Thanks for the invitation: In ancient times, people shared children

"big sister."

"what happened?"

"My name is Xiaojiu, not Laoniu, and I'm not a spirit. What kid could do so much work?"

The expression on Xiaojiu's face froze, and he felt terrible. He numbly held a pile of gold, silver, and jewelry like a paper figure that was going to be buried with the dead.

Regardless of who Yinggu and Meng Shaoxia are, let’s just talk about the Buddhist temple. She wants a Buddhist temple, but which child can build a Buddhist temple?

If he had that ability, why would he be sitting here crying?

Child: "Why are you so stupid? Why don't you hire a few more people? I have more money here if you don't have enough."

"This is not about money!" Xiaojiu roared, threw away the gold, silver and jewelry in his arms, then pursed his lips and started crying again.

Child: "...No, no, why are you throwing it away? Seriously."

Xiaojiu whimpered, "Dad would definitely beat me to death if he knew I was taking other people's money."

"You didn't receive it for nothing."

"My dad won't listen," Xiaojiu said sadly, "He'll definitely think I did something bad and got the money by cheating."

The child was filled with righteous indignation: "How can he be so unreasonable? He won't listen to others? I can tell he's not a good father. Listen to my sister's advice, don't save him, take the money and find a new father!"

It doesn't have to be this way.

Xiaojiu: "He is deaf and can't hear."

"Then you can try to imitate him."

"He is blind."

"Then write it to him on his hand."

"He can't read."

"Then..." The child, "Then how did he raise you to this age?"

"I was raised by my mother, so he didn't have to do anything."

"Then why don't you just explain it to your mother?"

"My mother is dead," Xiaojiu sobbed, his thin shoulders shrugged as he said, "Daddy is my only relative in this world. I must save him."

Is it necessary?

It’s hard to describe what’s in the child’s heart.

No matter how she listened, it seemed that there was no need to save this father.

His mother gave birth to him and raised him, and his father was blind and deaf and didn't put in much effort. That means he didn't do anything. What's the point of saving him?

"How did your mother fall in love with your father? How did she die? Did she die of exhaustion?" The child asked an irrelevant question.

Xiaojiu:......

"My mother died of illness. She wanted my father to be good-looking."

The child looked at Xiaojiu's face and really couldn't imagine what his father looked like.

But if that's the case, then at least the three of them are a family of affection, so they should be saved.

"If you refuse to accept the money, how can we buy medicine to save him?"

Xiaojiu wiped the tears from her face and said, "The herb is on the West Mountain. You can pick it without paying for it. But there are wolves up there and no one dares to go. Big sister, can you help me?"

The child nodded: "Of course."

She bent down and scooped up the gold ingots from the water. "Use them to hire some brave men," she said. "I've thought about it. Your father is blind and deaf, so there's no way he'll know what you did. If you just bring the herbs home, he'll definitely think you picked them yourself. Remember to ruffle your clothes a little and smear some dirt on your face so he doesn't give away the truth when he touches them."

Xiaojiu took a deep breath and said, "Big sister, lying is wrong, and lying to your relatives is even more wrong."

"But you're doing this for his own good."

"My father wouldn't want such kindness. He's always told me since I was little that he hopes I can be an upright person," Xiaojiu placed the ingot gently on the stone and said righteously, "I would rather die while picking herbs than lie to him. I thought you were a brave and fearless young man, but it turns out I was overthinking it."

He jumped off the rock, hung his head, and walked towards the shore step by step.

Child: “Wait.”

Xiaojiu smiled crookedly with his back to her, and was about to turn around when she heard her ask:

"Your father can actually speak? He's not deaf and blind, oh yes, he's not mute, so how did he learn to speak?"

To learn to speak, you have to be able to hear.

The child was really puzzled.

Xiaojiu had no idea where to go. He didn't have such a father at all. He looked back at her and said, "Because he is diligent enough, hardworking enough, and dares to try."

Unlike her, she really doesn't try at all.

The child seemed to understand and said, "He worked really hard. It must not be easy for a deaf and blind person to learn these things. It would be a pity if he died."

You have to work hard too, to find medicine to save him."

After giving her some encouragement, the child climbed up onto the rock and lay down again. Yuanbao was in the way, so she kicked him into the water.

Xiaojiu's face was a little distorted, and she said with a forced smile: "Big sister, thank you for your blessing. If I don't come back, please tell my father that I am dead."

"No," the child waved his hands, "I can't tell him since he's deaf and blind. What if he misunderstands me and thinks I'm a bad guy?

You can go without worry. If you can't come back, I estimate that a patient won't live long. You will be reunited soon."

She spoke so viciously.

Xiaojiu asked her, "Really? Big sister, can people really be reunited with their loved ones after death? Is it possible that they won't be able to see their loved ones? Will I be the only ghost left?"

The child really wanted to sigh now.

“It does happen sometimes.”

"why?"

"No reason. They just... didn't think about anything. No obsession or resentment. Nothing at all. They just died like that."

Qiu Xin was in great pain when he died. He was thinking about money, his tongue, and taking his grandfather to live a good life. There were many things he couldn't let go of, so he turned into a ghost.

But when his grandfather died, there was nothing left to remember.

Death is death.

He didn't expect to see her again after death, so he just disappeared completely.

Qiu Xin understood what he heard, but couldn't accept it.

The child created an illusion for him, and he was really happy for a while at first, but he soon found that something was wrong.

Although the illusion was trying hard to fix the problems, he couldn't accept it.

Some people want to indulge in beautiful illusions forever, while some people want to live soberly and painfully. Qiu Xin is the latter. He would rather suffer than have illusions.

Maybe it's because he's terrible at making up stories, so he can't imagine what a good life should be like...

The child was a kind-hearted liar to him.

"Go to Xishan and have a look. Your chances are running out."

Qiu Xin said this expressionlessly and disappeared from the child's sight.

She woke up rubbing her eyes, and it was almost dark.

Yundou came back skipping and bringing her a strange meal. It was probably various wild vegetables mashed together, mixed with some kind of flour, kneaded into a ball and steamed, and finally cut and boiled with soup. It tasted a bit spicy and bitter, and had the taste of alkaline water. The soup was hot and scalding. It was called Xiaocai Xiemian, and it was said to sell very well in Wuzhou.

The child was sweating after eating, his tongue was numb, and he kept opening his mouth to breathe in the cool air.

Yundou said regretfully, "There was some cool, sweet water, but they don't allow takeout from the hot springs, and I didn't see any outside, so I didn't buy any for you."

Today she ate some noodles with small dishes, drank some sweet water, and took a bath in the hot spring. She felt so comfortable that she almost floated in the air. She looked radiant, and her face seemed to have become smoother.

The children who saw this were quite jealous, but it was a pity that she couldn't go out.

"Have you looked up the list of duels for me? After I finish fighting, maybe I can go and try it and come back later."