bone cutter

So this impromptu name was decided hastily.

The stretching distant mountains still hold a pipa and hide half-hidden behind the overwhelming rain, only shyly revealing dark green silhouettes to the only two pedestrians on the narrow path, Song Zhen leads Zhuang Yin against the low-hanging sky in Walking slowly on the road, I felt as if I was slipping a pure and harmless lamb. Unfortunately, this lamb cherished words like gold, and refused to give alms even when it blew.

This child is too easy to deceive, Song Zhen thought, how can there be any Taoist temples on this mountain, the child he casually pointed at would really believe it, if he is a heinous villain, at this moment, I am afraid that people will use Daozuwa as a fish.

Song Zhen didn't want to think that this deceitful child is only five years old, his five bodies have not yet developed, and he doesn't know a single big character. How can he keep up with his whimsical ideas, and then he, a senior child who is more than 25 years old, shamelessly Burn yourself a golden brand - I'm such a good person.

Zhuang Yin didn't know Song Zhen's twisted thoughts at all, so he quietly stared at the hand holding him while he was eating the pancake. Compared with Song Zhen's plain and tasteless face, these hands were dry and warm , slender and powerful, extremely beautiful, no matter how you look at it.As if he was suddenly stimulated by something, Zhuang Yin pulled out his hand and rubbed desperately on the dirty and dirty clothes, as if he wanted to wipe off the dirt on his hands that had nowhere to hide.

Song Zhen lowered his head and looked at the awkward child strangely, thinking that Zhuang Yin was not used to being led by him, so he let him go without hesitation, "Lijiazhuang is still far away, if you can't walk anymore, just say a word, I will carry you on my own."

Zhuang Yin lowered his head, took a bite of the flatbread, and gave a vague "hmm".

...

Song Zhen said that he was poor, and he was really poor. The original Lijing Garden was a dilapidated small temple, crowded with a group of "nowhere to go" old men, big and small, with the title of "Taoist" on their heads. Food, as if there is a posture that if you don't eat Lijingyuan, you won't leave.What surprised him was that Song Ruhui, the old temple master of Lijingyuan——Song Zhen was still alone at that time, and this stingy old guy didn't intend to drive these people away. Doubt, the old guy definitely secretly hid a lot of gold, silver and jewelry!

Doubts are doubts, but they are groundless and not enough to support his speculation. Therefore, the mountain will go down as usual, and the money will be earned as usual. He is under one person, and a senior brother with more than ten thousand... a hundred people is entrusted to earn money for no reason. important task.Later, Zhuang Yin often wondered whether the strength of senior brother Duan Qingchuan who regards money as his life has been passed down by Song Zhen?

When one big and one small arrived at Lijiazhuang, the torrential rain had died down, and the sky that had been hazy for most of the day slowly bestowed light on the earth. When the wisps of light wrapped around Zhuang Yin's body, he just finished finishing the big cake. The food was clean, there was no residue left, and the inside and outside were filled with long-lost warmth. He saw Song Zhen talking with a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man seemed to have not slept for a long time, his whole body was thin and out of shape, his face was haggard with Chinese characters, and his brows were tightly furrowed, as if he was suffering the deepest and most difficult disaster.

In a nutshell, this catastrophe is--this middle-aged man named Li Lianggong had two sons and three daughters with his wife. His wife, two sons, and two daughters died of spontaneous combustion within one month.