Heaven is fearless

Yan Wujiu twisted his buttocks and rolled around on the ground like candy, with big eyes rolling around, observing Fanxing's demeanor, and properly assessing Fanxing's bottom line. His appearance is delicate and not annoying, but on the contrary Full of childish innocence and naughtiness.

He was wounded on the ground and quickly rolled out of the shape of a flower around Brahma, the monk on the futon looked puzzled but still lowered his eyes and just smiled and did not answer. Seeing this, Yan Wujiu knew that this was probably impossible. He also gave up neatly, sat up and shook the grass stalks on his body, grabbed a piece of dry green grass and put it in his mouth, approached Fanxing, and put on a sad face: "Amitabha, Master, you You can’t practice well, and when you see a bastard like me, you should grab your stick and slap me out, and then say a few words to me, that’s right.”

Fanxing patiently corrected him: "Monks generally don't call it a stick, they call it a magic wand."

Yan Wujiu groaned boredly with a grass stalk in his mouth, and heard Fanxing continue to say: "This temple is not my residence, why should I drive you out? Since you don't think what you are doing is wrong, then the poor Even if the monk said that no matter how much he turned back, it would be useless."

Yan Wujiu used his tongue to move the grass stalk to the left and then to the right, with the tip of his tongue sticking to his cheeks to protrude into a round bump: "Well...you are very good at saying such strange and incomprehensible words. "

Fanxing was taken aback for a moment, then smiled embarrassedly, Yan Wuzheng tilted his head and looked at him for a while, then sighed, his young and immature face showed a serious expression of an adult, ready to attack from another direction Second round of negotiations.

At the same time, Mother Yan, who just woke up, was sitting with Yan Duotang, teaching her how to embroider.

In the old days, the housekeeper's wife from a big family with a lot of food, even if she was not born in a special embroidery room, her skills and vision are much better than ordinary peasant women. It is more than enough to teach Yan Duotang. Nodding, whispering, the atmosphere is very warm.

The petals of a plum blossom gradually became three-dimensional and plump. Yan Duotang gave another injection according to his mother's instructions. After hesitating for a while, he asked sideways, "Mother, how did you sleep last night?"

Mother Swallow's needle pierced the silk. Hearing this, she looked up at her daughter and blinked blankly: "Last night... was fine, what's wrong? You didn't sleep well?"

Yan Duotang quickly lowered her head to avoid her mother's sight, and said vaguely: "It's not... I was in a daze yesterday and dreamed that you went out to play..."

Mother Yan was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Silly boy, I'm really sleepy, isn't mother at home all night, you are dreaming."

Yan Duotang didn't answer immediately, and it took a long time before he said: "Maybe. Mother, that master... seems to know something, he was telling us the story of Yan Mansion yesterday."

Mother Yan stopped the needle, and lightly patted Yan Duotang's forehead: "What does he know? We are just ordinary poor people, what is there to worry about? Take the needle well, and Lianlian can get three coins for this happy event." Woolen cloth."

Yan Duotang murmured and wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything, and obediently followed Yan's mother's guidance and focused on the embroidery.

On the side, Mother Yan is holding a more complicated magpie climbing a branch. She moves the needle very fast, but after Yan Dutang is completely immersed in her own world, her hands and feet gradually slow down, and she will feel like she is moving. Thinking of the eyes into the distance.

Yan Wujiu pestered Fanxing in the ruined temple for a while, and was held down by Fanxing to learn some words. He memorized these words by rote with his mouth flattened. The loach entered the sea and instantly jumped out of Fanxing's control range: "I remember, remember, the Nianchun Pavilion is going to set up a table this afternoon, I'll go help, and grab some food by the way, see you monk tomorrow!"

The angry voice in the child's voice disappeared in a short while. Fanxing taught him how to read and read, and also taught him what is etiquette, righteousness and shame in the eyes of ordinary people, but he never stopped him from going to those flowery streets and willow lanes. Yan Wujiu still had to run around looking for work Er, but compared to before, not having to worry about Yanmu's medical treatment money has made him much more relaxed.

Flower Street is open at night, from sunset to dawn, in the afternoon it starts to prepare all kinds of food arrangements for the evening, Yan Wujiao often goes to help out with errands, lucky enough to get a few copper coins, and a few steamed buns to go home .

This work will not end until nightfall, and the turning speed in the lobby is very fast, Yan Wujiu sometimes has to work all night long, running around non-stop, passing things to the boys and girls, and being embarrassed People are lovable with a smile on their face, sweet-talking will make things happen, and they have to be careful not to be seen by the guests. The workload is very heavy.

Yaochun knew that some customers had a perverted habit of liking children, so she was always in a hurry to send Yan Wujiu away early, but sometimes he was left behind because of insufficient staff.

Yan Duotang boiled the medicine and asked Yan's mother to drink it. Seeing that it was getting late and Yan Wujiu hadn't come back, she was a little restless, but Yan Wujiu repeatedly ordered her not to pick him up. She also knew that she was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl. What will you encounter when you go to that kind of place? When Heaven and Man are at war, Mother Yan speaks out first: "Did Jiujiu say when he will come back?"

Yan Duotang frowned: "No...he's always like this, coming back sooner or later."

Mother Yan stood up: "I'll pick him up."

Yan Duotang subconsciously wanted to object, but Yan's mother said in a good voice but unquestionably: "I will ask that master to come with me, you wait at home."

Hearing this, Yan Duotang didn't say anything if he wanted to object. If it was that master who was going with him, then there seemed to be nothing to worry about.

Mother Yan knocked on the door of the ruined temple in the darkening night, and bowed to Fanxing, who was looking over in the dim yellow candlelight: "Master Fanxing, believers have something to ask for."

Fan Xing looked at her, first the son begged him, and now the mother came to beg him, this family really had a good understanding.

Thinking of this, he stood up and went to help Mother Yan: "The benefactor has something to say."

Mother Yan looked out, showing a little hesitation on her face, Brahma knew, he had met many such pilgrims who had something to say, and the abbot taught him a dialogue template that he could use in it!

So he stepped out of the temple gate: "The small temple is poor, but the scenery on the side is not bad. Why don't the female benefactor talk while walking?"

The two walked slowly along the path next to the ruined temple, and heard the gurgling stream in their ears. Mother Yan was silent for a long time, and the first sentence was a thunderbolt: "Jiujiu is not my parent and child."

Fan Xing's eyes moved, but he didn't say anything. Seeing his reaction, Yan's mother understood most of it in her heart: "Master really knows, what did Tangtang say last night, right? say what……"

She closed her mouth and sighed again: "Does Jiujiu also know? He is very different today. After all, he is still young, and he can't hide things in his heart. I have raised him for a few years. I probably know what he thinks." Still know something."

She knew it all, Fanxing is a person who can't lie, one is one, two is two, and she no longer hides it, she nodded frankly: "He knows everything."

Mother Yan showed a wry smile: "I wanted to keep him secret for the rest of my life and raise him as my child, but since he knows everything, it is the end of our mother-child relationship. His personality is very similar to Madam, little At a young age, I have the courage to take care of the family's livelihood, I raised him for a few years, and he took care of me for a few years, so it's a settlement."

"I've long seen that he can't be a fool all his life with peace of mind. He dared to go out to make money when he was so young. He was born to be a superior person. We are just a drag on him by his side. Besides, he has such a background. Even if you tell him to be content with being ordinary, he won't be able to bear it for a few years."

This woman sees through the soul of the child she has raised for several years: "He has a fire in his heart."

Brahman realized that she just needed an audience, so he was happy to keep silent, and let Yanmu freely: "The master has traveled all over the world, has a wide range of knowledge, and has taken a fancy to Jiujiu's talent, so he is willing to accept him as a student. Jiujiu is still young, whether he wants to take revenge or take another path, I always hope that he will be safe and successful, and don't make decisions with passion at such a young age."

"Master has crossed countless people, can you take Jiujiu away from the capital, look around, and let him come back when he has learned a lot and reaches the age where he will not regret making a decision?"

These words were filled with a loving mother's painstaking efforts, and every word and sentence was full of tormenting love. After hearing her words, Fanxing's expression was moved: "Amitabha, how can a poor monk refuse to accept the motherly heart of the benefactor?"

Mother Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and asked seemingly unintentionally, "Who entrusted the Master to come to us?"

Fanxing once again brought out the set of rhetoric to fool Yan Duotang: "It was entrusted by an old friend."

Mother Yan thought for a while: "Is this old man old with the Yan family?"

Of course there is oldness, it would be strange if there is no contact and suddenly ask someone to look for it, Fanxing then replied: "It is true that there is oldness, the relationship is very close."

Mother Yan was silent for a longer time this time: "This old man, is the blood of the Yan family?"

Fan Xing didn't know what she was thinking of, so he didn't answer immediately, but his silence seemed to give Mother Yan an answer, she nodded knowingly, and stopped asking.

The moonlight was so clear that it shone on the stream, as if it had sprinkled handfuls of broken silver. She didn't ask any more, but Fanxing had a problem: "When we met a few times ago, the female benefactor cared a lot about Jiujiu. In your sleepy dream, you also shouted Jiujiu earnestly, and you don’t want him to leave your side. The poor monk is taking the liberty, can you ask me one more question, is the Jiujiu you are calling a student of the poor monk, or your own son? "

Yan's mother's footsteps stopped suddenly, her face was a little pale, avoiding Fanxing's sight, and forced a smile: "Of course...of course it is the child I gave birth to in October. When my mother-in-law took him away, I did it for this reason. I have been sad for so many years, and I can't let go of it for a long time..."

Fanxing said "Oh", turned around and continued walking along the river bank, his voice was calm: "The poor monk was just wondering, if you love your adopted son so much, how can you feel free to hand him over to the poor monk, it turned out that the poor monk misunderstood gone."

The woman behind him trembled, her palms were covered with sweat: "...No, I'm not..."

She bit her lip, feeling a little parched, and a sense of dryness rose up in her heart, which made her feel uneasy.

Fanxing still said unhurriedly: "But when it comes to Jiujiu going out to make money, the poor monk has a little doubt. Didn't Mrs. Yan hand over the money, gold and silver to the female benefactor to take care of him when he grows up? Listen to Miss Yan's words last night, Your family shouldn't be so impoverished."

The woman was distracted, and her words were faster than her mind, and she blurted out: "Erlang likes to gamble, and most of his family property has been gambled away by him, if it weren't for..."

Her words stopped abruptly, her eyes trembled slightly, as if something cold was about to burst from her chest, she instinctively held her breath.

Fanxing repeated: "It's a good gamble."

He looked up at the not-so-full moon, a lotus-like smile filled the corners of his eyes, and said in a gentle voice, "A gambler will never stop gambling for no reason... benefactor, do you still remember what happened last night?" What's the matter?"

Mother Yan stared straight at the slender and tall monk in front of her. For a moment, she sensed some kind of lofty and frightening emotion from this clear and compassionate monk. She subconsciously Dodging the question: "Last night? No...I went to bed early last night and didn't do anything."

Fanxing didn't turn around, and gently pierced her weak self-protection: "No, female benefactor, have you forgotten, you came out to find the poor monk."

The woman's pupils shrank, and there was a hint of bewilderment and horror on her face: "I... came out?"

Fanxing said: "Yes, I came out, and it was also by this stream, does the benefactor remember anything?"

"It's also...by this stream..." Mother Yan's eyes gradually became empty. Her eyes were sometimes chaotic and sometimes clear, and her breathing became rapid. The hands hanging by her sides were trembling. Push hard on Fanxing's back by the stream!

The unsuspecting Fan Xing was pushed vigorously by her, and slid directly into the stream. The banks of this stream are extremely high, like a deep and secluded valley. He reacted very quickly and grabbed the bank with one hand, and the turbulent current flowed under his toes of the water.

Rao was suddenly pushed into a life-and-death situation, Brahma's face was calm and peaceful, there was no trace of fear or anger in his eyes, he just looked at Mother Yan quietly: "Why does the benefactor want to harm the poor monk?"

Mother Yan, who was trembling badly, calmed down this time. She looked down at Fanxing, a pair of eyeballs inlaid on her pale face were horribly bright and scorching. She bent down slowly, and reached out to break Fanxing's hand Finger: "You want to take Jiujiu away."

Fanxing said calmly: "This is the request of the female donor."

Mother Yan took a deep breath: "No, even if I didn't say that, you would have taken him away... You came to find him, that old man—"

She brought her terrifyingly pale face closer to Fan Xing, and quietly asked, "Is that person Yan Leaning?"

Fanxing raised his eyelids, and before he could say a word, Mother Yan squeezed out two twitching laughs from her trachea: "I knew it! Only him! The Yan family has suffered a disaster, and the main family has no one. It’s also very depressing, only him! He betrayed the master’s family early on, and now he has become a high-ranking official, is he going to give Jiujiu to the emperor for reward? That’s what he did before!”

She was already in a crazy state, and she forcefully broke off a finger that Fanxing was holding on to the shore, and murmured: "I can't let you take Jiujiu away, you will all harm him, you will all sell him... Erlang , I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't sell Jiujiu, Jiujiu is a good boy...I'm sorry for you..."

She opened Fanxing's fingers one by one, her mind was dazed, she kept babbling, and she didn't know who Fanxing was. On the small hand that suddenly stretched out.

"Mother..." There were a few steamed buns scattered on the ground, and they fell a few feet away. The visitor was panting, his face was as pale as Yan's mother, and his voice was dry and out of tune, "Don't...don't be like this..."

Yan Duotang ran after him, Jiujiu went home and Mother was still missing, so they searched all the way, but they saw the horrifying scene where Mother pushed Master Fanxing down, and the cold night wind also knocked her intermittently. The words reached their ears.

Yan Duotang rushed over, pulling and hugging Yan's mother away from the shore, while Yan Wujiu stood where she was, watching Fanxing turn over lightly by herself.

Mother Yan's expression was still in a daze, calling Erlang and Jiujiu for a while, Yan Duotang hugged her tightly, and suddenly cried loudly: "Mother, wake up, dad's death is not your fault! He is about to sell Jiujiu!" , You didn't mean to push him... Mom, wake up!"