Chapter 12: Two or three things about the mountain god [Part 1]
"Come out and drink!" The little fat man knocked on the wall, looking drunk.
At night, Qin Yuelou would replace the door with a wall, so the little fat man could not find the door.
"Brother, what time is it now? People don't sleep?" Qin Yuelou yelled from inside the room.
"Then you haven't slept yet!" The little fat man yelled outside the door.
"Then there is a child in my house? The child won't sleep!" Qin Yuelou roared, opening the wall, and the little fat man came in carrying a load of wine.
Even Qin Yuelou can't stop him.
"You must have cast a spell on him to make him sleep, I believe it." The little fat man put down the burden, uncorked the wine, and drank it.
This is true. Qin Yuelou filled Li Jieqiao's nursery with sound insulation and sound-absorbing materials, and left a ventilation duct to exchange the air in the room, so no matter how loud it was outside, Li Jieqiao would not be woken up.
Zu An was taking care of Li Jieqiao in the house. If he encountered something he couldn't solve, he would go to Qin Yuelou.
It is quite rare to become a baby daddy before you become a father.
Although Qin Yuelou has an extraordinary physique, he still needs to sleep, so he was also woken up.
However, although he had no choice but to do so, Qin Yuelou still held the two old men's recliners and lay down on them.
"What's going on? You came to see me in the middle of the night and drank so much wine. Have you paid for it?" Qin Yuelou asked the fat man of the mountain god.
"Isn't this because of you? If you want to borrow the mountain, shouldn't I rent it to you for money?" The little fat man muttered again, "Besides, I visit my own grave every year. Do you have this experience?"
When Qin Yuelou heard this, he also opened the cork of his wine. The little fat man drank too much, and his words were incoherent.
Moreover, I don’t want this kind of experience. Do I have to say Happy Qingming Festival to you every Qingming Festival?
Besides, who hasn't died yet? You still want to say "let's have fun" with me?
Qin Yuelou didn't say it out loud, but he was still confused.
"So, what's wrong with you? Is it because that old lady went to the mountain temple during the day?" Qin Yuelou asked the little fat man.
"Well...she is my mother." The little fat man drank.
"How old are you this year?" Qin Yuelou unconsciously used the word "you".
"It's time to be twenty. My mother is only fifty this year. If it weren't for that scumbag, my mother could have lived a better life instead of being beaten away by the brothers and sisters in front of me." The little fat man hated it.
You have to grit your teeth.
When Qin Yuelou heard this, he quickly changed the subject.
"Oh, then you have to call me brother." Qin Yuelou was twenty-three when he died.
Twelve years later, it was hard to tell whether he was thirty-five now. He always felt that a man's maturity depended on his social circle, experience, knowledge, and ideological realm.
What kind of age is what kind of relative situation? Twenty-three ended abruptly and was replaced by twelve years old. His experience, knowledge and thoughts have not changed.
So he is still twenty-three.
"Oh." The little fat man looked at the sky melancholy, with stars twinkling and a crescent moon hanging high in the sky.
"I died on Baishan Mountain when I was eight years old. I was seriously ill that year, and my mother took me to Baishan Mountain. I died before I even entered Guobei County," said the little fat man.
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"What about your dad?"
"My father was a bad gambler and an alcoholic. He sold everything he could in the family. Whenever something went wrong for him, he would beat and scold both of us. My mother couldn't bear it and ran away with me. At that time, my
My head was broken, and I didn’t have money for medical treatment along the way. Only a kind-hearted doctor bandaged me and gave me medicine, but he couldn’t follow us, so he had to give the medicine to me.”
Qin Yuelou fell silent.
"Then my mother saw an injured man on the road and gave some medicine to the man. The man gave my mother some gold and silver, but they were snatched away by bandits who wanted to take me as a pawn.
Mrs. Yazhai, my mother would rather die than obey, so I stood in front of my mother and said, 'If you hurt my mother, I will crash to death in front of you now, and then I will turn into a ghost and pester you every day!', and then that
The bandit gave up and let us two go." The little fat man took a sip of wine.
Qin Yuelou silently took out the pear blossom wine and placed it in front of the little fat man.
"Then we arrived at Baishan Mountain. I died on Baishan Mountain. My mother dug a grave for me and buried me in it. I watched my mother dig my grave for me on Baishan Mountain. I wanted my mother to hear me and see me.
I, I wanted to tell her that I was by her side, but she couldn't hear or see, she just cried."
Such a picture appeared in Qin Yuelou's mind.
The lonely and helpless woman with disheveled hair and muddy face was weeping as she dug a grave. Next to her was the body that gradually became cold and stiff. That was her son. Finally, she reluctantly put her son into the grave.
"She didn't know how to read, so she could only build a monument for me with stones. She also found a crooked-neck tree and wanted to hang herself. At that time, I seemed to be able to touch her, so I knocked her down. She also wanted to
, I bumped into her again, until she didn’t want to think about it. She must have thought better of it, and left Baishan in despair. I followed my mother all the way to the bottom of the mountain. I couldn’t leave Baishan, and my mother entered Guobei County.
, I just looked at her like that until I couldn’t see her anymore.”
Qin Yuelou still didn't speak.
"In the daytime, I was afraid of the sun, so I hid under the shade of the crooked neck tree. I saw a man who also wanted to hang himself, so I knocked him down again. There were many people there who wanted to hang themselves, but during the day I
They were all knocked down, I was thinking,
They are still alive, why can't they live well?"
The little fat man took another sip of wine.
"In the third year, my mother took a child and a man to my grave and offered me incense and paper. I think she must have lived a good life by then, and that man,
I rescued him. He was very good to my mother. She told me nonchalantly at the graveside about how she met him. He didn’t mind that she ran away with me and she also ran the business with him.
It’s a restaurant, my mother cooks delicious food.”
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"Later, I bumped into many people who wanted to hang themselves. Those who were saved by me said that the God of Baishan Mountain appeared, so they erected a monument for me. They carved the stone statue according to their own ideas and worshiped it for a while.
It became like this. Inexplicably, I became the mountain god of Baishan Mountain. My mother may think that it was the mountain god of Baishan Mountain who saved her, not me."
The little fat man said while crying and laughing.
"But I still want to go back to my mother. Who wants to be this broken mountain god!" He said, bursting into tears, "But how can my mother recognize me when I look like this?"
"But...since you are the mountain god of Baishan Mountain, and you also said that you have worship, then why are you so ruined now?" Qin Yuelou wiped the tears of the little fat man.
"That year, there was a heavy rain, and part of a mountain in Baishan turned into mud and water. The earth and rocks washed down from the mountain, crushing a family's house at the foot of the mountain. That
There is a child inside who has not been rescued...I...I don't want to be like this...but there is nothing I can do. I have tried my best to deflect the muddy water, but I still can't do it. I...
·I···"
The little fat man was crying loudly and heartbroken.
Qin Yuelou knew that it was a mudslide. Baishan Mountain was originally a barren mountain with sparse trees and weak roots, which could not grasp the soil. Therefore, a mudslide occurred.
Even if the little fat man didn't say what happened next, Qin Yuelou could understand that because of the mudslide, the little fat man was targeted by those people, and only her mother came to worship him.
Perhaps it was because she was thinking, "It was the Baishan Mountain God who saved her and allowed her to live the good life she has now."
"Bitter, why is this wine so bitter?!" The little fat man cried while drinking the sword wine yellow.
He repeated it over and over again, still drinking sip after sip, and finally fell into a deep sleep.
Qin Yuelou looked at the little fat man, made a blanket for him, and covered him with it.
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