This shantytown is a corner of Huishan District, the most remote place in Heshuo. It has always been famous for being dirty, chaotic, and poor. Most of the people living here are immigrants, almost all of whom are at the bottom of society.
The off-road vehicle followed the strange monk into the alley. From time to time, he saw garbage piles appearing on the roadside. Flies gathered and buzzed. The occasional open-air toilet exuded a stench. A group of six or seven-year-old children with naked buttocks were sitting there.
chasing each other.
There was a fork in the road ahead. The strange monk walked to the west intersection and entered a courtyard with a big willow tree at the door. The off-road vehicle drove over and stopped under the willow tree. Ximen Lang got out of the car and crossed the high road with uneasiness.
The threshold leads to the courtyard.
The yard is very large. Directly in front is an old blue-brick and black-tiled house. There are several tall osmanthus trees planted to the west. Their lush branches and leaves block the sunlight, making the yard a little dark.
To the east is a rare and heavy stone mill, and a well. A young girl in a batik skirt is shaking a heavy windlass to draw water. All of this is like a scene from a movie. So much so that Ximen Lang even wondered if it was...
There is something wrong with my eyes.
The girl's ears were very good. When she heard someone entering the hospital, she immediately raised her head and looked over. What appeared was an extremely charming face, as if Su Daji from the novel "The Legend of the Gods" had reappeared in the world!
Their eyes met, and both of them said in surprise, "It's you..."
Ximen Lang was deeply impressed by this girl because of her deep-rooted beauty, and he immediately recognized her as Wen Ziling, the Qigong masseur at the Brilliant Leisure Club.
Wen Ziling was also interested in the boy in front of her. Although she had only given him a Qigong massage once, she clearly remembered that he had internal energy in his body. Although it was weak, it was rare in modern society.
"Why are you here?" she asked curiously.
Ximen Lang smiled and said, "I was just wandering around. Suddenly I became thirsty, so I went to this yard to ask for a drink of water. I didn't expect to meet you here." But he was secretly surprised that Master Wen entered this place.
In the yard, the girl in front of him was also named Wen. Is there still some kind of connection between them? He stepped forward and put his hand on the handle of the pulley and said, "Let me help you."
"No need, I can do it myself."
"Let me do it. This kind of work is not suitable for girls." As he spoke, Ximen Lang began to shake the windlass. Wen Ziling had no choice but to let go of his hand and stood aside, watching him fetch water vigorously.
Soon, a bucket of water was placed beside the well platform. Wen Ziling smiled and said softly: "Thank you."
"No, I should do it."
Wen Ziling took off a semi-circular object from the shelf, scooped up some water and handed it over, "Aren't you thirsty? Drink it."
Ximenlang took it and drank the water in one gulp, exclaiming, "This water is so delicious, it tastes better than mineral water."
Wen Ziling smiled sweetly, "No way, I've been drinking it for five or six years, but I still don't think this water tastes good."
"That's because you are surrounded by blessings and don't know how to be blessed." Ximen Lang looked carefully at the water-holding tool in his hand and asked in confusion: "What is this?"
Wen Ziling said with a smile: "After all, he is a pampered city kid who doesn't even know this. This is called a water scoop."
"Water scoop?" Ximenlang shook his head, "This is the first time I've seen this thing."
"Although this is your first time seeing it, I guess you are familiar with its predecessor. Have you ever seen a gourd?"
"Gourd, of course I've seen it before. I've seen it on TV. Does it have anything to do with water gourd?"
"Of course there is a relationship between them. A water scoop is made of a gourd. Cut the gourd into two and take out the flesh and it becomes a water scoop."
Ximen Lang suddenly realized, "So that's what happened." He handed the water ladle back to the girl next to him, shook his head and sighed, "Interesting, once the gourd turns into a ladle, it changes drastically."
"Who's coming?"
A long sound came from the direction of the house. The sound was a bit like the dubbing in a ghost movie!
Ximenlang looked over with curious eyes. Standing at the door of the house was a middle-aged woman on crutches. She was about forty years old. Time was like a knife. Although it left indelible marks on her face, her facial features
You can vaguely see the beauty in her, she must have been a stunning beauty when she was young. However, not only does this woman have disabled legs, but her chest is very high on one side and flat on the other, as if there is only one bob.
Not used to it.
Wen Ziling said, "It's a guest." Then she said to Ximen Lang, "This is my mother."
The disabled woman looked over here. When her eyes were fixed on the face of the young man more than ten meters away, she suddenly became stunned. Then her eyes became sharp. She raised her hand and silver light came flying towards him.
Before Ximen Lang could figure out what was going on, the silver light had already reached his chest. He was stunned and saw that it was a half-foot-long flying knife with cold light.
What are you doing? I am going to die. Am I wronged?
Just when he was about to die, a water ladle came out of nowhere and blocked his heart.
"Take it!"
The flying knife struck the water ladle, and the blade penetrated Ximen Lang's coat. The cold tip of the knife was close to his skin. He let out a long breath and sighed in his heart, what a danger!
"Mom, what are you doing?" Wen Ziling shouted angrily, then moved the water ladle away and blocked Ximen Lang with her body.
Seeing that the hit was missed, the disabled woman relaxed a little. She used crutches to walk faster than an ordinary person. In an instant, she came to her daughter and said coldly: "Zi Ling, get out of the way.
"
"No, you have to promise me not to hurt him again."
The disabled woman sighed, and she knew in her heart that the boy behind her daughter was not her sworn enemy. Otherwise, with that man's incredible skills, how could he use others to help block the flying knife? She nodded and said: "
Okay, I promise you. Get out of the way and let me take a closer look at this kid."
Wen Ziling then moved away, revealing the handsome young man behind her. At the same time, she looked at her mother intently, fearing that she would suddenly kill her.
Ximen Lang put his right hand in his trouser pocket and touched the cold handle of the gun. His whole body was on alert like a leopard ready to go. He really couldn't figure out why this disabled woman who looked like an ordinary housewife would do this.
He has a unique skill in throwing knives, and he is a stranger to him, so he wants to take his life.
The disabled woman's eyes stayed on this handsome face, and she sighed softly: "It's very similar, but the age difference is too far compared to him, and it's a little less masculine and a little more refined.
Now he is also middle-aged and no longer young..."
For a moment, she seemed to be plunged into endless memories...