122. Magic Stick (13)
Zhao Xi hurriedly walked on the way to school. She had already been very tired after taking a year off school. Now she has to go to school and can only hire a nanny to take care of her children. Fortunately, her parents left money when they died. Zhao Xi only had his share, and his younger brother Quanquan has been keeping it well and plans to give it to him when he grows up.
She was originally a little girl who needed protection from her parents. After experiencing the death of her parents and becoming a mother herself, she grew up little by little.
Thinking of the children at home, she quickened her pace and continued walking. As she walked, she heard a familiar name in her ears.
"Is Teacher Bai really the arsonist? No way, he usually looks so gentle."
"Really, I saw him being taken away with my own eyes. Teacher Bai looked like he had aged a lot, and he was taken away without any resistance at all."
"Then why...it's so good. Why would Teacher Bai set a fire? Doesn't he look quite normal?"
"I don't know, Teacher Bai admitted it anyway, but I didn't say the reason..."
Zhao Xi paused and watched the two girls leave laughing.
She closed her eyes, hid the tears in her eyes, and kept walking forward.
But the spirit was still in a trance.
Bai Yumu, he really wants to kill his own child...
"careful--"
Someone was reminding her from behind. Because Zhao Xi was thinking about Bai Yumu, she was stunned for a second before she realized that she had actually walked to the stone by the school lake and was about to fall.
"ah……"
The body tilted downward due to inertia, and Zhao Xi's heart flashed with panic for a moment. The school's lake has always been surrounded by railings, but this stone was not fenced because it was too high.
And she can't swim.
There was a couple chatting by the lake nearby, and they reminded Zhao Xi that when he saw this scene, he stood up and ran over there in a panic.
The imagined sound of falling water did not sound.
The girl standing on the stone kept leaning forward and slowly, little by little, put her feet on the ground.
"Oh my God..." The girl in the couple covered her mouth, "She is a dancer, she has really good balance."
Zhao Xi stood firm on his feet, but his whole body became stiff.
She could feel something behind her, tugging at the corner of her clothes, pulling her back bit by bit.
Obviously he couldn't see it, but Zhao Xi knew it.
That's her rhubarb.
"Dahuang, is that you..."
She asked tremblingly, and then she felt her cold hands being gently licked by the animal's tongue.
Just like before, when she was feeling uncomfortable and unhappy, Dahuang would do the same, nestling at her feet and licking her hands to comfort her.
"Rhubarb, rhubarb..."
The couple below looked at Zhao Xi in confusion as he knelt down and cried.
"Why is she crying? Didn't she fall?"
"Are you scared? Go up and comfort me."
"I'm a man. How can this be so comforting? It's almost the same if you go up there..."
"Okay, I'll go up...hey, where is the person?"
***
Zhao Xi could feel that Dahuang was walking in front. Although he couldn't see it, it must be looking back at him with its beautiful almond eyes.
Zhao Xi followed, she couldn't see or hear, but she just knew that Dahuang was in front.
After walking to a small street, because it was noon, there were no trees on the street and there were no people. Zhao Xi saw a small box in front of him, and a puppy whined from inside.
She hurriedly ran over and saw a puppy inside. It looked very small, and it didn't even have its milk cut off. It was crawling hard and whining.
This is an abandoned milk dog. The most important thing is that its color is yellow.
Zhao Xi put his trembling hands and placed his fingertips on the puppy. As if he felt someone's touch, the puppy barked softly.
A childish cry, like a cry for help.
"You should have guessed how Dahuang died."
A faint magnetic voice sounded behind him. With tears in his eyes, Zhao Xi slowly turned around and saw the handsome Taoist priest wearing Taoist robes.
Her lips trembled slightly and she confirmed, "It's Bai Yumu."
"Half guessed right."
Wei Mingyan's hand caressed the crutch slowly, lowering his eyes slightly and looking at the little life placed in the box.
"When you were eight years old, Dahuang came to your home and has been with you and grown up with your brother. In your eyes, he is a friend, and in his eyes, you are all children who need to be protected."
"That day, your brother fell into the water. Dahuang jumped in to save him. When he wanted to go ashore, Bai Yumu knocked him down with a bamboo pole."
Zhao Xi's eyes were red and he clenched his fists tightly, "And I thought it was Bai Yumu who saved Quanquan."
"I am grateful to him, treat him well, and treat him as a benefactor."
"Dahuang, it was obviously him who saved Quanquan..."
In Wei Mingyan's eyes, the yellow dog was wagging its tail and carefully circling its owner, trying to comfort her.
——Don’t cry, rhubarb doesn’t hurt.
——Don’t be sad, if Quanquan is doing well, Dahuang will be happy.
He couldn't speak, so he could only purr softly and try to rub his master's hand.
"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have trusted Bai Yumu and brought him home. Otherwise, Dahuang wouldn't have..."
"Although it's not your fault, you still need to make amends."
"Did you see the dog in the back? He is Dahuang."
Zhao Xi's eyes lit up little by little.
"rhubarb……?"
She turned around in surprise and disbelief, looking at the little puppy squirming in the box, "Is he Dahuang?"
Wei Mingyan looked at the yellow dog that was wagging its tail, looking up at its owner obediently, and lied without changing his expression: "Yes, he is Dahuang."
"He couldn't bear to leave you."
The Taoist priest didn't say anything more, but Zhao Xi could already think of it himself.
Her rhubarb came back to find her.
The girl carefully picked up the whimpering puppy in the box, her face full of hope for the future.
Bai Yumu and the child's father were all forgotten.
This time, she must protect Rhubarb well.
"Thank you, thank you."
Watching the girl gently hugging the puppy and leaving, Wei Mingyan glanced at the yellow dog squatting next to him.
"You are also a liar. You can't be reincarnated, but you still lie to her. That's you."
"Do you regret not going to reincarnation for them?"
The yellow dog wagged its tail and barked.
No regrets.
He is a good dog, and a good dog must protect its owner.
"OK!"
Wei Mingyan stretched out his hand and touched Huang Quan's head, "If you don't want to reincarnate, don't reincarnate. I will open the back door for you. When Zhao Xi's life is up, you go and see her off."
"Woof!"
The yellow dog became happy, wagging its tail happily, and followed the Taoist priest, running away little by little.
"Come on, let's take you to the theater."
"It should be a big show."
***
Bai Yumu was imprisoned. There was no death penalty in China, but the crime he committed was enough to warrant him being imprisoned until death.
He has almost no sense of the outside world now.
Every minute, every second, whether he closes his eyes or opens his eyes, he can recall the way his mother disappeared little by little.
It's obviously his fault.
It was he who refused to save her, it was he who killed his mother with his own hands, and it was he who bore the debt of killing his mother.
But in the end, it was the victim's mother who paid off the debt for killing him.
In order to protect him, he will not enter reincarnation...
Twice a day, every time, it is painful...
She expected to become an upright and kind-hearted person. She stayed huddled in that hut for more than ten years, and until she disappeared, she still felt that her son was a good person...
She is gone, gone...
Never see you again...
The sound of the cane falling to the ground came from far away. Bai Yumu looked at the ceiling blankly. Under the night, a man wearing a monk's robe appeared in front of him.
The yellow dog squatted on the ground, raised his head and looked at Wei Mingyan.
"Actually, the eighteen levels of hell are only effective in the human world. Do you know why?"
The man stretched out his slender hand and touched the yellow dog gently, with a faint smile on his lips, "Because those who really need hell will be torn into pieces by the surrounding creditors at the next moment of death. There is no need at all." There will be a chance to go to hell.”
"So, hell is on earth..."
He stood under the moonlight, smiling slightly, his eyes full of tenderness, and his handsome features looked a little better in the meager light.
In Bai Yumu's eyes, he was no different from an evil ghost.
"Drowning, twice, being crushed alive by pliers, unable to escape, once, burned, twice. Now, it's time for you to repay your debt..."
He will be pulled into a deep dream, where the pain is real, the injuries are real, and the repetition of drowning, corpse dismemberment, and fire is repeated.
You can't live, you can't die.
Until the end of his lifespan, the moment his soul body came out, it was torn into pieces by the bad luck gathering around him.
This is real hell.
"Want to see it?"
"Woof woof woof!"
"I don't want to look at it either. Such a thing would pollute my eyes too much. Come on, I'll take you to meet my little granddaughter."
***
Wei Jin and his wife had just been discharged from the hospital today. Due to their father's request, they moved back home. They had just finished washing their daughter's diapers and were mopping the floor when the door to their home opened.
He stood up with a confused look on his face and looked at his father who was holding a rope.
One end of the rope was in Wei Mingyan's hand, and the other end was floating in the air.
"Dad? What are you doing?"
"Can't you see?"
Wei Mingyan untied the yellow dog and rubbed his head, "I have a dog."
"dog……"
Wei Jin looked at his father's hand touching the air in mid-air, and then at the empty half of the rope. His hand softened and the mop fell to the ground.
"Forget it, I'd better walk without a rope next time. No one can see you anyway, and you won't be fined."
Qian Miao was teasing her daughter. When she saw her husband come in, she asked in a low voice, "Is dad back? I heard him say he had a dog."
"Yes, yes."
Wei Jin smiled and said, "Dad has a dog..."
"Dad does like cats and dogs at his age. Hey, I have a classmate who owns a pet supply store. I called her to buy some toys and food for dogs. Dogs are the most loyal. They are special when raised. Can protect the Lord..."
"Need not."
Looking at his excited wife, Wei Jin's smile became stiffer.
"That dog is a little special."
"Special? Breed? It can't be Tibetan Mastiff..."
"Variety, variety..."
Wei Jin couldn't tell. He didn't even see the shadow of a dog. He didn't know what kind of dog he was going to go to.
Wei Mingyan led Dahuang past the door: "The breed is hellhound."
"Idiot, I'm going out for a few days. You have to keep an eye on my granddaughter. Qian Miao, I'll hire a nanny to come over this afternoon."
"Ah? Dad, where are you going?"
"Heaven."
The author has something to say: Second update, red envelopes will be distributed to the first ten little angels, good night everyone.