Old Man's Begging Stick

Old Wentou has a little energy now, and Ah Heng knows that this is a flashback.Before a person is about to die, the bodily functions will work hard to save the dying body, and then the person will experience a short-term refreshment.

This is the situation with Old Wentou now.

Gouzi opened the cloth bag, and there was a small red bellyband inside, with a picture of Baizi embroidered with gold thread on the bellyband.Inside the bellyband was a jade pendant engraved with dragon patterns, and a delicate net was hung under the jade pendant.

The dog sniffled: "What is this?"

The old Wentou wanted to turn over, but it was a bit difficult. Wen Heng held him in his arms and made him face the dog.

Old Wentou said: "Old Litou told me that this thing was worn on you when you were rescued. It is probably a token left by your parents. Old Litou and I have nothing to do with each other. No, there is really no way to help you find your parents. Gouzi...you may be a child of a rich family, you should be good in the future and be a promising person. "

Gouzi threw the things aside casually, and he cried and threw himself on old Wentou: "I don't want any real parents, they abandoned me early, if it weren't for you and my grandpa, I would have been eaten by dogs long ago. I don’t want parents, I just want you! Old Wentou, you need to get better, today Ah Heng killed a fat pheasant, and I will make you your favorite beggar chicken later! Roast for a while longer this time , it’s so roasted that you can even eat the bones..." Gouzi was incoherent, crying incoherently.

Unbearable, Wen Heng turned his head away, and the old Wen head held Gouzi's hand with his last strength, and then pulled Gouzi's hand and pressed Wen Heng's hand on his abdomen that had been sending spiritual energy.

Old Wentou smiled and said: "I didn't win... After I leave, you two should be well... Ah Heng, Gouzi wants you to take care of me... I know you are capable, but When you go out for a walk in the future, you must learn to take good care of yourself, don't always be crowed... After I'm gone, you can find a place to bury me. It's safe to say that it's safe to bury me. Old Wen, I've been homeless all my life. , let me find a clean place to go..."

Old Wentou's hands were getting colder and colder, his voice was getting lower and lower, and finally he couldn't hear any sound. Ah Heng and the others took a closer look, and old Wentou had already left with a smile.This lonely old beggar did not die in the cold winter night, but closed his eyes forever on a sunny autumn morning.

Gouzi cried so heartbroken that he held Old Wen's head and refused to let go.Wen Heng put the old Wentou on the straw mat, and he touched the empty begging bag. He wanted to buy a thin coffin for the old Wentou, but he was really short of money.With this thought in his mind, Ah Heng said to Gouzi: "Cry for a while, I'll go to town."

A person's death is like a lamp being extinguished, and everything behind him is done for outsiders to see.Wen Heng understood the truth, but he still couldn't bear to bury Old Wen with grass. There were many wild animals in the woods, and some of them would even go to the cemetery outside Xiaoyan Town to dig out the newly buried corpses and eat them.

Old Wentou was not able to live in rich clothes and food, but at least he could be buried in the ground as he said when he died.

The coffin in Xiaoyan Town is on the other side of the North Alley, and the coffin was opened by a lame old man.When Wen Heng passed by, the old man was smoking a pipe at the door.Seeing Wen Heng, the old man exhaled a blue-white smoke ring: "Come buy a coffin."

Wen Heng cupped his hands: "The old man has good eyesight." The old man looked Ah Heng up and down: "You are... the little beggar accepted by the old beggar." The old man never brought Wen Heng to Beixiang, but this old man He actually knew the ins and outs of Ah Heng.

"In our business, the dead have to come to say hello in advance when the coffin is opened. Of course, you don't understand." The old man stood up from the wooden chair unsteadily, "Xiaoyan Town has suffered catastrophe these past few days. Few people came to say hello. I made 28 sets of coffins, 27 of which have been taken away, and there is the last one left.”

"Are you rich?" the old man asked Wen Heng.Wen Heng said awkwardly: "No money...but I can help you with things."

The old man tapped the pipe in his hand: "No one in Xiaoyan Town knows that you are so powerful that you can fight tigers. You just do what we do, and you can't do it without paying. Go beg, even if you give me a copper coin."

Wen Heng pursed his lips: "Thank you, old sir."

Begging for a copper plate feels a lot of pressure.Wen Heng scratched his hair in trouble, Xinghualou was already in ruins, Boss Mu had already reincarnated, it was difficult for him to ask for some hard steamed buns, and it would be even more difficult to ask for money directly.

It's really disturbing. Wen Heng sat cross-legged in front of the former Xinghua Building. The Xinghua Building has become a pile of ruins, but the burnt ruins have been cleared out.Facing the scorched ground, Wen Heng really hoped that someone would fall from the sky and drop a copper coin into his broken bowl.A penny can stump not only a hero, but also a beggar.

"Hey, are you still alive?" The person who spoke was actually Detective Zhu, Wen Heng stood up and cupped his hands to Detective Zhu, "Quick Zhu."

Detective Zhu has been very busy these days, Xiaoyan Town has been targeted by cultivators, and now that the perpetrator has appeared in front of him again, Detective Zhu can't wait to lock Wen Heng up and stuff him into the cell.

Zhu Zhu quickly rolled his eyes fiercely, and pointed at Wen Heng's nose: "It's all caused by your carelessness, it's all over now, Xinghualou is dead, even Patriarch Mu hiccupped What a fart. It's your luck that the monk didn't continue to stare at Xiaoyan Town, otherwise I'll see where you hide!"

Wen Heng could only smile helplessly: "I'm just a little beggar."

Detective Zhu quickly sighed in frustration: "It's also because you are only a little beggar who survived. Look at Boss Mu, he was cremated right away. Hey, why don't you beg for food and sit here? a companion?"

Wen Heng heard the words and sighed: "Old Wentou passed away today, and the dog guarded him. I came out to beg for a few copper coins to buy a thin coffin for Old Wentou."

Detective Zhu quickly sighed, "My condolences."

He took out an ingot of broken silver from his pocket, put it in Wen Heng's bowl, then left shaking his head and sighing.This is also because a lot of people died in Xiaoyan Town recently, and Catcher Zhu felt that he was lucky to be alive, otherwise he would not spend a coin of silver to buy a coffin for a beggar.

"Catcher Zhu, thank you. I see that you look unhappy. I'd rather not go to the Spring Breeze Tower to drink flower wine recently. You will stumble..." Wen Heng felt that he was becoming more and more like a magic stick, and caught the breath of Captain Zhu. , you will see the next fate of Zhu Kuai, if it is a good thing, it will be fine, but what Ah Heng sees are all bad things.

For example, now Wen Heng saw that Zhu Kuai fell on a big horse in front of the largest tavern in Xiaoyan Town, Chunfenglou, and broke two front teeth.

Zhu Kuai blushed when he heard the words, he turned his head angrily and took the ingot of silver from Wen Heng's bowl: "Crow mouth beggar, can you say something nice! I won't give it to you!"

Wen Heng: ... What did I do to me? To be honest, I was wrong.

Detective Zhu left just like that, Wen Heng looked at his bare and broken bowl and sighed melancholy, he was thinking whether to write something to hang on his chest.He only needs a copper coin, but it is so difficult to ask.

The apricot blossom tree in front of the Xinghua Building was broken by Ah Heng with a stick, leaving only a bare wooden stake.Wen Heng was sitting in front of the stake, holding a begging stick and staring at the broken bowl in a daze. It wasn't that he didn't gain much. A kind aunt walked by and gave him a hard pancake that could be used as a hidden weapon.

A hand that looked like a jade carving came into Wen Heng's sight, and that beautiful hand held a clean copper plate between the middle finger and index finger.This hand is evenly fleshy and has slender fingers, each finger seems to have been carefully carved. This hand is particularly white, and holding a copper plate is as pleasing to the eye as holding a chess piece.Looking at the fingers, everyone knows that the owner of this hand is a beauty!

The copper plate fell from the fingertips into the broken bowl, making a crisp sound of 'ding—'.

Wen Heng raised his head to see the owner of the hand clearly, but the man had already gone happily, leaving only Wen Heng a back view.Probably a beautiful girl, but he was much taller than the girl. He was wearing a blue robe, and his hair was black and long, almost reaching his knees.

It should be a man. You can tell from the back that this is an elegant man.Is there such an elegant person in Xiaoyan Town? A man like a lotus flower, this kind of person is a master wherever he goes.

Wen Heng held the copper plate, and the copper plate seemed to still be stained with the breath of the man.Wen Heng shouted at the man's back: "Hey - thank you!"

The man disappeared from Wen Heng's sight without even turning his head.If it wasn't for the real copper plate in his hand, Wen Heng would still feel dazzled.

It's a pity that he couldn't see the man's face, but Wen Heng always had a feeling in his heart that he would see that man again.

Wen Heng, who had won a copper coin, stopped asking for money. He packed up his things and headed for Beixiang.The old man who made the coffin was dozing off on the broken chair at the door, Wen Heng walked over to him and stretched out the copper plate in his hand: "Old man, I brought the copper plate."

The old man opened his eyes, and took the copper plate from Wen Heng's hand: "Follow me." Wen Heng followed the old man's footsteps into the coffin shop.

In the spacious main room, some boards are stacked messily, and there is a newly made coffin in the northeast corner.It's not big, it can only accommodate one person.There were no decorations on the white coffin, and it really resembled the life of old Wen Tou, who came naked and left without any worries.

The old man pointed to the coffin: "That's it, take it away. There are some paper money inside, not much, and it's for the old beggar to send off the kid." Wen Heng cupped his hands at the old man, then walked over and picked up the coffin with one hand.The old man was speechless: "What a lot of strength!"

Wen Heng was carrying the coffin. Although the coffin was not big, it was bigger than a person. In order to have enough space, his head was tilted to one side.With a begging stick in his left hand and a coffin in his right hand, Wen Heng walked slowly and steadily.

For some reason, Wen Heng always felt that he could smell a vague fragrance, just like the smell of the man who gave him a copper coin in the afternoon.The smell was so good, it brightened up Wen Heng's gloomy mood.

The author has something to say: Old Wentou is gone, Lian Wushang is here, life is a process of constant loss and constant gain...

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