Impermanent Growth Manual

A warm dumpling covered his knees, but Fan Wujiu still looked up at the sky as if he didn't notice it.

The sky of Hades always presents an ink-like painting. Depending on the location of the division, the color of the sky in many places will be different.

What he was in now was the environment specially set up for him by Manzhu, where Manzhu flowers were in full bloom wantonly, and everywhere his eyes looked was full of bright red colors.

This kind of color seems to have returned to the day when Ergou died thousands of years ago.

In fact, he really doesn't want to think about it. Although he already knows that Ergou is the incarnation of Shahua in the human world, so there is no record about him in the book of life and death. It's still in his heart now.

Their group of beggars gather at several fixed places every day, and there will always be a few leaders in one area. Most of them are children in this area, but they don't know whether their luck is good or bad. Yes, scattered scattered in one of the most affluent places.

Children begging will always be beaten by older beggars and robbed of their own things.

There is no other reason why a group of half-grown children can get a place in that ruined temple.

At that time, he was still called Fan Wushe, and this name was already a very learned name compared to a group of beggars called Goudan, Jixiang, Yuanbao, and Fortune.He was vaguely elected as the boss by a group of beggars because of a name, and later convinced everyone, it was nothing more than a word of hate.

As the saying goes, those who wear shoes are afraid of bare feet, and those who are barefoot are afraid of death.

He's the one who doesn't die.

There is no meaning for him to live. He snatched a rotten leftover with the dog, and caught a poisonous snake in the wild. Fortunately, he survived a few times...but his life is still meaningless.

Later, when Shahua came here, he almost let the beggar named Liuliu under his hand break a leg in fear, and he couldn't even walk and lived in the ruined temple.

He had a broken leg, and he came to the capital from famine—no one knew if he had the plague on his body, and he had eaten something that shouldn't be eaten, but these things were really not important among them.

People are really hungry, let alone other people's human flesh, even their own can be eaten.

Sha Hua was injured and could not move anywhere except his upper body. After a long time, Fan Wujiu found out that when Liuliu found Sha Hua, he was actually lying on a chaotic grave, holding a dry and tasteless The finished cake was placed on the edge of his mouth, as if he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth.

Liuliu went there because that day a beggar stole a steamed stuffed bun and was beaten to death by the guards. They had no money to collect the corpse, and they couldn't even afford a straw mat, so they had to put him in a random grave .

Liuliu had a good relationship with that person, and that night he secretly ran over to worship, and he had nothing to sacrifice, so he could only grab a handful of loess and put it on his body, leaving a mark.

Just when he was so hungry that he couldn't stand it and wanted to leave, he heard an extremely weak voice beside him.

"Is this man your brother?" Shahua leaned against a dead man, Liuliu was almost frightened, but when his eyes saw his eyes, he calmed down inexplicably.

"No, it's not." Liuliutan moved closer to him in fear, the tip of his nose was filled with the stench of dead people, which almost made him pass out immediately.

"He must have a good relationship with you." Shahua smiled, and passed the cake in his hand, "I think you just sprinkled a handful of loess just now... Although the loess of the hero is thick in the village, the beauty's bones are deeply buried But people like us just want to fill their stomachs, if you put this on him, maybe he will be very happy."

Liuliu didn't understand what Shahua meant, but he obediently took the cake and stuffed it into the man's lapel.

"You, what are you doing here?"

"Ah." Sha Hua squinted his eyes and smiled, "I'm probably about to die. I don't want to spoil the beautiful scenery outside. There must be a burial place, so I just wait here."

Only by the moonlight did Liuliu see the rotting wound on Shahua's leg. The most indispensable thing in the graveyard was poisonous insects, mosquitoes and flies, which had already crawled all over his leg.

"You, don't you want to live?" Liuliu's eyes were terrified, and he had already spontaneously walked over to lift him up.

Shahua smiled dispensably, "What can I do if I survive?"

Who knows.

Later, when Fan Wushe recalled this scene again, he felt as if he had witnessed that scene in person.

Sha Hua is a very good person, no matter what time it is, he can smile indifferently - and Xie Bi'an is really very imaginable.

The two of them always have a lot in common. When Shahua was still a human, he experienced the scene of watching his relatives being eaten by himself. If he didn't collapse, he would become calm.Xie Bi'an... he didn't participate in his journey, but he could still imagine it.

Shahua said that he had studied for two years, but Fan Wujiu felt that he was already more learned than many great Confucians who had been in school for many years. Therefore, in the days when the temple was ruined, Shahua's spirit was better, Will teach them to recognize some simple words.

That was probably the happiest time for everyone, although until Shahua died, they would only write their own and each other's names.

His name was the most difficult to write, but Shahua was not impatient at all, and taught him carefully over and over again, just like a gentle brother.

He can't go out to beg, even if everyone is very hungry, they will take out the freshest part and leave it to Sha Hua—in just half a month, he has become the gentlest big brother in everyone's heart.

But he didn't survive in the end.

They even stole and robbed and begged, and they would only cover a doctor's outpatient expenses, and they dared not expect too much from those expensive medicinal materials, not to mention that Sha Hua's body was really frighteningly weak.

On the day he died, it rained heavily, and it didn't clear up for ten days. It was like an omen made by God. The moment the sun appeared, it happened to shine on Shahua through the half-hidden gate of the ruined temple. above the shadow.

Sha Hua smiled very happily that day, and even said to him in a good spirit, "A She, your name is actually very bad."

"The name Wu'she, there is really no room for it." He was thinking of where to say, and his thoughts could no longer follow his own thoughts.

Fan Wujiu didn't ask him what was wrong, he felt that his birth itself was a mistake.

Yes, he remembered how he was born, how he was abandoned, and how he wandered out.

Shahua recalled his past intermittently, and told himself all the things that no one knew, until he couldn't say a word and died completely.

At that time, he suddenly said, "Ah She, I want to know what meat tastes like again."

For such a sentence, he handed Shahua, whose body was already cold, into the arms of Liuliu, who couldn't even cry, and went out to steal meat buns.

He managed to get the meat bun, and he held it tightly in his arms, but he was beaten so badly that he could no longer stand up, and the bun was so broken that he couldn't see any white.

It was in that dilapidated alley, he thought, if he died together with Sha Hua...it would actually be pretty good.

He smiled and was about to close his eyes, but at that moment he saw a figure that was clean and not stained by a speck of dust.

The man who seemed to be like a god squatted down in surprise, not caring at all about his dirty palms, and said: "It is fate that we meet, are you willing to follow me?"