The Rebirth of Liu Erwa

Compared with when she was a child, Liu Erwa is not the same as when she was a child, except that she does not have the glutinous rice dumpling-like feeling of a four- or five-year-old child.The round, baby-fat face and dark eyes are basically the same as when I was a child.

In fact, Xia Yuan also saw him and recognized him.He walked around from the opposite side, greeted Bai Ling, then looked directly at Liu Erwa and asked, "Are you Liu Erwa?" Then he turned to Bai Ling, "Have you remembered?"

Bai Ling was a little confused.Seeing this reaction, Xia Yuan knew it in his heart, but he hadn't thought about it yet, Bai Ling's treatment of Liu Erwa was different from others, thinking that these two children were really destined to each other.

Liu Erwa was stunned by the shock, and she hadn't seen Teacher Xia for many years, so she was a bit awkward and shy, "Mr. Xia, why are you here?"

"Come to the old house to see my father, he is Housekeeper Xia." To be precise, it should be the adoptive father. "I haven't seen you for a long time. You have grown up so much."

Liu Erwa patted her head in embarrassment, but her heart was rushing, Mr. Xia, you have known Bai Ling for a long time, and you have been hiding it all the time.Looking at the gentle appearance on weekdays, I really can't tell it!Also, judging by Bai Ling's appearance, he probably doesn't remember him for a long time. Thinking of this, I can't help but feel a little disappointed.

Looking at Bai Ling's impatient expression, Xia Yuan felt a little amused, took Liu Erwa's hand, took the pen that he carried with him, and wrote a phone number and an address in his palm, "Come and find me when you have time." I'm playing. I still have something to do, so I'm leaving today."

Bai Ling thought that the old man was going to reprimand him for this project, but he didn't want his father, two uncles, and several of his younger brothers to be there, which was equivalent to gathering all the men of the Bai family together.His grandfather's generation was a single pass, and there was no grandpa.

Bai Ling's half-brother Bai Yun is three years younger than him, but he has never liked Bai Ling.He said in a strange tone, "Oh, brother is really busy, he even forgot the most important sacrifice of the year." Bai Ling's father gave his younger son a look and told him not to say a few words.

Bai Yun scoffed dissatisfiedly, and turned his head away.When he was at his home on weekdays, his parents spoiled him very much, and Bai Yun was also very satisfied with that kind of life.But every time he met Bai Ling, he felt that his father seemed to be a different person, a little cowardly, and a little afraid of Bai Ling, not at all like his usual appearance, nor like his father in his mind.

He hated Bai Ling very much. He felt that the existence of Bai Ling made the happiness of his family look like an illusion, and the love of his parents in front of him also looked like an illusion.There is also the Bai family, everyone rejects Bai Ling, but they are always cautious in front of him. He thinks such a Bai family is ridiculous and humble.

Ever since Bai Ling came back and saw him, he couldn't help feeling intense hostility towards Bai Ling.As a child, Bai Ling was locked in his yard.The servants would regularly deliver three meals a day to his window sill, and sometimes he would steal Bai Ling's lunch as a prank and feed it to the big dog at home.He couldn't get up early, and he was timid when it was dark, so he didn't steal breakfast and dinner.For a long time, Bai Ling thought that the Bai family only gave him two meals.

Bai Ling ignored his childish, idiot and spoiled younger brother, and acted as if he hadn't seen anyone else, and sat down on the sofa by himself.He also patted the seat next to him and told Liu Erwa to sit down.

Immediately, everyone's eyes in the hall were focused on Liu Erwa.Liu Erwa had no choice but to bite the bullet and sit down, keeping her legs together, trying to minimize her presence without being next to Bai Ling.A child sitting next to him, a cousin of Bai Ling's third uncle's family, immediately gave up the space and huddled with Bai Yun, in exchange for Bai Yun's white eyes.

Not long after, the housekeeper told Mr. Bai that everything was ready.The old man Bai led the male of the Bai family to the depths of the old house.The further you go in, the more and denser the surrounding trees become, and there is a gloomy feeling, and everyone is silent.

After walking in the forest for about half an hour, a mountain wall appeared in front of the group of people. The mountain wall was steep and smooth, with many small and dense pine trees growing on the top.The butler found a mechanism button on the mountain wall, and the stone wall half the size of the door slowly rose.Old man Bai turned his head and glanced at Liu Erwa, then at Bai Ling, the meaning was obvious.

Liu Erwa finally had an inspiration, and mumbled to Bai Ling, "I'd better not go in—"

Bai Ling didn't care what the old man meant, and ordered Liu Erwa, "Follow".

Liu Erwa thought, this is probably Bai Ling's ancestor's tomb and the spiritual seat. In their village, these are not big secrets, and it's nothing to follow in, but you can't violate the meaning of Bai Boss, otherwise the consequences will be very scary.You won't scold you if the white boss doesn't turn back, but he can always think of hundreds of ways to make you feel uncomfortable.

Of course, he was also curious about making it so mysterious.

As soon as she entered the cave, she felt a slight chill all over her body, especially her back. Liu Erwa couldn't help but want to look behind her for something.But his grandma told him since he was a child that the more frightened a person is, the less he can casually look behind him.

It's the beginning of summer now, and it's almost twelve o'clock.Thinking of being in the city center, it would definitely be extremely hot, and the large area of ​​cement was baked to the brim.Two or three servants of the Bai family lit torches, reflecting back and forth.When entering the sacrificial hall, Liu Erwa only saw relief carvings on three sides, which looked very old. There was a large stone table facing it. There were three small copper incense burners on the stone table. On the stone wall against which the table rests, there is carved a thing that looks like a dragon or a snake, twisting and coiling into several circles, with cloud patterns on the top and water patterns on the bottom.But the stone statue was carved for a certain age, and it was a little fuzzy, and the sense of deterrence was much less. Liu Erwa just felt a little weird looking at it.

But what surprised Liu Erwa the most was that Bai Ling was not the one who offered incense first, but Bai Ling.After Bai Ling finished offering incense, he offered incense in sequence according to senior and young, and kowtowed before the table together. Old man Bai's lips moved, not knowing what he was talking about.

In the blur, Liu Erwa felt a little dazzled. He seemed to see a cloud of white mist rising from the dragon on the stone wall, only a pair of black piercing and sharp eyes were exposed.The white mist changed, as if it had turned into a graceful figure, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

Suddenly, those sharp black eyes looked at him, and Liu Erwa felt a flash of white flowers in her head, and she passed out.Bai Ling was a little absent-minded at first, and he always rejected and despised things at home.Hearing the sound of Liu Erwa falling to the ground, he immediately rushed over, ignoring the angry and fearful eyes of Old Master Bai and others, and carried Liu Erwa out.

The author has something to say: I have seen others say before that writing web articles must have a theme.I didn't know why at the beginning, but when I wrote it myself, I found that I couldn't write any more, and I realized how important it is to have a theme.Even if it is an online article, the main purpose of writing an article is to express something. If it is not clear, it will be boring after writing.Sometimes, at the beginning, you may still remember what you want to express, but later on, whether you like it or not, you will easily forget the feeling of writing at the beginning.Then, it was either stuck or stuck or flooded—how sad—so I admire A Du’s big articles. Every article, from the beginning to the end, insisted on the theme he wanted to express.There is also the feeling of the written text, and it is difficult to create that feeling. The texts of Adu and Chen Xiaocai feel very artistic.Judah’s smoke and stones and water are great for telling stories——now my head is really messed up ╮(╯▽╰)╭