Heaven is fearless

Yaochun took out a handkerchief from her arms and wiped off the smudged makeup on her face. After removing the makeup powder, her face was delicate and beautiful, and there was a circle of tired blue and white under her eyes.

"Master came to Jiujiu, what's the matter?"

In the background sound, the child is still not to be outdone, raising his voice and shouting: "I said, don't call me Jiujiu! That's a girl's name! It's Jiuye!"

Fanxing breathed a sigh of relief that he was finally able to communicate normally, let go of the boy's hand, and bowed in front of his chest: "Amitabha, the poor monk was instructed to find this place. There was a boy about seventeen or eighteen years old The girl with the braid—"

He was looking for words to describe the young girl, but as soon as the age was reported, the little boy who had glared at him viciously just now changed his expression, looked at Fanxing warily, and said first: "Looking for girls? Girls are the most common here. ,Are you looking for a girl who likes to play the pipa, or a girl with a good job?"

"Jiujiu!" Yaochun raised her voice, almost shrill when she called out the name, "How can you talk like that!"

She looked at the child with distressed and angry eyes, Jiujiu stopped her mouth, lowered her head and said nothing, grinding the ground with her toes.

Fan Xing noticed that the shoes on his feet were tattered. They were cloth shoes that had been folded layer after layer with rags of very different colors. Off the line.

Yaochun took a deep breath and turned to Fanxing: "Who did the master follow the guidance to find here?"

Fanxing answered all questions: "A Taoist priest who tells fortunes."

The child knew who it was as soon as he heard it, and sneered: "Damn, does that smelly old man deserve to be called a Taoist priest? You didn't give him money, did you?"

The kid who grew up in the market has very venomous eyes. When he glanced up and down, he knew that he had no money. After thinking about it for a while, the cause and effect were roughly clear, and he curled his lips: "No wonder...he sees you not giving him money. , deliberately deceived you to come here to make a fool of yourself."

After figuring out the cause and effect of the matter, he also knew that he had misunderstood just now, and his attitude eased a lot, he hesitated a few times awkwardly, and hummed a series of inaudible syllables in his throat, a pair of round and Big eyes stared at Fanxing.

Fanxing tilted his head and looked back at him suspiciously: "?"

The child cleared his throat again: "Uh huh...uh huh huh huh..."

Hmmmm, what he said was still a string of encrypted text that could not be decoded.

Fanxing: "..."

Yaochun suddenly laughed at the side, and reminded Fanxing in a low voice: "He is apologizing..."

Fanxing suddenly realized that Yaochun's lowered voice could be heard from Jiujiu with his hands behind his back, his face flushed red, his eyes fluttered wildly, with a stubborn and unhappy expression on his face, he stood with his chin up and kicked his legs.

That appearance has the essence of a shameless street hooligan, but because of his young age, he looks more like a puppy with a blown fur shaking its tail, trying not to show his fear.

Suddenly a female voice in the building called her name in a drawn out tone: "Yao Chun—Yao Chun—"

Yaochun glanced back, his eyes dimmed, and he patted the child's head lightly: "Talk to this master, I'm going in."

Without waiting for Jiujiu to agree, she rolled up her skirt and responded loudly: "Mommy is here!"

Seeing Yaochun's figure disappearing through the door, Jiujiu flattened his mouth and sighed pretending to be vicissitudes: "Woman, I just like to worry about men's affairs, so tell me, why are you looking for Lord Jiu? I know everyone, and I can be a middleman for any business I want to find... Ah, you are a monk and can't do business..."

The way he said this has a kind of pretentious air, not mature, but more cunning and naive. Brahma waited patiently for him to babble a lot, thinking secretly in his heart, this kid is not very old, but he has a sharp tongue. Like a small talker, he can talk happily when he asks and answers by himself.

"I'm looking for your sister." Fanxing ended Jiujiu's tirade with one sentence.

The child who had been deliberately bypassing the previous topic of Brahmacar was blocked, and was silent for a while, scratching his dirty hair that hadn't been washed for a few days, this time the irritability on his face seemed to be real. The helplessness of adults.

"What did she do again? Steal your purse? Or..."

Before he finished speaking, Fanxing nodded.

The child let out a long breath, not because of relaxation, but because of expected tiredness.

It's hard to imagine that such a young child can have the emotion of "tired".

Fan Xing looked at the young Master Jiu and waited patiently for his response.

"Let's go." As if he had made up his mind, the little Jiu Ye waved to him, and then walked forward in a muffled voice.

He didn't speak along the way, he didn't speak, and Fanxing certainly didn't know how to speak, so he followed him obediently while twisting the prayer beads.

I'm not afraid that I'll sell him.Jiujiu passed through a narrow alley, glanced back from the corner of the eye, and saw the handsome and fair-eyed monk following him without saying a word, and cursed in his heart.

But he quickly poohed himself for a while, as for the skill the other party showed just now, it's not sure who will sell it.

"Hey," Jiujiu pondered for a while, and found that he still didn't know how to address the other party, and couldn't bear to ask, so he cleared his throat and said to the back as he walked forward, "What are you doing in the capital? Are you asking for alms?" ?There are many rich and noble families in the capital, but it is not so easy to get alms. Those who believe in Buddhism have their own temples that they love to go to. I recommend it to you, you go and try it, at most you won’t get anything, and it should be impossible to get beaten.”

Fanxing hesitated for a moment, bent down and pushed a few stones in the middle of the road to the side of the road to prevent people from being tripped, and then slowly said: "The poor monk is not here to beg for alms..."

"Didn't you come here for alms?" Jiujiu was silent for a while, and then said, "Then you are here to play? I know the capital well, and I know where the food is delicious and cheap. It is also clear that I can take you to play without charging you."

Compared with the situation when they first met, his current attitude is a bit suspicious. This kid is obviously not the kind of person who loves to suffer. This kind of attitude of rushing to please Brahma is too obvious, so obvious that Brahma can't bear it. Zhu Zhu overcame his inability to speak: "What's the matter with Little Jiu?"

He really doesn't know how to find topics, and when he asks questions, he is dry. People with a slightly dull mind don't know what he wants to express.

Obviously, although Jiujiu is small, his brain is very flexible. He didn't even think for a moment, and he was connected to the brain circuit of Fanxing.

He swallowed, rubbed the corner of his clothes with his fingers, and stammered, "I... I don't mean anything else, just, just..."

He stopped and mustered up the courage to look back at Brahmacarta.

Fan Xing was startled by his broken eyes, and stopped to look at him.

Standing in the middle of the alley, the two of them blocked a narrow alley.

"I asked her to return the money bag to you, can you not beat her?" Jiujiu asked in a low voice after holding back for a long time.

Fanxing opened his eyes slightly.

The ragged boy hesitated and said: "Our family is poor, and there is nothing good to compensate you...you can ask me to do anything, don't scold her...well, it's okay to scold her, but don't beat her, she It's a girl, she's going to get married in the future, if you want to hit me, hit me... Then, don't hit me too hard..."

His voice became lower and lower, and even his head lowered.

Fan Xing finally understood what he meant, but after understanding it, he was even more dumbfounded.What's the matter, Buddha's face can be said to be the most gentle and kind face in the world, but can this child recognize him as a brutal bully?

"Poor monks don't beat people." After thinking for a long time, he didn't know how to answer, Fanxing could only sincerely explain his innocence, "Anger is a taboo in practice, the little benefactor should worry too much."

Being told that he was worrying too much, Jiujiu moved his mouth and looked at the monk with complicated eyes.

The monk in front of him looks like a good man. He has been in the three religions since he was a child, so of course he can recognize that his temperament is harmless and gentle, but he knows people, face but not heart. Who knows what is under the harmless skin? She was able to grow up to the age of nine in peace and stability, without being tricked into a brothel or sold to a wealthy family as a slave. Apart from being protected by her sister, she was also smart and knew how to distinguish between good and bad.

The life of the past few years has taught him a big truth that no matter how nice what others say, just listen to it, at most you can only believe three or four points, if there is more, it will kill your life.

So he didn't say anything more, and walked forward again with a dull head, Fan Xing followed him step by step, and the two walked through the streets and alleys until they came to a dilapidated residential house.

The houses here are clustered together, covered with wooden boards or incomplete tiles, and some even use straw to cover the roof. The houses are short and crooked, and the road opposite the door is only one person wide. The road is full of unknown sewage, mixed with chicken excrement. Most of the children running here have bare buttocks dragging their noses and no shoes on their feet. The women's complexions are old and tired, and the wrinkles on their faces are filled with the sorrow of poverty.

"Master Jiu is back!" A child saw the two of Fan Xing with sharp eyes and pointed to this side and shouted.

A large group of children immediately cheered and gathered around: "Master Jiu, what do you want us to do with you?"

Jiujiu walked away, waving his hands impatiently: "Not today, I will look for you tomorrow."

He obviously had a lot of prestige in this group of children. As soon as he waved his hand, the children stopped immediately and stood there curiously watching them go in. After watching them for a while, they couldn't help shouting: "Remember to call us!"

Jiujiu raised his voice: "Got it!"

Fanxing followed him and continued to walk in, passing by countless houses with low eaves, until he reached the end, he saw a low house that was the same as the other houses. There is also a layer of thatch, so there should be no water leakage in rainy days. There is a big hole in the wooden board at the door, so that Brahma can see the situation inside at a glance.

"Yan Duotang!" Jiujiu didn't mean to greet people at all. He stood at the door and roared majesticly. At the same time, he raised his hand and opened the door. scene.

The size of the room is pitifully small, and a piece of old blue cloth with sparse lines is hung in the center to separate a space. The scene behind the cloth cannot be seen. When the door is opened, there is a table with missing legs and two tables of different heights. broken chair.

On the table was a broken basket familiar to Fanxing, and sitting beside the table was a girl familiar to Fanxing.

Sixteen or seventeen years old, with slightly dark skin, a big braid on the back, blue-gray dress, ordinary appearance, the only impressive aura eyes looked over in panic following the shout, Seeing Fanxing at the door, she stood up with a huff, subconsciously took a step back, and brought down the stool behind her.

The stool fell to the ground, and with a bang, a wooden leg fell off.

Fan Xing heard the boy beside him click his tongue in distress.

"Yan Duotang! You went out to steal again, didn't you? Give it back to him!" Jiujiu didn't care what she did, and asked with a livid face, "How many times have I told you, I don't want you to go out and do this, you do this Is it embarrassing for things that can’t be put on the table?! I said I can get money!”

The girl in the room clenched the things in her hand, her expression was extremely ugly: "Can you get money?! What money can you get!"

Her voice is very soft, with a natural soft feeling like water, and even when she is angry, she can't raise her volume much: "I won't steal, you can't get on the stage if you do those dirty things! Why do you say I'm !"

Jiujiu stared at her: "Why can't I get on the stage?!"

The girl followed up and said: "You hang out with those dubious women and do things for them, do you think I don't know?!"

Jiujiu slapped his hand on the wooden door suddenly, and there was a sharp crisp sound. The girl in the room was startled. She probably had never seen such an ugly expression on her younger brother's face, and slowly closed her mouth.

"I run errands for them, and they give me money. This is a very fair thing. What does it have to do with their identities? You steal and cheat, who doesn't know you do this? You are going to marry in the future, and I'm different, if you continue like this, who else is willing to marry you? Wasn't the Yang family interested in you last time? He is a scholar, and following him will have a good future, if you continue like this..."

The boy's voice was trembling, he stopped for a while, strode into the room, raised his hand to touch the bamboo basket, touched the air twice, turned his head and stared at the girl's hand, The voice was so cold that ice dross fell: "Give it to me."

The girl poked her neck: "No."

Jiujiu lowered his voice: "Give it to me!"

The girl stared at him fiercely, pointed at the Brahma at the door, and shouted, "I'll steal and trick you into raising you so much, and you'll learn how to bring people home to arrest me when you turn around, right? I really raised you!" My good brother!"

Jiujiu's face turned blue and green, looked at Fanxing and then at his sister, took a deep breath, and lowered the volume a lot, as if he didn't want Fanxing to hear: "You return the money to him, he promised me I won’t do anything to you...You give it back to him, don’t steal it again, okay? I will find a way to deal with my mother’s illness, and the fourth brother Hei said that he will give me a chance..."

"Second Hei?" The girl's face tensed up, and she scanned her brother's body up and down, "You went to find Fourth Hei?! Who told you to look for him! Are you crazy! Are those guys real? Those who can use knives to kill people! What good will happen to you after you hang out with them!"

Jiujiu gritted his teeth and pulled her wrist: "I have a sense of proportion! I'm young and I don't know how to get involved in that kind of thing. At most, I was instructed by them to run errands, and I will quit when I pay back the money... You take the money Give me!"

Yan Duotang's lips were trembling, and he was caught off guard by grabbing the money bag from his hand. Seeing his younger brother handing the money bag to the monk at the door, he suddenly said: "You go, don't stay in this house."

Fan Xing saw the boy's hand froze as he handed out the money bag, and his whole body was a little numb.

Yan Duotang stood behind him, and said word by word: "You are hanging out with the black and old four, and sooner or later you will implicate us. I will find a way to deal with my mother's illness. You go, don't drag your mother down, just be your mother without you." Son, I don't have a brother like you either."

The girl's hands on the table were trembling, but her words were steady: "You don't like me stealing things, and I don't like you hanging out with those women. Our siblings are like enemies. You It also provoked the black fourth brother... Yan Wujiao, we are not as courageous as you."

Fan Xing's hand holding the Buddhist beads stopped suddenly, and Buddha, who originally stayed out of the matter and didn't intend to get involved in the family's troubles, raised his eyelashes.