Koi Fengshui Xuanxue self-operated store

1928, fall.

Ten-year-old little Ruolan was sitting under the poplar tree reading, when the gate was pushed open, and a boy with dirty Taoist clothes and small eyes ran in noisily.

"Senior Brother Ruolan, look what I picked up!" The boy raised his hand, and a scarred weasel dangled in the boy's hand, and the weasel let out a soft, inaudible cry of pain.

The boy held the weasel by the tail and threw the weasel to the ground with a flick of his hand. The weasel screamed in pain and lay trembling on the ground.

"Senior brother Ruolan, let's roast it and eat it, and save the skin to make a cushion for you, what do you think?" The boy raised his leg and kicked the weasel, asking for credit.

Weasel moaned sadly, with half-lidded eyes, staring at Ruolan all the time.

Little Ruolan put down her book, drove to Huang Weat's side in a wheelchair, bent down with difficulty and hugged Huang Weat who couldn't move on the ground.

"Brother, what are you doing! How dirty!"

"I want to keep it, Wu Yu." Little Ruolan stretched out her white hand and touched the weasel's trembling body.

Wu Yu shook his head, stared at Huang Weat and swallowed, "But I want to eat meat."

"Master told us to clean up, did you forget? Anyway, I won't give it to you!" Little Ruolan hugged Huang Weat tightly, Huang Weat groaned in pain, and he immediately let go of his arm to check Huang Weat's injury, "Why is it so badly injured? ah……"

Wu Yu pinched his waist with both hands, stared at Little Ruolan, finally sighed, walked into the house with a snort, "It's dying, you can't save it!"

Little Ruolan carried Huang Weat back to her room, cut off her tattered Taoist uniform, and bandaged Huang Weat.Huang Weasel's ears were raised, and his eyes were wide open, staring at Little Ruolan's face.Little Ruolan held the bandaged weasel in her arms and continued to read.

The weasel recovered very quickly. The wounds on his body had scabbed over the next day, he was able to run in the field on the third day, and he was able to fetch fruits from the garden for little Ruolan on the fourth day.

The fifth day, the sixth day, the seventh day...

For the next few years, Huang Weat stayed by Xiao Ruolan's side and never left for a moment.

When Ruolan was dragged into the ice wall by Yu Heng, the wheelchair was left outside, and Yu Heng was so angry that he didn't reach out to help him.Ruolan sat slumped on the ground with no expression on her face, but her tears kept flowing, soaking a large area of ​​her clothes.

Yu Heng sneered, leaned against the ice wall with his arms crossed, looked into the distance, and said, "This idiot actually doesn't love his mother or his father, and was sent to Fengdu to complete an almost impossible task. He was beaten half to death when he failed the mission, and you saved him. In fact, he can leave after he recovers from his injuries. Why did he stay? Do you know the answer?"

Ruolan's face was dull, her eyes were half downcast, as if she didn't hear Yu Heng's words.

"It's okay, you can pretend to be deaf and blind, it's okay." Yu Heng glanced at Ruolan, but he didn't want to look at him anymore. With a wave of his hand, a gust of mountain breeze stirred up the soul fragments, and the surrounding scene changed again.

1937, late summer.

Qingquan pushed open the door of the Taoist temple, looked at Taoist Ruolan who was sitting under the tree with lowered eyebrows, waved his fan, and asked with a smile: "I heard that the Taoist priests are going to be recruited in the temple, do you think I can do it?"

Taoist Ruolan raised his head slowly, glanced at him lightly, "Go and sit inside."

Qingquan walked towards the temple with a smile, Taoist Ruolan suddenly stopped him, "Excuse me, have you seen my weasel outside?"

Qingquan stopped, curled his mouth, his eyes were full of tenderness, "Maybe he will be back in a while, don't worry, Daoist."

into the night.

Ruolan was sitting in the courtyard, the room behind her was lit, and there was a lot of noise——

"This Taoist priest is so stupid. Let us eat his food and drink his food. I really think I am willing to be a fart Taoist priest! When there is no more fighting, I will go down the mountain!"

"Hey! Keep your voice down, in case you are heard..."

"What are you afraid of? He's a cripple, what can he do to us? Hahahahahahaha."

The night wind blew Ruolan's hair on her forehead, her face was peaceful and soft.

"Daoist Ruolan, why don't you go back to bed at this late hour?" Qingquan walked to Ruolan's side and brought a bench with him.

"I'm waiting for the Weasel to come back."

Qingquan froze for a moment, sat on the bench, grinned wider, "Master Daoist, do you believe that there are demons in this world?"

Just as Ruolan was about to speak, Qingquan asked again: "Life is painful, death is happy, which one would the Taoist priest want more?"

Ruolan looked at Qingquan, did not answer, but asked: "What do you think?"

"Me," Qingquan shook his fan, "live, if you die, you will have nothing. You can't feel the joys and sorrows in the world, you can't see the people you like, and you can't see the scenery of mountains and rivers."

"Mountains and rivers..." Ruo Lan Daochang's eyes lit up, and he said in a low voice, "I want to see the sea, but this leg... But I can't blame it all, I can't leave the view of inaction."

"I can show you."

Daoist Ruolan was taken aback, "I've already..."

Qingquan stood up, pinned the broken fan on his waist, walked behind Daoist Ruolan, narrowed his eyes, "It's getting late, I'll push you back."

The author has something to say: Thank you, Mr. Lu, for mine