Biography of Mr. Chunxiao

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Xu Jing was also in poor health after birth, with congenital deficiencies, exaggerated to say that he took medicine before breastfeeding, but he had a good chance.

In the hundred days, in order to add blessings and longevity to him, his parents specially set up a three-day running water mat. In the county town, no matter men, women, young or old, rich or poor, they could eat it. It just so happened that his master was very poor and was about to starve to death. The rice noodles are full of oil and water, and the meat and vegetables are suitable for the water table, which brought him back to life.I went to Xu Jing's house full of gratitude to thank him. Seeing that Xu's parents and Xu's mother had a middle-aged son but they were always frowning, they asked carefully to find out his condition, and bluntly said that it can be cured.

Xu's father and Xu's mother looked at this young man with bright eyes and an extraordinary bearing. Although he was downcast, he was not sad at all. Thinking that his background must be unusual, they felt relieved to let him stay at home and treat Xu Jing.Sure enough, within a year Xu Jing's body was the same as that of an ordinary child. Xu's father and mother were more convinced and treated him with courtesy, thinking that if Xu Jing was a girl, they would be willing to be his child bride.

But Xu Jing is not a girl, and his master also stayed in this small county for a while.Another year, more than a hundred disciples and elders from his master's sect came to this small county in mighty form to pick his master back to the sect.His master was originally unwilling, but he couldn't bear the bearded elder and his disciples and grandchildren, so he brought little Xu Jing, who had been entrusted by Xu's father and mother to pretend to be a fool, back to the sect, and became the master. Door.

In the first year, Xu Jing would be sent home to share the family happiness with his parents, but since Xu's father and Xu's mother passed away at the age of ten, Xu Jing never went home again. He is not home.

The reason why he returned to his hometown now was because his master thought he was too stupid and unsophisticated, so he ordered him to go down the mountain to practice for three years. He had nowhere to go for a while, so he returned to this small county town where he still had some memories. A little catcher.Originally, the county magistrate said that Chinese New Year was coming soon, and he was a "newcomer" so he didn't have to be on the errand immediately. He felt that since he accepted the job, he had to take on the responsibility immediately, so he put on his official uniform and patrolled the streets the next day. , After returning home at night, I used the lights to tidy up the home that had not been lived in for many years.As a result, the county magistrate felt that he was an honest and honest person, and gave him another job that other police officers envied—collecting erotic pictures.

As a result, Xu Jing collected a bunch of paintings of fat dolls holding carp one day, which caused many vendors to be dissatisfied with him. The kind-hearted county magistrate took the time to ask carefully and found out that the 20-year-old strong man had the same mind as his baby face The same white and flawless, he doesn't know what a erotic picture is.

The county magistrate hesitated and struggled all day, and finally when Xu Jing finished his street tour and was about to go home at night, he called to Xu Jing, who was still in a daze, and dragged him to the small warehouse where the county government kept documents. I personally lit an oil lamp for him, gave him some pictures wrapped in oil paper, walked out of the warehouse, and ordered him to look at a stick of incense before leaving.

The county magistrate who left the warehouse turned around the corner and squatted down, feeling that he had committed the crime of the boss. He knew that this young man Xu Jing had a simple mind. His seven-year-old son probably had more thoughts than him. Imagine giving him a seven-year-old son. The younger son looks at that kind of picture, no, tonight he has to kneel in the ancestral hall and recite the "Tao Te Ching".

After listening to the county magistrate's inexplicable order, Xu Jing's confused face continued to be confused, and after a while of incense, his confused face turned into panic. What's all this? ? ! !But when he saw the three words marked next to it, he understood and then didn't understand.I understand what painting the county magistrate asked him to confiscate, I understand the county magistrate's good intentions, and I don't understand why the county magistrate chose him to do this job, they are obviously willing to arrest the head.With such doubts, Xu Jing returned to his home that had already been tidied up. Maybe tomorrow he could spare some time and buy some colorful 'spring pictures' to decorate his impersonal home. Those fat dolls are quite cute.

After washing, Xu Jing lying on the bed suddenly remembered the thing that puzzled him at first, why was the scholar so close to him when he was on his back, and so cold to him when he was not on his back?Does he like being carried?Next time we meet, I will carry him on my back. He is so thin and loves to wrestle. What if he accidentally breaks his leg?Will you cry?Don't cry, what should I do if my beautiful eyes are hurt by crying?Do you frown when you cry?His brows and eyes were pale, it would be a pity to cry.When you cry, will your face be as pink as it is today?It's so cute, no, men don't like being called cute, I don't like it.Did I help him today?Will he miss me now?

Just thinking about what Zhang Chunsheng would look like when he was crying, Xu Jing slowly fell into a deep sleep. Whether he had a dream or not, he didn't remember. He only knew that he had to wash his pants the next day.

Lying on the bed, Zhang Chunsheng thought about how many ginseng, quilts, and cotton jackets he could buy with ten taels of silver, and then thought about Xu Jing. In his unscrupulous mind, Xu Jing was no longer a small policeman, but a A Taoist priest who wants to comprehend the Dao, but the Dao is difficult to penetrate, and there are many monsters and monsters around him disturbing his mind. Li Qingxin.

The next day, Zhang Chunsheng couldn't help but draw "The Widowed Way" with Xu Jing as the original character, but in the end his conscience made him add a few strokes to the Taoist priest's face. Taoist priests only have one or two points of likeness. Naturally, he dared not draw the faces of those goblins himself. Instead, he painted them as modern actresses who would be "harmonious" in many films. Although they are the same, but I still have a normal affection for her.

Although "The Widow" is several pages shorter than the previous volume "Plum Girl", it took five times as long to paint "Plum Girl", and each stroke is more delicate and vivid than the previous one, because it contains his own inner thoughts.He wants to be that simple and beautiful goblin, who can tell the Taoist priest what he thinks directly without any scruples, and asks the Taoist priest to look at him for everything, and finally helps the Taoist priest to comprehend the Dao in the lingering, and disappears in the mountains In the breeze, it will always remain in the deepest memory of the Taoist priest.

After painting "The Widow", Zhang Chunsheng secretly vetoed it again. The way the fairy expresses his feelings in the painting, if he is really that simple and beautiful fairy, he will tempt the Taoist priest to stop practicing and forget his own heart. I only played with him in the mountains for the rest of my life, but is he willing to let Taoist priests stop being Taoist priests?The reason why the goblin likes the Taoist is not only because of his appearance of sticking to his heart?

'There is no if in this world'.Zhang Chunsheng, who had finished loading the album, looked up at the beams of the study, thinking so.Seeing that it was not too late outside, I wanted to go to the county town to sell paintings again, but Aunt Fu stopped me before I left the gate.

"Boss, where are you going now?"

"Go to the county seat and sell this painting." Zhang Chunsheng tried his best to lift the wooden box in his hand.

"It's Lunar New Year's Eve today, and the stores in the county are probably closed two or three days earlier. Where is there a bookstore that is still open?"

"Yeah, today is Chinese New Year's Eve, where is the bookstore open? I forgot." Zhang Chunsheng walked back to the study resentfully, and put the wooden box out of An'er's reach, feeling a little disappointed in his heart. What are you disappointed about?Maybe I can meet that little catcher in the county now?Oh, where is such a coincidence?

Xu Jing, who insisted on patrolling the streets for several days in a row, looked at the gradually fewer people, and felt a little lucky in his heart. What if he ran into that sick scholar again?Xu Jing did not meet Zhang Chunsheng who had not been to the county seat, and Zhang Chunsheng who had not been to the county seat did not meet Xu Jing either.That night, the lights of the Wanjia were bright and joyous. Looking at Uncle Fu, who was recovering day by day, An Er's puffed up face, and a table of delicacies cooked by Aunt Fu, Zhang Chunsheng always felt unsatisfactory.And Xu Jing, who celebrated the New Year with the county magistrate's family, felt lonely for the first time.

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