A World Worth Protecting Chapter 1085: Old beggar!

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Time passed. Thirty years have passed since Sun De's story about Luo and Gu's struggle for immortality ended.

Thirty years, basically half of a mortal’s life, too many changes can occur, too many transitions can occur, and for this small county, there are batches of children born, grown up, married, and have children. .

But there are also groups of people who have fallen, frustrated, and aged until they die.

What remains unchanged is the county itself, whether it is the building, the city wall, or the Yamen compound, and... the teahouse back then.

It is still the same as it used to be, even if it is damaged, but as a whole, it does not seem to be too much Transformation. It is just that there are some broken tiles in the house, some bricks in the city wall, and some plaques in the Yamen compound. , And... In the teahouse, there are no storytellers back then.

But in this county town, there are more people and things, more shops, more towers on the city wall, more drums in the Yamen compound, more guys in the teahouse, and...under the East City bridge, more A beggar.

The beggar has white hair, dirty clothes, and his hands are like dirt growing on his skin. He is half leaning against the wall behind him. In front of him is a broken wooden table with a black wooden board. At this moment, the old beggar was looking at the sky, as if in a daze. His eyes were muddy and he seemed to be blind. His whole body was dirty, but his wrinkled face...very clean and clean.

It seems that this is his only, the only decent.

It's just that this clean face is incompatible with the other beggars around, and it's just as inconsistent with the bustling voices of the crowds coming and going around them.

He didn't seem to care. After a while, in the clouded sky, the old beggar made a cooing sound in his throat, as if he was laughing or crying, lowered his head and picked up the black wooden board on the table. , And put it on the table, making the crisp sound that year.

"As mentioned last time, before the 90 million immeasurable calamities before the demise of Vast Expanse Dao Domain, beyond this Heaven, Earth, Profound and Yellow, in the depths of the endless and unfamiliar distant starry sky, two of the two original Supreme Beings that existed when they first opened Generations, compete with each other for the position of immortality!"

"I saw that Luo's Supreme Being, raised his right hand, grabbed Heavenly Dao, and was about to crush..."

"But Gu is better, turning back time..." The old beggar's voice was dull and frustrated, and he shook his head, as if he was immersed in the story, as if in his dim eyes, what he saw was not passing by in a hurry. , The crowd that no one cares about, but the intoxicating eyes in the teahouse back then.

Even though his opening caused dissatisfaction with other beggars around him, he still knocked on the table with the black wooden board in his hand, shook his head, and continued to tell the story.

"Old man, you have been telling this story for thirty years, can you change it?"

"My surname is Sun, shut up quickly and disturbed my uncle my dreams, are you owed again!" The dissatisfied voice became stronger and stronger, and finally a middle-aged beggar with a fierce appearance next to him came forward. He grabbed the old beggar's clothes and glared at him viciously.

"Old grandson, you thought you were the original Mr. Sun, I warn you, and then disturbed Lao Tzu's dream, here...you will move out for me!"

Although the old beggar in the eye was dim, he stared up and glared at the middle-aged beggar who was holding his collar.

"Bold, I am Mr. Sun, I am Juren, I am famous all over the world, I..."

"You lunatic!" The middle-aged beggar raised his right hand, and was about to slap over, when a low shout came from a distance.

"Stop!"

As the voice came, I saw an old man walking slowly with a five or six-year-old child beside the overpass.

When the old man arrived, the middle-aged beggar quickly let go, savage on his face turned into flattery and flattery, and he spoke quickly.

"It turned out to be a member of the week, the younger one would say hello to your elderly."

"Retreat." That Zhou frowned, took out some Bronze Coin from his arms and threw it over. The middle-aged beggar quickly picked it up with a more flattering smile and quickly backed away.

Ignoring the other party, in the eye, a member of the staff this week, with emotion and complexity, looked at the old beggar who had arranged his clothes and continued to sit there, raising his hand to knock the black board on the table again.

"Mr. Sun, if you have time, please give me a paragraph. I want to re-listen the period when Luo laid out 90 million immeasurable calamities and finally fought with Gu." Zhou Yuanwai said softly.

The old beggar rolled his eyelids, swept outside the sweeper, looked around, and smiled faintly.

"It turned out to be the second child, are everyone here?"

Zhou Yuanwai heard what was said laughed, seeming to be lost in memory, and spoke after a long while.

"Mr. Sun, everyone is here, just waiting for your old man." As he said, he put down the curious child in his arms, stepped forward and wiped the table with his sleeve.

The old beggar smiled triumphantly, picked up the black wooden board, knocked it on the table, and made a snap.

"Last time I said..." The old beggar's voice echoed in the bustling voices, as if to take him back to the year, and the Zhou member opposite him seemed to be the same. The two said one, one Listen, until after dusk, as the old beggar fell asleep, Zhou Yuanwai was took a deep breath, looked at the sky of gloomy, took off his coat and put it on the old beggar's body, and then bowed deeply, leaving some money and bringing With the child left.

Far away, you can hear the curious voice of children.

"Grandpa, who is that old beggar."

"He, it's Mr. Sun. Grandpa was still working in the teahouse and he was the most admired gentleman."

"Why is he here, won't he go home?"

"Mr. Sun's dream is to walk thousands of times and watch the lives of Li people. Maybe he is tired, so he rests here." The sighing voice of the old man blended with the crisp voice of the child, and he went further and further.

He couldn't see it. Behind him was like a sleeping old beggar. At this moment, his body was trembling. In his closed eyes, tears could not be sealed. On his decent face, it flowed down. With the tears falling, gloomy Molly thunder came from the sky, and drops of cold rain fell on the world.

The raindrop was very cold, causing the old beggar to slowly open the dim eyes with trembling, took the black wooden board on the table and stroked it in his hand. This was the only thing that accompanied him from beginning to end.

Touching the black plank, the old beggar looked up at the sky. He remembered the rain at the end of the story.

The rain 30 years ago was cold, without warmth, just like fate. After Gu Yuluo’s story was finished, he had no dreams, and what he created was about demons, about demons, about eternity, about The story of half **** and half fairy was also not exciting enough. From the beginning, everyone looked forward to it, until it was full of impatience, and finally no one cared.

He tried many versions and failed without exception, and the failure of storytelling made him even more humble at home. The dissatisfaction of his father-in-law, the contempt and disgust of his wife made him bitter, but Can pin their hopes on the imperial examination.

But... he still failed.

The repeated blows left Sun De at a dead end. In desperation, he could only re-tell the story about Gu Hexian. This allowed him to restore his original life in a short time, but with the day Day by day, seven years later, what a wonderful story cannot be defeated by repetition. Gradually, when everyone has heard it, and when more people imitate it in other places, Sun De's road will be cut off.

He has no source of income, and gradually lost his fame and dignity. At this time, his wife, after countless dislikes, was in front of him to be good with others, and even more so. When he was angry, he directly ended his marriage with him and remarried others with the support of his original father-in-law.

And Sun De, who also suffered from deceit at the beginning, was beaten violently, broke his legs, and threw him out of the house. That day, it was raining, just as cold.

He lost his family, lost his career, lost dignity, lost everything, lost his legs, and was lying in the rain wails. He finally couldn't bear such a blow. He was crazy.

In other words, he had to be mad, because how famous he was when he was the most popular, then now that he has lost everything, the loss is so great, this gap is not something ordinary people can bear.

He was crazy, relying on the old listeners to occasionally sigh the alms after the memories, and gradually he became a beggar, a beggar who lives in his own world and still tells the story.

Many times, he thought he was going to die, but he seemed to be unwilling. He struggled to survive, even if... only the black wooden board was with him.

At this moment, stroking the black board, Sun De looked at the rain. He felt that today was colder than usual, as if he was the only one left in the whole world. Everything about in the eye became blurred and faint. He seemed to hear many voices and saw many figures.

"Mr. Sun, let's have a paragraph."

"Yes, Mr. Sun, we all feel itchy in our hearts. Don't sell your old man."

"Mr. Sun, our Mr. Sun, you made us wait, but it's worth it!"

Listening to the surrounding voices and looking at the enthusiastic figures, Sun De smiled, but his smile was slowly becoming eternal as his body cooled.

But at this moment... he suddenly saw two figures in the crowd. They were very clear. They were a middle-aged man with white hair. His in the eye seemed to be sad, and there was a young man in red around him. Girl, although the child's clothes are happy, complexion is pale, and the figure is a little illusory, as if it will disappear at any time.

The two of them were sitting there, staring at themselves.

"Senior please, save my daughter, Wang Mou is willing to pay all costs for this!" When Sun De saw it, the white-haired middle-aged man stood up and bowed deeply to Sun De.