Water flowing clouds

"Kunlun." He called the witch god's old name, and looked for him under the dim light, looking for the Kunlun who had treated him sincerely many years ago.However, no matter whether you recognize it or not, the old Kunlun will never come back, and this one is the "butterfly slough" of the previous one.After thousands of trials and tribulations, she transformed into a god with mortal desires, the divine power ascended to the top, and life and death were seized, and one said nothing.The only thing that remains the same is probably the witch god's "response to every request".With the help of power and influence, this "response to every request" was realized at an incredible speed, which seemed to be difficult for mortals, but he easily made a result for him.If you don't want to owe him, you still owe him.It is still difficult to pay him back.The two went round and round, still in touch.

This time, we encountered a catastrophe that almost destroyed us. All the good-hearted expectations we had in the past were shattered. It was not a turning point, but some things were too broken to be pinched.In the past few years, I have been tossing and turning in the world of mortals, searching up and down, but I have nowhere to rely on.What else can he do other than ask for some warmth from the "Kunlun", who has been humiliated since childhood?Because others can't afford this "warmth".Master can't do it, seniors can't do it, not to mention the few friends who are always separated from him. No one has given him the warmth of such a real "home" like Kunlun.This warmth is not specific, it may be just a lamp lit in the place where we live, lit early, waiting to return home, it is amiable, even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire and abyss in front of us, there is always a lamp and a house behind us. Refuge.For this bit of warmth, he was willing to take out something in exchange.Like this body.What is owed today is paid off today.But the witch god was uncharacteristically, he refused to pay attention to his "repayment", as if he had escaped into Buddhism, accepted the oath, had few desires and pure heart, and was no longer confused by the appearance of the world.If you only suffer but don't pay, you will inevitably be panicked and confused.

Simply call him, let him come over, and take what he should take.

The witch god came slowly, sat down on the edge of the bed, took a fixed look at him, stretched out his arms to hug him, laid him down lightly, rested his head and neck on his thighs, and put his hands on top of him, behaved himself, and would never go overboard. step.Knead and press from the eyebrow arch, Cuanzhu, Yuyao, Sizhukong, Baihui, Tianchong, Jiaosun, Yuzhen, Fengchi, a few big points are precisely pinched, and the force is just right. After a round of pinching, the headache subsides slightly .

"Kunlun... I have something... I need your help."

The sorcerer seemed to have expected that he would have something to ask, so he didn't say anything, waiting for him to finish speaking.

What they were looking for before was money, but now they are looking for "people".

He Jingzhen has already brought Chen Daniu's widowed mother to Dingxian County, rented a house, hired a nurse, and asked doctors for medicine. So far, the treatment is neither good nor bad.The elderly are not sick, but they are sick in their hearts. If they cannot be cured by heart medicine, they will never get better.During this period of time, she always said that her right eyelid was twitching, and her heart was flustered. She wondered if something happened to her son. She kept asking around how to get to Weizhou. live.The mother gave birth to a son, and the son died suddenly. The mother must have had a premonition, so she looked for it regardless, and had to see it with her own eyes to feel at ease.But, is there anything else to watch?People are buried in three feet of loess and rotted away, where to go to see.So you have to find a "substitute". You don't want to be complete from head to toe, from shape to spirit, but you have to be [-]% similar, otherwise you can't hide it.In a hurry, where can I find such a person?So I have to pray to this God with hands and eyes to the sky.

"Take a rest tomorrow, I want to visit the old man..." I need a double to take care of it, otherwise I won't be able to pass.

"Okay." All the thoughts and desires are fulfilled.Have a heart.

The witch god has lived for thousands of years, and there are fewer and fewer things that can be cared about. Those who are in love with each other can really be called digging out their hearts and lungs.He looked at the face of his subordinates—a little haggard and sad.A pang of heartache.Thinking back many years ago, people were still tiny in their eyes, so small that they were afraid of falling and melting, and they were clumsy in feeding, caring, and taking care of them. After more than [-] years, they have grown bigger and changed.Years passed by year after year, and his years ran away irrevocably.Sijun failed, the years are too late.He intends to spend his whole life waiting for someone, but before he arrives, his heart grows old.The old heart can't stand the turmoil, and now I just want to be quiet for a while.

It's been a long time since the two of them stayed in silence like this, without arguing, pressing, or desire.The sorcerer hummed a southwestern ballad, how old it was, he hummed it in Miao dialect, how many vicissitudes, how many worlds have been turned upside down, desolate but warm.This song is connected with He Jingzhen's wandering childhood and youth, until now, when I look back suddenly, I suddenly realize that in the past twenty years, even though he has been wandering around like floating duckweeds, his roots still yearn for a place to live in .This Yiqi is located in a border village in the southwest, a building on stilts, a big river winding through the building on stilts, a group of people who "rush to the Daxu" on the [-]th day of the Lunar New Year.Memories when you are young are especially not easy to wither, and they are fresh and fresh over time.Gezi and Gezi depicted the ordinary scenery of the Southwest, peace of mind, and the drowsiness that he hadn't visited for a long time, slowly immersing him at this time, and when the song was over, he also fell into a dream.

Seeing that he was fast asleep, the witch god gently put him back on the bed, put a tent and covered him with a quilt, the quilt was still covered in the same way as when he was a child, and the entire area below the neck was covered by the quilt, making it impenetrable to the wind. , Roll up another layer under the soles of the feet to wrap the feet completely, lest he kick the quilt.The foot is the defense of the body, if the foot catches cold, all kinds of diseases will arise, if the foot keeps warm, all diseases will not invade. 24 years old, and there is someone who is worried about the cold and temperature of his feet, how affectionate this person is.In the depths of love, words and deeds can't distinguish right from wrong, good from evil, and can't reason anyway.He is not only chasing and urging him, but also has a lot of patience, a lot of care, and a lot of care.In front of him and behind him, there is no one who is like this god, who is so determined to resist everything in the world for him, regardless of the price, regardless of the reason, and to answer his request.Even trivial matters such as decocting medicine have to be handled by myself.

A small stove with kerosene, a clay pot for boiling medicine, a grass fan, and a person guarding the fire.

He Jingzhen woke up from a two-hour sleep, and what he saw was such a homely scene, he couldn't help feeling sad and desolate—this god manages it like this, calling him around, but he refuses to accept "reward", so he can rest assured. He owed a sum of debts, and has been entangled to the end ever since.

"Are you awake? Let's drink the medicine." The witch god poured out a small bowl from the medicine cup, held it up and blew it cool, and brought it to him, asking him to drink it.

He Jingzhen had mixed feelings in his heart, and he couldn't tell what it was like.He took the bowl, raised his neck and poured it down.

In order to clear the heart fire, coptis was put in the medicine, and the bowl of medicine was so bitter that his tongue became knotted. He couldn't taste the bitterness, nor could he taste other flavors, but only his own inner struggle and swing—— If you want to break him, he can die to the end, and would rather break than bend, but he doesn't know what to do with someone who treats you tenderly and carefully.What's more, there are so many years of dependence on each other, a relationship that is as messy as a gossamer, how can it be sorted out?

The witch god understood his struggle and sway, and also saw his chaotic and unorganized thoughts, and wanted to leave him alone, so he greeted him and went out.At dawn, bring a man back.

He Jingzhen couldn't even breathe when he saw this "stand-in" who was [-]% like him.

It turns out that a person buried in the yellow sand can still "return his soul" in this way.

"Chen Daniu?"

"Chen Deyuan?"

"You say I am, then I am." The "dog skin plaster" that has returned to the soul showed a mean smile, and looked at him with small eyebrows.

Even the voice and demeanor seemed to be in a terrifying situation, it didn't seem man-made, it was uncanny workmanship.

When asked about his family's situation, he answered fluently without missing any details, almost fooling He Jingzhen into being serious.If there is anything else to say, prepare a few small gifts immediately, and lead the substitute to perform a play.

The road is not far, just two blocks away.The stand-in screamed at the door, "Mother" and "Mother" shouted very affectionately, when the mother opened the door, there was a cry, and the mother and son cried all the way in with their heads in their arms. After crying enough, they suddenly remembered. He Jingzhen pushed it out, sobbing and confessing to both sides, "Mother, this is the officer in my son's army. He has always taken good care of him. Brother, this is my mother."The old man lost his wife a few years ago, cried a lot, his eyes were clouded, and his eyes were blurred. Only then did he realize that there was another person standing beside him.The biggest official she has ever seen in most of her life is Li Zheng from the village. He clenched and clenched his hands and feet, standing stiffly, not knowing how to greet his son so as not to embarrass his son, he was completely at a loss as to what to do.When the substitute saw him, he hurriedly said: "Mother, don't be afraid, our chief is the one who takes pity on his subordinates the most, so don't be polite, go and cook something delicious. My son has been greedy for the food made by mother for several years, and finally I want to eat pancakes with shallots!"

This supports both sides.

The officer here gives up the seat, the tea, the sugar cake and the fruit.The mother stepped into the kitchen, and the mother and son were kneading the dough and lighting the fire. The work in their hands was the same as the common words on their lips. Slowly, one sentence and one hand, when it came to the past day, both mother and child were silent again. up.After a while, the son smiled again and said to his mother: "Mother, my son is planning to marry a wife before leaving. First, he will pass incense to our old Chen family, and second, my mother can also be accompanied by someone."The mother was overjoyed when she heard this, and hurriedly asked her son if there was anyone to choose, and the girl in such a hurry would be willing.The son still smiled and said: "Don't worry, the officer has already found a son for him, and the girl's family is also willing, and the matter will be settled in two days, and my mother can enjoy the happiness of a daughter-in-law in peace and security!".When the old man heard that the chief was also helping the media to stretch the fiber, his gratitude was beyond words. When it was time to eat, his gratitude became a bowl of rice full of tips, and chopsticks piled up to the top of side dishes.

After staying together for half a day, the old man fumbled some ways, knowing that his son is the most unassuming officer, pity the old and the weak, and have a warm heart. He couldn't help but relax a lot when talking. The war broke out again, trampled and looted everywhere, the half-yellow and green rice was destroyed in the fields, and a year's hard work was in vain. The famine spread, refugees everywhere, and they left their homes.It is also said that the chiefs are the ones who do great things, and the peaceful days of the common people have to be managed by the chiefs.In the end, I said that my son loves to be naughty since he was a child, and I hope the chief will forgive him a lot. He is strictly disciplined and taught even if he is beaten and scolded. At least let him learn some skills, otherwise, on the battlefield, the sword has no eyes... At this point, the old tears welled up in his eyes, and the son hurriedly changed the subject, "Mother, we will welcome the bride to come in the next day. It's a big happy event, why do you just say something depressing? Tomorrow I will go to the street with you to buy some things. Useful on the wedding day."

Stand-in acting is familiar, enough to deceive the world.But, can you deceive people, can you deceive your heart?

Facing a widowed mother who is old and lonely and lives by her son, what else can she do besides telling countless lies to satisfy her wish?

He Jingzhen lowered his eyebrows and stared at the bowl of rice in front of him. He couldn't help but eat even if he couldn't eat it. He counted the grains of rice and swallowed them. Each grain of rice was like a grain of sand with sharp edges and corners, cutting all the way down the esophagus , forming a solid piece of iron in his stomach, the pain was so painful that he didn't dare to breathe hard.

Just a few words made him feel like this, so what about the "wedding wine" in the fake show the day after tomorrow?But how?

If you can't survive it, you have to endure it. Since you have decided to tell a big lie, you must start well and end well, and get through this great torture and give each other an explanation.