Heaven is fearless

"Jiujiu, go out with your sister on credit and come back, and then go to Aunt Zhao's place to see if there are any more eggs." With Yan Duotang's support, Mother Yan sat up, put on her clothes, and brushed her messy hair with her hands. Wrap it in a hood.

She is not too old, she is not yet 30 years old, but the perennial illness has made her look old and thin, and the corners of her eyes are full of tired lines.

Yan Wuzhen frowned and wanted to say something, hesitated for a while, and was dragged out of the door by Yan Duotang, leaving only Fanxing and Yanmu in the room.

"Where did the master come from?" The woman smiled gently at Fanxing, sat on the chair where Yan Duotang had sat, picked up Yan Duotang and did half of the needlework.

In the basket were needles and threads of different colors and a half-finished child's bellyband. This kind of needlework was assigned by small tailor shops, and one job could earn more than ten yuan. To embroider a fat and round carp, Yan Duotang's embroidery work is average, and the carp only embroiders a head.

Brahma doesn't know how to chat, so it's okay to answer and answer, so Yan's mother asks him, and he answers honestly. The head was alive and playful in the woman's hands, as if a big fat carp really jumped onto the fabric.

This kind of embroidery work can be regarded as excellent among most embroiderers. If she is not sick, the whole family can live a life with more than enough food and clothing by relying on this handicraft.

"...It's really hard for the master to come here from such a far place. Did you come to the capital to visit friends or for sightseeing?"

Fan Xing twirled the rosary, and the rosewood rosary made a steady and crisp sound in his hand: "I just came here to admire the imperial city... The benefactor is very good at embroidery."

Mother Swallow's needle paused, looked down at the lifelike carp, and smiled: "The master praises it, but it's just a little skill, a woman's job, after a long time, she becomes proficient, it's nothing special. "

She pulled the topic away without a trace: "The outside world is doing better than me, grab a lot."

Fanxing thought for a while, and said whatever came to mind: "This needle method, the poor monk seems to have seen it before, and a female almsgiver who offered incense in the temple offered a piece of Buddhist clothing, and the Buddha patterns embroidered on it seemed to use this needle method. Law……"

Mother Yan's hand stopped.

Wordless silence spread in the room for a while, and Mother Yan sighed: "I worked in a rich family in the early years, which can be regarded as gaining some face in front of my wife. My husband and the master of that family are milk brothers, and they grew up together. Big, and later became a manager of a small size. After all, she grew up on her own milk. The mother-in-law loves the master as if she loves her own son. I have grown up with the young master and miss."

"My mother-in-law's eldest son died early, and two younger brothers and sisters under her husband also died. The mother-in-law raised Erlang a little bit. Tangtang was afraid of her father, so maybe she said some not-so-pleasing words. Listen, master. Forget it, don’t take it seriously.”

Fanxing blinked after hearing her finish such a long list: "Wujiu only told the poor monk that his father slipped and fell into the river and drowned a few years ago. Apart from this, his sister didn't say anything else."

Mother Yan was in a daze for a long time when she heard the words, and suddenly tears flowed from her eyes and she became hysterical: "Yes... Erlang fell into the river, he left us orphans and widows, hoot I fell into the river all at once, and I couldn't get it up no matter how hard I tried... my mother-in-law is gone, hanging on the beam of the house, shaking, shaking, shaking..."

The woman's eyes were fixed on the door, she spoke words that only she could understand, sometimes she laughed, her pale and thin face was full of nervous panic: "Hide it... hide the tweet in your mother's place." In the quilt..."

Fanxing stood up: "Female benefactor?"

The woman was still holding a sharp needle in her hand, Fan Xing was afraid that she would poke him, so he reached out to take the needle, but his dark and gloomy eyes stared straight at him: "You—you want to come and snatch it!" Did I chirp?!"

Fan Xing paused his hand in the air, and called thoughtfully: "Madam Yan?"

The woman shrunk herself back nervously, holding the needle in her hand, the tip of the needle had pierced into her palm, and the bright red blood slid down from her palm, but she was vigilantly looking at Fanxing without feeling any pain.

Seeing that the blood was getting more and more, Fan Xing chanted a Buddha's name in a low voice, said he was offended, and immediately stretched out his hand swiftly like the wind to touch a certain acupuncture point on Yanmu's arm, the woman's tightly clenched hand suddenly loosened, Fan Xing took out the needle that had stuck into her palm, and casually tore off a piece of sleeve to wipe off the blood and cover the wound for her.

When he bandaged, he didn't deliberately restrain himself. It didn't make any difference to him whether he was wrapping a human hand or a piece of stone or wood. Stimulated by the continuous pain, Mother Yan finally regained a little sanity in a trance, and looked at herself blankly. It took him a long time to let out an "ah", probably because he understood what happened to him.

"I made Master laugh, I... I've been a little out of my mind these past few years..." She wanted to explain, but she couldn't find anything to explain, so she fell silent.

Her previous behavior was no different from that of a lunatic, Fan Xing didn't ask why, Mother Yan's eyes wandered, and she unconsciously pinched her palm with her hand, and soon the snow-white cloth was stained with wet dark red again.

At this moment, Yan Wuzheng's angry voice came from outside, and he came back complaining from a distance: "Who wants to eat eggs? Wouldn't it be enough for you to take three, I don't like to eat that stuff, it's fishy Do it again, give the ones that are too much to your mother."

Yan Duotang followed aside and said kindly: "You are growing taller, and you can grow taller by eating more eggs. I recently took a job in a tailor shop, and I can still afford a few eggs."

The girl's voice was soft, but there was a tenacious insistence in her tone.

"Who wants to eat eggs to grow taller! Are you saying that I will not grow taller in the future?! I will grow to be as tall as seven feet in the future! No, eight feet! You can only see my chin when you look up!" Yan Wujiu was angry to fight back.

Yan Duotang perfunctorily hummed, entered the yard and said loudly: "Mother, I brought back four eggs, and Aunt Zhao also gave me a small bowl of distiller's grains, which can be used as distiller's grains...Mother, what's wrong with your hands?" gone?"

The girl was careful, and saw the dark red mark on Mother Yan's hand at a glance, her expression changed, she put the basket on the table, and bent down to look at her mother's hand.

"It's okay, I just accidentally stuck it." Mother Yan hid for a while, but she didn't dodge, and was caught by her daughter to examine it carefully.

"Get stuck?" Yan Wujiao reacted very quickly, and quickly fixed his eyes on the sewing basket, with a strange expression, "How could mother get stuck?"

Yan Duotang reacted a little slower, and then recalled: "My mother is so good at embroidery, and she pays attention to her hand guards. Even if she accidentally pricked her, how could she be tied like this..."

Fan Xing shut his mouth obediently, and put himself aside as a transparent person.

Mother Yan pushed her daughter's hand away: "It's really just a carelessness, I'm going to cook, Tangtang and I—"

"Let my younger brother go," Yan Duotang suddenly interrupted Yan's mother, coquettishly complaining, "He even quarreled with me a few days ago!"

Yan Wujiu rolled his eyes unhappily, he didn't refuse to work, but he insisted on winning or losing with his mouth: "Who quarreled with you! You're making unreasonable words! Wei, only women and villains are hard to raise!"

He caught a word he didn't know where he heard it, and stared at Yan Duotang with his hips crossed. He is not tall, and his nutrition can't keep up. He is far less tall than a nine-year-old child of the same age. Like a narrow square pot with legs growing out, there was an inexplicable sense of joy.

Yan Duotang didn't quarrel with him, and pushed him to Mother Yan's side, seeing him muttering and helping Mother Yan out of the house, his face became awkward and uneasy.

Fanxing saw that she wanted to talk to him, and deliberately sent Yan Wujiu away, but the stove was under the eaves, and the people inside could hear what the people inside wanted to say if the voice was a little louder, and Yan Duotang opened his mouth and spoke again. Closed, a small face flushed, repeated several times, still unable to say anything.

"My mother's hand..." Yan Duotang finally plucked up the courage, started in a very low voice, stopped after saying only four words, hesitated for a while, and hurriedly dropped a sentence, "Please Don't ask about my family anymore, mother is a little confused, even if you ask, she won't be sure."

She obviously saw that the wound on Mother Yan's hand was not as simple as being pricked by a needle, but she didn't pursue it further.

There was a meat dish for dinner, and there was a small bowl of steamed eggs in front of Yanmu and Fanxing. It was not until they were seated that Yan Duotang suddenly opened his eyes and realized: "This meat..."

Mother Yan was stunned, she was only thinking of thanking others, but she even forgot that the monk is a vegetarian!

The mother and the son looked at each other, Fan Xing lowered his eyes, still with that slightly shy smile, he gently pushed the steamed egg in front of him to Yan Wujiu: "It's okay, thank you poor monk has received it, this Give me a bowl of eggs to Wuzheng."

Mother Yan pinched her chopsticks in embarrassment: "This...Master, I..."

She reached out to stop the bowl of eggs, Fanxing's hand was much faster than hers, and with a light push, the thick porcelain bowl was pushed in front of Wujiu.

Wuzhen looked around, picked up the bowl and divided half of the eggs into the bowl of Yanduotang, and said to Fanxing with a smile: "Thank you, sir!"

This sir, he shouted very sincerely.

One egg for one sentence, sir, I don't know who will suffer.

Yan Duotang stared at the extra half steamed egg in the bowl, and was stunned for a moment, then quickly put the egg back into Yan Wujiu's bowl: "Okay, I don't like this egg with water, why don't you eat it?" I ate it."

Yan Wujiao glanced at her, didn't dispel this obvious lie, and picked up his meal sullenly.

Brahma has no fixed residence in the city, originally he was supposed to walk a few miles to the Fanyin Temple outside the city to rest, but after teaching an elementary school student who knows everything on the street, Yan Wujiu found a shelter for him in a ruined temple nearby .

Fanxing didn't have any requirements for food and lodging. He rolled up his sleeves and carefully cleaned the ruined temple. He cleaned up the broken doors and rotten tiles, and wiped the Buddha statue several times. This small ruined temple looked barely When he was able to live, he brought some straw and made a simple bed in a place sheltered from the wind.

As the night darkened, there was a narrow stream next to the ruined temple. It was not wide, but very deep. An adult man couldn't see his head standing in it. Fan Xing went to the stream to scoop up water and prepared to go back to clean the temple door. There is no need to sleep. At night, you either meditate and chant scriptures or clean up ruined temples. A cultivator has good eyesight, and he can see things in the dark night without even lighting a candle.

——You can also hear the rustling of grass blades in the breeze, and the barely audible sound of footsteps mixed in.

Under the faint moonlight, beside the desolate dilapidated temple, beside the gurgling stream, the monk squatting by the water unconsciously stretched out his hand to scoop up water and wet the rag in his hand. A slender figure slowly approached in the wild grass, like a rootless ghost , walked silently behind the monk, and slowly stretched out his hands——

"Madam Yan, can't you fall asleep?"

The monk in white stood up suddenly, no one saw how he moved, and firmly clasped the wrist of the visitor with one hand through his sleeve.

The clouds that covered the moonlight were blown away, and the clear moonlight sprinkled down, revealing a man who looked like a lotus flower and a woman with a tired and thin face.

"...Don't take Jiujiu away..."

She had an abnormal expression, as if she was sleepwalking and crazy. She didn't show any nervousness when she was caught by Brahma. Jiujiu... I can't find Jiujiu..."

She wailed incoherently, and her wide-open eyes were filled with confused and chaotic colors: "It's raining so much...Jiujiu can't see me and I will cry...Mother, please, don't take him away...Jiujiu I'm crying..."

Brahmacharya: ...

mother? ? ? ? ?

He was grabbed and called mother once by Yaochun before, and this time he was caught and called mother by mother Yan again, what's going on, does his face have the radiance of maternal love?

Fan Xing bent down to help the mother swallow, and the sound of the skirt sweeping the grass blades was heard not far away.

"Mother!" It was Yan Duotang who appeared this time, the tip of Fanxing's eyebrows raised slightly, and then fell down peacefully.

"Mom! Why are you out again?" Yan Duotang quickly took over and helped the mother of swallows. The girl from the farm had great strength, and it didn't seem difficult to lift up a scrawny mother of swallows. Staring blankly somewhere, muttering scattered words in his mouth.

"When I woke up at night, I saw that my mother was not on the bed, so I came out to look for it..." Yan Duotang showed an ugly smile at Fanxing, "She sometimes goes out at night like this..."

Fanxing nodded to show that he understood: "It's difficult to travel at night, poor monk will send you two back."

Yan Duotang lowered her eyes obediently, and helped Yan's mother to walk towards the simple and dilapidated little house step by step.

The ruined temple is not far from Yan’s house, and the three of them arrived within a quarter of an hour after walking. Yan Duotang helped Yan’s mother to bed. There was no candle in the house, so I had to open my eyes to see the outline of something clearly. Fanxing did not. This kind of trouble, he glanced inside, and saw that there was a wooden bed under the curtain, and the child on it was sleeping deeply, breathing peacefully, and the movement of Yan Duotang didn't disturb him at all.

Yan Duotang settled the mother of Yan, raised the cold and damp hair on her forehead, and stepped out to stand in front of Fanxing. The monk's vast and peaceful gaze shrouded her like a cloud and mist everywhere. Yan Duotang was almost exhausted. Only the strength of the whole body can keep the voice from trembling: "Master Fanxing... the night is getting dark, why don't you stay at home for one night, the house is simple, but there is still a bed outside..."

Her breathing was a little short, her eyes were lowered, her eyes fell on Fanxing's cuffs, and her voice was low.

Unexpectedly, Fanxing agreed without much hesitation, he stopped Yan Duotang from making the bed for him, let her sleep in the inner room, and sat down by himself at the door.

The monk in white black clothes sat quietly at the door of the poor house. His white clothes fell down and rubbed against the dirty ground. Rosewood beads were wrapped around his slender knuckles. He had a delicate face. There seems to be an eternal smile on his face, his eyes are closed, and his eyelashes cast a little shadow under his eyes, which is more compassionate and gentle than the Buddha statue on the lotus platform.

——With a temperament like Yan Wujiu, living in this place, surrounded by his mother and sister who need his care, he is like a small animal with bristling hair, maintaining the highest vigilance all the time, how can he be like Yan Duotang? Sleep peacefully amidst the movement?

——And the Yan mother night tour disappeared, Yan Duotang didn't wake up Yan Wujiu to search together, and ran out of the door alone?

Fan Xing stopped counting the prayer beads, and he seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long it has passed, even the cicadas are nowhere to be found, and everything in the world has entered a peaceful sleep. A faint cold light flashes faintly in the darkness, piercing towards Fanxing's heart!

"Ding--"

The crisp collision sound was louder than expected in the quiet night, Fan Xing calmly opened his eyes, the Buddhist beads in his hand pressed against a sharp sewing needle several inches long, and went upward along the sewing needle Looking at it, I saw the girl's panicked and frightened eyes.

"...The female benefactor, why does she stay up late at night?"

Brahma didn't seem to have seen the silver needle showing the murderous intent at all, and ignored the clumsy and fierce killer move just now, and his tone was as calm as asking her if she was insomnia.

Seeing that the needle in his hand was blocked, Yan Duotang knew that he would not be able to kill this man, and he was unable to kill him while he was asleep, and he was no match even after he woke up.

Yan Duotang loosened her fingers, and the silver needle fell into the soil while rubbing the beads, and the sharp silver light disappeared.

"I... I just..." Her face was pale, and she knew that she had nothing to excuse, she took a step back trembling, "Why did you come to my house, wouldn't it be good for us to live an ordinary life... Mom, it's been a long time I didn't think of that incident anymore, but you just wanted to get to the bottom of it... We moved out and hid far away, Jiujiu didn't know anything, so you let us go, can't you?"

Fan Xing looked at the girl whose body was trembling like an autumn leaf, with a blank expression: "...Sorry, what are you talking about?"

Yan Duotang raised his face, his tears-soaked eyes were full of trembling hatred: "Don't you understand what I'm talking about? What did you say to your mother during the day? You will be so restless that you will go out at night, you, you are here to find the young master of your Yan family, aren't you?"

"The young master of the Yan family who was replaced by my brother and grandma, you said so much about the Yan family today, didn't you just come to find him?"

Yan Duotang's voice was trembling unbelievably. In the dark room, a pale face belonging to a child appeared behind the curtain, with cold and bright pupils, looking at it.

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