn't understand what she said..."
"Why can't she understand! She doesn't have parents anymore! You are still talking about this here!"
I was a little angry in my heart, holding the little pitiful and leaving, Huayouzi was not convinced, muttered, muttered a few words, and annoyed me at once.
"What are you! It's endless, isn't it!" I put Poor down, turned around and grabbed Huayouzi's collar: "You are endlessly long-winded, I'm not welcome!"
"Look at you, how angry you are, I just said casually..." Huayouzi wanted to struggle, but his skill was not good. After being caught by me, he couldn't get out anyway.
The fortune teller hurried over to persuade. After persuading for a long time, Huayouzi didn't say anything before I let go. The fortune teller was afraid that we would argue again, so he let Huayouzi run to the front to find the way.
The atmosphere was immediately destroyed, no one spoke any more, and I didn't care about that much, and walked on my own with little pity. After I got out of the mountain, the fortune teller asked me to join them. I was very annoyed with Huayouzi in my heart, so I refused to go with them.
"Brother, how come your belly is so small." Huayouzi turned around and said, "I'm just such a person, and I don't have any bad intentions."
"Yes, Lao Hua, that's it. He is different from me. I am taciturn. He speaks a little bit more, but he is definitely not bad-hearted." The fortune teller also helped: "Don't take it to your heart. Now, this child has a pitiful background, and Lao Hua also feels sorry for her, just ask, don’t mention it, don’t mention it."
God fortune tells it badly, I reluctantly walked with them all the way. For such a long time, the fortune teller and Huayouzi are hiding in the east of the river beach. There are many places to live, and they have escaped from experience. We took the waterway, and we walked northward for about seventy or eighty miles. The fortune teller took us to a village in the mountains.
The small village is deserted and almost isolated from the outside world. Usually, no outsiders come here. It is self-sufficient and has a hard but peaceful life. US
After I settled down here, I started a life of recuperation, eating and drinking every day, and walking in the mountains in my free time. Poor little fell into the blessed nest, not only eating enough and wearing warm clothes, but also can go outside to play every day.
In this way, after about ten days, the little poor also raised a little fatter than before. She is actually very well-behaved, but she used to wander around, hungry and sleepless, with a yellow skin and widowed skin.
This kind of leisure time is actually a bit difficult for me, because I don't know what to do. Sometimes, I still want to pick up the flute and play it. That piece of music is really addictive, and I feel uncomfortable if I don't listen to it for a period of time. But I had already sensed something was wrong, so even though I had this idea in my heart, I managed to endure it.
"Brother, come and have a few words." The fortune teller sat next to me, turned his head and looked at me, but refused to say anything, just frowned.
"Say it straight if you have something to say, hiding it with me?"
"I don't know how to say it." The fortune teller thought for a while and said: "My brother, we have known each other for a long time. I still know you when I ask myself, but this time I see you, why are you different from the past? Not only... Not only is it a small belly, but also has a very strong temper. I dare not talk to you anymore."
I didn't say anything, but I started to feel nervous. It turned out that my own feeling was not an illusion, and the fortune teller saw that I was not right.
"I don't know what's going on." I sighed and said, "Anyway... I really can't tell."
"I think it's not quite right, my brother, what's the matter, you can talk about it, even if I can't help much, I can give you an idea, right?"
God fortune is a reliable person, at least I don't have to say to me, although I always buckle and buckle and try to get some oil from me, but after a serious event, he is still very good friends. I thought about it for a while. It was really not a problem if I was bored alone, so I thought about it and told him about the matter.
I didn't fully explain it, and passed the matter of the human road. I only talked about what happened after I arrived at Tsing Yi Tower, and the ins and outs of that flute song. After hearing this, the god operator's eyes widened.
"The main hall wants you to be the host, so why did you run away stupidly?" The clumsy clap slapped his thigh, his appearance was more distressing than his dead father: "Do you know how much business there is under the name of Tsing Yi Building? Owner, if you didn't do it, you ran away by yourself!"
"It didn't go well for me to stay there. Since it didn't go well, what else did I stay there for."
The fortune teller regretted for a while, and then returned to the original topic. He didn't know anything about the flute music, he touched his chin and thought for a while, and said: "Are you suspicious that there is something wrong with this song? Or are you suspicious that your confidante has a problem?"
"If I can make it clear, do I need to discuss it with you?"
"Your confidante, I can't do anything about it. When I was young, although I was a talent, now I am old." The fortune teller said: "As for that song, if you think something is wrong, I can find someone for you. Ask."
"Who are you looking for?"
"That's an old man living in seclusion, called the old man Wulu."
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