Chapter 73: Everywhere in the World and Everywhere in the Rain

Xie Lian thought of something, and gave a soft "Huh".

The face with layers of bandages inevitably reminded him of the little child he met three years ago. But he couldn't be sure. Pessimistically, after the young child escaped to Taicang Mountain alone, can he really live for three more years?

At this moment, the young man came over, stood on tiptoe, took off the flowers in the hands of the clay statue, and replaced them with the bouquet in his own hands. Xie Lian sat on the altar and could see clearly that the newly replaced flower had more delicate, plump, watery petals, and a more fragrant aroma. It must have been picked just now. Could it be that he came to this inconspicuous temple every day to change the left hand of the clay statue with a bouquet of freshly picked flowers?

Moreover, after the flowers were presented, the young man stood under the clay statue of the prince, put his palms together, and prayed silently, but he didn't kneel indiscriminately like others, and he really listened to the words of gratitude.

three years. There are so many believers who have visited Xie Lian, including dignitaries, celebrities, and world-shattering talents. However, it is such a twelve- or thirteen-year-old child who really makes Xie Lian feel "careful". Moreover, he is a child who wears shabby clothes, and those gorgeous and luxurious golden temples will not be put in, so he can only visit this grass-roots temple.

I really don't know what it's like.

At this time, there was a clattering sound of stepping on the water at the entrance of the temple, and a group of children, holding umbrellas, ran playfully. Originally Xie Lian thought that they were just passing by, but who knew that after the group of teenagers ran past, they ran back, as if they had found something extraordinary, clapping their hands and said: "Wow wow wow, ugly monsters have been driven out again!"

This group of teenagers is about the same age as the young believer in the temple, but they are all taller than him, and they seem to be well raised by their parents. It was probably the holiday season, and they were all wearing new clothes and new shoes. They were treading water at the entrance of the temple, their smiles were innocent and lively, without the slightest malice. The boy clenched his fist, but the fist was too small to be deterrent. He shouted from outside the door: "The ugly bastard is going to sleep in the temple again today, be careful when you go home, your mother will kill you!"

Xie pity frowned. One eye that was exposed under the boy's bandage was covered with bloodshots, and he raised his fist and roared: "I have no home!! I have no mother! She is not my mother! Get out! Get out! Call me to kill you!!!"

But the group of children were fearless, sticking out their tongues: "You dare to hit us, be careful we will tell your father again and let him teach you a lesson."

Others winked and said, "Yeah, you don't have a mother, because your mother doesn't want you anymore. You don't have a family, and your family hates you. So you can only live in this ruined temple..."

At this point, the boy suddenly shouted and rushed over.

Although he was small in size, he was full of momentum. With a loud shout, several children were scared to run away, but the boy who was scrambling with him shouted, "What are you afraid of! There are so many of us!" Pull him and beat him. Xie Lian couldn't stand it anymore. With a wave of his hand, a sudden strange force in the air separated the two groups of children. Immediately, an extremely powerful splash of water flew from the ground, causing the group of teenagers to fight in a row.

After all, he was a child. He was thrown into a bizarre duel for no reason, and he drank a mouthful of muddy water. His new clothes were all wet, and he became dirtier and uglier than the object of their mockery. Wow wow cried, got up from the ground, weeping, grabbed the umbrella and ran away.

Xie Lian shook his head. He is a dignified martial artist, slaying evil spirits and monsters, and ensuring safe travel. This is the first time he has intervened in such a dispute between children. Even if he drives away the bad party, he has no sense of accomplishment. He turned back to look at the young man, slightly startled.

In the chaos, half of the bandage on the boy's head was torn off, and half of the exposed face was bruised and bruised. Obviously, he was not beaten just now. Before Xie Lian could take a closer look, he wrapped the bandages without a word, hugged his knees, and sat at the feet of the clay statue.

Thank you for coming to this Prince's Temple, the original intention is to be close, here to gather Fengxin and Muqing, order to discuss important matters, who knows that I met such a child, I can't help but care, after I issued the order, I squatted next to it stare at him. After squatting for a while, there was a gurgling sound in the boy's stomach. There are several fruit snacks in the offering plate. Although they look shriveled and not very tasty, they are better than nothing. Xie Lian chose one and threw it on him gently.

The boy was hit by the fruit, and he put his head in his hands and curled up into a ball, showing a defensive posture, as if a stone had been thrown on him, and more stones would soon hit him. After a long time, he looked around and found that it was just a fruit and there was no other person present. He hesitated for a moment, picked up the fruit, wiped it on his clothes, and put it back on the offering plate. Eat the offerings from the plate.

Then, he walked to the door, looked at the heavy rain outside the temple, and seemed to want to go out to find something to eat. But the rain was so heavy that he didn't want to get wet any more, so he came back and fell asleep curled up at the feet of the clay statue.

At this time, Fengxin and Mu Qing arrived. The two turned out from the back of the temple, and Fengxin said depressedly: "Your Highness, where did you find such a small Prince's Temple? Why do you want to send orders here?" Looking down, he suddenly saw a group of people shrinking to the ground, almost Stepping on, he blurted out: "Why is there a child here?!"

Mu Qing also lowered her head, looked at it carefully, and immediately asked: "Your Highness, is this the child who ran from Taicang Mountain three years ago?"

Xie pity shook his head: "I can't be sure. I don't know what his name is, and I don't know what his face looks like."

The three of them said a few words around a child who was unaware. The young man tossed and turned on the ground, wiped his face, and actually wiped blood from the corners of his mouth, nose and mouth. Seeing this, Xie Lian felt more and more that he couldn't let him continue to lie down, and said: "Let this child leave first. The sky is dark, and this temple is not a good place to spend the night."

Feng Channel: "Does he have nowhere to go? If so, I'm afraid he can only stay here for the night."

Thanks for the pity: "He has a home, but the home may not be very good. But the temple is also not good. You can find food for him after leaving first. This child is still injured."

Mu Qing said: "His Royal Highness, with all due respect, there is no time to take care of such trivial matters. You called us, but what decision is there?"

Among the priests in the heavenly court, there has never been that one who has received all the prayers of all believers. It must be known that there are thousands of believers in the world, and everyone cares. Isn’t it annoying and annoying, so sometimes they turn one eye and close one eye, and some trivial or subtle prayers will pretend not to hear, which can save a lot of money. trouble. However, it is probably because Xie Lian is too young and full of energy to recognize this kind of flexibility. He thought for a while, and walked outside the small temple with the umbrella given by passers-by.

Xie Lian slowly opened the umbrella, and the raindrops slammed on the surface of the umbrella. When the boy on the ground heard the voice, he thought that someone was approaching and moved slightly. But he probably thought that it was none of his business if someone came, so he lay back. Xie Lian put the opened umbrella at the door. The boy heard the sound and did not disappear. He was probably finally surprised. When he got up and came out, he saw a red umbrella slanting on the ground in the rain, like a solitary blooming red flower. The flower immediately froze.

Seeing the young man rushing over and holding the umbrella, he said with admiration: "His Royal Highness, it's enough at this point. If it's too obvious for him to find out, it will cause more troubles."

Who knows, Xie Lian has not answered yet, the young man rushed back and shouted loudly behind them: "His Royal Highness!"

The three of them were startled and looked back. I saw the young man holding the umbrella, with red eyes, extremely excited, raised his head and shouted at the clay statue: "His Royal Highness! Is that you?!"

Feng Xin didn't know that Xie Lian had already helped him drive away a group of children and lost the fruit. He said oddly: "This child is quite bright, but he was discovered by him." Mu Qing seemed to have guessed the prospect and glanced at Xie Lian. .

The boy said, "If you are here, please answer me a question!"

When sitting on the high altar, Xie Lian heard "please show your spirit" countless times every day. Any sound will be numb if you listen to it too much. However, whenever he heard such a voice, he couldn't help but pay attention and stop for it. Mu Qing reminded: "His Royal Highness, don't worry about it."

Thanks for being silent. The young man held the umbrella tightly in both hands, gritted his teeth and said, "I am in pain! I just want to die every day, every day I want to kill all the people in this world, and then kill myself! I live very painfully. !"

A 12- or 13-year-old child shouting this out loud, this picture is really ridiculous and pitiful. However, in that small body, there was something explosive that supported his anger and roar.

Fengxin frowned and said: "What happened to him? Killing all the people in this world, is this what a child would say?"

Mu Qing said lightly: "It's too small. When he grows up, he will know that what he has experienced now is nothing."

After a pause, he looked at Xie Lian and said, "There are too many suffering people in this world. Let's just say that there is a drought in Yong'an. Which Yong'an person is not as painful as him. Your Highness doesn't need to care. What should I do?"

Thanks for the pity: "Maybe."

One person's pain, to another person, is probably just a trivial little trouble.

The young man looked up at him, one eye was extremely red, but there were no tears, he held an umbrella in one hand, stretched out the other, grabbed the hem of the clay statue, and asked, "Why am I still alive in this world? What's the point?"

There was silence for a long time, no one answered, the young man seemed to have expected this result long ago, and slowly lowered his head.

Who knows, suddenly, a voice broke the silence and sounded above him: "If you don't know how to live, then live for me."

Xie Lian's Fengxin and Mu Qing did not expect that he would really answer, and it was still such an answer, they all widened their eyes and said: "...His Royal Highness?!"

The boy raised his head suddenly, but saw no one, only heard a soft and ethereal voice coming from the clay statue:

"I don't know how to answer the question you asked. However, if you don't know the meaning of your life, then it's better to take me as that meaning."

Fengxin and Mu Qing's faces were cracked, and both reached out to block Xie Lian's mouth, and shouted: "Don't say your Highness! You are breaking the rules! You are breaking the rules!"

Before being covered by them, Xie Lian hurriedly shouted again: "Thank you for your flower! It's beautiful, I like it very much!"

The author has something to say: this umbrella is not the one that Huahua played later. Hua Hua's one can block the mountain of knives on the top and pass the oil pan on the bottom. It is an exclusive hand-made custom, special material, and a weapon for killing gods.