Inner Demons

Ling Kongzi was taken aback, then shook his head slightly: “Zhen Juan. He is…but…”

But for a while, he couldn’t think of a suitable word to describe it. He is indeed a rare figure in the world, hard to describe.

“The two Daoist priests enshrined in the cave are worthy of the evolutionary stage, and they are already very self-conscious. After consuming those many artifacts and materials, it took ten years to make a rare scroll. “

“Now this Li Yunxin…he, made a rare scroll for beggar? What’s the matter?”

Cong Yunzi hurriedly said: “In the afternoon… “

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In the afternoon, Li Yunxin took a stack of paper, a square inkstone, and a pen and walked to Changmen Street .

He rented his table from a fortune teller for a couple of silver under a weeping willow on the street and settled down.

Willow Tree is not susceptible to insects and is cool. He just sat with his eyes closed for a while, then opened his eyes and looked at the pedestrians on the street.

Seeing that there is a “closed eye”—of course, this is what the people who observe him secretly say—then beckoned to stop the man and asked if he wanted to draw a picture for fun.

Half of the people thought it was a trick, waved their hands and walked away quickly.

The other half took his painting suspiciously and thought it was very good, so they left happily.

I have one or two who happened to know him before, even if they endure it, they can’t hide the excitement. Li Yunxin frowned and said to go away and don’t want you.

The person will ask “why” in pain and disappointment.

Li Yunxin said, you know me, what’s the point? People who don’t know me, take this painting back, and it will be fun to know that it is very valuable in the future. Or take it back and throw it away, knowing that it is very valuable and more fun later.

Since he was the one who knew him and knew what he was capable of, he had no choice but to walk away.

Just an hour later, Li Yunxin saw a beggar.

Beggar is very old, skinny and disheveled. But unexpectedly, this beggar is very clean. He wears shabby clothes, but they are clean and dry. The hair is messy, but not greasy. It’s not like an ordinary beggar, lying in a corner and reaching out for money.

The way he begs is actually a bit vigorous.

He squinted his eyes and walked to the passing pedestrians, and read a few poems first. The poem was not made by him, nor is it suitable for the situation. Probably from some collection of poems. Then he said a few more auspicious words-if the man pushed him away impatiently, he wouldn’t bother.

Only when the person stops slightly, does he ask for something after speaking.

Li Yunxin stared at him for a long time before inquiring about the old beggar.

I knew that this person was originally a butcher. The ancestors have been butchers for generations, and their lives are pretty good. Originally, his family was content to be a butcher, and thought he could buy some fields and upgrade to a landlord.

But when he arrived at this time, he moved other thoughts-he felt that he had to do a major event business, not to spend his life in a mediocre life. So after the old man passed away, he closed the shop and read books first. Reading from 20 years old to 28 years, even a child can not do it.

In fact, it is not careless, but dull enough-ordinary people can try to annotate themselves after reading the classics for three or four years. He has read a thousand poems for four years but has not yet recorded it. When I was 30 years old after studying for two more years, I abandoned my pen and went to join the army.

But Daqing has been in peace for a long time, so where are there any opportunities to make achievements? So he was delayed for ten years in the military, and even a corporal leader failed.

In the end, he was disheartened and returned home. But on the road I met a robber-he was a ten-year old army after all, and he was fighting in one place. Eventually killed one and wounded another. He was not alone on the way, and there were a few fellow villagers, but they all flinched.

That gangster is also a mob. Five or six, seeing the dead, ran away quickly.

The companions sent him back to Weicheng. When the prefect knew about this, he privately rewarded him with 50 taels of silver. Ask him to heal his wounds with peace of mind, wait for the wounds to heal, and become the hometown courage Instructor of this mansion.

But he was badly injured and almost died. After half a year, I was finally able to raise it, but suffered from eye problems, and I could only see people faintly. When the illness is about to heal, the prefect is sick again. After three months of illness breathe one’s last, no one mentions Xiangyong Instructor.

Since then, his hands and feet are not dexterous, and his eyes are not easy to use, slowly draining his wealth. By the time he was 60 years old, he was completely depressed. After two or three years, he finally went to the streets to beg.

But after all, I feel that I am a Scholar and a veteran. Moreover, he had passed the bandits and almost became the Instructor of Xiangyong-it should be a bit of character. So… it became like this now.

Li Yunxin paid attention to him after hearing his story. Then the person who told him the story asked, why not draw a picture of this beggar?

Li Yunxin just shook his head.

After a while, it was almost dinner time when a vendor pushed a cart to sell sour soup. This is a pasta made from fermented cornmeal. It is quite appetizing to eat in this season.

The steaming stall looks very attractive in the golden slanting sunlight. You can add sauerkraut, greens, and stir-fry in the sour soup. People who rushed to the market came to buy it, and squatted aside to eat.

At this time, old beggar was resting not far from Li Yunxin, looking at the booth and muttering to himself.

In the noise, others can’t hear clearly, but he can hear clearly.

Old beggar seemed to be talking to people around him, but he seemed to mutter to himself: “Back then, I was at the border of Wuwei Fort. I stayed in the fort with brother for a month. When I came out, I wanted to eat sour soup—the sour soup back then…”

He said that, he stopped and swallowed, and said nothing. Raising his face and squinting his eyes to look at the stall-Li Yunxin didn’t know if he could only see the afterglow of the setting sun, or could see the vague shadow of the stall. But I also felt that he seemed to be looking at something else.

What…

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the youth that can’t be grasped.

Waiting in his hometown for a lifetime, but finally turned into a boneless confidante, and he can only sit in front of the grave until dawn.

In the past, I stood with a group of young people from various places in the gale of Wuwei Fort, opened their chests and drank strong wine.

Will he regret it?

The old man watched this way for a while, stood up with a little effort, touched a few big money, and walked to the stall.

He stood by the stall, closed his eyes, sniffed the slightly sour smell in the wind, and said, “Little brother, give me a bowl of…soup.”

The young hawker frowned: “Huh?”

The old man squinted, trying to find the little pot of sour soup, and pointed to: “…soup. Give me a bowl.” Soup will do.”

The hawker pondered for a while before realizing that this old beggar only wanted soup, not noodles. After looking at it, he waved his hand: “Don’t sell it! Walk around!”

Waving his hand, he leaned back slightly, and was ready for the old man to entangle again.

But seeing the old fogey only sighed then said, he turned and walked slowly. The vendor frowned and said in a low voice: “I’m sick.”

Li Yunxin looked at it for a while and laughed.

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