Ermao's real surname was Chen. He lived to be twenty-nine and died of illness...
Chen Ermao was born in a very poor family. His father was addicted to alcohol. Beating people when he was drunk was a common occurrence. When Ermao was six years old, his mother could not bear the punishment, abandoned the family, and went away to a foreign country. There was no news from her, leaving her alone.
Er Mao endured everything. When he was nine years old, Er Mao's leg was broken and his father beat him. It hurt a lot. But what could he do? A child without a mother is worse than a grasshopper. That night, Er Mao stayed in a haystack outside the village.
The whole night was an unbearable night. Even though it was summer, the night was not easy. The wind was very cold. His heart was even colder and his stomach was very hungry. When he was thirteen years old, Er Mao's legs were interrupted for the second time. However, that
This time he didn't feel sad. It wasn't that he was used to "breaking his legs", but that he was taken care of during the injury. His brother, Da Mao, had just come back from prison. That should be Er Mao's happiest period, in the endless darkness.
I had some comfort, a little light, very small, but very warm. Unfortunately, the light only lasted a short time. At the age of fifteen, Er Mao's brother killed his father with his own hands. The knife fell with his hand, and he was still thinking with his teeth and claws at the last moment.
The father who beat Er Mao was already lying on the ground the next moment. Blood gurgled out from his neck, and the stench was extremely fishy. Er Mao was very scared, he was afraid of losing his brother. A few months later, the autumn wind came, and the official asked the crime according to the law.
Da Mao was sentenced to death for the crime of great unfilial piety. Er Mao collected his brother's body. Holding his only relative, Er Mao would cry and laugh, laugh and cry... "Hey, brother, live with a smile." On the execution ground.
The elder brother smiled at Er Mao. A very short smile, an eternal smile... After leaving the village where he had lived for more than ten years, Er Mao went to another place. No one knew where he was, and of course, no one cared about where he was...
About ten years ago, when the villagers had almost forgotten about the child with a tragic fate, several people came from the government office and brought a corpse, an adult male corpse weighing only a few dozen kilograms...
"Er Mao was illiterate, but before he died, he spent some money to ask someone to write a will. He had only one wish, and he hoped to be buried next to his brother's grave." Mo Zhai finished the story calmly.
"..." Swing didn't have much expression on his face, but his heart was filled with mixed emotions.
"How unfair fate is, and the rules are too flawed." Mo Zhai said, "We in Qingtian hope to change these and change everything."
"..." Swing remained silent.
"Mr. Yu's temperament has changed a lot since he lost his best friend. I thought he would never be related to our career, but now..." Mo Zhai's tone was slightly expectant, "Mr. Yu will take you to become a ghost. Read
We are very happy despite all the suffering in the world. I think you, Swing Girl, can..."
"Stop talking!" Swing replied coldly, "The crow said that you are not bad people, but you cannot be good people either!"
"..." This time it was Mo Zhai's turn to be silent.
Having said that, there is no need to say anything more. Mo Zhai took out a gourd from his arms and handed it to the swing, "This belongs to Mr. Yu of your family. When he comes, please give it to him..." Before he could finish speaking, his figure suddenly changed.
Disperse, disappear.
At the same time, a black fire fell to the ground in the distance, revealing a bird-man. "Leaving?"
"Yeah." Swing threw the gourd to Birdman casually, then jumped on his back without saying anything.
The black fire started again, and the two disappeared in mid-air.
A butterfly flew back and forth in front of Er Mao and Da Mao's graves...
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I originally wanted to continue watching the battle at Jindou Cave, but suddenly I sensed a change in my mark. I had no choice but to say a few words and the birdman left the battlefield. Sure enough, he soon found the swing and the people in Qingtian.
After flying away for a long time with the girl on his back, he landed on Gongming Island and entered the central city. When he arrived at Junhuan Lingyun Pavilion (Gongming Island Department), there was already a waiter waiting for the crow and led him to the secret room.
I saw Qixun who was recovering from his injuries. "It's your thing." He threw the gourd.
"Yeah." Qixun took the gourd.
"I'm leaving," Birdman said.
"Don't you have anything to say to mock me?" Qi interrogated.
"Mockery? Haha, I just want to remind you," Birdman said, "That Qingtian you have been looking down on is definitely not as weak as you think. If I hadn't made a karma mark in the blood of the Nine Emperors that they can't hide,
You, Hongtian, and Huangtian, all of you are making wedding clothes for Qingtian. Haha, I'm leaving!" All the way to the underworld, the fire was burning.
Qi Xun stood up and put the fish behind him in front of him, "My brother, I almost ruined your chance of resurrection due to carelessness, thanks to him... In the sky, this cannot be underestimated."
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Arriving at the 108 Police Station in the Jin District, the little girl Yin Mou was carefully sorting out the documents, and the child Gui He was sitting next to her. The result of the treatment for Gui He was much lighter than expected, "Gui He was punished and sent to the 108 Police Station as an auxiliary police officer.
"This should be the result that Yinmu wants to see the most. But speaking of it, apart from offending the Taishang Laojun by "burning" Li Xuan's body in the previous life, in fact, no one else wants to make things more difficult. After all, everyone is very happy.
I am too busy to bother a kid. It is said that Master Zhang Liang played a big role in being able to be dealt with like this this time.
"Director, I..." Yinmu and Guiji wanted to thank the birdman, but the crow didn't let them speak.
"Have you found Chen Ermao's file? Where is the location of his death?" Birdman sent a message in advance for Yinmu to search for the information.
"Here it is." Yin Mou handed over the document that he had prepared long ago.
The birdman casually shot out a stream of black fire, instantly burning the file, and then turned into flames and flew away again. Yinmu and Guihe looked at each other in confusion.
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world.
On a certain hillside, a flame descended, revealing a bird and a swing. The birdman snapped his fingers, and a bit of black fire slipped from his fingertips and dripped on the grass. "Crash", the flame burned slowly, and the shape looked like an adult.
People said, "Chen Ermao, how long will it take if you don't wake up now!"
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Chen Ermao left his hometown and found a job as a herdsman for others. Although the salary was not much and it was very hard, the lame young man always had a smile on his face and looked very satisfied.
In spring, the sky is clear, the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind, and cattle and sheep can be seen. "It's so good~" Chen Ermao said to himself while sitting on the hillside.
In summer, the drums roar, thunder descends, the sky points to the corridors, the wind and rain blow, and the river rolls into thousands of ravines. "It's great~" Chen Ermao said with a smile while hiding in the cave.
In autumn, golden soup spreads over the mountains and fields, jade wine fills the villages and countryside, the fruits are falling, and the fallen leaves are yellow. "It's so good~" Chen Ermao said with a smile while sitting beside the wheat field.
In winter, there are red dots and silver curtains, plain flowers fluttering on the red table, a fairy couple in their cardamom years, and a weak-headed gentleman. "That's great~" The owner's son is the most handsome boy in the village, and he married the most beautiful girl in the village.
, Chen Ermao said with a happy smile at the banquet.
Chen Ermao always remembers his brother's words. His brother's smile will always remain in Ermao's heart. He always smiles and treats everything with a smile, "Smile and live."