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The rain wetted half of his country, but he didn't take it seriously. Instead, he pushed the oil-paper umbrella forward. The little clay figurine shrank in with its knees hugged, like a cub that fell into a trap, and its black and white eyes stared at it with distance and fear The man in the rain curtain watched the raindrops crazily falling on his shoulders, casting a dark blue shadow.

"My name is Song Zhen." The man in blue saw the clay figurine staring straight at his mouth and said nothing, so he raised his index finger and pointed upwards to introduce himself, "Have you seen this mountain? I live in On the top of the mountain, there is a Taoist priest who specializes in collecting money and helping others."

The little clay figurine bit its lower lip firmly in line with the virtue that silence is golden.Song Zhen made a "tsk" sound, stretched out five fingers and counted quickly, with a very serious expression: "Little clay figurine, you have suffered a bloody disaster today."

The little clay figurine visibly trembled, the strength of his teeth could not control the heat, he bit down hard, and a trace of blood was knocked out of his delicate lips, and then he saw the face of this Taoist priest named Song Zhen gradually distorted, as if he was holding back a smile. It was extremely hard, and after holding back for a long time, he finally couldn't help laughing, "My ability to predict is getting better and better."

The little clay figurine secretly stuck out his tongue and licked off the blood. He didn't understand why the Taoist priest in front of him was laughing, and he didn't understand what the word "prophet" meant, so he continued to keep silent.

Song Zhen laughed enough, so he cut to the chase and asked straight to the point: "I don't expect you to know the eighteen generations of your ancestors, but you'd better remember your name and where you live?"

This time the little clay figurine understood, and he shook his head like a rattle.

Song Zhen showed a troubled expression, "This is really troublesome."

The little clay figurine's eyes dimmed quickly after being teased a little bit of anger. He couldn't remember anything in his little head, but he vaguely knew that "trouble" should be a bad thing that people hate.

Song Zhen's eyes moved down inch by inch. This little guy has been sleeping in the open air for a long time. His clothes are tattered, and every part is worn to varying degrees. The cloth shoes on his feet are even bigger on the left and smaller on the right. Unexpectedly, the hole was broken, revealing the dirty toe, and at this moment, he was anxiously trying to retract the muddy tortoise shell.

Compassionate as Song Zhen, he immediately explained: "I'm not saying you are a trouble, what I mean is that if you get lost, your parents must be very worried. If you remember your name and where you live, I can send you back soon. , It's a pity you don't remember." The little clay figurine blinked its black and white eyes, waiting for him to continue.

Song Zhen smiled and said: "Little clay figurine, I don't have the habit of picking up children casually, and I don't have money to support me to pick them up. I am going to help others when I go down the mountain. I don't want to meet you when I just arrived at the foot of the mountain. If you are willing to suffer, I can try to take you to find your family first, as for whether you can find it or not, it depends on the chance, if you can't find it, then make another plan, how about it?"

The little clay figurine digested the long sentence word by word, finally understood, swallowed, and nodded hesitantly.

Song Zhen's smile deepened, and he stretched out his right hand. This hand was slender and clean, with a thin callus. When he held it, he could feel a steady stream of warmth. He pulled up the little clay figurine and said lightly: "Let's go, let's go to Lijiazhuang first. Kill a ghost, and inquire about your life experience by the way."

When he heard the word "ghost", the little clay figurine's face turned pale, and his mouth was flattened, and he really wanted to cry.

Song Zhen bowed his head and cared lovingly: "What?"

After all, the little clay figurine was young, but he was afraid of being rejected by Song Zhen, so he suppressed his fear back to his stomach because of his grievances. The baby's voice gave another reason: "Hungry." His stomach winked, and he kept grunting, cooperating very well. Appropriate.

"Yo, it looks like you're not dumb, congratulations." Song Zhen pulled him, took out a big pancake wrapped in oil paper from his arms, and handed it over, "Here, this pancake will satisfy your hunger."

The little clay figurine took it with both hands carefully, as if it was receiving a rare treasure in the world solemnly, staring hesitantly at the missing piece of the treasure, and there were still suspicious tooth marks on it.

Song Zhen held up the umbrella in one hand and pulled him with the other, "I can't keep calling you little clay figurine, I have to give you a name, let me think about it..."

The heavy rain pouring down from the sky dutifully splashed blossoming rain flowers on the ground, and the little clay figurine let him drag him away, nibbling on the tasteless dry food in small bites, but when chewing carefully, it strangely secreted a faint trace of sweetness. He was trying to pursue this hard-won sweetness, so he heard Song Zhen "tsk" again, "We went to Lijiazhuang, and the surname Li originally felt that it didn't match you. Why don't you use the surname Zhuang, a single character?" 'Yin', I hope you can speak more, how about it?"

The little clay figurine paused while gnawing on the pancake, and nodded in confusion, although he didn't know which "Zhuang" and which "Yin" it was.