[Yang Chan] Fei Tian

Liu Xiang is not a local, but he can't tell where his original home is. He only said that he has been home everywhere since he remembered, and walked a long way with his parents. On the way, he met a group of bandits and his father disappeared. .Now I finally found a place to live at the foot of Mount Hua to take a breather, but my mother fell ill because of running around for days.

"Mother said that my father went to find food. But we didn't come back no matter how long we waited..." he said.

Where did the grain come from in this barren mountain? I also knew that his mother made up nonsense to deceive him.None of the two present said anything, thinking that the father of this family might have died in order to protect his wife and children.

Inferred from his mouth, his mother coughed, and the cough did not improve for a long time, she became thinner and thinner, and finally had to lie on the bed.In the last day, he even had hemoptysis. Liu Xiang was anxious and went up the mountain to collect medicine by himself.But he is still young, and he can't tell what herbs are, so he picks what he sees. Half of the grass and trees in a basket are wild vegetables, and occasionally one or two are deadly poisonous weeds.

"You... really want to save your mother, so you should go to the doctor..." Yang Chan said, "However, this disease cannot be cured. I advise you to stay away from your mother, lest you also fall ill."

"No...I don't!" Liu Xiang said anxiously, "They...all said that! You are all bad people!"

"Bad guys...heh!" Yang Chan sneered, "How old are you, and you know what is bad and what is good? If you tell me to stay away, stay away. If you don't listen, you will lie on the bed like your mother, and you will be hungry together." die!"

Liu Xiang shouted stubbornly: "I will go to study medicine, and I will cure my mother!"

"Who do you learn from and who do you teach? The serious doctor at the foot of the mountain collects money for his apprentices. Do you have money? Looking at you like this, I'm afraid you don't even have the money to ask the doctor to take a look. How can you learn anything?" Medical skills!" Yang Chan pondered for a moment, then murmured, "Even if you learn medical skills, what's the use of it, since you can't even save yourself!"

Lao Li sat not far away holding a gourd and drinking wine, as if sitting on the sidelines.

"This is not the underworld. You can leave as you come. But we can't help you, and this is not the place you should come. You can go."

After Yang Chan finished speaking, the earth rang again, and a strong wind blew up in the cave, sending the child out.

After a long time, Lao Li finally said, "Why are you doing this... The other party is just a child, and it doesn't bother you, let him sit and talk, and it will also relieve your own boredom..."

"Aren't you surprised?" Yang Chan closed his eyes and rested his mind, and asked Lao Li, "For more than 300 years, I haven't seen anyone who can find this place. In the past, it was because of the unique terrain here, with dense forests and cliffs in the mountains. I couldn't find a way out; later, when I was imprisoned, all kinds of formations were set up around here to prevent me from escaping Huashan. Now a four-year-old child comes and leaves whenever he wants... Heh, what do you think? Why?"

"Well...why?" Lao Li was puzzled.

Yang Chan kept silent.Thinking of what Long Yan reminded her back then, that expert, and not only that expert - but also, "they"!

Could this old man be one of "them"!

"Forget it, Lao Li, let's tell a story, tell a real story about you," Yang Chan said, "I don't have a smile, but I also have a story. You tell one of yours, and I will tell one of mine, it's very fair .what do you think?"

Lao Li raised his index finger again and shook it: "Tsk tsk tsk, I'm not interested in other people's stories, but you really want to know mine. So it's not fair."

"Heh... As you said, it's just to relieve boredom. You don't have to talk about it. I'm not that interested in hearing a mortal die several times." Yang Chan said.

"You don't need to provoke me, actually it's easy for me to tell a story," the old man suggested, "How about this, let's make a bet. Anyway, it's a pastime, betting is much more interesting than simply telling stories."

"How to bet?"

"Just bet..." The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Can you save the child's mother!"

"En?" Yang Chan asked suspiciously, "What are you betting on!"

"It's up to you whether you want to bet or not," the old man slapped open the wine gourd and took another big gulp, "Hi... If you lose the bet, you will tell a story; if I lose, I will tell a story. This That's fair."

"..."

"How? Do you want to gamble?"

"..."

"Don't you dare to gamble?" The old man looked at her carefully, "It's so strange, since just now, you have looked at that child very strangely... Could it be that there is something special about that child?"

"Where, you are overthinking," Yang Chan immediately denied, "Who says you dare not gamble, I also practiced medical skills to heal myself because of this crippled body... Forget it, bring a pen and paper, and I will tell you something Post the prescription and give it to the boy, and his mother will be cured in a few days."

In this way, we still need to wait for the good news.After all, it is not a panacea, and it will not be effective in one post.The foxes occasionally brought back some news from the foot of the mountain. Because of years of wars, more and more people came to the foot of Hua Mountain to avoid disaster.Too many people is not a good thing.

It is said that there was a plague at the foot of the mountain, which was brought by refugees from afar.I also heard that Liu Xiang's mother recovered from her illness.

"I won, you owe me a story," she said to the old man.

The old man waved his hands behind her back: "My story is very long, do you really want to hear it?"

"Don't talk too much nonsense, let's just talk about how you practice Taoism, what virtue and ability you have, and come to Huashan to guard me."

"Oh...that's very complicated," the old man turned around and said with a smile, "I'm not a Taoist."

"Hmph, I can tell."

"I'm not a saint either, I have no virtue or ability," he said with a playful smile, "I was a bandit in my first life."

"Oh?"

"I made a bunch of cronies, engaged in murder and robbery, stripped off their clothes, and threw their bodies off the cliff... Look, am I committing a heinous crime?"

"It's really choking."

"However, I was lucky. One day, I saved a passing cultivator," he recalled. "It was just a small effort, but in the eyes of that cultivator, I was a meritorious deed that could be worth All the mistakes in the past, and pointed out a few methods for me. He said that I have the root of wisdom, and I should remember his teachings in the next life, do more good deeds, and stop doing evil. I listened. From then on, I washed my hands and planned to be a nice guy..."

"How can it be so simple..."

"Yeah, it's not that simple," Lao Li swallowed a sip of wine, and continued, "Renew your mind and turn your prodigal son back - the world loves this kind of drama. Because you are a villain, the world dare not be demanding and do a little The world should be grateful for good deeds. But if you do good deeds for a long time, you will be a good person, and the most demanding people in the world are also good people. At that time, no matter how many better good deeds you do, they will not be caught in the eyes of the world. He pointed to his eyes: "Guess what happened to me then?"

"What's wrong?" Yang Chan asked.

"I saved some people, but I couldn't save some people. In the end, the family members of those I couldn't save came to question me, then tied me up and locked me in a thatched hut. After a fire, I died. "

"..."

"In the end, I didn't die at the hands of the relatives and friends of the person I killed. Things in the world are so strange. But I don't resent them at all, because the evil of the world does not belong to one person; the evil of people's hearts does not belong to one lifetime. It’s just a moment, a group of people did wrong things at the same time. And people, who can be without mistakes?”

Just at this moment, there was a sound of footsteps.Someone is approaching.

"Who!" Yang Chan was alert and looked towards the entrance of the cave.A figure as small as her appeared in front of her eyes.

"Genius doctor..." I saw Liu Xiang timidly leaning against the entrance of the cave, and greeted her, "It's me..."

"Genius doctor?" Yang Chan glanced at Lao Li upon hearing this.Lao Li turned over and pretended not to see it.

"The grandpa said that it was you who wrote the prescription. I want to thank you as well..." The child took it out of his pocket, "My mother said that it is not easy to owe others, so I will use this as a consultation fee..."

He dug out for a long time, and took out a copper safety lock, which should be the most valuable thing in his house.

Yang Chan snorted coldly: "Take it back! I don't accept mundane things!"

"This..." The boy was a little embarrassed.

"Take it back!" Lao Li echoed, "It's not made of gold, it can't be exchanged for much money, so you might as well collect it yourself."

"Then..." The boy was a little embarrassed.

"What, what do you want to say, say it!"

"Actually, the grandma next door is also sick..." Liu Xiang said hesitantly, "Originally, I wanted to ask the genius doctor to take a look..."

"I'm in jail, how can I get out casually! I'm happy to save your mother, don't push yourself!"

Her face was serious, and she looked aggressive again. Liu Xiang was frightened and threw another buttock.

"Get out!" she shouted, "I can heal people, but I can also eat people! When you go down the mountain, don't tell others that you have seen me, or the old man next to you will screw your head off!"

Surprised, Liu Xiang cried and crawled out of the cave.

Old Li was a little dissatisfied: "Why are you so cruel to him? He's just a child..."

"Who has never been a child," Yang Chan said, "If a child is a child, he should not be wronged? Then when he grows up in the future, he will meet some people and some things, how should he deal with himself?"

"He's only four years old, and he's so sensible, I think he's a good kid..."

"When I was four years old, I really never lived in such a mess like him," Yang Chan admitted, but turned around, "But there is not only one child in this world who lives in a mess from the moment he was born. The ups and downs of life in the future, How can I stop my few words. This is unbearable at all, what is he going to do in the future?"

"Yes, yes, you have your own reasons. Whether you want to save people or not is your freedom... It's just that you shouldn't be cruel to a child. I bet you will regret it in the future..."

"What do I regret?" Yang Chan's expression froze, "I will only regret it if I agree with him."

"I don't believe it," Lao Li scrambled to his feet, "Why don't we gamble again, whether you will regret what you said to him today..."

"I refuse," Yang Chan said decisively, "everything Yang has said and done in his life, he will never regret it!"

She has never regretted it, and she doesn't know what it feels like to regret.It's just that she can't get in touch with Liu Xiang any more.If he is a mortal, then he will be a mortal all his life, not a monster like her who has lived for a long time.People cannot be friends with monsters for too long, otherwise their fate will be unpredictable.

The foxes will still bring up some news from down the mountain, it's nothing more than who is dead and who is alive.The refugees at the foot of the mountain gathered more and more, and the plague became more serious.

A month later, she heard that there was a dispute at the foot of the mountain.The villagers who lived at the foot of the mountain had disputes with the refugees because of the plague brought from outside.In the beginning, it was a small matter: the little girl in the village played with the little boy of the refugees for a day-but she developed a high fever that night, and died of illness three days later.

This incident was quickly spread, and the causes could be minor or major, but what ignited was a long-standing conflict.The original villagers at the bottom of the mountain became agitated by this, and they were discussing in the ancestral hall to expel the refugees from the local area—otherwise, they would find the boy and burn them to death.

That boy, surnamed Liu.

When Lao Li came back from a stroll outside the mountain, the gourd was empty, not a drop of wine.Now that the war is in chaos, people around here can't even eat enough to eat, so how can they make wine and drink.

"One day without wine, sleep and food are difficult, I don't know when the years of war will come to an end," he said, "Without stability, there will be no food and clothing; without food and clothing, there is no morality. If this continues, people's hearts will be corrupted sooner or later, and they will commit crimes." ..."

He talked about what he saw among the refugees. Everyone was in danger, and people died every day.This plague came very quickly, as short as three to five days, as long as a month, people would die.Illness leads to poverty, and poverty leads to resentment. Those who are sick and recover are the first to be rejected by others.

"If I knew this, I shouldn't bet with you," Yang Chan said, "At the beginning, Liu Xiang's mother should have died of illness, and there would be no more troubles!"

"Huh? What are you talking about? What happened?" Lao Li was puzzled.

Yang Chan talked for a while, and finally said: "Just because his mother has recovered and he has never been infected, there are rumors among the refugees that the two of them, mother and son, are not the plague gods who spread the plague."

Just because they have never been sick, just because they live a little better than their surroundings, so they deserve to be envied.The same is true for the refugees, and the same is true for the villagers. People are so small in a disaster, and it is only natural that their hearts are also small.

"Are you regretting it?" Lao Li asked her, "If you knew this, you should have treated the boy's neighbor! There is a cure for the plague, and everyone who gets it can be cured. Wouldn't it be great..."

"What do you know! There are actually several types of epidemics at the foot of the mountain. Liu Xiang's mother is one, the old lady next door is another, and there are three and four... Each requires different prescriptions. How can I diagnose and treat everyone!"

"Then everyone has a diagnosis and treatment, why not. You are here to make up for your mistakes, and you are not working behind closed doors?"

"I'm not a god or Buddha, I'm just in prison. The heavenly court set up a formation around this mountain just to prevent me from interfering too much in the affairs of the world! Have you ever thought about it? I saved them for a while, but the destiny cannot interfere. In the end They still have to die..."

She paused, thinking that she had saved Liu Xiang's mother.In this way, if it is destiny, the child's mother will still have to die.

"You miss that child very much." Lao Li mentioned this again.A pair of bean eyes were cunning.

"No..." Yang Chan changed the topic, "It's just that I also raised a child, so I feel a little emotional."

She said: "Now that he has grown up, he misses me. He will come to see me every year... When the peach blossoms bloom next year, if you haven't left, maybe you can see him."

"Oh..." the old man said, "I have raised children before, and I know it is not easy to raise children. Such a small size is right in front of my eyes, and then, I suddenly grow up, and then I have a grandson, and then the grandson is born. lost my son..."

She teased him: "You can still live to see your grandson give birth to a son. It seems that your life was not so short-lived!"

"Where... a son at the age of 39, a grandson at the age of 54, a great-grandson at the age of 60, and death at the age of [-]... There are so many people like this in the world, it's not unusual at all."

"Really? Then you, an ordinary person, look at the house full of children and grandchildren, do you have any unusual insights?"

"Sentiment? Hehe," the old man smiled wryly, "What do you think blood relatives are? When you have a son, you pick up your son. At that moment, it is the feeling of blood relatives; when you have a grandson, when he appears in front of you In front of you, he is still the same; but when great-grandchildren and great-great-great-grandchildren stand in front of you, they are not close relatives, but blood. When a person lives for a long time, once the initial intimate relationship disappears, then a house full of descendants is just like this. Family affection is more than Bloodline, but mortals value the continuity of the bloodline even more."

He paused, and then continued: "I once went back to the place where I was in a certain life, and there has become a village, and the people in the whole village are the descendants of the old man... The old man knows that they are his descendants, but he is not happy. , because none of them knew the old man, and the old man didn't know any of them. The old man saw the portrait of himself hanging in the ancestral hall, which was nothing like the old man back then, but at that moment, the old man suddenly understood that Without family affection and joy, the old man will still be pleased. The good news is that there are at least some people in this world who are willing to remember the old man. And these people are the descendants of the old man."

"So, people in this world, whether they are close relatives or blood, the ultimate goal is to hope that one day when you pass away, there will be a steady stream of people remembering you. There are many mortals, but the goal of mortals is the same. So many Every mortal, every one, is alone."

He finally concluded: "Lonely...like me, like you."

Then, this night, came.