Chapter 18: Memory backtracking (3)

Xu Xingzhi fell back into the house, and after entering the door, he almost overturned a pottery bottle to the ground.
Holding the bottle, the picture of Xu Xingzhi's eyes was intermittent and gradually connected.
But it is generally accustomed to such dizziness, this time Xu Xingzhi did not faint.
Relying on the root of the wall, Xu Xingzhi violently gasps, and the eyes floated through the large group of dense fog, and after rolling in the wrong place, it was a scene of clearing.
A street washed by the autumn rain appeared in front of his eyes.
The tea house is on the side of the street, and you can see the scene of the Chinese lanterns. It is a shack. Within the small building of the Qinglou, there are women who play mourning songs, mixed with the sound of autumn rain, and even sad.
Pedestrians on the street, only a lonely cabbage hit the street.
An old man who sells candied haws squats under the tea house to avoid the rain, and the grass handles that are placed beside him are full of bright candied haws that cannot be sold.
The tea house dude went out to bomb him: "Go and go, don't you see there are expensive people here? Crashing the nobles, your next life's blessings will be gone!"
The old man couldn’t hear him, only knowing that he was rushing to himself, he used to get up and go.
Sitting around the window, Xu Xingzhi saw the scene over the Lingge window. The lips twitched slightly and greeted him: "The store, I want to invite the old gentleman to come in for a cup of tea. It's convenient."
After all, he left the money on the table, and the banging of the coins slammed the eyes of the guys to the green.
He was too busy to break into the rain, and dragged the old man for a while, then nodded and hurriedly ushered him into the store.
The nine-segment lamp sitting on the table with Xu Xingzhi poured a cup of tea with his own teacup, silently holding it for the old man, and taking out the dry food wrapped in a leafy lotus leaf in his arms and handing it to the old man.
The old man thanked him with a sigh of relief, but he did not change his mind. He only got a little dagger and got up and went back to the table.
Xu Xingzhi was talking about what Meng Zhongguang was talking about. When he saw the nine lights coming back, he pulled him down and pointed to the opposite side and asked: "You two listen, is the girl's bullets good?"
The nine branches of the lamp are cold and cool: "...can be."
On the side of Meng Zhongguang’s eyes, he smiled and looked at Xu Xingzhi:
It’s not as good as the brother.

Jiuzhi Deng took a look at Meng Zhongguang and said nothing.
Xu Xingzhi’s trick was to find a silver ticket from the palm of his hand:
When this time is over, will the brothers take you in and play?

Jiuzhi Deng red cheeks on his face, his lips shook his head: "Brother, that is the land of fireworks, can't..."
Meng Zhongguang held his cheek, and he interrupted the nine lights with a smile without a heart: "Well, with the brothers, where to go to the light is happy."
The girl who sat at the same table with them had a soft cough, and the powdery cockroaches contained: "... brother."
The girl dressed in Fenglingshan costumes, was born beautifully, without a virtual pen on her face, black skin, and a beautiful sculpture. And a woman who is fortunate enough to be able to create such a look is hard to be unsatisfied. Naturally, a girl can’t be excused from it. It’s inevitable that there will be a bit more aggressive between the flying spirits:
Listen to the tone, do the brothers often go to those places?

Xu Xingzhi did not speak yet, and Zhou Beinan next to him put in a bar and came in: "... Don't listen to him. Those who hooked the fence, he didn't have the courage to enter, and pulling you is nothing but courage."
Xu Xingzhi: "Less my reputation in front of my younger brother and sister."
Zhou Beinan didn't look at him. He said to the girl: "The last time I went to the Shouyang Mountain with your brother Xu, I took the exiled ghost. After the incident, he said that he would take me to see and see those golden caves. It’s more like seeing the world. The result is that the girl’s waistband is smashed, saying, don’t leave my family’s daughter-in-law fast, and pull me to run.

Xu Xingzhi: "... Zhou Fatzi, are you dying?"
Zhou Beinan has no fear: "You said it is true."
The girl was only able to show her face, and she shaved her cheeks with a smile and went to Xu Xingzhi.
Zhou Beinan sat next to his sister-in-law Zhou Xian. She followed her brother's appearance, but did not follow his temper. He listened to his brother's strange words and only smiled softly.
After listening to Zhou Beinan's words, Meng Chongguang and Jiuzhi Lans breathed a sigh of relief. After they noticed each other's demeanor, they looked at each other and simultaneously quickly turned their attention.
Finally, the end of this conversation is a warm snow dust sitting alone.
He knocked on the cup and said to Zhou Beinan and Xu Xingzhi: "You two should not bicker."
Compared to the closed doors of other shops, this small restaurant is very lively.
Several main tables were occupied by four disciples dressed in various suits. Xu Xingzhi took Meng Zhongguang, Jiuzhi Lan and Shi Ruyuan as a table, Zhou Beinan and his sister Zhou Xian sat together, Qu Chi took three or four Danyang Feng disciples, only Wen Xuechen occupied a table. , single drink alone.
The two cool valley disciples he brought, including Lu Yujiu, sat on the other table, and they did their best.
In addition to the four disciples, a beautiful and delicate face is sitting at the table of Qu Chi, choked. Qu Chi Wen Sheng glared at him, but he always cried and cried.
Xu Xingzhi turned his head and said: "Roch, you can't do it. Can you ask?"
Qu Chi also has some helplessness: "Come on, don't worry."
He took the child's cold and soft hand and asked with a good temper: "Where do you see the people who took your brother and went, tell us how good?"
The child only cares about convulsions, his eyes are red, his mouth is open, but he is so nervous that he can't even say a word.
Qu Chi put his hand on the back of the child's head and gently said: "I know that you are scared, I am afraid, now you are by our side, there will be nothing. You can rest assured."
The child was ignorant, and his pale lips were slightly open, but he still did not speak.
Xu Xingzhi knocked on the table: "If you are, you can try it."
Yuan Ruyi has been quietly looking at Xu Xingzhi since the beginning. His face is peachy and his lips are spring, but when Xu Xingzhi looks at her, she leans behind her sword and screams her chin. "Yes, brother."
When he got up, Yuan Ruzhen secretly put a hot cheek on his back, and he gave a look to Zhou Xian.
Zhou Xian put Yuan Ru's little daughter's modality into his eyes, and laughed and stood up.
Women should have a more set of children, especially beautiful women, who have an advantage by nature.
Xu Xingzhi thought so, but the child did not appreciate it at all. It was only when Zhou Xian and Yuan Ruyi accompanied him close to him, he was scared to drill down the table.
Yuan Ruyi stood in the footsteps and looked puzzled.
The teahouse owner squatted on the side and explained to the child: "I have seen this child twice. Their troupe has been performing around this Dawu Mountain all the year round. I heard that the host wife is a prostitute shrew and punishes these elementary schoolers. It seems that they have hatreds and hatreds in their lives. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, they can hear these small things that are being punished, crying, crying like a kitten, causing people to be flustered. This is not, that woman I also got the name of 'Ghost Seeing'..."
Speaking of this, he shrugged his shoulders: "This time the whole troupe was smashed by ghosts, and the woman was afraid to go to see ghosts."
In this case, it is not difficult to guess that the person present is afraid of being overwhelmed by the wife of the class, and therefore is afraid of the woman.
Yuan Ruyi and Zhou Xian had to retreat.
Going back to the table, Yuan Ruyi whispered softly: "How can a woman be so unfamiliar with her child? It is a life to be able to take her away."
Xu Xingzhi coughed a little and gestured to Yuan Ruo to stop talking.
Lu Yujiu of the baby face buried his head very low, and he did not dare to send more words.
Since the breaking of the Ravens of Nations, the ghosts that have not been caught have been squandered. In the first two days, a group of exiled ghost repairing parties came near Dawu Mountain. The whole troupe that had settled in the mountain temple was all gone, leaving only the little boy hiding behind the Buddha statue to survive.
Everyone knows that the two sun scenes have passed. The people in these troupes are either made to be used or used to make alchemy. Now they are afraid that there is no hope of survival.
It is still a must to find out where the ghosts are hiding and to kill them. However, only the surviving children may know where they are going, and they can let them do their best. He is also difficult to open.
Qu Chi has some helplessness. For Zhou Beinan Road: "Northern South, let's try it."
Zhou Beinan waved himself with self-knowledge: "No, I don't want to marry a child. I want to cry when I hear a child crying."
Qu Chi turned his eyes to Wen Xuechen again.
Wen Xuechen was awkwardly troubled. He was slowly pressing his temples in a wheelchair. He heard that only one eye was handed over. The child burst into tears and cried and said: "Weird, monster...呜- White hair……"
Wen Xuechen: "..."
Xu Xingzhi and Zhou Beinan both laughed and endured the shoulders.
Qu Chi lightly coughed, and when the head burned, his eyes turned and saw the old man who leaned against the wall and held the dry food, and finally thought of a good way: "I will buy some sugar gourds for you, don't cry, Ok?"
However, he quickly realized one thing and turned his head to Xu Xingzhi: "Well, I came out this time, I didn't bring any money, can I lend me some?"
Xu Xingzhi held a teacup and raised a finger: "Oh. One hundred spirit stones."
Qu Chi: "..."
"It’s not from the Danyang Peak public. Isn’t there in your own private library?
Xu Xingzhi retracted his hand.
One hundred Lingshi, no more.

Some Wen Xuechen can't stand it anymore: "Well, don't bully Qu Chi."
One of Xu Xing’s points is not welcome:
Warm white hair, let’s come out this time, the money for drinking tea is all mys, and the rewards are not enough?

Zhou Beinan is honest: "The child is crying. But it is only a few words. Do you have compassion?"
Xu Xingzhi took a picture of Meng Zhongguang’s head: "Cry who won't. Heavy light, you cry too."
Meng Zhongguang immediately smashed two tears.
The nine branches of lights that have always been silent have also spoken for Xu Xingzhi: "...Zhou Gongzi, the brother is not a person without compassion..."
"You Fenglingshan does not speak the order of honor?" Waiting for the nine lights to fall, Wen Xuechen severely interrupted him. "Some of us are talking, you are a middle-level disciple, why are you interrupting?"
The nine branches of the lamp look awkward, respectfully said: "... Yes, the disciple is wrong."
Xu Xingzhi's scorpion's fault immediately attacked: "Warm white hair, what do you do with my little lamp? The swaying wind rushes to your cool valley, and we are not in the windy mountains."
Seeing the atmosphere is not right, the good-tempered Qu Chi once again stood up and played round: "Well, don't quarrel, one hundred spiritual stones will be one hundred spirits."
The business was done, Xu Xingzhi took the initiative to get up, opened the stool, took a few pennies from the pocket of the carry-on, and squatted in front of the old man who sold the candied fruit, and chose a big one from his straw. The red candied fruit gourd was stuffed into the hands of Qu Chi, and at the same time, it was not forgotten: "Remember it, don't rely on it."
Immediately, he flipped the teahouse stool with the backrest, straddled it, and slammed the child to the front: "No crying."
The child took the ride and his face was pale.
Xu Xingzhi goes straight into the knife, and half of the points are not polite: "In the people who are taken away, there are people who are close to you."
The child heard the words and looked up, but the tears flowed more joyfully.
It was confirmed in my heart that Xu Xingzhi leaned back on the back of the chair and tilted the chair upside down. He shook and said: "Is it a parent? Sister?"
The child actually spoke up, his voice was tender and delicate, not like a boy. It was like a pitiful little girl: "...is my brother, I was sent to the troupe with my parents when I was young..."
Xu Xingzhi said: "I will help you take back your brother's bones. Can you cry?"
Qu Chi was surprised: "...you can't talk like this..."
Xu Xingzhi erected an index finger to indicate the sound of the song.
The child listened to Xu Xingzhi’s words, pouting his hands, trying to put the cry back and snoring.
See you, Xu Xingzhi has more counts.
The child should have seen the picture of his brother’s death, and it is clear that his brother could not come back alive.
Therefore, the many comforts that Qu Chi had given him before were not very useful to him.
Telling him to find his brother's bones is more practical for the child than nothingness.
Xu Xingzhi licked his puppy and licked his messy long hair: "Hey. Tell me, you see where the monsters ran."
The child sucked a sucking nose and reached for the tea in the cup on the table and drew a mountain.
Zhou Xian was surprised, and looked at Yuan Ruyi, Yuan Ruzhen slightly raised his chest and looked proud.
Meng Zhongguang and Jiuzhi Lan are both a face of admiration.

Dawu Mountain?
Seeing the sketches of the children’s paintings, Xu Xingzhi asked,
Do they hide in Dawushan?

The child shook his head and led the waterline on the table toward the west.
Qu Chi, who is holding a candied fruit, wakes up: "...is it a white horse?"
The child nodded hard and spoke a little bit: "I saw that I saw them going there, I don't know, they are still not there."
Can you ask the results so quickly, Zhou Beinan can not help but be amazed: "Xu Xingzhi, you can."
"This is also used to say, who is Xu Xingzhi." Xu Xingzhi took the praise without any fuss, and patted the child's head and asked, "Boy, what is your name?"
The child did not answer, and first glanced at the music with a tearful look.
Qu Chi smiled and showed the color of encouragement. He handed the bunch of candied hazelnuts wrapped in golden sugar.
The comfort of Qu Chi is not all ineffective, at least in front of these people, the child is still the most attached to the music.
After a long while, he bit the sugar tip on the candied fruit, whispered: "...I call Tao Leisure."
The author has something to say: Next, book three chapters of memories.
Master Xu’s father is playing high.