Children's smashing guide [Comprehensive base three]

Today, the country is peaceful and the people are peaceful, and the people are prosperous. Changzhou Mansion has become more lively and prosperous than before.Vendors set up stalls on the side of the street, and people walking on the road come to the stalls from time to time to buy one or two items they like and need.

Suddenly there was a tall and handsome man in a red official robe outside the city gate.When you look at his appearance, you will definitely be attracted by his eyes. Those eyes are big and shapely, neither deviated nor slanted, the distance between the eyes is neither wide nor narrow, neither square nor triangular.The eyes are black and white, and a pair of pupils are black and shiny, like a shimmering autumn pool, or like the deep night sky.

Since he entered the city, his footsteps have gradually become heavy, walking on the streets and alleys, he stopped from time to time to stare for a long time, through the streets and alleys, he came to a house, the door of the house was clean, there was no dust Rarely, it seems that someone comes to clean it often.

Looking at the couplet on the door, he lowered his head and stretched out his hands to caress gently. There was a coughing sound not far away. He turned around and immediately stepped forward to help him. The coughing old man looked at him and sighed. : "It really looks like your father."

Hearing the word father, his eyes were full of sadness: "Uncle Zhong, thank you for coming to clean when you are free."

The old man said reminiscently: "Oh, what are you talking about, I should be right. If your father hadn't rescued the abducted children back then, I'm afraid that my daughter would never be seen again."

Thinking of what happened back then, his hands trembled uncontrollably. Father, his father, he watched his father fall off the cliff in order to save them. As a son, he couldn't even find his father's bones and buried them in the ancestral grave .

"Seeing that you have become an official now, you have honored the lintel. Don't forget your roots. Today is the anniversary of your father's death. Go and offer incense to him. I will also prepare for the old man." Crutches returned to their house.

He pushed the door and walked into the house. The inside remained the same as it was when his father left. He walked to the kitchen, as if he saw his father washing his hands, rolling up his sleeves, smiling and lighting a fire to cook for him. After leaving the kitchen, he seemed to hear his father's gentle words: "Zhaoer, come, let's eat."

He suddenly turned his head, but there was no familiar figure inside, and he passed the yard to the study.In a daze, he saw his father tearing off the handwriting written by Xiaotuanzi with a serious face, and Xiaotuanzi yelled unconvinced: "Daddy, why did you tear off the handwriting I wrote?"

The father said sternly: "Because you don't care, do you want to go out to play, so you can do whatever you want. I don't want you to go out to play, as long as you earnestly do the tasks I assigned you, you can play whatever you want. How to play, but now you write for me seriously, and I will tear one if you perfunctory me."

Aggrieved, Xiaotuanzi picked up the pen in his hand and continued to write.

He quickly came to the desk and picked up a pen to draw on the white paper. There was no ink on the pen and the white paper was still white paper. He lay down on the table and called, "Daddy."

He really wanted to go back to the past, if he could, he would be absolutely serious, not playful, obediently listen to his father, and not make his father angry.

The room was not big, and there were memories everywhere. He felt that he would be suffocated if he stayed here any longer, and all the memories rushed together.

Sighing, he took out the incense and paper money from the storage room in the house and put them in the basket, then came to his father's tomb, lifted up his robe, knelt down straight and kowtowed a few times.

"Father, Zhao'er really misses you." His eye sockets were already moist, but he still didn't dare to shed tears.

At the same time, a man in a white and blue Taoist robe suddenly appeared in an alley in Kaifeng Mansion, with a small Persian cat lying beside him. The Persian cat licked the man and sighed in his heart: No sound! , I can only help you here. I blame myself for the accident many years ago that caused his soul to suffer a little damage. After sleeping for so many years, although the soul has been repaired, it has left some sequelae.Zhan Zhao, it's up to you.

The Persian cat curled up into a ball and disappeared beside Wu Yin in an instant.

Soon, a group of ragged beggars walked into the alley and saw the man lying on the ground. They stopped, and one of them said, "Look, there's a man down there."

One person couldn't take his eyes off Wu Yin, and licked his lips: "The accessories on that body look top-notch."

Someone poked the beggar who had just spoken with his elbow: "Do you want to take off that man's body?"

"He has such a heart but no guts, so don't take me for it." The beggar who spoke first walked over and tore off the accessories on Wuyin's body, and he looked proudly at the beggar next to him.

The beggars also came to pick it up, and quickly finished pulling off all the accessories on their bodies. They saw that there was a sword beside Wuyin, and one of them pointed at the sword with some fear: "Look, this man has a sword in his hand. There is also a sword, probably a Lianjiazi, what if he wakes up."

A beggar kicked silently: "Look at him so dizzy to death, what are you afraid of, this sword looks like a precious sword, hey, if you take it away and sell it, you can sell it for a lot of money."

"you take."

"I take it, I take it." The beggar knelt down and was about to take it, when suddenly Wuyin opened his eyes.

The beggars took a few steps back in fright, Wuyin grabbed the sword and got up and wobbled. The beggars looked at each other and left immediately.

Wu Yin's eyes were full of confusion, and his head hurt very much. He walked unsteadily and didn't know where he went.Suddenly he fell down, and Xue Mingjian also fell on the ground. At this time, a little beggar walked out of a dilapidated room next to him, with baby fat on his face, and the clothes on his body were loose and covered with dirt. patch.

The little beggar muttered: "A poor man came here before, and now another one has come. Oh, forget it, let's wait until we go back."

The little beggar struggled to drag Wu Yin by his clothes and dragged him into the dilapidated house. The sword was also taken in, and Wu Yin was dragged onto the hay. The little beggar touched the sweat beads on his head: "It doesn't look good Why is it so heavy to drag?"

There was another person in the room, presumably the poor man that the little beggar spoke of. The poor man's eyes were dimmed, his face was mottled with scars, and his palms were hanging limply. It was obvious that he was useless.The poor man screamed, but couldn't make any other sounds. The little beggar squinted at the poor man and shook his head: "Poor man, stop barking, alas, why do you think I always meet you like this?" Tragic people."

The little beggar sat down on the ground and looked at Silence and sighed: "This man's clothes look very valuable, but they are so messy, with dirty hand marks on them, it is estimated that some beggars took away valuables from him. Hey, don't tell me, this guy looks really good-looking."

Some time passed, Wuyin struggled to wake up, his eyes changed from confused to clear, the little beggar approached and asked: "What's your name, how could you be robbed by the beggar? You are not hurt, your hands are not injured. And the sword..." The little beggar asked a lot of questions.

Wu Yin's eyes were watery, he pursed his mouth, and said in a childish tone: "Big brother, who are you?"

"..." The little beggar is in a mess, this person is obviously older than him, please, and can you, an adult, stop speaking in a child's tone, it's very awkward and easy to cut.

Suddenly, Wu Yin covered his head and shouted: "Woo, my head hurts, it hurts."

He was rolling on the hay with his head in his arms, many images popped up in his mind, and a voice came, finding Zhao'er, finding Zhao'er.

"Zhaoer, Zhaoer." Wuyin kept calling.

The little beggar immediately went to appease Wu Yin, and now he felt that this person must be hurting his head.Hearing that this person has been called Zhao'er, could it be that he himself is called Zhao'er? Regardless, I don't know this person's name anyway, just call him Zhao'er.

After comforting for a long time, Wuyin calmed down, and he said obediently: "Thank you, big brother."

The little beggar said weakly: "You should rest well, don't think too much, or your brain will hurt again."

The little beggar said to the poor man: "Oh, poor man, why do you think I am so unlucky? One of the recovered ones has a broken body and a good brain, and the other one has a good body and a bad brain. No, no, I will return to you in a few days." I must go to Mr. Bao to help you avenge your grievances, and by the way, Mr. Bao may be able to find this person's family."

The poor man nodded and said nothing, Wuyin also sat there obediently.

In the evening, the little beggar started to cook, Wuyin walked over and tilted his head to look at the little beggar: "Big brother, can I help you?"

"Zhaoer, be good, go and have a good rest." Now that this person is about the same as a child of a few years old, it's better not to make trouble for him.

Wuyin lowered his head, with a sad face of disenchanted enthusiasm, he walked to the haystack and sat with his arms around his knees, looking at the little beggar who was cooking.

Seeing that the food was almost ready, the little beggar took a spoonful and tasted it: "It tastes good."

After distributing the rice to Wuyin and the poor man, he ate happily himself. Wuyin saw that he didn't eat the rice, and the little beggar said, "I know you must have belonged to a rich family before. Just make do with it."

Wuyin nodded ignorantly and began to eat, and fell asleep obediently after eating.

The little beggar laughed, "It's really like a child."

A few days later, in the middle of the night, when the rain poured down, the little beggar saw a sedan chair on the road while walking in the rain.He smiled and thought in his heart that he had finally waited for Mr. Bao's sedan chair, poor man, Zhao'er, hehe, those of you who have wronged you can seek justice, and those who have a family can find a home.

Seeing that the sedan chair was about to pass by, the little beggar immediately ran over and knelt down. Zhan Zhao saw a person kneeling in front of him and immediately stretched out his hand to signal, "Stop the sedan chair."

A thick and steady voice came from the sedan: "Why stop the sedan?"

Zhan Zhao replied respectfully: "My lord, someone stopped the sedan chair in the rain."

Master Bao asked, "What kind of person?"

"Looks like a little beggar."

Mr. Bao listened to the thunder outside and the sound of the heavy rain pouring down, thinking about it: "In the middle of the night, it's raining cats and dogs, kneeling in the rain to block the sedan chair in my house must have a grievance, you go and ask."

Zhan Zhao said, "Yes."

Walking over, Zhan Zhao's oil-paper umbrella tilted to shield the little beggar from the rain, and he asked, "Why did you block the sedan chair?"

The little beggar's expression suddenly changed, and he muttered: "It really looks like it, it really looks like it."

Zhan Zhao frowned slightly: "What is it really like?"

The little beggar waved his hand: "I came this time to avenge one of my friends, and by the way, find another home for my other friend. My lord, you and my other friend look alike."

Zhan Zhao was startled and the umbrella in his hand fell off, and the little beggar saw the umbrella on the ground: "My lord, what's wrong with you?"

Zhan Zhao smiled wryly, it's impossible, he watched his father fall off the cliff with his own eyes, how could he survive and come to Kaifeng, I'm afraid it's just because of the similar looks, he shook his head: "It's nothing, why don't you come to Kaifeng mansion during the day to avenge your grievances."

"He can't go." The little beggar felt a little sad when he thought of the poor man's serious illness.

"Why can't you go?"

"He's a cripple, and I'm still worried about whether he can survive tomorrow."

Zhan Zhao thought about the fate of this person, so he immediately said, "Lead the way."

The little beggar led the way and soon came to the broken house. The rain was heavy, the house was very broken, and there was water leaking inside the house. Kneeling down beside the poor man.Hearing the noise outside, Wu Yin knew that the elder brother must be back. When the elder brother went out, he said that he would bring Mr. Bao here. What is Mr. Bao?steamed stuffed bun?

Lord Bao and the others followed the little beggar, who knelt on the ground and said, "Little Su Qier knocked on Lord Bao."

Master Bao said, "Get up."

Su Qier thanked Master Bao, got up, walked over, pushed the poor man and said, "Poor man, Master Bao is here, poor man, wake up quickly, Master Bao is here."

Lord Bao and Su Qier were talking about the poor man, and Zhan Zhao at the side saw Wu Yin beside the poor man, and Wu Yin stared at Lord Bao with wide cat eyes: "Wow, it's so dark."

Hearing this, the little beggar went over and rubbed Wuyin's head: "Zhao'er, don't be unreasonable to Mr. Bao." Although Mr. Bao is really dark, Wuyin is telling the truth.

"Zhaoer?" Zhan Zhao clenched the sword in his hand.

Master Bao looked curiously at this man named Zhaoer, who looked exactly like Zhan Weiwei. He looked at Zhan Zhao: "Zhan Huwei, here."

The little beggar explained: "Actually, this person's name is not Zhao'er, but when I asked his name before, his head hurt just thinking about it, and he kept calling Zhao'er, Zhao'er, so I called him Zhao'er." son."

When Zhan Zhao heard this, his expression flustered. Is this man really his father? Zhao’er, Zhao’er, isn’t he the one who called him? The little beggar walked over and took out a sword: “By the way, this man! Nothing but a sword in my hand, this one."

Seeing this sword, Zhan Zhao completely collapsed, he touched the sword tremblingly, this sword, this sword, Master Bao saw that Zhan Weiwei lost his composure and asked: "Zhan Weiwei, why are you like this."

Zhan Zhao recovered: "This sword belongs to my father, and my father's sword is named after him."

Master Bao looked at the man shrunk in shock: "Then this man."

Zhan Zhao walked over and squatted down, Wuyin looked at Zhan Zhao with clear eyes and said childishly, "You look so good-looking."

Suddenly the soundless head hurt again, he covered his head and screamed: "It hurts, it hurts, uh, Zhao'er, Zhao'er, who said that, uh, who? Who?"

An image of an adult leading a child on the road flashed in Wu Yin's mind, and the child said, "Daddy, you look so good-looking."

"Ah, Chang'e." Wu Yin waved his hand, with internal force inside, Zhan Zhao immediately restrained Wu Yin, and he looked at Wu Yin with distress. This is really his father, and that sentence is also his. He said it when he was a child, and he foolishly said that his father was like Chang'e.

The little beggar said helplessly: "He was like this when I picked him up. I think his brain is broken, like a child. If he thinks too much, he will scream like just now."

Master Bao sighed: "Guard Zhan, Wang Chao, Ma Han, take the two of you back to Kaifeng Mansion first, and then talk about it."

When he arrived in Kaifeng mansion, Wuyin ran around curiously, pointed at something lively and said to the little beggar: "Big brother, look."

The little beggar shouted anxiously, "Hey, don't run around."

Zhan Zhao looked at Wu Yin who was like a child, and his heart was extremely sour. After he settled Su Qier and the poor man, he brought Wu Yin to his room. Listlessly, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Wuyin raised her head and pressed her lips, rubbing her stomach in embarrassment: "I'm hungry."

Seeing Wu Yin's appearance, Zhan Zhao thought of himself in the past, didn't he just look at his father and say that he was hungry, but now the child is his father.

"I'll get you something to eat, and I'll get you some water to take a shower and change into clean clothes."

Silence's eyes brightened: "Thank you, big brother."

Zhan Zhao was very depressed, being called big brother by his father, he said, "You can't call me big brother."

"What's that called?" Seeing Zhan Zhao's gloomy expression, Wu Yin thought he had said something wrong and felt very wronged, and his mouth was so pouted that he could hang an oil can.

"Call me Zhao'er."

Wuyin shook his head vigorously: "Big brother, my name is Zhao'er."

Zhan Zhao wanted to continue to correct him, but seeing Wu Yin's innocent eyes, he was helpless, and he surrendered: "Just call me big brother." I don't know when my father will be like this.How did my father get here all these years, what happened after falling off the cliff, but no matter what, as long as my father is alive.If his father can't be cured, he will be satisfied by taking care of his father and letting him live happily.

Thinking of this, he thought that the second master's medical skills were very good, maybe he could write a letter to him and let him see if his father could be cured.

"Big brother, are you in a daze?"

"No, I'll get you something to eat."

Soon Zhan Zhao got everything done, and after Wu Yin finished eating the delicious food, the hot water in the bucket was also ready.

Zhan Zhao said, "Come take a bath."

Wuyin immediately ran over to look at Zhan Zhao, Zhan Zhao understood, he immediately helped Wuyin undo the wet and dirty clothes, Wuyin immediately climbed into the bucket, Zhan Zhao helped Wuyin wipe his body.Wuyin lay beside the bucket and said softly: "Big brother, you are so kind."

Zhan Zhao smiled, this father is really cute, after helping Wu Yin wash, Zhan Zhao took out his own set of clothes and helped Wu Yin change, he should take a bath himself, although he is not dirty but very wet.

Zhan Zhao went into the bucket to wash, and silently patted his chest: "Big brother, let me help you, just like you helped me just now."

Before Zhan Zhao could refuse, Wu Yin began to toss about, the movements were the same as Zhan Zhao just now, Zhan Zhao couldn't help but sigh in his heart, even if a father is like a child, he can do things well.

After both of them finished washing, they lay on the bed, and Wuyin fell asleep quickly. Zhan Zhao looked at his father's smiling face when he was sleeping soundly, and felt that he would not be willing to exchange anything for anything.

The author has something to say: I only have five words: Distress Zhanwei!

The plot of this place is the true and false champion of the second unit of Bao Qingtian in the 93 edition. The real champion is really too miserable. Some things may be wrong. Forgive me.

What about the image of the cat? Anyway, I’m planning to pack Qingtian in 93, Seventy-Five in 94, the original book is messed up, Bai Yutang, the one in 93 is too bad, it’s better to be Xiaobai in 94, but it may be a little different, after all, 94 The IQ of the white mouse in it fluctuates, and he feels sorry for Zhanwei again.