Dabaojian he is too cute

Throughout the ages, war and famine have always accompanied each other.

The once bustling village was looted after the war, and there were mutilated corpses and starved people everywhere, exuding a strong stench.

In this environment, it is difficult for people to discern the passage of time and the traces of life.

A seven or eight-year-old boy lay prone in a corner, his will extremely blurred by hunger and lack of water.

Is he dead... It should not be, otherwise it wouldn't be so painful.

When his consciousness was about to fade away, he felt a man stepping over countless corpses and walking in his direction.

This man was tall, wearing brand-new and neat clothes, and his face was clean. He didn't look like someone who would appear on the battlefield at all.

It might not be a person, but his dream, the boy thought vaguely.

The man approached step by step, his footsteps kicking up dust, and just as he passed by him, the boy stretched out his hand.

He didn't know where he got his strength, but his short and slender arms firmly grabbed the opponent's ankles.

The man was forced to stop, looked back, and pulled his feet silently.

Without pulling it out, the dirty little hand seemed to have taken root on his foot.

The man pulled it out again, and the boy stretched out his other hand to hug him tightly.

At that time, there was only one thought in his mind, and that was not to let go even if he died.

The man looked at him, stood there for a long time, finally sighed, reached out and picked him up like a chicken, and took him away from this barren land.

The boy was taken to a luxurious palace. The man didn't give him water and food for the first time, but threw him into a large water tank.

Soak, soak, fish out, soak again, soak again, fish out again, and so on.

The boy drank water during the process, and his life was barely saved.

The man picked him up from the tank with one hand, looked at him for a moment, "Why is it still so dirty?"

Finally, the man found a brush for cleaning pottery, squatted down, and cleaned the boy carefully.

The man looked at the clean little boy in front of him, and couldn't help being a little dazed.

This child's eyes are blue-gray, and his skin is as white as snow. No matter what angle he looks at, he looks good.

"Thank you for saving my life, my lord." The boy hastily knelt down and kowtowed to his benefactor.

As a result, the benefactor ignored him at all and left.

Immediately the boy was hungry, but since the man did not speak, which was very frightening to the child, he had to follow the man in silence.

The boy followed the man to the main hall, and saw a gorgeous long table filled with delicacies and exotic fruits.

He had never seen so many delicious food, carefully observing the man's expression.

The man took a large piece of paper made of bamboo strips and began to pack the food on the table, which was half the height of a boy.

Just as the boy was wondering, he was picked up again, and he was thrown out of the palace with food.

After a while, another gourd was thrown out, which should contain water.

"Thank you, sir!" The boy quickly wanted to kowtow again, but the benefactor slammed the door behind him.

The boy looked back in a daze, and found that there was a boundless desert in front of him!

This palace was actually built in the desert!

And he no longer remembered the path the man took when he brought him here, and it didn't take long in his impression.

The boy sat down next to the food pack, and instead of eating or drinking, he ate only a few grapes.

He knew that to get out of the desert, he had to save food.

The problem is, with such a big bag, he can't move it at all...

Inside the palace, the man stood in front of a round mirror, which reflected the appearance of the boy outside the palace.

The boy opened the package, began to carefully select, threw out the fresh fish with peaches and ginseng fruits rewarded by the heavens, and finally embarked on the journey with a bag of buns and steamed buns.

man:"……"

The boy stopped and went, carefully controlled his food intake, and slept behind a big rock at night.

It has to be said that this boy made him see the tenacious vitality of mortals.

This made him unable to understand why mortals are short-lived and live a hard life, so why do they have to live so desperately.

When he was thirsty, the boy opened the lid of the gourd and drank a little of the water inside.

That is also the fairy wine rewarded by the heavens.

Afterwards, the man saw a scene he will never forget.

After a little drink, the boy went out of his way and started jumping up and down, pulled out the spines of a dozen cactus, and started urinating in his precious mirror...

Finally, the boy began to dig the hole, lay down peacefully in it, and began to fill in the soil.

The man frowned deeply, what the hell is this mortal doing?

Thankfully, the boy finally sobered up, crawled out of the sand, resumed his dirty and ugly appearance, and continued on his way.

But this time, what greeted him in front of him was a hungry worm.

The man waved his hand, and the image in the mirror disappeared. He thought to himself, this is the life of a mortal, even if he saved him a hundred times or a thousand times, he would still die.

The boy was picked up again before he was torn apart by a beast he had never seen before.

He was rescued by the benefactor again and returned to the palace. This time the benefactor locked him in a room. Although he did not meet or speak to him, he would regularly send him food and water every day.

Although the boy felt strange, his heart was full of gratitude. His father taught him that a drop of water should be repaid by a spring, and the boy always remembered it in his heart.

So, when the man brought him food on the third day, the boy grabbed the corner of his robe.

"What do you want to do again?" the man opened his mouth, but refused to look at him, "Saving your life, isn't that enough, you mortals are greedy."

The boy was frightened, but he still mustered up his courage and said firmly: "I just want to ask your name. When I become an adult, I will definitely repay you."

The man froze for a moment and looked back at him.

The boy looked at him firmly, refusing to look away.

"In my eyes, it's only a matter of time before you grow up." The man said coldly, "You want to repay me in just a few decades?"

"Yes." The boy didn't flinch at all at the moment, and said seriously: "My lord will provide me with room and board, and I am willing to be your helper."

The boy was not the most favored child in the family and had been helping out for as long as he could remember.

However, ignoring his determination, the man still ignored him, turned around and left.

The next day, the boy took the initiative to come out of the room, ready to help clean the palace.

However, the amazing thing is that the huge palace is spotless, even if you walk on the ground with bare feet, you will not get a little bit of dust.

What is even more strange is that there is no sign of people in this palace at all.It stands to reason that to keep such a large palace clean and tidy, there should be many waiters, but the boy walked for a long time without seeing anyone.

Did not see that man either.

Still refusing to give up, the boy found a cloth and washed it, trying to find corners where dust would accumulate.

After working for a long time, he not only lost his way in the palace, but was also tired from walking.

He sat down against the wall and fell asleep in a daze.

In the dimness, he was picked up by someone again, and finally he was placed on a wooden bed and covered with a quilt.

When he woke up, the man in front of him was sniffing quietly.

Seeing him open his eyes, the other party quickly pulled his hand away in embarrassment, and looked at him coldly.

"What are you doing again, short-lived ghost." The man said, "When it's time for dinner, you're not in the room, who gave you permission to run around in my bedroom?"

"Short-lived ghost" has become a name that men call him. It doesn't sound like a good thing, but the boy still accepts it calmly, because he doesn't have a name yet. Difference.

From this day on, they have more chances to meet each other.

The boy can move freely in the palace. He can't see what his benefactor does. According to his past knowledge, the richest person in the world is the emperor, but the emperor... seems to have been killed in the war long ago .

And this man may be a secluded desert expert, or a god.

He didn't need to work—at least the boy didn't see him working in front of him, and spent most of his time sitting and drinking, dazed, or doing some very delicate handicrafts.

The crickets that men make out of bamboo strips can chirp and birds can fly, though they only live for a short time.

The boy thought it was amazing, and often squatted beside him to learn secretly, picking up scraps to weave by himself.

Although it can be weaved very similarly, the butterflies under his hand will not come to life.

"Short-lived ghost." The man called him suddenly.

The boy stopped knitting and raised his head.

A piece of extraordinarily light cloth covered his head. He took it off and saw that it was a set of gorgeous clothes.

The man didn't speak, but the boy knew it was for him, so he got up and kowtowed quickly.

"Wait." The man picked him up directly, "What's the use of worshiping me? Go worship the God of Wealth."

"Are you a fairy?" The boy finally asked the doubts in his heart.

"Why, do you want to be a fairy?" The man looked at him.

The boy shook his head hastily.

"Yeah." The man nodded approvingly, and then asked: "Then do you want to learn a craft? I'll raise you to adulthood, and you can survive with a craft."

When he said this, the expression on his face was very contemptuous, as if he was looking at a weak ant.

The boy nodded, he wanted to learn how to weave crickets or butterflies.

"Short-lived ghost." The man said, "My name is Zhong Yu, and I will be your master from now on. Do you have a name?"

The boy shook his head, then nodded again.

He said: "The elders at home call me Gouwa."

Zhong Yu: "..."

"That's it." Zhong Yu looked out of the palace, and said slowly: "I have lived in the sand sea for a long time, and I haven't seen a green shade for a long time..."

The boy looked at him for a moment with those blue-gray eyes.

"Under the shade of the two trees, Yue Yue, you can call him Zhong Yue from now on." Zhong Yu said.

So, Zhong Yue took his new name, still insisted on kneeling down, and respectfully kowtowed three times to Zhong Yu.

"Zhong Yue would like to listen to Master's teachings. Master will be a teacher for a day and a father for life." Zhong Yue raised his head and said seriously.

"Go away, stupid mortal." Zhong Yu said angrily, "I don't have a son like you as a teacher!"