Chapter 802: Before entering

That year, a lot of snow fell on the winter day, flooding millions of households, but inside and outside the city was very different. Zhumen alleyed the piano to enjoy the snow, the sound of wine and piano, the dancing girl, and the apron drifted across the snow. Dance into the new year.
Beyond the cut-out windows, the azure roof tiles have been covered by heavy snow. The ice is hanging under the jade tiles, and the cold wind passes through the alleys like a knife, not only through the Jinpu Jade households. The carved beams and painted buildings also pass through the withered and barren deep courtyard.
The wind and snow surrounded for a long time between heaven and earth, as if it could not be dispersed at all. In the vast sky, there were no bird shadows. Occasionally, there was a sound of a tumbling piano that somewhere came, and it was also picked up by the cold snow. Lonely, then disappeared silently.
At that time, the head of Tianjianmen was going down the mountain. When he slowly opened the scarlet mansion door, the bright yellow candlelight illuminated the mansion, the noble officials were still pushing cups and changing dishes, the dishes were not ready, and wine Even after three rounds, he stepped out on his own, watching the snow that had not yet fallen, and the sky was all pale.
Holding a clean paper umbrella, with a somewhat lonely figure, he stepped out of the door.
Year after year, Xinxue's fading is covered with a long period of practice that is not known to be cold or warm, year after year, as if the passage of time is just a monotonous repetition.
Just like this heavy snowfall, there is only one color left on the earth after sweeping.
The young Dao boy beside him looked at the hidden back of his umbrella and asked curiously: "Master, what a snowstorm is outside, what are you going to do?"
Others whispered, "Your master has always disliked liveliness. He wants to go for a walk."
The young Taoist gave a whistle, turned back, and looked at everything around him, because others told him that today, he worshiped Master, and he would go to the mountain to practice. I am afraid that these things will not be seen in the future. Arrived. .
Gorgeous lanterns hanging from the ceiling, the hanging colored chandelier swayed slightly, and the fine porcelain bells around the dancer's waist sang loudly. Through this bright pavilion, it faded into the snow outside the bead curtain.
"When I go to Tianjianmen in the future, can I still go home often?" The child in Taoist clothes grabbed you and clicked, and suddenly asked with a childish tone.
"of course can."
The middle-aged woman petted and touched the boy's head pettingly. After a while, her expression turned to some sorrow, and she could not help sighing: "If you become a fairy in the future, would you still think about home like this? "
"Of course. Home is so good. Nowhere is home." The child didn't want to say it.
The child looked at the snow in the yard outside. If it weren't for a group of immortal guests in the house today, he would be playing with the snowmen with the girls.
When he worships himself, he will become an apprentice to that person. Then we will go to the mountain. He was reluctant. But his father seemed very happy.
The middle-aged woman rubbed the child's head and nudged him into her arms. Reluctantly.
The wind and snow were swaying, the wind was biting, and the head of Tianjianmen was alone, walking silently in the frost and snow.
After all, the earth is no more peaceful than the mountains, and even the snow is nowhere to cover the ravages of an old city.
Suddenly he seemed to be aware of something and stopped with his umbrella.
A boy of the age of seven or eight was pushed out of the mansion, and the gate was closed. The boy hammered the door with his frozen hands and lifted his sleeves to wipe the tears.
The boy knocked on the door for a long time, as if exhausted. He knelt down in the snow outside the door, his eyes flushed.
After all, it's just a child and a mortal. How can a thin piece of cloth to catch frost and snow, the boy stood up hard from the snow and walked slowly towards an alley.
The snow was deep, so every step he took was slow.
Seeing such a scene, the head of Tianjianmen couldn't help sighing. The human world finally couldn't compare with clearing up in the mountains. The only thing in his heart was the longevity of Taoism.
After all, he didn't stop because of a poor child. He was already a foreigner. This indifferent mindset, after many years of cultivation, was as restless as possible, and then he slowly walked towards another street.
Ordinary people ’s cooking cigarettes, old men with silver canes on crutches, children wearing new clothes with firecrackers covering their ears, beggars lining up to receive thin relief porridge, chanting sounds from the temple, at this time of the year, pray for incense and worship the Buddha There are always many people. There are also manuscripts scattered by the frustrated readers in the snow.
At this time, the bell in the temple rang and the crowd rushed in. As if all the sustenance and vision for the new year, all rose to the blue fireworks in front of the gods and Buddhas.
The fireworks burst and the bells kept ringing.
The umbrella was covered with a thin layer of snow.
The head of Tianjianmen was a little stunned, looking at this long-lost world, he was totally confused.
He walked away from the alley step by step, walking around, his footprints overlapping with passersby, and it was no longer recognizable.
The night gradually fell, the vast white snow spread into a silver light, and some were magnificently illuminated by your door lantern.
Somewhere around the corner, he saw the boy again, the one curled up in a dark corner, and the straw was spread over her, and the crying eyes were red and swollen.
Every winter many people die in the city, and such a spectacle becomes commonplace.
"Aren't you going home so late?"
The little boy looked at the young man who suddenly walked in front of his umbrella, tears in his eyes, and did not speak.
The head of Tianjianmen saw her pale lips and frost-covered eyelashes and sighed softly.
He squatted down and patted the boy's head. The fairy touches the top.
The boy suddenly felt not cold. He looked at the young man of Xianfengdao, shrinking timidly. Although he didn't know what the young man with vicissitudes did, he whispered. Thank you.
The head of Tianjianmen asked again, "Are you nowhere to go?"
The little boy bit his lip and lowered his head. His original Yu Nen's face was touched with a lot of dirty carbon black, and his worn clothes couldn't even wrap him around, and a thin layer of bruise on his arm.
"My dad is dead." The little boy spoke.
The little boy said intermittently: "My mother asked me to work for the Li family and asked me to be obedient. If I was kicked out, I wouldn't go home. I have been with the Li family for three months. It was fine. But the lady said suddenly I stole something, beat me, and kicked me out. "
The head of Tianjianmen looked at the little boy's trembling shoulders, and there was a bit of bitterness in his already clear mind. He didn't ask the little boy if he really stole something, which was meaningless.
He just asked softly, "What's your name?" The little boy closed his mouth and lowered his head, refusing to speak.
"Don't you have a name?" The little boy said after a long time: "My mother said ... My mother said I was ... food ... food warm. Hope I can ... I can have food to eat and wear ... ... warmly dressed, dying ... dying. "
"Liang Wensheng?" Tian Jianmen's head murmured his name softly, and then suddenly smiled. He nodded suddenly and said, "Well, the original name is Liang."
The little boy looked up in confusion, looking at the gentleman in front of him, but with a blank expression.
No matter what his last name was. Since then he has been named Liang.
The head of Tianjianmen laughed a few times, and he reached out a hand to the little boy. He was very young, but the hand was surprisingly broad, with heavy cocoons, staggered with deep palm prints.
The little boy didn't move.
"Go home with me," Tian Jianmen said.
"No." The boy shook his head:
The head of Tianjianmen suddenly wanted to ask: Do you know who I am? But when I think about it, I think it's too much, and I think about it.
"You don't want to live without food, clothing, food and clothing. If you have enough talents, you can also seek a path that is difficult for mortals to reach in your life, and there is no master who oppresses slaves on the mountain. It ’s just like home. Take whatever you want, and no one will ask if you stole something. "
The little boy looked up, his dark eyes lit up again, and he seemed to shake. But after a long silence, the little boy shook his head.
This is the biggest encounter in the life of Tian Jianmen. The personal disciples of the head of the family, whether you are a wealthy enemy or a senior official, are honored to be your own disciples, but this little boy who is almost freezing to death has repeatedly rejected himself.
"Why?" The head of Tianjianmen smiled with a mockery, and he couldn't help asking.
"The Li family's wages haven't been given to me this month ... the family is almost out of food." The little boy cried.
"You follow me. You, including your family, will not worry about eating." The head of Tianjianmen comforted:
"Cheat." The little boy ducked his eyes.
"Why should I lie to you a child?" Tian Jianmen smiled.
"My mother said, there can be no one in this world who treats himself for nothing." The boy said:
"Then do you want to freeze to death on this snowy night, or choose to go to the mountain with me?" The hand extended by the head of Tianjianmen still did not retract, he thought for a while, and said sincerely.
The little boy blinked, his thatch was cold, and his clothes were cold.
He could not help trembling and reached out his hand, and caught his hand.
The head of Tianjianmen took the little boy's hand and walked in the snowy night. The little boy who had been hungry for a long time suddenly had a weak leg and fell to his knees in the snow. The head of Tianjianmen watched the little boy struggling to get out of the snow with his knees in the snow, and suddenly he moved his heart and said with a scrupulous attitude: "It's a worship ceremony. You will be my apprentice in the future, you If talented, I will
The little boy looked blank again.