Taoist temple in the mountains

Chapter 135, My Daughter

In the city at night, the lights are brightly lit. What is different from usual is that today, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, men and women are holding hands, carrying lanterns, walking on the street, enjoying one of the few Mid-Autumn Festival holidays.

The street is very lively. Li Yun, a Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe, walks on the street, amidst the lights of thousands of houses and the flash bombs of lovers.

Along the way, it also attracted a lot of attention, and even bold girls came up to strike up a conversation.

For this, Li Yun just smiled back, and after explaining that he was a handsome Taoist priest from Sanqing Temple on Xiangtou Mountain, he began to follow Xiaofeng's fate to find his relatives.

Feel the Mid-Autumn Festival with thousands of lights, the warmth brought by the reunion, and the cold wind that blows from time to time.

Even beggars and homeless people gathered together, picked up the wine bottle and poured glasses of wine to each other, even if it was just a very cheap old Baigan, they could still drink a mellow taste. Because drinking today, but someone to accompany.

Reunion is today's theme.

"Thousands of lights, thousands of family affections, gathered by fate, accompanied by the world of mortals, chic and unrestrained, galloping horses, roaming the world." Li Yun hummed a little song all the way as he walked.

Xiaofeng was also very happy, humming songs all the way, not only because the joy of Mid-Autumn Festival infected him, but also because he would be able to see his mother soon.

This made Li Yun can't help thinking that this task is really simple.

The margin lines that represent family ties are very close. According to visual inspection, Xiaofeng's mother can be found after walking two blocks.

"It's a very familiar street. It seems that I used to live here." Xiaofeng's soul held Li Yun's hand, walking all the way, bouncing all the way.

"Xiaofeng, have you forgotten many things?" Li Yun asked.

At this time, Xiaofeng nodded.

"I remember it before, but now I seem to forget it a little bit. My grandmother, my father, my mother, my brother, and myself, I have forgotten the names and appearances of my father and brother. Maybe in the end Even my mother will be forgotten."

Xiaofeng said it lightly on his face.

But who can know the pain of losing memory bit by bit?

Xiaofeng was very calm, because he knew that he was already dead.

One person and one ghost stopped talking, just walked quietly, and then stopped at the other end of the street.

Here is the end of Yuan, a snack street with a lot of people, there are not any high-end restaurants on the street, there are no Korean food, Japanese food, Western food, some only pure barbecue, Bozai cake, all local Authentic fried snacks.

The night at the snack street is not usually bustling, and there are even more people than the street. There are hawkers hawking, couples showing their affection, and children playing in groups.

"It's still a familiar person, and a familiar taste." Xiaofeng looked around, and from time to time, he would come to the milk tea shop, drooling at the finger cakes and small octopus balls inside, okay but not.

But Xiaofeng just looked at it, he knew he couldn't eat.

Li Yun walked into the street, and walked deeper and deeper along the blue edge of Xiaofeng.

Go to the end and find the place where this edge line connects
A shop, an empty shop, on the signboard there are four big characters [Old Zhao BBQ], but these four big characters have been blackened by something, and the surrounding stone walls are a little mottled. Traces, full of dust everywhere.

All the stalls on a street are open, but here, the door is not open.

"Old Zhao's BBQ, it looks like it's been around for a while." Li Yun murmured, it seems that the door has been closed, if you want to open the door, that is to say, you can only ask the landlord to open the door.

After preparing his speech, Li Yun rang the doorbell.

Ding-dong-

About 3 minutes later, the door was opened, and an old woman walked out, wearing a calico shirt, standing upright, looking very healthy, but not very energetic, with a faint look on her face. Color, frowning is not very good mood.

"Excuse me. Who are you looking for?" After seeing a Taoist priest in front of her, the old woman asked vigilantly.

"Poverty came here to find someone." Li Yun said honestly.

"Who are you looking for? There may not be anyone here. I don't believe in it, and I have never looked for a Taoist priest." The old woman never fully opened the door, and she was very vigilant.

"Mom! Come and eat noodles! It's almost done." A female voice came.

"Come, come!" The old woman replied helplessly, and then said to Li Yun, "Tell me, who are you looking for?"

At this time, Li Yun smiled slightly.

"Zhao Xiaofeng's mother."

When she heard this name, the old woman was taken aback for a moment, then pushed Li Yun out of the door, and said with an angry face: "There is no one you are looking for here, get out! Get out!"

Seeing the excited expression of the old woman, Li Yun knew that he had come to the right place.

"Zhao Xiaofeng wanted to see her, so Pindao brought him here." Li Yun said while waving his whisk.

The breeze calms the mind and soothes the soul.

"Xiaofeng. I want to see you. Is what you said true?" The old woman's mood had calmed down a little, but she was still full of vigilance when she looked at Li Yun.

"What the poor said is true." Li Yun said lightly.

"How long has it been? How long has it been since no one came to see her? Okay, you want to see her, right? I'll let you see her."

After the old woman came down from upstairs, she took a black key and opened the door downstairs, and a rotten smell mixed with staleness rushed out of the building, straight into her face.

In Lao Zhao's barbecue restaurant, the equipment has not been taken away, and it is neat and tidy.

The old yellow tables and chairs are already full of dust, and the barbecue table is also full of dust. It has not been touched for a long time. The stickers on the wall are full of the smell of the late 90s of last century. Li Yun does not know that the owner has such a taste. Or because the age is so long, full of a different sense of the times.

The old woman entered the small compartment of the barbecue stall, opened a drawer, and took out a photo inside.

The color tone of the photo is not bright, and there is still an inexplicable sense of fuzziness, full of a kind of vicissitudes that only belong to the times, which is a unique effect taken by film cameras.

There is a woman in the photo, wearing a plaid shirt unique to the 80s, smiling like a flower.

It's simple, it's beautiful,
"This is her last photo, so beautiful, back then." The old woman rubbed the photo, but her tears couldn't stop falling.

"See? This is Xiaofeng's mother and my little daughter."

(End of this chapter)