Can you give me the broken impermanence?

Chapter 11

Hearing the child's voice like a mosquito, Song Qingming was taken aback.

The little boy before was called Hu Aman, this one is also called Hu Aman?

Song Qingming was confused, so he could only continue to ask: "Are you from the village? Where are your parents?"

"Aman, I'm Hu Aman..."

The child only repeated one sentence repeatedly, completely ignoring Song Qingming's questions.

It looks like he's gone crazy.

Song Qingming clenched his fists involuntarily. Who would torture such a young child cruelly?

After entering the village, he met only a few people. The only person who could think of the instigator was...

"Why are you here?"

A voice suddenly sounded from behind, just in time to match the person Song Qingming was thinking of.

He froze and took a long time to look back slowly.

Aman's mother was standing at the door, her face was covered with shadows, and her eyes were dark and terrifying.

Just looking at that expression, four large characters immediately popped up in Song Qingming's mind.

Murder and kill.

He immediately stood up and asked her back: "What are you going to do?!"

The woman sneered, and walked towards him step by step: "I should ask you this? What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

Seeing her approaching, Song Qingming stepped back to keep a distance from her.

The comer is not kind, and right now he is empty-handed, and there is nothing around him that can be used as a weapon. If he tries his best...

Song Qingming glanced at the woman's strong arm, then looked down at himself.

What are you thinking!If he fights with this strong woman, it's tantamount to pointing fingers, completely hopeless!

Song Qingming looked at the woman tensely, then glanced at the child huddled in the corner, and asked, "Who is he? Why is he called Hu Aman?"

The corner of the woman's lips twitched ferociously: "It has nothing to do with you."

Song Qingming took another step back and slammed his back against the cold wall.

There is no way back.

Song Qingming gritted his teeth hard and looked at the woman who was getting closer, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

After a while, his eyes stopped, and he raised his finger to point behind the woman and shouted: "There is someone!!"

The woman snorted coldly: "Don't play such a stupid trick with me, I won't fall for you..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the woman was suddenly kicked hard from behind, and she was kicked directly at Song Qingming's feet, unable to get up because of the pain all over her body.

Song Qingming looked down at the woman and sighed, and said earnestly, "Look, I told you there was someone, if you don't believe me, you've been kicked now."

Xie Yu put down his slender right leg, looked at Song Qingming with a smile, and said softly, "Qingming, come here."

This time Song Qingming was very obedient and trotted over immediately.

Arriving at Xie Yu's side, Song Qingming saw a skinny man dragging in his left hand. It was Hu Aman's father. He looked half-dead, and he didn't dare to struggle in Xie Yu's hands.

Song Qingming asked strangely: "What are you dragging him for?"

Xie Yu: "He was sneaking around in front of your door with a dagger in the middle of the night, and I caught him."

As he spoke, he threw the man in his hand to the side of the woman.

One is vicious and the other is sneaky. It is conceivable that neither of these couples is a good person.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Song Qingming asked seriously.

The husband and wife glanced at each other, and then the woman knelt on the ground in a hurry, kowtowed her head again and again, crying and begging: "My lords have a lot, please let our family go!!"

With that look, it looks like Song Qingming and the others are the bad guys.

Song Qingming always hated this kind of people, the victims were not doing well, but the perpetrators were crying and making trouble.

"I don't agree with you, you better tell the truth!" Song Qingming said in a deep voice.

The woman fell on the ground, glanced at the two of them in fear, and said timidly for a while: "We have no choice but to make plans on you, as you have seen, our family is the only one left in the village, with no money and no food. It doesn't matter if we starve to death, but Aman is still here, Aman must live! I see that the young man next to you seems to be rich, so he became malicious and wanted to snatch some money from you. silver……"

Song Qingming frowned, and couldn't tell the truth from the woman's words for a while, pointing to the child in the corner: "Then what's going on with him? Also, why is this child also called Hu Aman?"

Woman: "She is our youngest daughter. She is congenitally insane. Because she always hears us calling Aman on weekdays, she calls herself Hu Aman. We locked her here out of helplessness. Otherwise, if she gets mad, she will run out and hurt people."

When she said this, the woman had a very painful expression, as if her daughter's illness was also tormenting her.

Song Qingming turned to look at the child in the corner.

He didn't expect it to be a girl, and when he thought about the wound every inch, his heart began to tighten again.

"You said she was sick, why did you beat her?"

Hearing Song Qingming's question, the woman was stunned for a moment, and then explained: "We didn't beat her, we failed to catch her a few days ago, she ran out and was beaten by people outside the village, if we didn't beat her If she finds it, she might die in the hands of that man!"

As she said that, the woman caught a glimpse of the teeth marks under Song Qingming's cuffs, and hurriedly said, "This young master was bitten by her just now, right? That kid is really crazy!"

Before Song Qingming could react, Xie Yu suddenly pulled his arm and opened the sleeve.

Xie Yu's face suddenly became gloomy when he saw a circle of tooth marks that penetrated into the flesh above his wrist.

Song Qingming quickly withdrew his hand: "I was the one who was bitten, why are you so excited?"

Xie Yu looked at him without saying a word, and there was no trace of a smile on his face.

Just looking at each other with Xie Yu, Song Qingming knew that Xie Yu was not in a good mood at the moment.

He moved his gaze elsewhere, coughed lightly and said, "It's just a bite, it's no big deal, don't look at me like that."

Xie Yuquan pretended not to hear, and still looked at him gloomyly.

Being stared at, Song Qingming felt inexplicably guilty. He didn't see Xie Yu looking away for a long time, so he had to turn the conversation back to the couple.

"Anyway, she is still a child and has been injured. You locked her here and refused to see a doctor. Do you want her to die?"

As soon as his words fell, the woman covered her heart and began to cry: "Do you think I want to?! Crazy or not, it's all the flesh that fell from my body. How could I be willing to watch her die! But we don't pay a penny!" No, how can I treat her? The child's father is also seriously ill, and we still have Aman to take care of..."

The more she went on, the more mournful the woman's cry became.

Therefore, poverty, day and night troubles.To make matters worse, the bitter cold is hard to protect.

Poverty is the incurable disease of this family.

Song Qingming lowered his eyes, and he was no longer in the mood to scold the woman.

After a long time, he turned around and said, "Don't lock that child here alone, I will give you some money, and you can buy whatever you see."

After speaking, Song Qingming walked out of the thatched cottage in a daze.

The thick fog outside the house had dissipated at some point, he turned around and went back to the thatched hut where he lived, threw away the clothes in his arms, pulled an old chair and sat by the window, dazed.

Really came to the wrong place, as soon as I arrived here, bad memories came back one after another.

Those scars that healed began to hurt again.

"Why are you showing such an expression again?"

Xie Yu's voice suddenly sounded, pulling Song Qingming back from his thoughts.

When he looked over, Xie Yu was standing beside him, probably because he was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice that Xie Yu came back with him.

Song Qingming looked away in embarrassment: "No matter how you walk, you don't make any sound at all, you look like a ghost."

Xie Yu knelt down silently, and took his injured hand.

"what are you doing?"

Song Qingming wanted to withdraw his hand, but Xie Yu held him tightly and refused to let go.

"Apply the medicine." Xie Yu took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom, opened his sleeves and patiently took the medicine: "Everything is up to you, but you must take the medicine obediently."

Song Qingming stopped struggling and looked at Xie Yu blankly.

He had been punched a lot, and suddenly someone insisted on giving him candy, so he always felt that this person had malicious intentions.

But occasionally, he would be so stupid that he thought it would be nice to be hurt like this once.

"Xie Yu, why are you outside alone?" Song Qingming couldn't help asking.

Xie Yu paused for a moment, then smiled and replied: "Because I don't have any family members, so I'm alone."

Song Qingming was a little surprised: "No family?"

"Well, my parents are gone. I used to have a younger sister, but she's gone later."

Unexpectedly, Xie Yu also had such a sad story.

Song Qingming looked down at him: "Just now... thank you."

Xie Yu didn't say anything, just smiled lightly.

Looking down from the top, you can just see Xie Yu's long and thick eyelashes clearly. I don't know how much God loves this person, so even the details are so exquisitely created.

Xie Yu smeared the wound very lightly, like holding a treasure, every time he touched it, he was very careful...

Song Qingming suddenly had an idea.

He wanted to draw Xie Yu.

Immediately afterwards, he quickly shook his head to wake himself up.

I haven't painted the impermanence I want to paint, so don't add tasks to yourself.

Sensing Song Qingming's movements, Xie Yu looked up at him: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Song Qingming looked out of the window with a blank expression, and murmured, "The ghosts here are not impermanent..."

Xie Yu: "Do you want to leave tomorrow morning?"

Song Qingming frowned and thought.

He should have left, but he somehow felt uncomfortable. If he left, he would miss something.

As if seeing his thoughts, Xie Yu lowered his eyes and said with a smile in his voice: "Let's stay for another day, I will get rid of the ghosts here tomorrow night before leaving."

That's right, you can't patronize yourself to see impermanence along the way, you have to accompany Xie Yu to eliminate ghosts!

Song Qingming: "Your excuse... No, it's a good idea, let's stay for another day!"

He was in a better mood, and Xie Yu's medicine was also healed.

Watching Xie Yu put away the porcelain vase, Song Qingming suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Have you ever seen impermanence?"

Xie Yu's movements paused, and he replied quietly after a long while: "I have seen it."

Hearing what he said, Song Qingming became interested: "Tell me quickly, what does impermanence look like?"

This time Xie Yu was silent for a long time.

He was suddenly silent, making Song Qingming a little confused.

After a while, Xie Yu raised his head and looked at Song Qingming with a gloomy expression.

"If I say that Wuchang's face is ugly, it can be said that gods hate ghosts, do you still want to see him?"

Song Qingming looked at him strangely, not knowing what happened to Xie Yu, why he was so serious all of a sudden.

However, Song Qingming cared more about Xie Yu's words: "Impermanence looks scary?"

Xie Yu nodded seriously.

Song Qingming raised his hand and rubbed his chin for a while, then said, "Scare me as long as it scares you. If I don't see the last time with my own eyes, I won't be reconciled."

Hearing what he said, Xie Yu suddenly smiled.

Happier than ever.

Seeing Xie Yu suddenly smile so brightly, Song Qingming began to wonder again, did God think that this person was too good-looking, so he deliberately broke his brain to show his fairness?

The author has something to say:

In the article, "Because of being poor, I worry day and night. The snow is worse, and the bitter cold is hard to protect." It comes from "Pu'an Jiabao" written by Shi Yinsu, a poet of the Song Dynasty.