Envy

In the middle of the night, he woke up with severe stomach pain, from unconsciousness to lucidity.He got up and went to the table to drink two sips of tea, and then went to look for the basket of loofah in the corner.

There are still a few steamed buns in the stove.He hastily disposed of the loofah, put it in a bowl, and sprinkled it with a pinch of salt.The pain finally disappeared slowly during chewing.

Surrounded by dead silence.

He dreads waking up at this moment.After all the feelings disappeared, only the boundless cold remained.He does not need a lamp, nor can he see light.

It is said that people who are congenitally blind will dream of things that are different from ordinary people at night.What has never been seen can only be imagined.They don't even know what they look like.

Yan Zhaohan almost forgot what it was like to be able to see, and also almost forgot what he looked like.But there are some people, he is afraid to forget.

He still hopes that he can still imagine them standing in front of him when he can't see them, and their voices can be very clear.

At dawn, he went out after washing up.It was a bit chilly in the morning.Crossing the alley and turning the corner, he heard the familiar sound of scooping water.

The mother-in-law said kindly: "It's really early today."

The mother-in-law's tea stall also sells food in the morning, but because it was too early, there were not many people in the tea stall, so he fell on the table and began to feel sleepy.

After working for a while, the mother-in-law put a bowl of hot noodles in front of him, handed him a pair of chopsticks, and asked, "Did you not eat again?"

He gave a soft "hmm", thanked him, and took the wooden chopsticks to eat the noodles.His demeanor carried the correctness and elegance cultivated by the aristocratic family all the year round.

The mother-in-law sat aside and talked to him.He talked about some trifles about the east and west squares.He has been listening quietly.

"There's a girl on West Street who lives with my mother. She's not pretty, she's a little fat, but she has a good heart. You have bad eyesight. How about finding a daughter-in-law to take care of you?"

He touched the gap of the porcelain bowl with his fingers, thought for a long time, and finally whispered: "Okay."

……

What happened later was unexpected.Master Liu died suddenly at home, and the Liu family suspected that Song Jingran's spells had killed him.

The young master of the Liu family grabbed Song Jingran by the hem of his clothes, swearing nasty words, and wanted to send him to the yamen.A bunch of people were making noise, just passing by the door of the tea stall.

The onlookers followed behind, with unconcealable excitement on their faces.When the guests at the tea stall heard about this, they couldn't stop pointing at Song Jingran.

There was a sour scholar in the tea stand, who always dismissed the matter of cultivation and asking. He pointed at Song Jingran and scolded: "Ah, it's really a decline in the world, and the people's hearts are not old. The danger of the people's hearts can be seen from this."

Song Jingran's face was flushed, and under the scorching sun, his head was covered with sweat.He shouted in a hoarse voice: "You have the guts to let me go to your house to see what's going on, I always have to see Master Liu's body first! Don't slander me, we cultivators can't stand slander! "

Yan Zhaohan sat near the door and listened quietly.A guest gave a "bah" and said: "This is a gentle scum in the cultivation world. I was mistaken before, and I thought this kid was a bit honest." The people around him also said yes.

Then Song Jingran was pushed and shoved to the Yamen.People in the town also followed to watch the excitement, and soon even the tea stalls were empty.

In the afternoon, some officials came to the tea stand under the scorching sun and sweating. They first ordered a pot of herbal tea, drank several cups, and then said they wanted to take Yan Zhaohan away.

The mother-in-law was frightened, she didn't expect Yan Zhaohan to get involved in this matter.She asked the official what he did wrong.

The officer comforted and said: "It has nothing to do with him. It's just that little Taoist priest who said that you taught him the way to get rid of spirits, so the adults want us to take you there. He is obviously talking nonsense. How can a thin and blind man teach him how to harm others. Don't worry, our adults know it well."

Yan Zhaohan followed the official without saying a word.The mother-in-law felt that the sun was hot, so she stuffed an umbrella into his hand and asked him to take it away.

The common people at the gate of the yamen had already dispersed. They came to watch the excitement during the meal time. After watching for a long time, they could not see any results. Those who were hot and hungry all dispersed.

They felt the shade as soon as they entered the lobby of the yamen, Yan Zhaohan was led by an official, and knelt beside Song Jingran.

Song Jingran was standing, refusing to kneel, and had been deadlocked with the adults for a long time.

The county master's face was livid, and he said to Yan Zhaohan, "But you taught Song Jingran how to get rid of spirits?"

Yan Zhaohan answered "yes" truthfully, and then added: "I just used a mirror to refract light to disperse the ghosts. This is a very common way to get rid of ghosts. I heard a Taoist talk about it. Master Liu said this method Harmful, it is nonsense."

The slanted Young Master Liu's eyes widened, he clasped his fists at the county magistrate and said, "My lord, these two people are clearly in the same group, I ask you to arrest them all."

Yan Zhaohan asked: "Dare to ask my lord, has Wu Zuo had an autopsy?"

Song Jingran told him bluntly: "No, they have been going around with me all the time, but they just refused to do an autopsy. I think there is a fraud in it, otherwise why would they be so fussy."

The county master couldn't hold back his face, so he slapped the table with a gavel: "Silence! Let the foreman come up for an autopsy."

As soon as Wu Zuo came up, both the county master and Young Master Liu gave several winks, but the newcomer's character was too straightforward, and he didn't understand. After the autopsy, he said bluntly: "My lord, Master Liu died of poisoning."

Young Master Liu tapped his forehead with his folding fan angrily, and secretly cursed this guy for being a pig's brain.Everyone knew it all at once, it was clear that Young Master Liu wanted to kill his own father and monopolize the family wealth, so he staged such a scene.

The county master's face became colorful.Once the play was exposed, they couldn't get off the stage.

The yamen had no choice but to let them out.

At the door, Song Jingran sincerely apologized to him: "I'm sorry, I'm the one who dragged you down."

Yan Zhaohan was about to speak when Young Master Liu rushed out from the yamen and stopped them loudly.

Young Master Liu had already stuffed a sum of money into the county magistrate, but now he chased after him with a shy face, and wanted to stuff Song Jingran and Yan Zhaohan with money so that they would keep their mouths shut about this matter.

Song Jingran didn't appreciate it at all, and pulled Yan Zhaohan away.

Since it is a family matter, it is difficult for them to intervene.It can only be said that Mr. Liu gave birth to a good son who is wolf-hearted and can't tell right from wrong.

On the way back to the tea stand with Yan Zhaohan, Song Jingran said dejectedly, "I just want to save someone. I didn't know it would be so difficult, and I didn't know that I would be involved in such a mess."

Yan Zhaohan's consolation didn't look like consolation: "You have to get used to it as soon as possible."

The next day, the yamen posted a notice saying that Mr. Liu died suddenly and had nothing to do with Song Jingran.The spectators were very disappointed, but they returned to their previous hospitality to Song Jingran, calling each one "Song Daochang" very affectionately.The compliments were as usual.

……

Such people are rarely seen on the pier.He was tall and handsome, dressed in white and holding a long sword.The man came down from the bow, facing the scorching afternoon light, but his demeanor was not disturbed at all.It also brought some refreshing wind when I came.

The young man asked, "Brother, is there a family named Yan in this town?"

He wiped his sweat, thought for a while, and replied: "I haven't heard of it. Maybe there is. You can go to the town and ask, and the older generation will know better."

"Thank you."

After the young man finished speaking, he walked into the depths of the small town stepping on the golden sunlight covering the ground.

The worker was carrying a heavy load, and seeing that person's graceful and unrestrained back, he felt a little envious in his heart.