I don't know whether I am dead or alive. I only know that I was very tired along the way, extremely tired.
After burying Han Yun, I felt as if I had been ripped out. As soon as my front feet left the plum blossom forest, my back feet fell to the ground, and I fell into unconsciousness.
I don’t know how long I slept, but when I regained consciousness in my head, I first heard a strange voice coming from my ears.
"Dad, do you think this person is okay? Look at the smelly pus on his body. Is he going to die?" said a childish voice.
Soon, a lazy voice sounded, and it sounded like it was obviously a middle-aged man: "Aren't you still alive? If you are alive, you are definitely not dead!"
The childish voice added: "But I think he hasn't woken up for several days. How about we ask a doctor to take a look at him?"
Not long after this childish voice fell, the middle-aged man replied with some anger: "Do you think we are rich people? Do you want to ask for a doctor? Go and get me a bottle of wine..."
"Let's drink again. You've already drank two bottles today. Do you want to drink again?"
"Don't talk nonsense. Just drink if you are asked to drink. Otherwise, I will throw this poor guy out so that you don't keep nagging in my ears."
As soon as the middle-aged man said this, the owner of the childish voice immediately said hello obediently and ran out quickly.
At this moment, I smelled a strong smell of alcohol, and then it seemed like a hand was groping for my clothes.
It's a pity that my clothes are in tatters and I don't have anything of value at all.
The middle-aged man spat and said angrily: "What a bastard. I don't even have a dime on me. If I had known better, I wouldn't have picked it up. You're still wasting my sleeping place."
The middle-aged man seemed a little unhappy, but at this time, I slowly opened my eyes.
"What a bastard, you actually woke me up by scolding me?"
The middle-aged man was surprised!
Although my eyes were open, my head still hurt a little.
I rubbed my head and took stock of my current environment.
I still remember that before I fell into coma, I collapsed not far from the Plum Blossom Forest.
The place I am in now is an extremely dilapidated house. Looking at the furnishings there, it seems to be a temple. However, the time when this temple was built seems to be older than the age of Uncle Quan.
Quite a few...
"Where is this?" I opened my mouth and said with difficulty.
My lips were very dry at this time, and even my speaking voice was hoarse.
"What a fool, you can actually talk!" The middle-aged man was astonished as if he was mentally retarded.
"This is the Great Buddhist Temple. You kid finally woke up. It just so happened that you slept at my house for five days. As usual, I have to collect some rent from you." The middle-aged man said, licking his face.
As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, a childish voice came from the door.
"Dad, his injuries are so serious, why do you still need to charge him rent?"
I looked up and saw a little boy in ragged clothes who looked to be in his early ten years walking in at the door.
The little boy's face was dirty, but his eyes were extremely bright, but at first glance, he was no different from those little beggars on the street.
My guess was not wrong. The temple in front of me was not big, but there were many drink bottles in several corners. On the other side, there was a small stove for burning fire. The black paint on it was
In the lacquered iron pot, there was still a pool of something that could not be distinguished as noodles or soup...
"You little brat, I raised you for nothing, and you actually help outsiders speak for you!" The middle-aged man snorted coldly and continued: "Bring the wine quickly."
"Here!" The little boy did not dare to disobey the middle-aged man, so he had to obediently hand the wine to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man took the drink, raised his head and took a big sip, and then grinned, obviously he was addicted to alcohol.
The little boy glanced at me timidly and said to the middle-aged man: "Dad, Uncle Chen from the grocery store said that you already owed him eighty-five yuan for wine. If you don't pay back next time, he won't buy it on credit for you."
Drinking."
"Fart, I've only bought wine in his store a few times, where did I get the eighty-five yuan?" the middle-aged man said with a blush on his face.
The little boy raised his fingers and said: "Dad, I did the math. The total is eighty-seven and fifty cents. Uncle Chen is still two and a half less. I beat you nineteen times in total, and I still remember them all...
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"You kid is talking nonsense. If you keep talking nonsense, believe it or not, I will spank you!!"
After being threatened like this by the middle-aged man, the little boy didn't dare to say any more, so he had no choice but to hold his head and walk in front of me.
He looked at me for a long time with his big bright eyes and asked curiously: "Brother, what's your name? Why are there so many wounds on your body?"
A smile appeared on my lips and I just shook my head slightly.
"What do you mean by shaking your head? Oh, I see, you must be hungry..."
The little boy carefully glanced at the middle-aged man who was drunk after several sips of wine, then winked at me and whispered: "Shh, big brother, I'll get you something to eat, don't say anything."
oh."
I nodded.
The little boy quickly turned around and walked to the iron pot, then took a broken bowl and a pair of chopsticks, and scooped the noodles out of the iron pot into the bowl.
"Come on, big brother, you can eat. Although it's a bit cold, you eat first. When you go out tomorrow, I'll get you something delicious..."
As if he had done something bad, the little boy was afraid that the middle-aged man would see him, so he put the broken bowl in his arms and motioned for me to eat quickly.
But at this time, my body was covered with wounds, and it could be said that I had no strength at all.
I could only weakly shake my head.
The little boy is very clever. He immediately understood what I meant.
"Big brother, let me feed you."
The little boy picked up the chopsticks, then slowly picked up the noodles in the broken bowl, and then fed them into my mouth.
To be honest, the noodles in the little boy's broken bowl already had an unpleasant smell because they had been left out for too long.
But when I saw the little boy's bright eyes, I opened my mouth without hesitation and swallowed the noodles.
When the little boy saw me eating, a smile appeared on his face.
"Brother, don't worry, there are still many..." the little boy said.
I nodded and said softly to him: "Thank you."
"It's okay, my mother taught me to be helpful..."
"Your mother? What about her?" I glanced at the small temple and saw no trace of a woman's life.
When I asked this question, the little boy's bright eyes immediately dimmed.
His eyes suddenly turned red.
He said: "My mother passed away a long time ago, leaving only me and my father..."
I asked: "How old are you?"
The little boy said: "I am ten years old."
"Then what's your name?" I asked weakly.
The little boy blinked and said: "My name is Xiao Wu, Wu from Wushu. This is the name given by my mother..."
I smiled slightly and said, "That's a nice name."
The little boy also smiled, very happily.
When I saw it, my heart couldn't help but move.
He was only ten years old and already lost his mother. The middle-aged man lying on the ground not far away, snoring loudly, looked particularly decadent and slovenly. From the looks of it, both father and son made a living by begging...
The little boy continued to feed me the noodles. Although the noodles were cold and had an unpleasant smell, for me, who was hungry at this time, it was no different from a bowl of delicious food.
In less than a few minutes, I finished the bowl of noodles with the little boy’s feeding.
Finally, when the little boy asked me if I wanted more, I stopped him and said that I was full and didn't need it anymore.
The little boy nodded, put the broken bowl away, and then ran to the pile of drink bottles in the corner to look for something.
"Big brother, wait a minute, I'll find something for you." The little boy said.
I said, looking at the little boy's back.
After a while, the little boy ran over excitedly, and then he had a small bottle in his hand.
"Brother, this is the medicinal powder I secretly asked for yesterday from Uncle Chen, the owner of the grocery store. He said it can be rubbed on wounds and is good for wounds. Brother, let me rub it for you, so that you will recover faster...