Peach luck beauty picture

Xihua Village is located in the beautiful Jiangnan hills, surrounded by Eagle Ridge on three sides, a stone road along the only gap leading to the small town at the foot of the mountain - Wuxi Town.The road is wide or narrow, curved or curved, up or down.Due to the perennial trampling, the stone slabs after the rain are washed clean and bright, and if you step on them with bare feet on a summer afternoon, there is still a little bit of warmth.

The abundant rain watered the trees in the ridge to be lush.In the early morning or on rainy days, the Eagle Ridge is surrounded by mist.On sunny days, there are often pictures of eagles hovering and swooping down from time to time, picking up a hare or pheasant and flying straight into the sky.There are as many wild mushrooms and medicinal materials in the forest as chicken feathers.

Xiaoji's surname is Mo, his scientific name is Moji, and his baby name is Xiaoji.

Little Yoshihara is the most lovable child in Xihua Village.

On the day of the full moon, a pair of big eyes will turn slyly, and a smile will hang on the face; the thick lips will be wide and cracked,

The old people often say: "A man's mouth is full of food."

When he was one year old, he could talk. When he met someone with Mimi, he called him "Two One, Two One", and when he met an old man, he called him "Yaya, Yaya".People in the village couldn't help but pat his head and pinch his chubby little face when they met him.

When I was more than two years old, I could count 21 28 and [-] [-]. I was shocked to be a genius and a capable person in Xihua Village in the future.

But in this year, my parents got into a car accident when they went out to work, and both of them passed away.Fortunately, the grandfather is still alive, and the old man insisted on bringing Xiaoji until he was ten years old, and he had no choice but to leave.

Xiaoji also has an uncle named Mo Deliang who lives in this village.Ever since Xiaoji's parents left, he never thought of going to see his nephew, otherwise he wouldn't need grandpa to take care of Xiaoji.

Since grandpa also left, Mo Deliang came over and drove Xiaoji out of the house, saying that it was originally his family's house, and it was temporarily lent to grandpa and Xiaoji to live in.How could Xiaoji know these things at such a young age, and the villagers also kept a meddling attitude and no one said anything.

The village head, Zhang Taofu, saw Xiaoji hugging a tattered quilt, alone with nowhere to go, and felt compassion again.

When Xiaoji was six years old and it was time to go to school, his grandfather had no money to send him. Zhang Taofu waived all the fees after discussing with the school principal.Xiaoji did not waste this free opportunity, and his academic performance is the best among the thirty or so children every year.

Lifting the pile of tattered quilts and holding his thin little hand, Zhang Taofu walked towards the depths of Eagle Ridge.

There is a broken Taoist temple on the mountainside of Laoying Ridge, and an old Taoist priest lives in the temple, probably more than 80 years old.My health is not bad, I have nothing to do every day, sometimes I catch a hare in the mountains, pick mushrooms, dump some yams, and go to the small town at the foot of the mountain to exchange some rice, oil, and salt.

When the village head took Xiaoji up to Poguan, the old Taoist priest was drinking porridge, and he was in high spirits drinking the fresh mushroom soup in the bowl.

Zhang Taofu pulled Xiao Ji, and straight to the point, he spoke to the old Taoist priest: "Master Daoist, this child is helpless now, it's really pitiful. There is no suitable family in the village willing to adopt him. Please help me to bring it to you. Always be a companion or something. The village gives five hundred catties of millet every year."

Looking at Xiao Ji who was hiding behind the village chief's ass, the old Taoist walked over and lovingly touched the top of his head, along the spine and down to the tailbone, thinking in his heart: He is a good embryo for practicing martial arts.With a cheerful expression on his face, he said: "Okay, if you and I are destined, let's treat it as me accepting a closed disciple."

Xiaoji didn't know where he learned it from, so he quickly knelt in front of the old Taoist and kowtowed three times, and said crisply: "Master, please accept three respects from my disciples!"

The old-fashioned "hehe" straight music, a feeling of being a disciple in old age, is very lucky.

The village chief couldn't help but praise the kid for his cleverness.When pulling him up the mountain, he was still worried that the old man would not accept the little guy.Such a result now can be regarded as the luck of Xiaoji's misfortune.

The old Taoist pulled Xiao Ji up, pointed to an unused house in the view, and said, "Go and clean it up, and you will live there from now on."

Xiaoji hugged her pile of torn quilts and bounced inside.

Seeing that everything was well arranged, the village head went down the mountain contentedly with a hare sent by the old Taoist.

"Master, what are you doing with this bucket of dark water?" Xiaoji couldn't help asking.

Ever since the village head left, the old Taoist has been busy. He put the medicinal materials collected from the mountain into a big iron pot, and boiled it for a whole morning until Xiaoji cleaned the house where the rats nested. clean.

"Jump into the bucket and take a good bath." The old Taoist said to Xiaoji after pouring the soup made from medicinal materials into a wooden bucket.

Looking at the black bucket of soup, Xiaoji reluctantly climbed in.As soon as he went in, he felt a little hot, and immediately wanted to climb out, but the old man held his head down, and he couldn't move no matter what.

Under the stimulation of the hot soup, Xiaoji's tender skin began to turn red quickly, and finally turned purple.

Xiaoji cried aggrievedly: "Wow, Master, it hurts so much."

The old man didn't pay any attention to it, and kept holding his head firmly, allowing Xiaoji to cry and cry.

The temperature of the soup dropped slowly, but the pain in Xiaoji's whole body increased rapidly.The medicinal materials in the soup slowly infiltrated along the open capillaries on the skin, and the skin on every part of the body felt hot, itchy, and numb. . . . . .The five flavors are mixed, and all kinds of tastes come to my heart.Especially the small nipples, that is the most fragile skin and the most sensitive nerves in the whole body, Xiao Ji felt as if the entire genitals no longer existed, sweat and tears dripping down the face quickly into the soup.Suddenly Xiaoji's cries stopped, and he fainted.

The old man was not in a hurry, as if everything was in his expectation.He took a deep breath, and a wave of true energy was gently injected into his body along the hand holding Xiaoji's head.

After a while, Xiaoji slowly opened his eyes.

"Master, isn't it enough? Are you trying to play me to death?" Xiaoji said weakly, as if he hadn't eaten for ten days and a half months.At this moment, there was a slight smile on his face.

The old Taoist saw it in his eyes, his face was expressionless, but he was secretly surprised: this little guy is not simple, he is still in the mood to make a joke at this time.But when it is the first time to accept such a test, few people can still laugh.

I don't know how long it took, when the water in the barrel was no longer warm, the old man picked him up and left the barrel and put him on the bed.

"Stinky boy, you can ask for more blessings."

Xiaoji started a life like this once a day.