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As soon as he entered the temple, Fubao found that it was very clean. Although the doors and windows were a bit old, it was obvious that someone had repaired them. There were no dead branches and weeds like in other dilapidated temples, only a thin layer of dust on the bricks and stones on the ground.

Fubao exclaimed: "This place looks great! So clean."

The tall boy touched his hair and said, "We cleaned it every day before. After all, it's where we live."

Li Shuangrong nodded: "You guys are quite capable."

Zhao Xiuer looked at the boy who was taller than her and asked, "I've known you for so long, but I still don't know your names."

The tall boy said quickly: "My name is Chunxi, and these are my brothers Fuxi, Shuangxi, Rongxi... The youngest is Yian."

Fubao greeted them one by one. Although he said so, they didn't look like them at all.

Fubao: "Who gave you this name? Yi An doesn't want to follow it?"

Chunxi lowered his head: "We just randomly named them. Yi An...he had a name from the beginning."

Fubao knew he had touched a sore spot, so he quickly changed the subject: "Where do you sleep?"

Chunxi said, "Come with me, I'm at the back." Then he turned around and said something to his younger brothers, and then took them to the backyard.

The temple is not big and is located in a remote area. The statues enshrined inside have long disappeared. There is only a shabby altar in the empty house.

Chunxi gathered the scattered straw on the ground and laid a washed-white sheet with a big hole on the side. She said embarrassedly, "You can rest here tonight."

Fu Bao knew at a glance that this was where they usually lived, and asked, "What about you guys?"

Chunxi smiled and said, "There are houses everywhere here. We have a place to stay."

Fubao: "We have bed sheets in our bags, you can use them." After saying that, he looked at Li Shuangrong.

Li Shuangrong quickly opened it, pulled out three half-new sheets and handed them to him.

Chunxi lowered her head and smiled, then took the torn bed sheet off the straw and said, "We picked it up, but we washed it very clean. You can take it with you."

Fubao quickly took two sheets from Li Shuangrong's hands and stuffed them into Chunxi's arms: "One is enough for us. You have many people, so keep it."

After saying that, he quickly looked outside and said, "I'm a little hungry. Do you have a place to cook?"

Chunxi said embarrassedly: "We only have a small clay stove that we made ourselves for heating in winter... We have never cooked before." Because they had no rice or flour, let alone cooking.

Fubao: "As long as there is a stove, we can heat up some food we brought with us."

Chunxi took her and Li Shuangrong to the corner at the back of the house. The clay stove had not been used for a long time and was covered with dust and cobwebs.

Li Shuangrong quickly fetched a bucket of water from the well behind and tidied up the stove.

Chunxi went to find a small pot. When he came back, he saw the wooden barrel and turned pale with fear: "Did you get the water from the well at the back?"

Fu Bao took out the meat that he had prepared at the beginning and said, "Yes, you know what, although there are not many people here, the water is quite clear."

Chunxi went up and poured the water on the ground, trembling. "If you want to use it, I'll go out and find some. Don't use the water here."

Fu Bao wondered, "Why? Rather than going near, you seek something far away..."

Chunxi pursed her lips and said nothing, but insisted on throwing the wooden barrel back into the well.

Fu Bao's breath was choked for a moment: "This can't be..."

Chunxi nodded with dim eyes, but then hurriedly comforted him: "Don't be afraid, although such a thing happened, we have always lived here, there is no dirty thing."

Fubao: "No wonder so many beggars would rather live on the streets than come here..."

Chunxi's face was full of nervousness: "I didn't mean to keep it to myself..."

Fu Bao took the opportunity when no one was paying attention to transfer water from the space into the small pot next to him, and then asked curiously: "What happened? Tell me about it."

Chunxi: "Let's talk about it after daybreak, or I'm afraid I'll scare you."

Fubao insisted: "I want to listen now." Otherwise, if he found the water in the pot and poured it out again, he would never be able to eat.

Chunxi couldn't persuade her, so he said, "I only know that a woman jumped into a well here two years ago, and I don't know the rest. After this happened, many people said they encountered a female ghost here, and gradually no one came here anymore. We had nowhere to go, so..."

Fu Bao: "Aren't you afraid?"

Chunxi: "I was afraid at first, but after living here for a long time and having nothing to do, I'm not afraid anymore."

Fubao: "So you don't let us use the water here because someone drowned in it before?"

Chunxi: "Not only that, the most important thing is that it was not fished out!"

Fubao suddenly felt a chill on her back. At that time, she was still lying on the edge of the well looking inside.

Li Shuangrong patted her on the back: "Don't be afraid, there's nothing."

The sky gradually turned pale, the soup in the pot was bubbling, and the rich aroma of meat filled the yard.

Several teenagers came running over after smelling the smell: "What's that smell? It smells so good!"

Zhao Xiuer smiled and opened the pot: "I didn't bring enough bowls when I came out. Can we have one bowl for each of the three of us and the five of you drink from the pot?"

The simple grill set up by Li Shuangrong nearby was already emitting the aroma of meat, and the roasted chicken was sizzling with oil, making the children nearby drool.

Shuangxi quickly took out a few rough porcelain bowls with chips in them: "We have bowls!"

Zhao Xiuer took it with a smile, served each of them half a bowl of soup, and gave each of them a large roasted chicken leg that was greasy.

Yi An slowly shrank back, and when he got the first portion, he immediately held it in front of Chunxi: "Order...Brother, drink."

Chunxi touched his head and said, "Eat it."

Fu Bao smiled and said, "There are so many, there is one for everyone!"

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Fubao always feels that these people are a little strange. They don't look like the kind of people who have been wandering all the time, but like they have been taught. When eating, they don't eat voraciously at all. Although you can see that they eat in a hurry, they inadvertently maintain their eating manners.

Fu Bao asked curiously, "Where are you from?"

Chunxi paused while drinking soup: "I don't remember."

Seeing that he didn't want to talk about it anymore, Fubao quickly said, "Have you finished drinking? I'll give you some more."

Chunxi drank it in two big gulps and wiped his mouth. He hadn't tasted meat for a long time. He was reluctant to swallow the last bite of meat. He looked at Fubao steadily: "Thank you, Miss."

Fubao: "Just call me Yishu. I'm not a lady. I come from a farming family. You saved me, so you are my brother. Call me Yishu."

Chunxi was somewhat touched: "Yishu..."

Fubao looked at the bright sky and said, "Yeah, I want to go out for a walk..."

Chunxi: "Don't do it now. Wait until there are fewer people before going out."

Fu Bao looked puzzled: "Why?"