There was a huge crowd at the entrance of the Chenghuang Temple.
Some people giggled like crazy, and some people exclaimed loudly: "Hey! It's snowing, it's snowing again."
In the human lights like broken stars, fine snow fell again.
Song Ciwan was squeezed to the side again, and the boy who was crying and laughing just now with the family protection talisman in his arms subconsciously followed her closely.
People became even more anxious: "Quick! Give up, it's snowing, I want to go home!"
Some people are still crowding around to buy the talisman, while some people have already bought the talisman and just want to run home while the snow is not heavy yet.
Why do you seem to be afraid of the snow?
In fact, what people are afraid of is not the snow, but the evil disaster that happens in the snow at night like last night!
Song Ciwan naturally did not fight against the crowd. She walked quickly, going further and further off the road. She didn’t know how long she walked, but it seemed like she had just walked for a moment. The crowded crowd gradually thinned out. Suddenly, she saw fine snow in front of her, and the long street was open. .
The boy who was following her was still rushing forward. When he saw her suddenly stopping, he exclaimed: "It's about to hit, it's about to hit, ouch!"
Song Ciwan stepped aside and avoided him gently and deftly, but the young man couldn't stop and fell down with a bang.
New snow had just fallen on the street at this time, and the ground was wet. The boy lay on the ground like a drowned frog, raised his head, and grinned at Song Ciwan.
Facing such a gaudy smiling face, Song Ciwan couldn't help but burst into laughter.
The young man chuckled and said, "Sister Yueniang, I, I just invited the family protection talisman, I am so happy."
His title made Song Ciwan raise his eyebrows. After thinking for a moment, he finally remembered that this young man was also the child of a minor official in Jishanfang, and they should have known each other when they were young.
It had been a while since he'd seen him, and his face was too dirty, so Song Ciwan couldn't recognize him right away.
"Are you A Xuan from Uncle Yang's family?" She stepped forward and stretched out a hand, preparing to pull up Yang Taixuan who was lying on the ground.
Yang Taixuan, a naive young man, quickly put his right hand behind his back. After wiping his wet hand with the clean clothes on his back, he grabbed the hand handed over by Song Ciwan and used her strength to stand up. got up.
"Thank you, Sister Yueniang." Yang Taixuan looked embarrassed and said his thanks in a silly manner.
Song Ciwan took back her hand and said, "Aren't you afraid of me? They are all avoiding me."
As he spoke, Song Ciwan opened an oil-paper umbrella. She got caught in the rain once and has since developed the habit of carrying an umbrella with her. It was snowing softly and she had an umbrella to hold her.
Yang Taixuan hunched his back and walked along the same road as Song Ciwan. Song Ciwan's umbrella tilted slightly to help him cover the snow.
Yang Taixuan's lips trembled slightly and he said with some excitement: "Sister Yueniang, when I was a child, I was beaten by my father. Everyone laughed at me, but you were the only one who comforted me..."
He added: "My father died a few days ago."
In such a sentence, the turn is a bit unexpected.
Song Ciwan didn't know how to answer the call. She remembered that several fast-track clerks had indeed died some time ago. She didn't pay much attention to the specific names. It turned out that one of them was Yang Taixuan's father.
She wanted to say "sorry", but she heard Yang Taixuan say: "Sister Wan Niang, if you want to be tough, now I am just as tough as you, so of course I am not afraid of you."
This is not a good thing, but Yang Taixuan laughed again as he spoke: "My father is dead, and no one will beat me and my mother day and night anymore. They all told me that they wanted me to express their condolences, but In fact, I don’t feel sad at all, and I have nothing to feel sorry for.”
Yes, Yang Taixuan's father is a complete domestic violence man. He will seize any opportunity to beat his wife and children to death.
At first, the neighbors would stop and give advice when they saw it.
Later, I discovered that no matter how much he tried to stop or persuade him, Yang's father never changed his habit of beating his wife and children. And every time he beat someone, as long as he cried and confessed to his wife, Yang's wife would always forgive him.
Gradually, the neighbors no longer tried to dissuade me, and they all regarded it as a sideshow. Not only did they get used to it, they even had some fun sometimes.
Song Ciwan was not interested in having fun. Although her family and the Yang family were in the same Jishanfang, they were two streets apart. She had heard about Yang's father's domestic violence, but she had almost never seen it with her own eyes.
She had only seen injuries on Yang Taixuan's body, and she seemed to have applied medicine to him when he was a child.
Seeing Yang Taixuan talking about her father's death with a smile on her face, she couldn't help but think that this young man might have been driven crazy by the daily domestic violence.
But that's okay. You can't ask a person who has been bullied since childhood to be kind to the abuser.
Song Ciwan said: "There is no need to express my condolences, so why not...congratulations on your escape from the sea of suffering!"
Yang Taixuan's arched back straightened slightly at this moment. He turned his head to look at Song Ciwan, and said in surprise and joy: "Sister Yueniang, don't you advise me to give priority to the dead and let me cry more for him?"
Song Ciwan said: "When some people die, their sins will disappear. But for some people, even if they die, their sins will still not disappear. Since I have never suffered from you, how can I advise you to let it go?"
Yang Taixuan looked at Song Ciwan. He had said he wouldn't cry just now, but now two lines of clear tears fell from his eyes.
Tears washed away the dirty marks on his face, revealing a very fine and white skin.
He wiped his face haphazardly, but the tears grew more and more.
"Hehehe, hahaha..." He cried with eyes and smiled, "Sister Yueniang, those people, while they advised me to refrain from mourning, they saw that I didn't seem to be sad, but they blamed me, blaming me for not being sad! Hahaha, Tell me, are these people funny?"
"You were the first to tell me that even if some people die, their sins cannot be erased... I am so happy! I just don't want to be sad for him. In my heart, he will always be guilty!" Yang Taixuan wiped it out again Get the tears off your face.
He said: "But he died, I can't cry anymore, I will laugh in the future, I will laugh, haha, hahaha!"
Smiling, his tears really stopped. He looked at Song Ciwan, cracked his mouth and smiled with white teeth. His eyes washed by tears were as bright as broken stars falling under the light of the roadside. .
The scales of heaven and earth appeared at this moment, and a ball of air with a white background and a green light lay on the scales.
This is the first time that Song Ciwan has seen such a color of qi. Most of the things he usually sees are grayish white or green and black. It looks like this with a white background and green light shining through it. It doesn't look like qi, it actually looks like a ball of green and white jade!
[Human desires, joy, anger, and sorrow, five pounds and seven taels, can be sold. 】
Yang Taixuan's emotions were so turbulent that he weighed five kilograms and seven taels!
This is also the first time that Song Ciwan has collected such a large amount of seven emotions and six desires. Is it precisely because of this that this mass of energy shows a sapphire-like color?
She put away the scale and looked at Yang Taixuan and smiled softly.
The two of them walked together in the snow, and while walking in the direction of Jishanfang, Yang Taixuan opened up his chatterbox and began to talk to Song Ciwan about his future plans.
"Sister Yueniang, I want to find a martial arts school to practice martial arts. My father died, and the Yamen gave him fifty taels of pension. My mother took five taels of silver and came out to bury him."
"I need to keep some money at home, and I still have thirty taels that I can use to practice martial arts. The first month's admission to the Zhang Family Martial Arts School only costs five taels. I'm going to practice hard, and once I'm done with it, I can find a job to make money, and everything will be fine in the future. ”
That is indeed very good. Song Ciwan said: "Not bad, great."
Yang Taixuan added: "Actually, I can inherit my father's position, but my mother is afraid that I will be killed by a demon like my father, so I am not allowed to go."
Yes, the position of a low-level official can be hereditary. Like Song Ciwan, if she was not a girl, she could also inherit Song Youde's job as a minor official.
But she was a girl, so Song Ciwan could only be forced into the laundry room at first.
At this time, Yang Taixuan said again: "Sister Yueniang, how much debt do you still owe? When I can make money, I will help you pay it back. Don't go to the laundry room anymore. It's not a long-term place."
Song Ciwan was shocked by what he said.
But she reacted very quickly, and immediately raised her eyebrows and asked Yang Taixuan: "Axuan, do you look down on me working in the laundry room?"
Yang Taixuan suddenly panicked. He stammered in explanation: "No, I'm not, I..."
Song Ciwan interrupted him and said: "Axuan, what is the world of a martial artist like? When you go to the martial arts hall in the future, can you have a good talk with me?"
Yang Taixuan was interrupted, but he breathed a sigh of relief. He hurriedly said: "Of course!"
As they were talking, the two of them walked along and saw a familiar scene in front of them. It turned out that it was Song Ciwan who had arrived at his home.
And just at the entrance of the Song family's courtyard, there was a young man standing in the wind and snow.
This man was tall and thin, dressed like a scholar, and his face was a little red from being beaten by the wind and snow. He was Song Ciwan’s ex-fiancé, Wang Yi, who had given Song Ciwan his emotional value in exchange for the first level of the Heart Sutra. !
Wang Yi raised his eyes and saw Song Ciwan and Yang Taixuan coming together under the same umbrella. His expression changed instantly.
He stretched out his hand and pointed at the two of them, speechless, as if shocked and angry: "You, you..."
Song Ciwan tilted his head and smiled slightly when he saw the emotional treasure boy.
