After transmigrating into Mozun Master, I betrayed [Transmigration Book]

"The old man is two years older than Er Mao, so he grew up with him." Zhang Boyun said intermittently, adding a few words while recalling, "Er Mao's mother was in poor health, and died in childbirth when she gave birth to him. Absolutely, after being reminded by the midwife doctor, it was discovered that the boy who caused his wife to lose his life had only one right hand."

"Is it congenital deformity?" Ji Ya was a little surprised. Miss Yu didn't mention this when she was inquiring about the puppet master's assistant in Xiangyu City. It must be because she had a Yanjia arm.

"The people in the village advocate completeness and nature, and even his father thinks that Ermao is such a cripple that it is unknown, and that Ermao killed his mother." Zhang Boyun sighed, "His father has become depressed since then, and buried his dead wife in his backyard. , built a shack, drowsy and drowsy in front of the dead wife's tomb every day, relatives and friends gradually cut off contact with him, relying on the help of the villagers, and only went down the mountain to do odd jobs when he couldn't get rid of the pot. He never seriously disciplined Ermao, but Ermao learned from his neighbors early on Washing and cooking, and delivering three meals a day to the grave under the disgusting eyes of my father."

"How did you know such details?" Lin Cangming questioned.

"Because I am Ermao's neighbor." Zhang Boyun supported his forehead with one hand, and closed his eyes in pain.

……

The autumn harvest in Guangyu Village has just started. During the day, there are not many adults in the village, only children running around in groups in groups.

Zhang Boxun's father is somewhat educated, although it is inevitable that he will have to farm in the end, but at least the name of the child is better than that of the dog next to him, Zhang Qiangzhu. These three children who dig the soil and hunt birds every day have recently added another fun , that is, hiding with Zhang Boxun in the attic of his house, sneaking his head out of the skylight to peek at Ermao next door.

"Hahaha look at him, and he was scolded by his alcoholic father again." Dazhu pointed at the dilapidated yard of Ermao's house and laughed, "My mother gave Ermao a bottle of medicinal wine when she met Ermao last time. Mao was beaten to death by his father, and his father couldn't pay for the coffin, so he asked the villagers to contribute."

"Keep your voice down, don't be found out." Zhang Boyun covered Da Zhu's mouth and dragged him back, lowered his voice and frowned, Er Mao stood dejectedly in front of the tomb, his forehead turned red from being hit by an iron basin, "It's not really dead Well, it's unlucky that my house is so close to him."

"If you want me to say, I should drive them away. I feel disgusted when I look at Ermao." Gouzi waved his right hand exaggeratedly, "His posture for washing dishes is so stupid."

The four children used Zhang Ermao as a joke, talking happily, when a bamboo dragonfly flew in through the window, Zhang Boyun caught it with precision, but the dragonfly's wings suddenly fell off, and a bamboo dragonfly burst out from the bamboo tube. A stench strong enough to overwhelm a person.

The dog Zhang Qiang and the others yelled and ran away and rushed out the door, while Zhang Boyun crawled out of the skylight holding his breath, shouting in a low voice: "Which bastard dares to play tricks on me! Watch the young master go down and stuff you into the cesspit!"

He looked around angrily, and found a man sitting on the roof of Zhang Ermao's house next door at some time, wearing a nice white dress, smiling and waving at him.

"Little brother has such a big temper." The man said gently, and the voice was heard clearly in Zhang Boyun's ears, "I heard from other children that you splashed sewage on him last time, and you just paid him back once, and the bamboo dragonfly will send you off played."

"Who wants to play with that motherfucker thing, bah!" Zhang Boyun said angrily, seeing that the other party was an adult, he crawled back angrily, ran downstairs with a fan and found a few partners who were still retching in the yard, and plotted in a low voice, " Ermao dares to find someone to take revenge on us, and when he goes to the river to wash his clothes, we will throw all his clothes into the river!"

The man on the roof shook his head, and didn't pay much attention to the spoiled children. He jumped down to the yard, squatted down and said to the nervous Ermao: "My name is Yi, let's be a carpenter, and talk to your father. It’s good to rent the warehouse in your house, you can call me Mr. Yi or Big Brother.”

Zhang Ermao's eyes widened in doubt, and he lowered his head to avoid the man's hand. He didn't quite understand those complicated words, so he just murmured, "I'm... dirty, don't touch it."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, I just finished climbing the roof, and my hands are not clean." Yi Guxing rubbed Zhang Ermao's head without hesitation, his hair was like shaggy grass, his bones were thin, and his clothes were knotted, "How old are you? I paid your father a lot of rent, which should be enough for you to go to the boarding school."

"I'm ten years old." Zhang Ermao stared at Yi Guxing's soft and fair fingers without a speck of dust. For some reason, his whole body trembled and his head lowered. sick."

Yi Guxing was slightly surprised: "I thought you were only six or seven years old."

"I'm sorry..." Zhang Ermao covered his mouth and sobbed, only knowing to apologize indiscriminately.

"Don't cry, I don't have experience in coaxing children, if you cry again, I'll cry too." Yi Guxing scratched his hair in distress, "Well, it's not good enough to make the landlord hungry. I will be in charge of buying vegetables and cooking from now on... ...ah, I can't cook."

Zhang Ermao wiped his tears in a daze and looked at him through the cracks in his hair. Yi Guxing was different from anyone else in the village. He couldn't find stitches in his clothes, and his hair didn't get knotted or split when he combed it to his waist. He was as good-looking as the legendary Immortal.

"I, I'm going to fetch water, I'm sorry!" Zhang Ermao didn't understand why he was so flustered. It was harder to open his eyes when looking directly at Yi Guxing than looking directly at the sun. He hurried back to the house and moved the bucket with difficulty. by the well.

Yi Guxing didn't quite understand Zhang Ermao's character, so he used a cleansing formula to clean up the warehouse, emptying out the contents of the three Qiankun bags, and quickly piled up the house so that it was almost impossible to get a foot in.

It took him two days to clear the space and set up the table, and found that Zhang Ermao was so filial, even if his father lost his temper at any time and knocked over the dishes, he would go back and serve them without complaint, and would even give him his share. to the door.

Yi Guxing didn't know whether he should explain that he didn't need to eat. After finishing the work room on the third day, he wanted to have a word with Zhang Ermao. Zhang Ermao still ran away with his head down, carrying a basket as if he was going to do the laundry. clothing.

At dusk, Yi Guxing finished carving the head of his new Yanjia work, but he always felt lack of vitality. This is also the reason why he came to this ordinary mountain village - he needs to observe real and ordinary people who are alive.

Yanshu has been studied to a certain level, but Yi Guxing is becoming more and more incomprehensible to people.

There was a sound of heavy and heavy footsteps in the yard outside the window. Yi Guxing took a breath and put his head down to go out. Then he was surprised to see Zhang Ermao came back empty-handed, completely soaked, his left sleeve was stained with water, and his right arm was scratched bruises.

"What's the matter, did you fall into the river?" Yi Guxing asked with concern, frowning.

Zhang Ermao gritted his teeth and shivered. Seeing this, Yi Guxing took off his snow-white coat and put it on him. For some reason, Zhang Ermao felt a warmth coming from his body, and the cold river water was completely dried.

He cautiously raised his gaze, still cowering in front of Yi Guxing: "They... pushed me down, and if I couldn't pick up the clothes, my father would scold me..."

Yi Guxing turned his head and looked at the small building to the east. A few shadows flashed on the skylight, which were Zhang Boyun and Gouzi Dazhu. His voice became colder: "This joke is too much, I need a lesson."

"It's all my fault, blame me for being different from them!" Zhang Ermao wanted to wrap his warm coat tightly, but he didn't dare to stretch out his hand, fearing it would get dirty. With a mixture of intense grievances and self-blame, he suddenly burst into tears , "If I were normal like them, if I had a left hand, Dad wouldn't hate me, and they would be willing to play with me!"

Zhang Ermao slowly squatted down and buried his head on his lap. Zhang Boyun and his friends spared no effort to make fun of him. They stood by the river watching him desperately trying to catch the clothes that were flying away from the rapids. Ermao! One hand, ugly and stinky, father does not hurt, mother does not keep! Hahaha, let you go down and wash it!"

This voice echoed repeatedly in his mind, making him extremely disgusted and hated himself extremely.

"Do you really want to have a left arm?" Yi Guxing was silent for a while, then stroked Zhang Ermao's hair back, and asked him to raise his head. If this face was not so skinny, he would probably be a lovely quiet boy .

"I want to become a normal person. I don't want to be an ugly and scary cripple. I want to play with my friends." Zhang Ermao rubbed his red and swollen eyes, "I, I will clean your clothes next time..."

"Come with me." Yi Guxing helped Zhang Ermao up. He struggled to recall his childhood, but unfortunately, he didn't have any peers to refer to, and he didn't know the good and evil of ordinary people, so he couldn't judge whether Zhang Ermao's thoughts were right or not. If it is wrong, I promised according to my usual solution, "If you feel that you are 'abnormal', then I can cure you, and I will satisfy your wishes. If you get the life you want by then, come with me again. Let me share my thoughts."

Zhang Ermao couldn't believe it, and he hid a hint of surprise. He was led by Yi Guxing with his right hand into the warehouse, and saw all kinds of tools hanging on the wall, and a huge copper pot in the corner with a transparent glass movable window, filled Blood-like red liquid, as well as a knife and saw group with a ferocious animal head and a bunch of fine mechanisms. There is a pale human head on the table.

Before Zhang Ermao could scream, Yi Guxing smashed the head with his palm, dropping parts and crystals on the table, and smiled embarrassedly: "Sorry, I scared you, I am a carpenter, and I assemble a head It's normal too."

"...It's amazing." Zhang Ermao sighed dumbfounded, and reached out to touch a set of golden gears that were still spinning on the table.

"Wait, let me find out where it is." Yi Guxing dragged out a box from under the bed, which was full of arms and legs, and he dug out a suitcase suitable for children. The skin hadn't melted yet, and the surface was uneven silver. , "Try this one first, my work three years ago, in order to make it affordable for young children, so the weight is not high, the complicated deformation function has been removed, but a call for help has been added..."

He was recommending his Yanjia arm in a logical manner, but found that Zhang Ermao was concentrating on fiddling with the parts on the table, splicing the gears and pipes together bit by bit.

He didn't teach him the sequence and skills, but Zhang Ermao replaced the throat and jaw of Yanjia's head with only one hand, and a funny and weird voice came from the onomatopoeia box.

"I'm a human, I'm a human... I'm a human..."

Zhang Ermao stared at Yanjia's swaying jaw, unusually he didn't feel scared, but he felt unfathomable kindness and touch, just like only the cold organs would not hate him.

"I'm sorry! I shouldn't have touched your things. I just haven't seen them before. I'm so curious!" Zhang Ermao came back to his senses and found Yi Guxing was looking at him with fiery eyes. flushed.

"Are you...willing to be my disciple?" Yi Guxing said abruptly, seeing that Zhang Ermao was puzzled, he slapped his forehead again, "Not too good, I don't know how to take disciples either."

"Aren't you angry?" Zhang Ermao confirmed in a low voice.

Yi Guxing laughed and looked very happy: "Do you know what you just did? You are the most gifted child I have ever seen. I think you have a strange skeleton. You learn carpentry from me... Cough, do Yan How is the magician?"

"What is a Yanshu master?" Zhang Ermao asked perplexedly. Although he didn't understand it well, he could feel Yi Guxing's appreciation for him—Yi Guxing liked him playing with these things.

"Try this arm first, maybe you can understand a thing or two." Yi Guxing hurriedly took Yanjia's arm for comparison, and asked Zhang Ermao to take off his shirt. The child's thin ribs were clearly visible, and he was ashamed to let himself be naked. Seeing people with Liu Liu's shoulders, she was so ashamed that she was on the verge of burning.

When the top of Yanjia's arm touched his shoulder, a few reed probes popped out with a click, and they were firmly attached to the shoulder like fingers and claws to fix himself. What's more, it's as erratic and free as wings growing out of thin air.

"Try it, it's the same as moving your right hand, it doesn't need to be deliberate, it's natural." Yi Guxing encouraged in a gentle voice.

Zhang Ermao looked at Yi Guxing's raised left hand. He had almost never heard such a gentle tone, and there was an impulse in his heart to hug Yi Guxing. At the same time, his Yanjia left arm and right hand Stretched out together.

He burst into tears silently, and hugged Yi Guxing with both hands.

……

"There is a small window in the barn of Ermao's house. The old man squatted on the wall and saw the skill of the haganagi for the first time." Zhang Boyun said in a trance, "At that time, the old man just thought it was incredible. Immortals are also jealous that Ermao knows such an out-of-this-world person, calling him unworthy."

Lin Cangming took out the portrait of the puppet master and showed it to Zhang Boyun, Zhang Boyun nodded: "That haghand master is this person."

Ji Ya sat on the edge of the bed and pushed the prisoner in, shook his legs and said, "I don't sympathize with you at all now. If I were Zhang Ermao, I would have to throw you a few buckets of swill, and then send you to the whole village. Press the cesspit once."

Lin Cangming glanced at him in disgust after hearing this tasteful declaration, and echoed in a cold voice: "My work is simple, if someone dares to laugh at me for having only one hand, I will let him have one hand, and then cut off his hand." tongue, teach him what evil comes from his mouth."

Ji Ya raised the Wan Yu gun in front of him with admiration on his face: "Brother, you have enough energy to draw the gun."

Zhang Boyun was ashamed and looked at his broken arm: "You are right, the old man committed evil things in his youth and ignorance, and he should be punished. If I had the consciousness I have today, how could I have driven him to extremes?"

……

When Zhang Ermao woke up, he was lying on a soft bed. He opened his eyes and was stunned for a while. From the knives, axes, and pliers on the wall, he saw some unknown and beautiful props. Yi Guxing was sitting at the table, holding a finger , with a clear spar carving knife to carve a realistic texture.

"Are you awake? How do you feel?" Yi Guxing raised his brows slightly, took his index finger and the rest of them into the furnace behind the curtain, and drew out the refining array to cover the furnace.

"I, how could I be lying here." Zhang Ermao rubbed his head, and suddenly looked at his left shoulder, where it was still empty, as if the warmth he felt when he hugged Yi Guxing before and the stiffness he was not used to were all the same. Huang Liang has a dream.

"My estimate was a little off." Yi Guxing threw the jade slips on the table to record the time, and the swirling light of the formation map illuminated the dark three-legged furnace more mysteriously. Or match people who have had their arms amputated due to illness, they used to have arms, so it only takes simple training to control Yanjia and it will return to normal."

Zhang Ermao's eyes suddenly dimmed, and he fell into the abyss of disappointment again, and said in a hoarse voice: "Isn't it possible, you can't do it either."

"Ha, I dare to call myself a puppet master. Yanshu is of course perfect and superb." Yi Guxing couldn't tolerate others doubting his craftsmanship, and his expression gradually became solemn, with a little challenge excitement, "My Yanjia is the most perfect, I want it An arm tailored for you will never be worse than others."

"That's great!" Zhang Ermao was overjoyed, jumped out of bed, and asked tremblingly, "Then how will I repay you? When I have a hand, I will work hard to make money. I will help you with whatever you want." arrive!"

"Silly boy, I don't need anything." Yi Guxing couldn't bear Zhang Ermao's shining eyes. This was the first time he saw a child so full of hope and vitality, so he raised his hand and rubbed his head twice, "I don't have anything. You have taken apprentices, you can be my assistant, learn Yanshu while working for me, I will give you a standard monthly salary, you don’t need to save money, exercise your body and nourish your spirit, lest you can’t bear to manipulate Yanjia energy consumption."

Zhang Ermao was immersed in a dreamlike sense of illusion, kept bowing to thank him, and quickly started sweeping and mopping the floor for Yi Guxing.

Zhang Boyun didn't see Zhang Ermao come out for a month. Several children crowded in the attic. He was surprised to see that Zhang Ermao didn't even cry when his father scolded him. Apart from working, he got into the tenant's warehouse every day. He didn't know what he was doing. What, but the tenants would go down the mountain every now and then, and they didn't see anything to mention.

"Hey, who of you dares to follow me to his house to scare that old magic stick." Zhang Boyun asked Gouzi and them reluctantly.

Gouzi sniffled and said with a chuckle: "My dad said that the rich people in the city are perverts, and they like freaks like Ermao, perverts, how fun."

He had just learned a new word, and Zhang Boyun got tired of repeating it repeatedly, so he slapped him on the head and said, "Go to the old magic stick and see if you dare."

Zhu Zi and Zhang Qiang rubbed their hands skillfully, ready to pick up rocks and take slingshots.

Yi Guxing sat on a wooden kite and flew back to Guangyu Village. After all, Zhang Ermao was still young and his footsteps were slow. It would take midnight to get back once he went down the mountain. He simply took over the task of buying vegetables and selling wine. If Zhang Ermao insisted, he would Even delivering meals to the landlord's father has to be arranged.

After all, he could hardly remember his own age. Seeing that Zhang Ermao's father was just a young man who couldn't get over his feelings, he might as well give Zhang Ermao time to study hagana.

He bought the ribs and came back, put away the wooden kite and dropped it lightly like a feather, his eyes flashed in the air, and he suddenly saw Zhang Ermao lying on the door of the warehouse, with one hand still holding on to Zhang Boyun's leg, preventing him from entering the house .

"Let go! I want to see what you and that old magic stick are up to today." Zhang Boyun stomped Zhang Ermao, and shouted at Gouzi Dazhu, "Pull him away, there must be something good in this room .”

The two dragged Zhang Ermao's legs and dragged him out. Zhang Qiang took the opportunity to sneak into the room. Before he could see what was densely packed on the wall, a light golden halo suddenly fell into the room. He felt blown head-on by the strong wind , stumbled and fell out, and sat down on the ground.

Zhang Qiang burst into tears in fright: "There are sorcerers!"

Gouzi Dazhu also let go of Zhang Ermao, looking at Yi Guxing who was walking slowly with his hands behind his back, his throat tightened, he shrank his neck like a quail and hid behind Zhang Boyun, pulled Zhang Qiang and turned around and ran away.

"Mr. Yi!" Zhang Ermao got up with a sigh of relief, with a swollen head, but he didn't care at all, "I didn't let them in to destroy your things, don't be angry."

"I'm not angry with you." Yi Guxing stretched out his hand helplessly, brushing his fingertips over his forehead, and the redness disappeared instantly.

Zhang Ermao stared at Yi Guxing's hand, and the feeling of being saved by the sun came to mind again.

Zhang Boxun didn't leave, he swallowed, feeling puzzled by Yi Guxing's actions, subconsciously asked: "Old god stick, what kind of trick did you use, how did you cure him?"

"Haven't you seen a cultivator?" Yi Guxing slowly raised his robe sleeves towards him. It was a delicate embroidery pattern that children in the village had never seen before, and a distant woody fragrance came.

Zhang Boyun couldn't control his fear of the unknown, but it was more of a longing. He just stood still and did not retreat, letting Yi Guxing's hand fall on his head.

"Cultivator...are you an immortal?" Zhang Boyun murmured.

Zhang Ermao suddenly grabbed Yi Guxing, pursed his lips in displeasure, and whispered, "Mr. Yi, don't touch him."

Yi Guxing smiled indulgently, and withdrew his hand: "You can treat me as a fairy, and I will give you a small punishment this time. If you bully Ermao again next time, you will live with this head on your head."

Zhang Boxun was taken aback for a moment, his eyes glanced up, and his face changed suddenly.

For some reason, a string of emerald green vines grew on the top of his head, and the soft branches spread down at an astonishing speed, making him like a green potted plant, if one was pulled out, another bunch would grow out immediately.

Zhang Ermao covered his mouth and laughed. He tentatively said, "Brother Yun, I'm sorry. If Mr. Yi agrees to your visit, I will definitely let you in."

Zhang Boyun stared at him bitterly, turned his head and snorted coldly.

"You don't like the way I have one hand. If... I mean, if I have two hands like you, can you play with me?"

Zhang Ermao's tone was timid and full of expectation, Zhang Boyun scolded angrily: "Okay, then show me your hand, or don't let me see you!"

After scolding, he rushed home quickly and locked himself in the attic. He repeatedly brushed his green hair in front of the mirror. When he was angry, he began to feel strange heart palpitations. Looking at the corner of the huge sky, I saw another world outside the cage of that day.

"Immortal... can I... do it too?"

Zhang Ermao was chopping ribs in the kitchen. His father went down the mountain after a long absence, and Yi Guxing was sitting in front of the stove fanning himself, coughing twice from time to time due to the smoke.

"I'll start teaching you how to draw qi into your body tomorrow." Yi Guxing suddenly decided.

"What?" Zhang Ermao was taken aback, and poured the chopped ribs into the pot to blanch.

"Teach you how to become an immortal." Yi Guxing joked with a smile.

Zhang Ermao blinked, unable to tell whether Yi Guxing was joking or telling the truth: "Can Mr. Yi fly?"

"Of course." Yi Guxing said.

"Then Mr. Yi can conjure things out of thin air?" Zhang Ermao asked excitedly.

Yi Guxing rested his chin and pondered: "It depends on how to interpret the word out of thin air. For example, if I take something out of the Qiankun bag, it is also considered out of thin air."

As he said, as soon as he held one with his fingers, a platter of candied fruit appeared in his hand.

"Here, don't eat too much, it will hurt your teeth." Yi Guxing handed the candied fruit to Zhang Ermao.

"It's amazing." Zhang Ermao exclaimed, "Can I learn it too?"

"Don't question my ability." Yi Guxing pretended to be displeased, and stretched his wrist over Zhang Ermao's hair. The child's body grew very fast, and after the nutrition kept up, it was like mushrooming, showing a bit of youthful vigor , "It's time to buy you two sets of clothes, and take care of your hair. How can my puppet master's assistant be so poor and poor."

Zhang Ermao couldn't help blushing again: "Then I'll go and paint the Yanjia as soon as I finish cooking, and the delivery can be delivered tomorrow, sir."

Yi Guxing never needed to worry about Zhang Ermao's self-consciousness, he just assigned tasks, and then received surprises, and sometimes Zhang Boyun would watch him from the next door, but the frequency was much less, and Yi Guxing didn't care, children could always find him. New fun.

From winter to spring, Zhang Boyun got together with Gouzi Dazhu and Zhang Qiang again after a few months. Gouzi’s sister had a falling out with the family and ran to work in the city in a fit of anger. He didn’t want to come back anymore. He had to work at home. Yi was let out, and complained to Zhang Boyun: "What's so good in the city, I heard that even a stone can't be found on the road, what can I use to shoot a slingshot... Let's find Ermao to play with."

They play with ermao, but in fact they still play with ermao.

Zhang Boyun snorted and suddenly felt that it was meaningless. He said in a young and mature way: "I begged my mother to take me to the town in winter, and when she wasn't paying attention, I ran along the main road to Rongcheng... I don't know the gate there. No matter how tall it is, it still shines. There are many young masters and ladies who are dressed as well as the old magic stick on the road. If you like playing with rocks, go and play with them. I’m going to the city anyway.”

"Oh, I don't understand." Gouzi scratched his head, "Then let's go to the river to catch fish."

Zhang Boyun sighed, and said to himself that it's okay anyway, so let's go.

In the barn of Zhang Ermao's house, a mass of flesh-colored viscous liquid floated in Yi Guxing's palm, and the area around the square table was emptied, leaving only one armored arm. A trace of guiding liquid covered Yanjia's arm, and the layers of the golden array were unscrewed and stretched, and finally returned to one place, and the runes were printed on the fake arm, slowly fading and disappearing.

"There will be no mistakes this time." Yi Guxing held up his arm firmly, while Zhang Ermao stood aside, his heart beating faster, and fine sweat oozes from his forehead.

He unbuttoned one side of his clothes, and the feeling when Yanjia's arm was attached to his body was very familiar. Zhang Ermao closed his eyes and told himself not to be too excited, lest extreme joy turn into sadness, but his right hand was still trembling.

A quarter of an hour passed, half an hour passed, an hour...

Yi Guxing finally broke the silence in the room: "Try it? If I make you unconscious again, I will cut off my meridians on the spot!"

"Sir!" Zhang Ermao exhaled reproachfully, prepared himself mentally, and raised his brand new left arm inch by inch.

Yi Guxing couldn't help clapping his hands, and congratulated: "Success, your long-cherished wish has been fulfilled now."

Zhang Ermao wanted to hug Yi Guxing, and quickly pulled up his clothes, feeling a little embarrassed, but Yi Guxing bent down and patted him on the back first.

"Give you a day off, go do whatever you want." Yi Guxing said with a smile.

Zhang Ermao excitedly used his left hand to get the cup and pour tea, and then tried to untie the belt and fasten it again, as if any little thing could cheer him up, his eyes were red, and he solemnly bowed to Yi Guxing: "Thank you Mr. Yi, I will follow you forever, study hagana, and realize your will, and I will never change my life!"

Yi Guxing hurriedly helped him up, and teased him a little uncomfortable: "I shouldn't teach you to read, talking about these weird things, don't you want to find friends to play with, go, remember to bring money, and go down the mountain with your friends to calm down one time."

Zhang Ermao went out with his head down and smiled shyly. His father fell asleep in front of the grave again, so he had to go to the next door to find Zhang Boyun. Her mother didn't notice Zhang Ermao's hand, so she said that Zhang Boyun and Gouzi went to catch fish. Zhang Ermao remembered Zhang Boyun's promise, and ran briskly to the river.

He looked at his hands from time to time, feeling that he would finally not have to be thrown out of this world. When he saw Zhang Boyun lying under a tree with a blade of grass in his mouth from a distance, he felt an unprecedented courage.

He took a deep breath and shouted: "Brother Yun!"

With a plop, Gouzi stepped on the pebbles and slid into the water. Zhang Boxun almost ate the grass, but when he heard the angry shout, he scratched his ears.

"Brother Yun, can I catch fish too?" Zhang Ermao walked under the tree and asked in a low voice.

Gouzi and Dazhu Zhang Qiang ran over to watch this Zhang Ermao who dared to approach them proactively. Dazhu twisted the water from his clothes and flicked water droplets on Zhang Ermao's face: "Yo, isn't this Ermao? I thought You are hiding at home and dare not come out."

Zhang Boyun leaned on the tree and looked at Zhang Ermao. He was almost afraid to recognize him. Zhang Ermao's hair was tied neatly, and he was dressed in white with silver trim. When his eyes fell on Zhang Ermao's cuffs, he finally understood what was wrong.

The sleeve that should have been empty now has a full hand.

"Is this what he made for you?" Zhang Boyun grabbed Zhang Ermao's left hand and opened the sleeve in disbelief. The touch was warm and flexible, and the finger marks left turned from white to red.

"You said that if I also become a normal person, you won't make fun of me anymore." Zhang Ermao endured the dull pain in his arm and let Zhang Boyun pinch him.

Zhang Boxun stared blankly, but before he could say anything, the dog screamed first, then backed up and fell back into the water.

He desperately splashed water on the two of them and shouted: "Monster! You monster! How did you grow your arms, you... your family is all monsters, you must have robbed someone else's hand!"

Zhang Ermao froze on the spot, trying to explain something, but just as he took a step forward, Da Zhu picked up a stone and threw it at him.

"Freak, monster! I'm going to tell my dad to burn you!"

"Go away, you are not human at all, don't come here!"

The river water was still a bit cool, Zhang Ermao's forehead was sticking to his face, he closed his eyes, water drops slipped into his neckline, and he suddenly seemed to return to the day when he was pushed into the river by several people.

The child's wanton abuse kept echoing in his ears. He was so cold that his blood froze. He looked at Zhang Boyun with the last bit of hope, but Zhang Boyun let go of his hand and took a step back.

Zhang Boyun didn't say anything in the end, he felt scared, jumped into the river for courage, gave the dog a slap, and scolded: "What kind of water are you pouring, even the young master is pouring it together, looking for a beating?"

Zhang Ermao fell down and sat by the river, Zhang Boyun and three attendants went ashore from the other side, and ran away cursing. He looked at the Yanjia arm that he and Yi Guxing spent several months building, and suddenly didn't know what it was for. .

The world is still rejecting him, and those self-indulgent illusions are more fragile than the bubbles of soap locust.

Yi Guxing took Mu Yuan to Rongcheng. He was in a good mood and bought a lot of snacks that children love. He thought that if Zhang Ermao brought friends back, he would entertain them like a parent.

He was afraid that Zhang Ermao would come back early, so he rushed back to Guangyu Village at full speed, put out snacks, and found some interesting gadgets, and Zhang Ermao didn't come back until the sun went down.

"This kid, it's time to order a jade slip for him to take with him." Yi Guxing paced in the yard, and when it was completely dark, he finally couldn't help but look for someone.

Zhang Ermao was wet and bumped into Yi Guxing head-on at the door, Yi Guxing tilted his head suspiciously, and reached out to help him dry the river water: "What's the matter, go down to the river to catch fish?"

"Sir." Zhang Ermao said slowly with a confused expression, "You said you could make the most perfect Yanjia."

"That's right." Yi Guxing said naturally.

"Then I have the most perfect Yanjia arm, why don't they recognize me?" Zhang Ermao gradually collapsed in front of Yi Guxing, his voice was dry and trembling, "Why! Could it be that I am not human if I have Yanjia arm? Am I a monster?"

Yi Gu moved his lips, and Zhang Ermao's crying made him feel helpless, so he could only comfort him: "Of course you are human, just an arm, and don't care too much about other people's opinions."

"If this arm is not important, what about the Yanjia? What is the Yanjia? Is your most proud perfect Yanjia dispensable?" Zhang Ermao couldn't figure out his doubts and pain, and was helped by Yi Guxing Back in the house, my thoughts were unprecedentedly suppressed and chaotic.

"That's not to say, if you need Yan Jia, Yan Jia is important to you, if you don't need Yan Jia, of course Yan Jia is not necessary." Yi Guxing poured him a cup of tea.

"No, no..." Zhang Ermao shook his head in denial, crushing the teacup with his left hand excitedly, "What's wrong!"

The warm tea was spilled from the table, and Zhang Ermao was stunned, as if he didn't expect Yanjia's arm to have such strength.

Yi Guxing racked his brains to comfort him. He himself was caught in the vortex of human beings and armor and doubts, and he couldn't escape. He couldn't help thinking that if Zhang Ermao needed a armor arm, he would still be human after wearing it. What about Yanjia's body?Need a Yanjia head?

Is this a human being, or the "monster" that the group of children called?

...What exactly is a human being, incomplete, complete, replaced parts, perfect...

What exactly is a human being?

"Calm down, there will always be an answer. They are just children from a small mountain village. They have never seen the world. Don't take it to heart." Walnut, joked, "Try your left hand, I have added a lot of convenient functions."

Zhang Ermao took the walnut and crushed it with just a little force. He didn't feel any pain, but had the intuition that this was far from the limit.

"You see, Yanjia is still very convenient. They don't like you, and they can't even squeeze walnuts." Yi Guxing straightened Zhang Ermao's messy forehead hair, "As long as you live comfortably, the answer can be taken slowly. Looking for, I am almost five hundred years old this year, and I am also looking for answers."

Zhang Ermao flipped the walnut powder back in his hands, and suddenly stood up and raised his knife to strike the table, which broke off as expected.

His eyes lit up, he clenched his fists and then loosened them, a smile slowly broke out.

"I see, you are right." Zhang Ermao took a few breaths, "Your Yanjia is the most perfect, I need it."

Yi Guxing silently picked up the fallen fruit plate, spilling hazelnuts, walnuts and almonds all over the floor, he tentatively asked: "Are you going to see your father?"

"No, I don't want to watch the same reaction twice." Zhang Ermao's face darkened, "Mr. Yi, I want to go to rest."

"Alright, tomorrow I'll go to Rongcheng to pick up a batch of materials, you can go with me." Yi Guxing nodded, "Let's go and relax."

Zhang Ermao turned and went out, but did not go back to the main room. He ran a few steps quickly, pressed against the wall and turned over, and saw Zhang Boyun who was about to escape.

Yi Guxing packed up some things, swept up the dried fruit, and suddenly bent down and spat out a mouthful of blood.

In the early hours of the morning, there was noise mixed with the flames, Yi Guxing heard someone running and shouting, he suddenly felt bad, and was about to go out, when the door was pushed open and closed tightly behind his hand.

Half of Zhang Ermao's body was stained blood red and he was leaning against the door panel. His left hand was covered with sticky pieces of meat.