A World Worth Protecting

Time passed, and it has been thirty years since Sun De's story about Luo and Gu's immortal struggle ended.

Thirty years, basically half of a mortal's life, too many changes can occur, too many transitions can occur, and for this small county, there are batches of children born, grown up, married, and have children.

But there are also groups of people who have fallen, frustrated, and aged until they die.

What remained unchanged was the county itself, whether it was the building, the city wall, or the Yamen compound, and... the teahouse back then.

It is still the same as before, even if it is damaged, but as a whole, it does not seem to have changed much. It is just that there are some broken tiles in the house, some bricks in the city wall, some plaques in the Yamen compound, and... …In the teahouse, there are no storytellers back then.

But in this county, there are more people and things, more shops, more towers on the city wall, more drums in the Yamen compound, more guys in the teahouse, and...under the Dongcheng Bridge, there is more beggar .

The beggar has white hair and dirty clothes, and his hands are like dirt growing on his skin. He half leaned against the wall behind him. In front of him was a broken wooden table with a dark wooden board. The beggar was looking at the sky, seeming to be in a daze. His eyes were cloudy and he seemed to be blind. His whole body was dirty, but his wrinkled face...very clean and clean.

It seems that this is his only, the only decent.

It's just that this clean face is incompatible with the other beggars around, and it's as inconsistent with the bustling voices of the crowds coming and going around them.

He didn't seem to care. After a while, in the clouded sky, the old beggar made a cooing sound in his throat, as if he was laughing or crying, lowered his head, picked up the black wooden board on the table, and pointed towards the table. As soon as it was released, it made the crisp sound that year.

"Last time I said that before the 90 million immeasurable calamities of the vast Dao realm, outside of this heaven and earth, in the depths of the endless and unfamiliar distant starry sky, two primitive powers that existed when they first opened. The generations, compete with each other for the position of immortality!"

"Seeing that Luo's mighty power, he raised his right hand, grabbed the Heavenly Dao, and was about to crush..."

"But Gu is better. He turned back time..." The old beggar's voice swelled and faltered, and he shook his head, as if he was immersed in the story, as if in his dim eyes, what he saw was not passing by, no one The people who care about it, but the intoxicating eyes in the teahouse back then.

Even though his opening caused dissatisfaction among other beggars around, he still knocked on the table with the black wooden board in his hand, shaking his head, and continued to tell the story.

"Old man, you've been telling this story for thirty years, can you change it?"

"My surname is Sun, shut up quickly and disturbed my uncle my dreams, are you owed again!" The dissatisfied voice became stronger and stronger, and finally a middle-aged beggar with a fierce appearance next to him came forward and grabbed the old man. The beggar's clothes glared viciously.

"Old grandson, you thought you were the original Mr. Sun, I warn you, and then disturbed Lao Tzu's dream, here...you will move out for me!"

Although the old beggar's eyes were dim, he stared up and glared at the middle-aged beggar who was clutching his collar.

"Bold, I am Mr. Sun, I am Juren, I am famous all over the world, I..."

"You lunatic!" The middle-aged beggar raised his right hand, and was about to slap over him when he heard a low shout from a distance.

"stop!"

With the voice coming, I saw an old man walking slowly with a five or six-year-old child beside the overpass.

Seeing the old man's arrival, the middle-aged beggar quickly let go, the brutality on his face turned into flattery and flattery, and he spoke quickly.

"It turned out to be outside Zhou, the younger one would say hello to your elderly."

"Retreat." The Zhou member frowned, took out some copper coins from his arms and threw it over. The middle-aged beggar quickly picked it up, smiling more flatteringly, and quickly backed away.

Ignoring the other party, this week, the members looked at the old beggar with emotion and complexity in his external eyes. After finishing his clothes at this moment, he continued to sit there, raising his hand to knock the black board on the table again.

"Mr. Sun, if you have time, please give me a paragraph. I want to re-listen the period when Luo laid out 90 million immeasurable calamities and finally fought with Gu." Zhou Yuanwai said softly.

The old beggar rolled his eyelids, scanned outside the week, looked around, and smiled faintly.

"It turned out to be the second child, are everyone here?"

Zhou Yuanwai laughed when he heard the words, seeming to be lost in memory, and spoke after a long while.

"Mr. Sun, everyone is here, just waiting for your old man." As he said, he put down the curious child in his arms, stepped forward and wiped the table with his sleeve.

The old beggar smiled triumphantly, picked up the black wooden board and knocked it on the table with a snap.

"Last time I said..." The old beggar's voice echoed in the bustling voices, seeming to take him back to the year, and outside the Zhou member opposite him, it seemed to be the same. The two said one, the other listened until After dusk, as the old beggar fell asleep, Zhou Yuanwai took a deep breath, looked at the gloomy sky, took off his coat and put it on the old beggar's body, and then bowed deeply, leaving some money with him The child left.

From afar, the curious voice of the child can be heard.

"Grandpa, who is that old beggar."

"He, it's Mr. Sun. Grandpa was still in the teahouse when he was a clerk. He was the most admired gentleman."

"But why is he here, isn't he going home?"

"Mr. Sun's dream is to walk through thousands of mountains and rivers to see Li people's life. Maybe he is tired, so he rests here." The old man's sighing voice blended with the child's clear voice, moving farther and farther.

He couldn't see it. Behind him was like a sleeping old beggar. At this moment, his body was trembling. In his closed eyes, tears could not be sealed. On his decent face, they flowed down. As the tears fell, the gloomy sky was also There was thunder, and drops of cold rain fell on the world.

The raindrop was so cold that the old beggar slowly opened his dim eyes while trembling, and took the black wooden board on the table and stroked it in his hand. This was the only thing that accompanied him from beginning to end.

Touching the black plank, the old beggar looked up at the sky. He remembered the rain at the end of the story.

Thirty years ago, the rain was cold, without warmth, just like fate. After Gu Yuluo’s story was finished, he had no dreams, but he created about demons, demons, eternity, and half-gods. The fairy story was also not exciting enough. From the beginning, everyone looked forward to it, until it was full of impatience, and finally no one asked.

He tried many versions and failed without exception, and the failure of storytelling also made him more humble at home. The dissatisfaction of his father-in-law, the contempt and disgust of his wife made him bitter, but he could only hope. Yu imperial examination.

But... he still failed.

After repeated blows, Sun De had reached a dead end. In desperation, he could only re-tell the story about Gu Hexian, which allowed him to restore his original life in a short time, but as the days passed. Seven years later, what a wonderful story, can’t beat the repetition. Gradually, when everyone has heard it, and when more people imitate it in other places, Sun De’s path will be cut off.

He had no source of income, and gradually lost his fame and dignity. At this time, his wife, after countless disgusts, was in front of him and was in good shape with others, even when he was angry. He ended his marriage directly, and remarried others with the support of his original father-in-law.

And Sun De, who also suffered from the deception at the beginning, was beaten up, broke his legs, and threw him out of the house. That day, it was raining and cold.

He lost his family, lost his career, lost dignity, lost everything, lost his legs, and wailed in the rain. He finally couldn't bear such a blow. He was crazy.

In other words, he had to be crazy, because how famous he was when he was the most popular at the beginning, then now that he has lost everything, the loss is so great, this gap is not something ordinary people can bear.

Crazy, relying on the old listeners to occasionally sigh the alms after the memories, and gradually he became a beggar, a beggar who lives in his own world and still tells the story.

Many times, he thought he was going to die, but seemed unwilling. He struggled to survive, even if... only the black wooden board was with him.

At this moment, Sun De looked at the rain and felt that today was colder than usual, as if the whole world was only himself, and everything in his eyes became blurred, faintly, as if he He heard many voices and saw many figures.

"Mr. Sun, let's have a paragraph."

"Yes, Mr. Sun, we all feel itchy when we hear it. Don't sell your old man."

"Mr. Sun, our Mr. Sun, you made us wait, but it's worth it!"

Listening to the surrounding voices and looking at the enthusiastic figures, Sun De smiled, but his smile was slowly becoming eternal as his body cooled.

But at this moment... he suddenly saw two figures in the crowd. They were particularly clear. They were a middle-aged white-haired man with sadness in his eyes. There was a little girl in red beside him. Although the child's clothes are happy, his face is pale, and his figure is a little illusory, as if it will dissipate at any time.

The two of them were sitting there, staring at themselves.

"Senior please, save my daughter, Wang Mou is willing to pay all costs for this!" When Sun De saw it, the white-haired middle-aged man stood up and bowed deeply to Sun De.