Waiting for the wind, waiting for the rain, waiting for your return

On the day of the Hungry Ghost Festival, you can rest for a day, and you can dress freely. All the sacrificial objects can be collected from the Sanqing side hall.

On the way out in the afternoon, Jun Fu happened to meet Zhong Yuan carrying a bamboo basket covered with a white cloth. It turned out that it was the Ghost Festival to worship ancestors, so Jun Fu went with him.

There were very few people in Xifeng Siyuan in the afternoon, and Xiao Zhongyuan also deliberately avoided the time when there were many people in the morning. At this time, the weather was gloomy. Zhongyuan took out sacrifices such as candied fruit and vegetarian food from the bamboo basket, lit joss sticks, and began to burn the words: The recipient's envelope.

Jun Fu glanced at it, and found that "Mother" was written on the small envelopes.

"Never heard you mention your father."

Xiao Zhongyuan's pupils narrowed slightly, decisive and cold: "I don't have a father, in my heart, he is already dead."

A colorful paper kite landed in the courtyard.At that time, Zhong Yuan, who was still small, picked up the paper kite, looked up and saw the faint laughter and shouts of children in the distance.

During the lunch break, my mother was still taking a nap inside the house.

He hesitated for a moment, as if mustering up a lot of courage, he carefully stepped out of the courtyard door with the kite in his arms, and walked out of the narrow world for the first time.

The stone path meanders forward, and a few small birds peck at the road. Hearing the sound of footsteps, they flap their wings and fly up to the treetops, chirping.The breeze blew on his face with the heat of the sun, and it was a little stuffy, but Xiao Zhongyuan held the kite tightly, feeling a little anticipation.

A group of children appeared in the field of vision, the younger ones were about his age, and the older ones were much taller than him.Some of them were pushing and blaming each other: "It's all your fault! You broke the string of the kite, now it's over, everyone has nothing to play with!"

He was a little timid. Looking at the group of children, he finally gathered his courage and asked three times before he was heard: "Is this the paper kite you dropped?"

The children noticed him, and a child about his age rushed over, grabbed the paper kite with his hand, and pushed him back heavily, "Okay, so you stole our paper kite!"

"No...I didn't. I fell in the yard." He felt wronged and hurriedly explained.

Even in summer, he was covered tightly, but the scales on his face and hands could not be covered.

The child noticed the green scales on his hands and face, and immediately shouted: "Come here quickly, this little thief is a demon!"

A group of children surrounded him like a monster. The color of the blue scales is very special, like blue or green, and the color is clear.Immediately chatted on twitter:

"Junior brother Xiao, when did Master buy a demon from Shifang Fanghua? This looks quite strange."

Another kid jokingly came up and pulled the scales on his body: "Look at the scales on this body, it's so ugly, is he a snake or a fish?"

He was terrified, but his immature face looked so ferocious and absurd. He turned around and tried to escape, but the children grabbed him, and more hands stretched out, began to tear his clothes, pull out the scales on his body, Blood flowed, he yelled, and they were all the more amused.

"Fish scale monster, fish scale monster..." Surrounded by the voices of children laughing wantonly, he squatted on the ground covering his ears, almost fainting, until his mother hurriedly hugged him back.

After my father found out, instead of sympathizing and comforting him, he was furious. Since he knew what he was like, he shouldn't have stepped out of Zitong Water Pavilion.

Looking at his furious father, at that moment he began to wonder whether he should not have been born in this world.

But the nightmare was far from over. Soon, the father asked the mother and son to leave Guixu with a cold face.

"Father, father, don't drive us away, the child will work hard to cultivate in the future, suppress the demon poison, and get rid of this scale."

Xiao Shu looked at his mother with a complicated expression, and finally said after a long while: "Lian'er, don't blame me for being cruel, Lin Huang already knows you. As the sect master of Guixu Immortal Sect, you must understand my difficulties."

The mother pulled Zhong Yuan up, wiped away his tears, looked at Xiao Shu and said calmly: "Master Xiao, it's hard for you to take in our mother and child for six years at the disgrace of the world. Everything will be fine for you."

The place that could barely be called home could no longer accommodate them, perhaps he should also thank Xiao Shu for not killing him.

After leaving Guixu Xianmen, because of his special appearance, his mother often dared to take him on the road at night.And the presence of demon catchers everywhere made my mother rarely dare to use demon methods to obtain the necessities of life.Living in the wind, sleeping in the open, being cautious, and wandering around, I was taken in to Wanggui Village. Fortunately, the kind-hearted villagers there accepted me, and finally ended the life of fear and fear, and spent the most peaceful and beautiful two years of my childhood there.

His tone was slightly calm: "My mother and I have been dependent on each other since we were born, but the people in the village treated us very well. Until the age of eight, my mother died of illness and was brought back to the Kunlun Market by the Master Shangqing who passed by and forgot to return. "

But the blood of the monster clan in his body has always troubled him, and he never dared to get close to anyone.

"Master, in your heart, does the demon represent evil and unbearable?" The young Zhong Yuan tugged at the hem of his clothes, lowered his head, anxiously waiting for Master's answer.

"Zhong Yuan", the Daoist Shangqing squatted down and looked straight into Zhong Yuan's eyes, "Good and evil are always in people's hearts, not in their origins. In the heart of a teacher, there is no distinction between monster race, human race, and fairy race. All living beings are equal. It's just However, the secular prejudices of thousands of years cannot be changed overnight."

The warmth from Master's palm was transmitted to Zhong Yuan's heart through skin contact: "Your mother is really a kind and powerful person. She has encountered so many injustices, but she just remembers the warmth she has received. You Remember what she said to you?"

"A Yuan, live a good life, don't complain, don't hate, I am very content to be able to have this mother-child relationship with you for another eight years." The corner of the mother's mouth smiled, and finally turned into a little bit of starlight and disappeared into the sky. In the spring rain.

But, mother, really, never hated or complained?

Jun Fu lit the ghost paper, and the flames that sprang up reflected his eyebrows and eyes: "I have never seen my mother and concubine since I was born, and I don't even know what my mother and concubine looks like. I was brought up by Aunt Qi."

Xiao Zhongyuan sighed deeply that the wealthy little prince in the world also had inhuman pain.

Jun Fu pulled himself together, and smiled again: "But I believe that my concubine has not left me." Pointing to his heart, "She will always be in my heart."

Thinking about it this way, it doesn't feel so sad.

"The old man that the master mentioned is your Aunt Qi?"

Jun Fu nodded: "Yes, Aunt Qi's real name is Qi Wei, she used to be a disciple of Kunlun Ruins, and she should be of the same generation as the three masters. It's just that Aunt Qi rarely talked about her past. She and my mother The concubine used to be a sworn sister, she had a very good relationship, presumably it was my mother who left me alone at the end of my life, she has been raising me up, and she is also my mentor."

Xiao Zhongyuan recalled the expressions of the three masters that day. This Aunt Qi had a deep relationship with Kunlun Ruins, and she held Zhanlu, one of the five great martial arts of Kunlun Ruins, so her status was evident.And the master mentioned that she "sealed the sword and came out of Kunlun", there must be a secret.

The two stopped talking and burned the paper silently. Zhong Yuan took the offering back and picked up the bamboo basket again.

When I went back, I saw Mu Yunjin in plain clothes, a small pile of ashes in front of me, and a pair of incense candles had already been burned out, I must have stayed there for a long time, at this time the sky began to drizzle .

Xiao Zhongyuan couldn't bear it a little bit, and said: "Junior Sister Mu, it's going to rain soon."

But Mu Yunjin acted as if she hadn't heard it, she was still burning the ghost paper, and her posture didn't move a bit.Countless confetti rose up in the breeze, curled up, and dissipated...

"This is not like her usual attitude towards you." Jun Fu muttered softly.

"Let's go." Zhong Yuan didn't want to disturb her any more. He also has the blood of the demon race. Facing the so-called "world without demons" today, there must be a past that is not humane.

Not long after the two walked back, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the valley was deep, adding to the chill.

Jun Fu dragged Zhong Yuan along for a while: "I remember that there is a gazebo in front to shelter from the rain."

Suddenly an umbrella covered it, and a deep voice sounded from behind: "You are indeed here."

Turning around and looking, the person coming in gray and purple robes, with long and narrow phoenix eyes, is Qin Ge, the master of Yuyuan sect.Still holding an umbrella in his hand, he handed it to Jun Fu.

"Brother Qin, you came at the right time." Jun Fu opened his umbrella and pulled Zhong Yuan to move forward, but found that Zhong Yuan's other arm was grabbed by Qin Ge. Qin Ge said: "Brother Xiao , There are still some things I don’t understand in the past few days of study, and I just happened to ask you a thing or two on the way back.”

Jun Fu didn't intend to let go either: "Qin Ge, you don't usually look like such a studious person. It's stormy, why don't you ask for advice at this time?"

Qin Ge wished he could kick him over, and he was quite resentful: "It's okay for you to say, Taiqing Daoist let Brother Xiao supervise your homework most of the time, even if you live in the same courtyard, I can't see Brother Xiao a few times."

Jun Futian is not afraid of anything, the only thing he is most afraid of is owed favors, even if he owes even a penny of friendship, it will make him feel like a stick in his throat, and he has to pay back three cents.He admired this Xiao Zhongyuan at the beginning, and he felt more like a confidant in life when he got along day and night.Therefore, in Jun Fu's heart, this love is accumulated day by day, and even the principal and interest can't be counted.

That real person of Taiqing thought he was very cunning, and saw that Jun Fu had a different attitude towards Zhong Yuan, so he handed over the hot responsibility of supervision and education from Fang Junji to Xiao Zhongyuan.If Jun Fu refuses to obey the discipline again, Zhong Yuan will be punished twice, if Jun Fu kneels on the self-examination platform for one hour, Zhong Yuan will receive two hours.Junfu copied it three times, and Zhongyuan copied it six times.Zhong Yuan grew up and was taught in Kunlun Ruins, so he will not resist any punishment from his masters.This trick is really vicious, for Zhong Yuan, Jun Fu can only hold back every time, and the result is that many pimples appeared on his face, and because of the excessive anger, several times in a row. I asked my elder sister to cook a few more bowls of mung bean and lotus seed soup before I got angry.

... Xiao Zhongyuan's ears were buzzing from the two of them. If there was a third choice, he only wanted to be alone.

During the stalemate, suddenly a figure broke into Jun Fu's umbrella, grabbed Jun Fu's arm, and shouted: "Oh, it's raining so well, I'm lucky to meet you, otherwise I will be killed Gonorrhea is not acceptable." It was Nanmen Sheng.

There must be no room for three people under this umbrella, the elder brother's arms are like octopus, Jun Fu has no choice but to let go of Zhong Yuan, and shares the umbrella with Nanmen Sheng.

Qin Ge happily carried Xiao Zhongyuan forward, most of the oil-paper umbrella leaned towards Zhong Yuan, and half of his shoulders were wet without realizing it.

The four of them walked back all the way, and when they were about to reach the living place, they suddenly saw three or two disciples from Sanqingxu hurrying past, one of them said: "I heard that today is Brother Seven's birthday, I have prepared something, what are you thinking about?" Is it time to send it over?"

Another person said in a low voice: "Senior Brother Seven doesn't like others to mention that he is born on the Ghost Festival, so he has never passed his birthday, but remember it."

At the beginning, the man had a frightened look on his face: "Fortunately, senior brother reminded me, didn't I just enter the Sanqing Market not long ago, and I almost gave my affection to the horse's hoof."

Seeing the silhouettes of several people drifting away, Jun Fu laughed and said, "No wonder I always thought that Fang Junji was eccentric, but it turned out to be the Ghost Festival's birthday."

Nanmen Sheng was also slightly surprised: "I have been in the same door for so many years, and I don't know."

"Why don't you celebrate your birthday every year?" This is a grand event in secular dynasties.

"Only your mundane dynasties like to make a fuss about such mundane things as celebrating birthdays, and I have never liked Fang Junji, so I have no interest in his affairs." Until the figures of the two disappeared in the distance, Nan Only then did Men Sheng look away.