Lan Congxiao

"Not afraid."

"Qiuzhu..." Finally, Xun Feiken spoke to him, "Let me down, I'm not afraid..."

"it is good."

When Xun Fei was put down, Xun Fei still had weak legs for a moment, but he quickly held on and walked forward slowly while pulling Qiu Zhu.

"I heard that you sneaked back to celebrate grandpa's birthday, and Qiao's family was wiped out on his birthday. Where were you at that time?" A family of more than fifty people was wiped out, only this young child After escaping from the tiger's mouth, Qiu Zhu wanted to know how much Xun Fei could remember, whether it was the murderer or something more.

Xun Fei shook his head, "I don't remember."

"It's okay, just ask me." Qiu Zhu rubbed his head and led him to continue walking.

Through the strength of Xun Fei's grip on his hand, he can vaguely judge which places can affect Xun Fei's memory.

Walking to the deepest room, there are rows of spiritual tablets inside. Those are the spiritual tablets of Qiao's ancestors, but there is no stick of incense in the incense burner. There are spider webs on the spiritual tablets. The whole ancestral hall looks very strange. rundown.

Qiu Zhu took a small piece of cloth and gently swept away the spider webs, and burned three sticks of incense for Qiao's ancestors. Put the incense on the censer, "Master Qiao has done good deeds all his life, but suffered misfortune in his later years. The descendants of the Qiao family found fault and were sheltered by their ancestors. They survived the catastrophe and left a bloodline for Master Qiao. Qiuzhu will naturally accept the entrustment. Treat him like the Lin family and take good care of him."

Xun Fei, who was watching from the sidelines, turned his head in a daze when he heard this, and stared straight at Qiuzhu's back, and the three burning incense sticks on the incense burner. Quick, on behalf of the ancestors feel pleased about this, I do not know whether it is true or not.

Suddenly, he accidentally pulled the broken curtain beside it, and a wild cat jumped off the beam, but was hit by something that jumped out suddenly and hit the ground.

"Xun Fei..." Qiu Zhu turned around quickly when she heard the sound, but saw that Xun Fei was sitting on the ground and couldn't get up.

"Good boy, go, go..."

The body was hugged by Qiu Zhu, but Xun Fei remembered another person. On the bloody night, his grandfather hugged him tightly and came to the ancestral hall, and immediately wanted to drive him away. The ancestral halls cannot be avoided.

"Xun Fei, are you okay?" Xun Fei's eyes were empty, as if his soul had been sucked out.

He stood up from the ground with dull eyes, and stood in the center of the ancestral hall. His ears were filled with wailing and screaming, and his grandfather kept shouting, "Go away..."

"Xiaolu..." He couldn't stop chanting an unfamiliar name, Qiu Zhu approached, but Xun Fei dragged him to the table of the ancestral hall and pointed, "Where Xiaolu hides, where Xiaolu hides."

He crawled into the desk two or three times, and there was nothing in it except dust. Qiu Zhu pulled it out and patted the dust off his face, "He's really here, he's really hiding here, he's here." If you are timid, someone is killing people outside, and he is hiding here."

"Who is Xiaolu?" Qiu Zhu asked softly.

Xun Fei blankly replied "Xiaolu...Xiaolu..."

After a long silence, he continued, "The person who changed my clothes... is a little beggar who often comes to our house to beg for food. He hid in the ancestral hall, changed my clothes, and then..."

Xun Fei pushed Qiuzhu aside and got up from the ground, took out the ancestral hall and ran to a remote corner, as if he had found something, walked to a corner, removed a few potted flowers, and pushed away the thin layer of flowers. On the thin soil, a small pit appeared in front of my eyes.

Qiu Zhu leaned down to explore, but found it was a very simple small tunnel. On the other side of the passage wall, this small pit was impossible for Qiu Zhu to pass through, but Xun Fei could go down by bending down. The whole person sat in it. Pulled him, but saw that Xun Fei was covering his mouth and nose with both hands, not daring to make a sound.

He suddenly understood that this was Xun Fei's reenactment of how he escaped from birth. A little beggar changed his clothes. Xun Fei hid in this small tunnel that night, probably until the murderer left. , he dared to climb out.

"Come out, we won't hide anymore." Qiu Zhu reached out and grabbed Xun Fei's arms, lifted him vigorously, and brought him out of the tunnel. Xun Fei squatted on the ground with tears in his eyes. into the lips.

Qiu Zhu parted those two hands distressedly, wiped away his tears, Xun Fei threw herself into his arms with a cry, "My grandpa is dead..."

In the past, Xun Fei was always willing to fake cry to deal with him, relying on his young age, the rascal slipped.But no matter how many times Qiu Zhu was cheated, her heart still hurts.

"They don't want me anymore..." I don't know how much Xun Fei remembered, but when he knew that all his relatives had passed away, the sadness and loss had been accumulated for several months, and the last time he broke out, tears burst like a flood Dike, but Qiu Zhu didn't know how to deal with it.

Over the years, outsiders only know that there is a grandson of the Qiao family named Qiao Yufei, and that he is weak and weak, and will not live long. It is difficult for everyone to see the young son of the Qiao family. He is said to be dead or ill. go out.

Mr. Qiao has a lot of good relationships, but he is always on guard. He has no choice but to send the child to Huaqing Temple to be taken care of by Master Yuanming.

The child was active by nature, and there was no sign of weakness in the slightest, so Mrs. Qiao occasionally took the child back to stay for a few days. During those few days, Qiao's house was always lively and bustling around, just for the child whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Children like to play in the garden, play in the snow in winter, and catch crickets in summer. For this reason, Mrs. Qiao built a unique "knee-wrapping pavilion".

Children like flowers and plants, Master Qiao personally planted all kinds of flowers and plants in the garden, and took care of them every day, just to make the children smile when they came home.

Now the Knee Pavilion is still there, but it can no longer provide shade for the little master here.The flowers and plants have withered, and it has long been impossible to make people smile.

After coming back from Qiao's house, Qiu Zhu never saw Xun Fei smile, she sat beside him all day long, not gluttonous, not playing, not making trouble, just sluggishly and without the half aura of the past.

But Qiu Zhu is not in a hurry, those shadows are indelible to anyone, not to mention his Xun Fei is only ten years old.

"Are you hungry?" The bell in the temple rang, and the child had neither been hungry nor thirsty for the past few days, so Qiu Zhu leaned over and touched Xun Fei's stomach.

The little monk brought food regularly, and Qiuzhu took the bowl and fed it in mouthfuls. Xun Fei never said whether he was full, and the child ate as much as he fed.

"Have you made a decision in the past few days? Stay in Huaqing Temple, or follow me home." Master Yuan Cheng hoped that Xun Fei could stay so as to fulfill his brother's entrustment, but Qiu Zhu was worried, but he couldn't. Call the shots for him.

In the past, Xun Fei would have jumped up, entangled him and shouted, "Don't leave me behind."

But this time, he just raised his eyes, then lowered them again, showing endless loneliness.Qiu Zhuming understood that the spiritual seats of Qiao's family were all in Huaqing Temple, Xun Fei should stay here to keep his filial piety, and Master Yuan Ming had a last wish, but he had no reason.