As soon as He Jiayun entered the house, he received a call from Mr. He.

"Bastard, you think of a way to ask your aunt out tomorrow."

He Jiayun is in trouble.

"Grandpa, you are my real grandpa, can you please don't embarrass your grandson? You are not even looking at me. My sister-in-law is very lovable. The five male guests including me all want to date her.

Your grandson isn't that capable, so he can't be sure to ask her out."

He Jiayun seemed a bit aloof in front of outsiders, but when facing the old man, he was smooth-tongued.

When Mr. He heard this, he immediately became energetic: "How are those four people? What are their origins? Where are they from, how many people are there in the family, and what are they doing now?"

He Jiayun stroked his forehead: "Do you always check your household registration?"

"That's your aunt, she's from our family. I have to ask clearly. This will save your aunt from being deceived. You don't know that your aunt is soft-hearted, kind and simple. What if she is deceived by a nasty man?"

Mr. He scolded He Jiayun with a face: "You must take good care of your aunt, or your pocket money will be deducted for three years."

This move is really cruel.

He Jiayun wanted to kneel down.

"Okay, okay, I'll see if it works out."

At this point, he wanted to ask a question that he couldn't figure out for a long time: "Grandpa, according to you, you are the sister I knew when I was a child, and my aunt is older than you. I don't think she looks like her at all."

Is she someone in her nineties? Also, her ID card clearly says she is a young girl in her twenties... Tell me, what is going on?"

When he asked this question, Mr. He fell into memories.

Many things he thought he was about to forget suddenly came to his mind.

Mr. He fled to that small village with his family. During the escape, most of his family members died. His mother carried him on her back to a village where there was enough food, and took him to live in the Tutu Temple at the head of the village.

Mother and son begged for a living.

On the way to escape, He's mother lost her health and ended up in Tutu Temple. She passed away in just over two months.

At that time, Mr. He was only seven or eight years old, but the people in the village were kind-hearted. Seeing how pitiful he was, they would often give him a bite of food.

Because of this, he did not starve to death.

But... no one's life was easy at that time.

It is impossible for other people to give him food every day. He eats here and there, and he can get by if he is hungry and full, but it is really difficult in winter.

The doors of the Tutu Temple were broken, and the northwest wind in winter poured straight inside.

He had no thick clothes, no thick quilt, and no firewood. He could find a place with sunshine to keep warm for a while during the day, but at night, he could really freeze to death.

At that time, Mr. He thought he would not survive. That night, he was so cold that he felt dizzy and many phantoms appeared in front of his eyes.

He saw his deceased mother, his little sister who died at the age of three, and his grandmother who gave him meat...

In this hallucination, he felt much warmer.

He saw a bright light, and in the light, a very beautiful girl wearing a thin long skirt with long hair hanging down was looking at him.

The beautiful girl opened and closed her mouth to talk, but he couldn't hear her.

He thought everything was an illusion, but the next morning, he really felt that the Tu Tu Temple was much warmer, and he also saw a bowl of hot porridge next to it.

He hadn't had a hot meal in two days at that time.

When he saw the hot porridge, Mr. He burst into tears. He held a blue and white porcelain bowl and cried while drinking the porridge.

At this time, a very warm hand fell on his head: "Why are you crying?"

Mr. He almost choked.

He looked up and saw the pretty girl he saw last night.

"I-didn't I dream last night?"

The girl smiled.

She rubbed Mr. He's messy hair: "No, you have lived in my temple for a long time. I see that even if you don't have enough food and clothing every day, you still know how to worship me, so I can't bear to have you cold and hungry."

And die."

When Mr. He's mother was dying, she told him that if he borrowed a temple from someone else's god, he must abide by their rules, not touch the things in the temple casually, and remember to make offerings to him from time to time, even if he couldn't find food.

Yes, even a flower or a piece of grass will do, but you must be sincere.

Although Mr. He is young, he has a good memory. He remembers these words and will find something to offer as an offering outside every day.

Sometimes it's a bird's egg, sometimes it's a small fish in the river, sometimes it's a wild flower, sometimes it's a beautiful stone picked up.

He worshiped it every day for several months, and finally the true god appeared.

The beautiful girl sat next to Mr. He and watched him drink porridge.

When he finished the porridge, the girl waved her hand and the bowl disappeared.

Not to mention how frightened Mr. He was at that time.

But when he thought about it, he was an orphan without a father and a mother, and he was on the verge of dying of cold and hunger every day, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

"Are you the god in this temple?"

Mr. He asked softly.

The girl smiled: "Well, you can call me Qingluo."

"My mother said you can't be disrespectful to the gods." Mr. He didn't dare to call Qing Luo by her name, so he asked, "Can I call you sister?"

Qingluo nodded: "Yes."

Mr. He, like a ghost, immediately knelt down and drank several heads of Qingluo: "Sister."

After Qingluo suffered these blows, she took great care of this cheap brother who came to her door automatically.

Because of Qingluo, a fairy with weak divine light, Mr. He survived the winter.

At the beginning of spring, Qingluo began to teach him how to read and count every night.

Every night, a lamp in the Tutu Temple is as bright as a bean, and the two siblings sit under the lamp and write on the sand table one stroke at a time with branches.

Later, Qingluo found some Western books from nowhere, so she began to teach Mr. He to read and also taught him some foreign languages.

Mr. He was very smart and had a good memory. Most of the time, Qingluo learned what he learned as soon as he taught him, and Qingluo also found her interest in teaching and educating people.

In this way, Mr. He was taken care of and taught by Qingluo until he was fourteen or fifteen years old.

He found that the time Qingluo spent with him gradually shortened.

When he first met Qing Luo, Qing Luo would spend more than two hours with him at night.

After that there is a coming hour.

But now, Qing Luo can appear in front of him for only more than an hour.

He was anxious, but he didn't dare to ask Qingluo.

Until one day, he went hunting in the mountains. When he came back, it was already late. He carried the prey to the gate of the Tutu Temple. From a distance, he saw Qingluo wearing an embroidered dress and her long hair tied into a ponytail.

Braided, sitting on the threshold with her chin in her hands.

Seeing Qingluo, Mr. He felt warm in his heart.

He ran over with a smile: "Sister, I shot a rabbit today, and I will roast the rabbit for you later."

Qingluo raised her eyes and glanced at Mr. He. She got up and entered the Tutu Temple.

Mr. He also quickly followed.

The Earth Temple is as dilapidated as ever.

The only difference is that there are many things on the table.

Mr. He recognized some of them, but he didn't recognize some of them.

There were a lot of gold bars on the table, as well as some calligraphy and paintings, and a box full of jewelry.

Qingluo pointed to the things on the table: "These are the worldly things I have accumulated for many years. I found them today and gave them to you. You have been studying with me for many years. I think you have extraordinary qualifications. If you stay here all the time,

In this place, it’s inevitable that the pearls will be covered in dust, so it’s better to take these things and go out for a while.”

Mr. He's heart skipped a beat.

He had a very bad premonition.

During these days, he went out early and came back late. Sometimes he would catch prey and run to the city to exchange for things. He also went to the bookstore to borrow books and read many books about gods and monsters. He felt that Qingluo was in a bad state.

.

He has been worried that one day Qingluo will no longer appear.

But he didn't expect that this day would come so early.

Looking at Qingluo, Mr. He's eyes were slightly red and tears were shining in his eyes.

Qingluo's expression was light, with an indescribable laziness, and a bit of casualness that looked down upon everything: "You are a smart child, and you also know my situation... I'm afraid if I don't explain it to you, many words will be lost.
To be continued...