Watch Out! Danger Ahead

After a while, the child turned to the side of the cellar with a vigilant look on his face.

The earthenware pots in the cellar have not been moved by anyone-he knows the things he puts himself and whether others have moved them.

In the corner, there was already a layer of straw, which was where he slept last night.

He stared at Song Qing in a daze. This was the first time he saw Song Qing's appearance.

When chatting with her in the dark, although she did not sound like an elderly person, the child was still stunned for a moment when she really saw her appearance.

She didn't look very old, she was much younger than he thought, as if she was not much older than him.

"mother?"

He was afraid of confessing the wrong person, so he called out tentatively.

Song Qing nodded:

"You sleep there tonight."

She raised her chin and motioned for the child to go over.

The voice was still very familiar, and the child was relieved immediately.

As soon as he confirmed Song Qing's identity, he couldn't believe it, walked over to the haystack, then sat down cautiously, pressed down, and touched again.

Compared with the cold and damp ground, the cellar after paved with hay gave him an unusual feeling of warmth.

His small face showed a surprise smile unconsciously, his petite body rolled twice on it, and then as if thinking of something, he turned over and sat up:

"Mother, you sleep here."

"You sleep."

Song Qingxiao shook his head.

"I'm in good health! Mother fell from the sky and was injured. You still sleep here."

Under the experience of an orphan's life, to please others in order to survive, as if it had become an instinct engraved on his life, which made him dare not easily reach out to receive the benefits of Song Qingxiao's "sent".

I was afraid that it was like a bait. I caught him and lost his life in the end.

He is very defensive, afraid of her conspiracy.

But he was worried that his defensiveness would provoke her, so after repeated persuasion to no avail, he changed the subject with fear:

"The lamp and the straw, where did the mother come from?"

He crawled on his knees and moved to the side of the lamp, carefully extending his hand.

His tiny reed-stick fingers fell on the flames of the lamp and burned with a ‘crackling’, the meat was burnt, he felt a sharp pain, but it seemed like the warmth of greed, showing a sickly smile.

"Take it from the dead man's house."

There was another pleasing smile on his face:

"Mother's luck is so good, I always don't have such a good thing."

‘Guru. ’

The child's belly began to scream again, and after he went out in the daytime, he seemed to have found nothing.

He is very thin.

Although he claimed to be seven years old, he looked thin and slapped, his eyes were dark, and he was vigilant, defensive and cautious to please and wince.

He wore a patched suit that didn't fit well, stained with black and red stains, and hung empty on his body.

There were wounds on his face and thin arms from yesterday’s fight. Those children were struggling to survive, and they were extremely cruel. In some places, he had big blood scabs. He hadn't dealt with them for one day. Over time, many places have become inflamed and swollen.

I don't know if it was because he opened the straw mat on the top of the cellar when he came in.

The flies smelled the scent of carrion on his body and buzzed around his festering wound.

He slapped his face with a palm, and the scabbed wound suddenly split open. The flies that smelled the blood became more agitated, but he seemed to feel no pain. He scratched the wound and touched the blood. Indifferent touch on the leg.

Seeing this, Song Qingxiao waved at him.

The child hesitated for a moment, wondering whether it was because he knew that he was not her opponent, or because he knew that he could not escape with her hands. Although he was a little scared, he limped towards her.

She paused, then stretched out her hand and touched his arm.

His arms were very thin, and she held them in a light circle with her index finger and thumb. The bones were as thin as a reed, as if they would break when pinched.

The child was pinched by her, a little scared, and sniffed, but still resisted without moving.

Song Qing's small hand went down his ribs, his hands full of bones.

She saw that his legs were not quite right to walk, but fortunately the bones did not break.

Pulling up the trousers, he discovered that he had been bitten on the thigh.

The wound was black and swollen high, and the two rows of tooth marks were oozing blood, which was far more terrifying than the wound on the face.

One day and one night passed, and the wound was swollen almost the size of a palm, and it stood out on his thin legs.

It's no wonder that he is not walking right, but he can't stand it without shouting.

"Mother, it doesn't hurt." The child smiled nonchalantly and comforted her:

"Tomorrow I will beg for food again, and I will definitely get back a lot of delicious food for my mother."

Song Qing's small finger stroked it up, and the spiritual power leaked from the fingertips, gently digging into the wound.

The cool chill immediately eased the swelling and pain, and under the action of spiritual power, the redness and swelling wound seemed to dissipate in an instant.

She wanted to touch the wound on his face again, but the child was extremely vigilant.

His arms and legs are not fatal. He knows how to choose. When she touches, although he is afraid in his heart, he does not dare to protect.

But as soon as she was about to touch his face, he couldn't help but shrink slightly.

Song Qing's small hand paused in mid-air, and did not force it, but said:

"No need to prepare food for me, I just stay here for a while."

She came here just to look for an opportunity to break the seal, and she might be pulled back by the voice in the ghost temple at any time 800 years later.

The child is so wary that it is better to tell him directly than to make him fearful.

"I don't need you to find food for me, and I won't hurt you. When I leave, I will explain the branding for you. There will be no trouble."

Hearing her words into the child's ears should have made him greatly relieved.

He no longer needs to be controlled by others, and he no longer needs to find food for others.

I no longer fear that the food stored at home will be stolen, or die in her hands.

But for some reason, he touched his thigh, but he felt bored in his heart.

"Oh."

He obediently replied, and Song Qingxiao's urging was no longer needed. He limped into the straw, curled up, and lay down gently.

The child had been running around for a day and was probably very tired, and soon fell asleep.

Song Qingxiao put out the lamp with spiritual power and meditated again.

It's just that the child seems to have become accustomed to the cold, and no longer adapts to the warmth.

Even in his sleep, he still moved out subconsciously until he rolled down on the edge of the straw, lay down for a while, and began to move closer to Song Qingxiao.

What a very complicated child.

Vigilant like a hedgehog, knowing that loneliness is his best life-saving talisman, yet he yearns for warmth and guards against it.

She hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out and took the child into her arms.

...

The child sleeps very comfortably. It feels cold, but the coolness doesn't make him feel cold. On the contrary, it feels like being in an igloo in a dog days, and it feels unspeakable.

When he opened his eyes and woke up, he was lying in the haystack, and his fatigue from the past few days was gone, and the injuries he was hit on his body didn't seem to hurt as much as before.

"It may be because of the straw bed."

He was surprised and happy in his heart, and he couldn't help kicking twice in the straw pavement. This long-lost feeling made him almost reluctant to get up again.

In the process of getting along with the young and the young for several days, they gradually became more familiar with each other.

It may be that Song Qingxiao did not hurt the child, and his vigilance slowly loosened a lot.

He goes out every day, sometimes alone, sometimes with the kid gangs who have fought with him.

Most of the time, he came back empty-handed, and occasionally he could bring back something, which he cherished so much and hid it in a clay pot.

After gradually getting acquainted with each other, even if Song Qingxiao didn't ask questions, he would take the initiative to say something.

"This is a reward from Big Dog."

He took a small piece of crumb cake, the color of the cake has changed a little, and it emits a peculiar smell, but he seems to be treasured, and put it into the jar.

"Only when I have a lot of things I need to get sometimes, Big Dog will reward it after I hand in the tribute."

She didn't say much, sometimes when a child said it, she might not answer.

Hearing what she said at this time, she suddenly spoke:

"Why did you give everything to Big Dog?"

The child was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and glanced at her:

"We, the children nearby, are all under Big Dog and are under his control."

The children will pay tribute regularly every month according to his instructions.

Each child needs to pay enough things according to his age, otherwise he will be punished by the fear of every child.

There was a trace of fear and disgust on his face, but there was a look of excitement and yearning.

Song Qing looked down and asked him:

"Do you want to kill him?"

"Kill him?" He was stunned for a moment, then shook his head vigorously:

"Do not."

Without Brother Big Dog, there will be Brother Ergou and Brother Sangou. He is too young to have a hard life no matter who falls into the hands of him.

"I want to be Big Dog's son, so no one would dare not listen to me."

He tried to stand up his thin body, looking forward to it:

"Wait until I endure him for a few years, and when I grow up in the future, I will find a way to kill him and raise his prestige, so that I can replace him!"

The child's words made Song Qing amused. The child who was still awe-inspiring before suddenly showed a trace of anger and anger, and said coquettishly:

"Mother! What are you laughing at!"

Seeing that Song Qingxiao was silent, he turned around to store food again, and kept the food in different clay pots vigilantly:

"Big Dog is the same. No one wants to do this." He said, after a pause, quietly said:

"Mother, don't hate me..."

After he finished speaking, his ears moved, as if catching Song Qingxiao's movement.

One second...

Two seconds...

Three seconds...

There was silence in the cellar, and when the light in the child's eyes gradually dimmed, he heard Song Qingxiao's faint response:

"it is good."

He turned around anxiously, his slap-sized face with a hint of joy and bewilderment that was too late to hide.

The food in his hand was squeezed and squeezed, as if not knowing what to say.

His body kept shaking and his eyes flickered.

After a long time, he seemed to have made up his mind. He picked up several clay pots on the ground and walked in the direction of Song Qingxiao:

"Mother, mother, there is all food here, you eat..."

He hurriedly took out the food he had stored from it, some of which had already decayed, but he was still reluctant to lose it like a treasure.

"All here, remember, eat when you are hungry!"

His eyes seemed to be shining, and his tail seemed to be long behind him, shaking desperately.

"If you don't like it, I will go out tomorrow to ask for it and keep it for my mother."

"By the way, by the way, I have inquired about Haining County."

He was anxious to shake out the news he had received:

"I heard that eight years ago, the county seat had been swallowed by floods, and all the people in the county were dead and there was no life!"

He squatted in front of Song Qingxiao and said in kindness:

"Later, the people at Tiandao Temple said they rushed to save the dead and did a great ritual. They said they were still in Tiandao Temple and set up a longevity card for them."

Having said that, he asked again:

"Mother, is the monk recruited by Tiandao Temple related to what happened in Haining County eight years ago?"

In fact, with his keenness, he already knew that this matter involved temples and water disasters, and that so many people died, it was not suitable for him to know.

But he always felt that Song Qingxiao's background was mysterious, and he had a feeling that he could not hold on to it, so he was anxious to know something so that he could learn more about her.

It seemed that there was a little more involvement between the two of them, and he was no longer the way he is now, and he only eagerly recognized her as his mother.

"Don't you know so much."

Song Qing gave him a small look, and as soon as the words fell, the pleasing smile on the child's face suddenly froze.

"This matter involves a lot, and knowing it will do you no good."

He was silent for a moment, then forced a sensible nod.

"I see, mother. You checked Haining County and Tiandao Temple because of the flood that year. Did anyone you know also have an accident?"

"Yeah." Song Qingxiao replied.

The child pursed his lips, and at the end, he pretended not to care:

"Will that mother know ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ will leave here?"

When he asked this, he forced his composure, but the hands holding the clay pot tightly clasped it very hard, and his fingers were a little twisted.

"meeting."

She nodded again.

The child shook his body and swallowed, obviously panicking:

"Can you not leave?"

His small face was pale, and his eyes seemed to be covered with mist:

"It's dangerous outside! There's nothing to eat, my mother looks so beautiful and dangerous!" After speaking, he raised his head cautiously to look at her:

"Will you not leave? I will adopt a mother and be filial to my mother."

He put down the jar, tentatively put his small hands on her knees gently, tilted his head, and begged with wide eyes:

"Mother, don't go."

Those soft words begged to be heard in Song Qingxiao's ears, and her eyes gradually softened.

But all this in front of me may be just an illusion, maybe it has been destined to'once', she has no way to stay here for a long time, and she can't promise him.

With the breach of contract by Zhang Xiaoniang first, she had broken her trust and couldn't give him unnecessary hope, which made him finally deceived and angry.

She was silent, the light in the child's eyes quickly extinguished, turned into anger and sadness, and finally returned to peace, hiding all emotions in her heart.

"It doesn't matter."

He squeezed out a smile, showing two shallow pear nests on both sides of his mouth:

"I know my mother has important things to do, and I can't delay it."

He moved the clay pot back to its original position, without Song Qingxiao talking more, moved back to his bed made of straw.

That night, the child who had always rolled out to sleep next to Song Qing struggled to move out of the straw, but curled up and did not move closer to her.