The fishing boat sings in the evening, and the setting sun and the lone wild goose fly together.

A prosperous scene.

Qingliu River is a pebbles river. The section at the entrance of the village is an unknown rapid beach. The water flows only up to the waist and knees in the lower river section, and the upper river section is extremely deep. Many children who play in the water have drowned in the history of Fanmian Village.

The man who had been resting for a day to avoid the heat of the summer, released a raft and fished in the Shangxia River section. If he had a good harvest, he would get up early on the next day and go to Shunjiangji, sixty miles away, and sell it for a few pocket items.

Master Li returned to the private school with a fishing rod and fish stalk in one hand, and shouted to the classroom to scatter the school.

With a thrill, forty or fifty teenage girls in their teens rushed out of the class, the girls went home together, and the boy rushed to the Xiahe section of the Qingliu River, took off all his clothes and jumped into the water.

Most are naked.

People in the small village are commonplace and no one cares about this.

Children who grew up by the river, who are not white strips in the waves...

Master Li put down the fishing rod made by Nanzhu and called Li Ruyu the last one out, "Ruyu, let's have dinner here tonight."

Li Ruyu said oh, and cleverly poured out a few fat carp from the fish basin. He then found a sharp knife from the kitchen, cut the fish carefully and washed it, and then took some old jars of pickled vegetables from the kimchi jar.

The smoke from the cooking stove is falling...

Master Li looked at Li Ruyu with relief in the kitchen, and comfortably went to the backyard to pick up a pot of wine, moved a chair and sat in front of the private school.

Looking at the river going east, the sunset is setting in the sky, children wandering in the river, the beautiful country is like a long life, and it has been so many spring and autumn in the blink of an eye, I can't help but shake my head and chant: "Life is proud--"

But he stopped and looked at the sunset with lingering fear, and breathed a long sigh. Fortunately, there was no thunder in the clear sky.

I looked back at the boy in the kitchen.

Growing up with a hundred families of food, I am not as mature as a teenager. I don’t talk much, but I can always hit the nail on the head. Although my talent for studying is nothing, if I go to the imperial examination, I guess I will not pass the imperial examination, but I like this child for no reason.

Is it because of his perseverance in his eyes or because of his stubbornness and unyieldingness towards a difficult life?

This child is like grass in the mud.

Repeatedly break, continuous.

After thinking for a while, he suddenly laughed at himself with a sip, picked up the wine pot and took a sip, drank wine, and thought about it so much. Life is so helpless. Even if you want to help Li Ruyu directly, you will have the will but not enough.

Only a long road can be chosen.

Who said that this world is so harsh to people like themselves?

Before he could see the beautiful mountains and rivers of the Daliang Dynasty, he was completely struck to death by lightning before he could even appreciate the beautiful mountains and rivers of the Daliang Dynasty.

Li Ruyu brought out steaming sauerkraut fish.

He took two pairs of bowls and chopsticks, then sat respectfully on the side of the Master, without saying a word, and chewed slowly.

Eat very attentively and carefully.

Take every rice, every piece of fish and vegetables seriously.

Li Ruyu is very grateful.

Thank you to the Master and these meals.

I was born as an orphan, and I grew up eating a hundred families of food, and I was full and hungry. I used to have no ability to take care of myself, and I never knew where the next meal was, or I had no next meal at all.

Food is fate for oneself, so he is deeply grateful.

Li Ruyu put down the bowls and chopsticks, "Teacher, I'm ready to eat."

Master Li drank wine and laughed, "The saints have words, they don't speak, they don't talk, but they don't have to be constrained. Life cannot be so restricted. Life is free and easy to live is happiness."

"Okay, Master." Li Ruyu wrote it down carefully, but knew that he could not do the freehand paintings like Master.

Then he asked seriously: "Teacher, the student is a little confused."

Master Li took a sip of wine, bared his teeth, "Ask."

Li Ruyu turned around and took out the piece of paper with more than ten names from his book, and still looked serious: "Teacher, there are many people in the village who have been struck by lightning over the years. It is too weird, and these people have common characteristics."

Master Li was stunned for a moment, and a strange look surged in his face, and he wanted to speak but stopped.

Li Ruyu looked down at the name on the paper, but did not notice the Master's abnormal expression. "Last year, the daughter-in-law of the Yang family said that she was Mulan and was struck by lightning. The eldest uncle of the Zhang family said that he was Zhao Kuo and was struck by lightning. Today, the stupid son said that he was Huang Chao and was struck by lightning."

He raised his head and looked puzzled, "Teacher, I read through all the books in the private school and found no words about Mulan or Zhao Kuo." After pausing, his expression was a moment of sadness, and then he felt determined, "There was no dynasty called Tang and Zhou in history."

Master Li looked ache.

I know, but I can't say it. If I say it, I will be chopped into a piece of coke like them.

After thinking for a while, he said slowly, "Ruyu, are you thinking about this all the time because of your parents?"

Li Ruyu remained silent.

Master Li sighed, "The world is very big, not just Fanmian Village, Bishan County, Jiangqiu County, Changling Prefecture, Daliang Dynasty, the world is mysterious and mysterious, and the Master is just a scholar after all, and some things are not known."

The tired birds return to the forest in the sunset, and the sound of nature is getting quieter.

Master Li looked lonely: "The Master is like you, and he also has many doubts. The difference is that Master, I... have accepted my fate."

Li Ruyu stared at Master Li, "Don't Master ask for confusion?"

Master Li took a sip of wine, feeling sad and depressed. His words were filled with a rich helplessness, just like a duckweed in the rolling water in the green willow river, "If you are uneasy, what's the use of asking for?"

Li Ruyu was quiet for a while before whispering: "But, Master, you know, if I don't understand this, I will die."

Master Li was silent.

Yes, if this continues, Li Ruyu will really die.

The thirteen-year-old boy has been struck by lightning four times... The skin color of wheat is not sunny, but traces left by four lightning strikes. Every time he is struck by lightning, he stubbornly comes alive.

Repeatedly break, continuous.

Ten years ago, when I came to Fanmian Village, I happened to see three-year-old Li Ruyu waving his dirty hands like a dagger, and said in a slight voice, "The wind is slight and the water is cold-hearted"--.

Before he could say the following words, he was struck by lightning. He was handsome for only three seconds.

However, Li Ruyu was not dead.

The one who died was the poor Jing Ke, just like Huang Chao.

This happened four times.

Every time he didn't die, the poor person who died was the same kind of person as him.

This is very weird.

Anyone like himself who is struck by lightning will never survive, such as the daughter-in-law of the Yang family who claimed to be Mulan last year, the uncle of the Zhang family who called himself Zhao Kuo the year before, and the stupid son of the Huang family who called himself Huang Chao today.

Lei Luo will die without any luck.

Li Ruyu is definitely not an ordinary person.

Perhaps, only he can solve all these doubts.

Thinking of this, Master Li sighed, and his tone was filled with the lonely loneliness in the white mountains and black waters. "So, let's live well, one day you will know the truth. If there is one day, you must tell the Master, because, you may not believe it..."

Master Li was silent.

Li Ruyu stared blankly at the river flowing eastward, and his eyes became more and more determined.

I'll figure it out.

To survive, to the truth...

Master Li drank the wine in the pot in one gulp, and looked at the Qingliu River in a daze.

Some things cannot be said.

Ruyu, you may not believe it when you say it. Master, I, I have three hundred poems to fight wine, but now I don’t dare to recite poems. Master, I, a sword can break the armored soldiers, but now I don’t dare to lift the sword. I am walking on thin ice and afraid that thunder will rise in the clear sky in the sky...

Master, I live without any pleasure.
Chapter completed!