In the past few days, everyone in the small town knew that an old man had disappeared inexplicably from the house on the mountainside. The old man is a low-key person. People in the town work at sunrise and rest at sunset. He is too busy. How could he notice that this old man is missing?
It turned out that in the study, two or three children were sent to the house on the mountainside every day to visit a child. With such back and forth, the news spread naturally, and many merchants knew that the master of making kiln chickens mentioned by the children was actually a child. The merchants all smiled and said nothing. Some merchants felt that what the children said was credible. I can't believe it. How old is the child? How many coins are there in your pocket? How many delicacies in this world have you eaten? Some merchants don’t think so. Children’s words are credible. What children think is delicious must be delicious based on their feelings. If even children can’t handle it, let alone adults.
On the small house on the mountainside, the door of the house was open. The two children unceremoniously took out two wooden stools from the house and sat in front of the door. It's Zhong Xiaofan and Liang Siheng.
Liang Siheng put the book in his lap on his lap, turned to look into the room, and asked, "Hey, tell me, how can someone sleep for three days and three nights without any injuries on their body?"
Zhong Xiaofan cracked the melon seeds, pointed to the room and said: "No, why don't you wake him up and ask him how he did it? For three days and three nights, he didn't eat, drink or poop. By the way, He can still talk in his sleep, which is quite strange."
Liang Siheng turned his head back and looked at the scenery in the distance: "Hey, this guy Chen Hongjing knows how to live on the mountainside. If he takes out a wicker chair and just goes there, he can see half of it at a glance. A small town, if you can make a pot of tea next to it, tsk tsk tsk, it will be a great enjoyment in life. I don’t understand why Grandpa Chen would choose to leave such a good place."
Zhong Xiaofan quickly threw the melon seed shells in his hand to Liang Siheng. He looked around the room and found that there was no movement, so he whispered: "Liang Siheng, others are full and have nothing to do. Why are you doing this before you eat?" You are starting to talk nonsense, so why don’t you mention something? What if Chen Hongjing suddenly wants to come over and hears what you say? Look at how clever you are at flattering your wife every day. Why are you so stupid now?"
Liang Siheng said "Yeah" and quietly turned his head back into the room. When he found that there was no movement, he whispered: "Blame me, blame me. Do you think how hard it must have been in his heart?"
Zhong Xiaofan shook his head: "There are no adjectives to describe his injury. If there is one, it would be more hurt."
Liang Siheng raised his thumb towards Zhong Xiaofan and said respectfully: "Awesome, awesome. Thanks to you, you have the nerve to blame me, so your reading of this book is in vain."
In the room, Chen Hongjing actually woke up very early and had been lying on the bed, listening to the conversation between the two people outside entering the non-soundproof room. He looked at the eaves. The eaves were covered with tiles, but three places were left to replace the tiles with glass.
Sunlight filtered in through the glass. When he was a child, the old man wouldn't allow him and his brother to go out at night, so they ran back to the room and leaned against the three pieces of glass to watch the starry sky at night. The two of them had also thought about spending a lot of money together, and each of them would build a big house, with two stone lions in front of the door, and at least two large courtyards and more than one pond in the house. Then they could write letters to ask their parents to come back. After moving in, the two brothers even chose the location of the house.
Chen Hongjing sat up from the bed and walked to the door. Looking at the door, the two people were still chatting leisurely. Chen Hongjing stretched out his hands and patted the two of them on the shoulders at the same time. They were scared and sat back down. , while turning to look at him.
"Let's go, I will take you two to get revenge." Chen Hongjing's fierce eyes gave the two of them no reason to refuse.
Chen Hongjing smiled evilly, walked to the small fence next to the house, looked at the chickens inside, quickly reached in with both hands, and caught one with one hand, turned to Zhong Xiaofan and said: "I am responsible for killing the chickens. Between the two of you, one of you will be responsible for digging the soil to build the kiln, and the other will be responsible for preparing the marinade. You two should divide the work among yourselves."
The two of them looked at each other, and then at Chen Hongjing at the same time. They probably had the same idea in their minds. The child must have been mad.
Chen Hongjing also felt that the two people in front of him were stupid and said impatiently: "Do you two want to eat or not? Let's talk happily and coyly. What do you look like?" After saying that, Chen Hongjing wanted to take his hand Put the chicken back.
The two immediately jumped up from their chairs.
"Do it, do it. I'm in charge of the marinade."
"I went, but you beat me to it. If it weren't for your small stature, I would have grabbed the marinade from you."
Liang Siheng rushed into the room and raised his eyebrows at Zhong Xiaofan. Hey, I just chose faster than you. Angry or not, I just want to anger you.
Zhong Xiaofan smiled at Liang Siheng and raised his middle finger at the door, then walked to dig soil in the open space next to the house. Chen Hongjing glanced in the direction of Zhong Xiaofan, which was exactly where the old man was walking. Then he turned to look at the chicken in his hand, and an evil smile appeared on his face again. Very good, old man, you are not coming back, are you? Let me Take care of yourself, right? I'll eat up all the chickens you raised as soon as possible. Let's see what you do when you come back.
Chen Hongjing stared at the other chickens in the pen. The other chickens were hugging each other. It didn't look like the little owner was feeding himself.
A Fang was calculating accounts in the shop, but his hand on the abacus did not move. That day, a scholar in black shirt told him something in the house. A Fang didn't recognize the scholar in black shirt in front of him, so he naturally refused to let him enter the house. However, A Fang felt in his heart that he was familiar and not a bad person, so he took him in.
The scholar in black shirt said that his name was Fu Hengze and he was from the capital, and asked Al Fang if he wanted to go to the capital with him. A Fang was very confused as to why the person in front of him, who was not related to him, wanted to take him to the capital for no reason.
Fu Hengze did not ask him this question in a hurry. Instead, he looked around Al Fang's house and said with a smile: "Thanks for being his child, you can still see his shadow in you. Don't open the door casually and let strangers in. Don’t you understand such a simple truth?”
A Fang didn't wait for the answer he wanted, and said with a smile: "I'm such a arrogant person, if something really happens, you can't beat me."
Fu Hengze nodded: "Yes, in a few days you will know why I asked you to follow me to Beijing. If you know the answer then, it's up to you whether to go or not."
The scholar in black shirt turned around and left after speaking, without answering Al Fang's question just now.
Before Al Fang came to his senses, Fu Hengze came to Al Fang's shop again and said with a smile: "Boss Al Fang."
Only then did A Fang realize that the man named Fu Hengze was here again. This time he was wearing gray-white clothes and looked like a scholar, but he was just a little younger than last time.
A Fang smiled and said: "Mr. Fu, the time to think about it hasn't come yet. Why are you coming to me so soon to ask for an answer?"
Fu Hengze smiled and waved his hand: "Brother Al Fang, don't panic, don't panic. I'm not here to get answers from you, but I have a friend who wants to come over and buy some of the Four Treasures of the Study." After that, A child of four or five years old walked out from behind Fu Hengze, with a cinnabar dotted in the middle of his forehead, just like the Taoist boys from the immortals in the books.
The child was not afraid of anything, and said proactively: "Hello, brother, may I ask where the four treasures of the study are located? I will look for them myself."
A Fang smiled and said: "Yo yo yo, your little mouth is so sweet. It's right over there. Be careful. If you can't reach it, call me."
The child nodded and ran quickly in the direction pointed by Al Fang.
A Fang looked at Fu Hengze, who smiled but said nothing. A Fang also nodded and smiled. Since Fu Hengze didn't say anything, A Fang didn't ask any more questions. That's how he behaved. He always felt that everything had been arranged secretly, and when it was time for him to know, he would Will let him know.
Fu Hengze walked down the street with the child who had bought the Four Treasures of the Study. The child snapped his fingers, and the pile of Four Treasures of the Study disappeared in his hands.
After Fu Hengze saw it, he smiled and said: "Little Master, it's you who did it when I went out.
He said he didn't bring it with him, so why did he suddenly have an extra square inch on his body? This skill of being able to create small objects at will is really something I envy. "
The child scratched his head and smiled: "I was just joking with Mr. Fu. I went out and knew I was going to buy something, so how could I not bring a bag with it?"
"Hey, don't. Don't call me Mr. Fu. Your combined age is as old as the two of me."
The child smiled and stopped. Not wanting to continue discussing this topic, he turned to look at the hill in the distance and said, "Mr. Chen left? When did it happen?"
Fu Hengze also stopped and followed the child to change direction: "It happened a few days ago. Little Master, what did your ancestors say?"
The child held his head in his hands and looked at the sky: "The sun, moon and stars are moving around. The sky is divided between the southeast, the northwest, and the sky. It could be ten years as early as twenty years as late as twenty years. The world will inevitably be vast, good or bad, and it will be another unknown event. thing."
The child shook his head and walked back to the inn alone, letting the gray-white scholar continue to stand where he was, thinking about the problem. Think well. Life is about thinking, practicing, and seeking truth. Otherwise, life would be boring. This is what Master Zhongtong said. However, Zhongtong himself does not think so. He feels that everyone Every decision you make should be based on your heart. Pursuing the direction that your heart desires most is the most sincere. The more you worry too much, the more often you will not get what you want.
Even if I get it, I still don’t feel happy enough. Zhidong let out a breath: "Hey, I don't have enough Taoism and cultivation of mind. I still have to practice." He knew that all the things he thought were not correct, but his master's ideas were not necessarily right either. Life is such a worry.
The child conjured a wine gourd out of nowhere, shook it a few times, raised his head, drank the wine, and said to Fu Hengze, "Old Fu, you can leave tonight."
After Zhong Xiaofan and Liang Siheng finished eating, they left long ago. Chen Hongjing was lying on the bed alone, thinking over and over again the words the old man left for himself before leaving. Think and act, how old is he? Since the people around him left one by one, he hid his heart and showed an indifferent look. Chen Hongjing sighed, forget it, love it as you like, don't think about it if you can't figure it out, it's not impossible to live your whole life in confusion.
Zhidong was drawing formations with cinnabar on the floor of the guest room alone, while Fu Hengze watched from the side. The boy didn't stop his movements and said with a wry smile: "I say, old man, you are looking forward to it, but you can't always look at me like this. It's embarrassing to be stared at like this by an old man. .”
Fu Hengze smiled and said, "Am I not defending the formation for you, little master?"
The child also turned around and smiled: "Then please help Master Fu guard the formation for me outside the door."
Fu Hengze nodded and pushed out the door. Enough of the jokes. Now he really couldn't disturb the little master's formation.
The moment Fu Hengze closed the door, a dazzling red light lit up in the guest room.
"Boy, wake up quickly. Is it okay to live your whole life in a daze?"
"I asked you to save..."
"You are the one who is going to be..."
"I taught you the skill of kiln chicken. If you don't carry it forward, you just want to open a few restaurants in this shabby little town? See if I don't beat you to death."
"You want to be the best in the world!"
Chen Hongjing suddenly rolled up from the bed, his forehead covered with beads of sweat. He checked when he fell asleep, put on his clothes, lit a lantern, and rushed out of the house.
It was drizzling outside, and Chen Hongjing ran towards the town with a lantern. He knew what the old man asked him to do.
A Fang walked out of his shop and locked the door. Outside the door, an old man and a child were waiting for him, each holding an umbrella. A Fang had just woken up and knew everything in his dream. He bowed to the old man and the child and said respectfully: "See you, Mr. Fu, see you, little master. I will follow Mr. Fu to the capital."
Fu Hengze nodded with a smile, walked to Afang, took out a silver-gray sign from his clothes, handed it over, and said with a smile: "This is the token of Yin Tian Palace. From now on, you will be the commander of Yin Tian Palace. Apart from me, You are the greatest in Yin Tian Palace."
The child immediately broke the story: "Come on, there are only two of you in the entire Yin Tian Palace, so what's the big deal?"
Fu Hengze smiled: "Let's go, get on the road quickly."
The child smiled slightly, turned his head and looked into the distance, and said with a smile: "Hey, it seems that another distinguished guest is coming."
Fu Hengze and Al Fang looked in the direction of the child at the same time, and saw a child running towards them with a lantern in the misty rain.
"This is Mr. Chen's grandson, but he is the adopted one." Fu Hengze explained.
Zhidong nodded: "So that's it. No wonder I can't detect the aura on him."
Chen Hongjing ran up to the three of them, and his eyes directly met Fu Hengze's. The drizzle fell into the lantern, and the candlelight was hit by the drizzle and would be extinguished at any time.
Chen Hongjing bowed to Fu Hengze in an informal manner and said, "Master Fu, do you know something about the reason why my old man left?"
Fu Hengze shook his head: "I'm sorry, I can't tell you for the time being. Come to me in a few years when you go to Beijing." After saying that, Fu Hengze also took out a token from his clothes and handed it over.
"Why can't you tell me now? I have some inside stories." Before Chen Hongjing could finish speaking, he was punched in the abdomen by Zhidong and fainted.
"Children are children, and they don't know what it means to speak out." The child slowly put Chen Hongjing on the ground. He turned around and said, "Let's go."
A Fang walked over, put something into Chen Hongjing's clothes, and then followed the two of them.
In the distance, two people, one large and one small, were standing. The younger one wanted to rush out to hold an umbrella for the child lying on the ground in the rain, but the older one held it with one hand, shook his head, and said lightly: "No, this rain It’s a great humiliation for him, it’s enough for us to just watch over him silently.”
Some people go away, some people come, and some people wait. Some things happen and cannot be stopped.
