Over the years, although Yan Xiaoan often blamed Yan Qiuyu for not giving her good food, in fact, Yan Qiuyu had never treated her badly.
He tried his best to give Yan Xiaoan everything he wanted within the scope of his ability, but Yan Xiaoan couldn't bear it. He always felt that his master had greater potential, instead of living in his own house and receiving subsistence allowance all day long.
On the second day after returning from town, during lunch, Yan Qiuyu came back from a trip and saw Yan Xiaoan poking at the bowl.
Yan Qiuyu glanced at Zhang Dashan, who was smart and said directly, "Second uncle, you didn't follow me yesterday. When Xiaoan and I were leaving the city, we saw a large number of refugees coming from other places. He was half-clothed, hungry and sallow, and something was wrong with Xiao An at that time."
Hearing this, Yan Qiuyu nodded in understanding, sat down next to Yan Xiaoan, and placed the fruit he had just picked in the countryside in front of her.
"What are Xiao An worried about?"
Maybe it was the master's voice that reassured Yan Xiaoan, or maybe it was the fruit in front of him that caught his eye, and the little guy finally had a smile on his face.
"Old man, did you go out early in the morning to pick fruit?" He twisted the fruit and took a bite. It was a bit astringent in the mouth, but after chewing it again, it had a sweet and sour taste, which was quite delicious.
Zhang Dashan went to get it, but Yan Qiuyu glared back.
"It's just a few small wild jujubes. I'll pick them myself later." The boy who couldn't eat the wild jujubes took a few mouthfuls of rice and didn't look at the evil master and apprentice.
"Let's go take a look at the mountain. When the weather gets better in two days, how about taking you to farm with Dashan." Yan Qiuyu seemed to be asking, but he was just informing.
The seeds brought back from the city were still placed in the corner.
Yan Xiaoan pursed his lips, "I told you to work quickly, and you asked me to farm with you. Old man, you are old and your brain is not working well."
"This matter can't be rushed. If it's so easy to handle, why do you think it's an old case? It's just such a performance evaluation list. It's really going to be easy to handle. Why don't everyone rush forward."
Yan Xiaoan was right to think so, "So farming is for work?"
"So be it."
"OK."
Zhang Dashan couldn't understand what the master and apprentice were talking about, but he did have some insights when he heard about farming. "Second uncle, if you have anything to do, just ask me. If you want someone or something else, I, Zhang Dashan, will never shirk it."
The young man's middle-aged look made Yan Xiaoan laugh. After the haze of the morning disappeared, he was no longer so repelled by farming.
"I think second uncle, you and Brother Dashan are enough. I am too young to do rough work."
The day passed just like that, talking and laughing.
Yan Qiuyu asked Zhang Dashan to prepare some common tools, while he made some pastries that were easy to store overnight and filled Yan Xiao's pockets.
After everything was done, it was already early in the morning, and Yan Xiaoan was fast asleep in bed.
As a soul transferer, Yan Qiuyu does not necessarily need to fall asleep. Looking at the sleeping face on the bed now, he can't help but think of the time when he first picked up Yan Xiaoan.
Yan Qiuyu has always had a gentle temperament. If it weren't for the urging of his elders, he wouldn't have wanted to come to this world. The year he first entered the world was met with a natural disaster.
A severe drought was followed by a flood, followed by a once-in-a-hundred-year winter. Even now, the people in the main temple can still laugh at Yan Qiuyu, saying that he is in trouble.
Even so, people of their status could not care about too many things in the world. Yan Qiuyu became more and more numb wherever he went.
He didn't know why the defenseless people were so embarrassed today, and he didn't understand why innocent people were always overwhelmed by disasters.
Displaced people are wandering everywhere in sight, and there is not a trace of smile on people's faces.
That was the first time he met Yan Xiaoan. The child looked to be seven or eight years old, and his eyes were blankly watching everything happening around him.
The place where she sat on the ground could only be described as dirty. The surrounding area was so stench that it would be an exaggeration to call it a mass grave.
There are people everywhere who have lost their lives due to natural disasters. When everyone sees the child, they act as if they have not seen her, because they know that her life has been fixed and it is difficult for gods to save her.
Yan Qiuyu walked over and squatted beside her, completely ignoring everything around him. He didn't know why he was like this, maybe it was just because the child glanced at him, as if calling him to stop.
Time passed at that moment, but it slipped away from the two of them alone.
"Want to come with me?" At that time, Yan Qiuyu stretched out his clean and slender hand.
It was in sharp contrast to the child's trembling outstretched hand, but after a long time, the child didn't hand it over.
"Are you afraid?" Yan Qiuyu's voice was soft, but she heard it clearly.
The child nodded, probably because he didn't believe that anyone would take him out of here.
"What are you afraid of?"
"The god who's afraid of me is just playing a joke on me." For children, Yan Qiuyu like this should be the god that adults pray to.
Adults often kneel down to pray, but she has never really seen a god. She still remembers the day her mother left. It rained heavily for a long time. Her father told her that the gods would help them, but her father did not wait until that time.
The person lying next to her was the father who continued to say that the gods would help them until his death. At that time, she knew that there might not be any gods in this world at all.
That's just a drama that people deceive themselves by hoping to survive.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Yan Qiuyu stretched his hand forward again.
The temptation was so good that she couldn't help it. She had nothing to lose, so she gave up her first move and everything she had.
"May I have your name."
"Xiao An." The child's hoarse voice sounded like a little old man after not eating for several days.
Yan Qiuyu: "Then you can follow me from now on. How about calling me Yan Xiaoan."
"good."
The people sitting in high positions in the main temple glared angrily at the indifferent man below.
"You are ridiculous, meddling in human affairs at will, do you know that the world will not tolerate it?"
"I am just keeping a dying person, and this world is just missing a lonely soul. How can the world not tolerate it?"
"Yan Qiuyu, you are the one who will inherit the main temple in the future. How can you do such a thing arbitrarily?"
"Father, I never thought that one day I would be the master of this temple. I just hope that you will give up such thoughts as soon as possible." Yan Qiuyu was neither humble nor arrogant, and he did not feel that he was wrong in taking Yan Xiaoan in.
Yan Qiujin, who has become the Master of Soul Transferring, naturally turned to his younger brother. He took a step forward and spoke, "Father, calm down. Yudi only has such a compassionate heart as a Bodhisattva. It is a good thing. If father really doesn't Don’t worry, you can put Yudi in the Duhun Division and let him experience it.”
He waved his sleeves in front of the main temple, and it was considered that he agreed to this matter.
