The sky was shining and the stars were rising. The boy and his clothes were lying beside the bed, lying around the little baby in his arms, but he was awakened by the slight movement on his arms. The boy opened his eyes, but saw the little baby also flashing his eyes and looking at him, his hands and feet were shaking constantly, but his strength was still very small.

Seeing that the boy woke up, the little baby opened his mouth and smiled silently. He looked at each other and smiled, and a kind of warmth poured into the boy's heart like a tide, and he couldn't help but kiss the baby's forehead. However, the little baby blew twice, farted and shitted, and dirty the quilt.

The boy actually laughed out loud, cleaned the baby, went to the door to wash the quilt that had just been stained, and hung it on the bamboo pole. He cooked the rice soup, fed the baby to drink it, and then put some rice soup in the bamboo tube.

The boy tied the baby to his chest with a long and sturdy cloth, put the dry quilt away and took it away in a bag, and pulled some soft muslins to make diapers for the baby. Everything was done. The boy brought a hat, carried a shoulder pole, touched the baby, and turned around and closed the door of the cottage.

The road down the mountain is very familiar, and the fog at the foot of the mountain is also familiar. The fog blocked people from outside, and even he himself was blocked by the fog many times. But later the boy found that as long as he closed his eyes, he seemed to be able to see the way forward in the fog.

The boy held the baby, closed his eyes, and walked on a narrow but clear road. The road was very long, the boy kept walking, and the road was straight, and the boy had never walked in the fog for so long.

The little baby made a low sound, and the boy hurriedly opened his eyes. There was still a fog around him, and he couldn't see anything clearly. The boy fed the little baby rice soup and changed a diaper for him. When he tied it back to his body, the little baby fell asleep again. "This child is good." The boy closed his eyes again. This time, he didn't walk for long, and saw the end of the road, but he could not see anything outside the end of the road. The boy walked to the end of the road and opened his eyes.

It turned out to be a small town.

The archway in front of me reads "Wunan Town", but it is a beautiful font that I have never seen before.

The boy didn't know about the town, but he walked slowly in.

It was noon, and the town was bustling and bustling. Restaurants, tea shops, rouge jewelry, shops, and wine flags fluttered. The boy seemed a little uncomfortable, and his body was a little stiff in the crowd. The boy's strange clothes also caused people to point fingers and point fingers. An old woman selling tea on the street said to the boy, "Sit for a while, it looks like she is rushing to the far side. Today is the Cold Food Festival, but there is no hot tea."

The boy hesitated for a moment, then sat down as he said, gently stroked the back of a little baby. The old woman took a large bowl of thick tea and placed it in front of the boy, and asked enthusiastically, "This little man is so handsome, and the baby he gave birth to is as handsome as a dragon. It is really a dragon that gives birth to a dragon and a phoenix."

The boy's expression remained unchanged. Although he could understand what these people said, his tone was a little weird. He fisted his hand on the table, and then looked down at the sleeping baby. After drinking two sips of tea, the boy wanted to ask the old woman if anyone had lost the child, but opened her mouth halfway and couldn't make a sound.

The old woman looked at the boy asking with a look on her face and waited, but she didn't expect that the boy was mute and said casually, "What a pity, such a good man is mute." The boy touched his throat, then his neck, thinking that it might be because he hadn't talked to others for too long, and he forgot how to speak. So he dipped his fingers into tea and wrote on the table, which turned out to be a beautiful small seal script.

The old woman looked at the boy even more regretful. She called the Taoist priest who was calculating the characters next to her to see. The Taoist priest couldn't help but exclaimed, "Good words! Good words!" But she didn't know what she wrote, so she shook her head at the boy. When the boy heard their conversation, he nodded, leaving a few red beans as tea money, and the old woman was even more happy.

The town is not big, and the boy walked through the most prosperous street in the town in a short while. He saw a small-sized academy and walked in. More than a dozen tables were placed in the main hall, which should be used as classrooms.

The boy saw a student in green clothes entering the classroom from the backyard, and went up to meet him and bowed.

The student in Qingyi looked at the young man in surprise and nodded slightly. The boy picked up the pen in his hand and asked a question on the straw paper on the table. When the student in Qingyi saw the word, he was even more surprised. After a while, he said, "Can you hear it?" the young man nodded.

The Qingyi student continued, "I do have a student. I heard that my child was lost at home, but I don't know where this student's home is. I only know that it is in Xingnan Village, Wubei Town."

The boy gave another gift. The student in Qingyi pointed the direction to him and looked at the boy's back, his eyes a little intriguing.

Wubei Town needs to go all the way north, which is not as prosperous as Wunan Town. There are no wine flags floating, and there are only a few people on the road. After leaving the town, I walked more than ten miles northeast, fed the baby again, and ate some dry food himself before I arrived at Xingnan Village. Seeing the baby lying comfortably in his arms after eating, the young man smiled slightly.

It was dusk, and wisps of smoke rose in the village. The boy was about to find someone to ask, but saw tall weeping willows everywhere in the village, swaying gently in the wind.

There was a door open to the east of the village. The boy knocked on the open door. After a long time, he didn't wait until the person came out, he knocked on the door again. A middle-aged woman walked out and looked at the boy. The boy bowed and wrote words on the ground with a branch. The woman seemed to be startled and shook her head. The boy pointed to the child in his arms again.

The middle-aged woman asked him, "Do you want some milk for your child?" The boy shook his head, and the woman said to himself, "I don't have one here. Go to the west of the village to look for it. There is a family with a black wooden door. The family just lost the child and there is no place to feed the milk." The boy gave another gift and found it.

To the west of the village are a few big willow trees surrounded by people. Under the bushes, the black courtyard gate was hidden. The boy knocked on the door, and a man with messy hair opened the door. The boy pointed to the baby and pointed at the man again, but saw the man pounce on the body like crazy, trying to steal the child. The boy hurriedly protected him and crossed the shoulder pole behind him in front of him.

The man's eyes were red and he kept staring at the little baby in the boy's arms. The boy pointed at the little baby again and pointed at the man again. The man's restlessness seemed to calm down. He looked at the boy expectantly and sadly, and then used his trembling hands to push away the cradle, and instantly withered. A woman who was also messy stood under the eaves and looked at the scene, and fell to the ground in pain.

The boy knew that he turned around and wanted to leave, but the man grabbed him and knelt down, "I beg this young master to let us hug this child, even if it is not our child." The boy paused, and after a while, he nodded slowly.

The man welcomed the boy into the house, and together with the woman, he turned all his attention to the child, and kept moving. The man said, "Young Master, can you let the people in the house breastfeed the child?" The boy nodded. The woman took the child in. The man obviously calmed down. After pouring tea fruits, he still couldn't suppress his sadness.

"Young Master, is this child yours?" The boy shook his head, and the man said silently, and after a while, he even shed tears.

The boy used tea to write on the tea. The man shook his head and couldn't read. His eyes were a little dull, and he recalled that he was teasing and playing with his child before going down the field, but when he came back down the field, the child disappeared.

The boy's face was heavy and he sighed slightly. At this time, dozens of armored warriors suddenly rushed in from the yard, scaring the man so much that he couldn't help but beg for mercy.

"Dear officials, good, good, good, I will pay back the rent I owe immediately, I will pay it back immediately. Look, there is nothing left in this family!"

"Don't want your rent."

The sound was a little familiar. The young man looked at the sound. The student in Qingyi, who was guiding the way, gracefully carried a light sword and walked in.

"As long as he!" The sword was not unsheathed, but pointed at the boy.

Both the boy and the man were stunned. The man looked at the boy and kowtowed again, "He is a good person, official, he must be a good person, a good person."

"Good man? Haha, you definitely don't know who he is."

The Qingyi student looked at the boy with a stern look. The boy shook his head and thought to himself, "I don't know who I am."

The man in green continued, "Don't think about resisting, otherwise I will slaughter this village."

The tone was extremely arrogant. The man clenched his fists and wanted to rush over, but was stopped by the boy. The boy took two steps forward and nodded to the Qingyi student.
Chapter completed!