After seeing the Yungang Grottoes, we broke up. Swallow went to the city, and Bingliuzi and I walked towards the direction leading to the courtyard.

On the way back to the courtyard, Bingliuzi was very excited. He said that according to this process, he would have sex with Yanzi within a month. As long as he had sex with Yanzi and had a big stomach, the swallow would pester him tightly and ask to marry him.

I said, "You are a homeless man, and the swallow is rich, how could you marry you?"

Bingliuzi said: "You and a woman have never slept. What do you know? As long as a woman has the first time, she will fall in love with you; as long as she is pregnant with your seed, she will cry and shout to marry you."

I said disapprovingly: "How great is the swallow, why would he marry you?"

Bingliuzi said: "As long as you make her comfortable, you are a pauper and she will follow you to live in a shack."

I was very dissatisfied and said, "Brave you."

Bingliuzi said proudly: "You wait and see."

I was really worried that the swallow would go to his bed. The swallow was so beautiful and noble. If he was with Bingliuzi, it would be like roses stuck in cow dung. I was full of jealousy, but I could not do anything. I would not have any advantage in competing with Bingliuzi.

We walked along the bluestone steps towards the courtyard and saw the ochre-black tiles on the roof from afar. The sky was covered with dark clouds and birds were flying, and it seemed that it was about to rain. We accelerated our pace.

Suddenly, I saw a man in a tree pit on the side of the road. He curled up into shrimps, rubbing his stomach, and yelling.

I asked, "What's wrong with you?"

He looked up and I saw his face full of beard and old clothes, as if he was a beggar.

He said: "I had an angina attack."

I wanted to help him up, Bingliuzi said, "Let's go, don't worry about other people's business."

I didn't leave, and I asked him, "Can you stand up?"

He stood up slowly, looked at me and said, "Is there any hot water? Just let me drink some hot water."

I said, "We have hot water in our yard, please follow me to the yard."

Bingliuzi was urging again: "He is dirty, why are you taking him back? Go quickly, it's going to rain."

With a thunderous sound in the air, the bean-sized raindrops fell down and hit my back. I couldn't help but tremble several times. Seeing that it was raining, I ran towards the yard on my own. I supported the beggar and walked towards the yard step by step.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and later it turned into a downpour. The rain flowed down from the mountain like a stream. As soon as I slipped under my feet, I rolled down with the beggar's bone. Thanks to a slanted root that stuck us out.

The beggar said, "It's too heavy, you go, don't worry about me."

I said, "It doesn't matter, the courtyard is coming soon."

The beggar said, "My stomach hurts so I can't walk anymore."

I said, "In the wilderness, there is nowhere to shelter from the rain. I will carry you on my back."

I walked up step by step with the beggar on my back. Fortunately, the beggar's body was lighter and I could walk steadily. When I walked into the courtyard, I was already weak and almost fell down. At this time, Bingliuzi was sitting on the threshold, looking leisurely at the rain like a waterfall under the eaves.

We returned to the room and twisted the rain from the clothes. Bingliuzi looked at me, and he sarcastically sarcastically without hesitation: "I really can't tell that you are still a good disciple of Confucius."

I said, "What should he do if he is alone outside because of such heavy rain? He is sick again."

Bingliuzi stopped talking, and he returned to the threshold board with anger and continued to watch the rain.

That night, the rain kept falling, and the world was dim, and only the sound of heavy rain falling to the ground could be heard.

The beggar couldn't go out, so he slept on the same bed with me and covered the same quilt. It was almost autumn at that time, and the nights of northern Shanxi were so cool.

We sleep on our feet to feet. Northerners call this way of sleeping. The quilt was originally a single quilt. The beggar wrapped the quilt around himself and snored. He slept soundly. I pulled it, but couldn't move, so I could only wear clothes to resist the coldness of the night.

In the middle of the night, the beggar woke up and wanted to drink water. I wanted to have an attack, but when I saw that he was an old man, I got out of bed and went to the kitchen, poured a bowl of water from the clay pot, and brought it to him. At that time, people in many places in the north had not used electric kettles, so people poured boiling water into the clay pot, and the clay pot was wrapped with a layer of cotton to keep it warm.

After drinking water, the beggar fell asleep. Because of the cold, I was sleepy and leaned against the wall with my clothes. I didn't know how long it took, but the beggar shouted again to pee and asked me for a piss.

Every country farmer has a piping pot, but people of our age never use it. When they wake up from urine at night, they go out to pee. The night breeze is blowing, the stars are everywhere, and the moon is bright. It is so enjoyable to piss in such an environment. When I heard the beggar ask for a piping pot, I said angrily: "Go to pee outside the door."

The beggar said, "I'm afraid of the cold."

I wanted to have an attack, but finally thought about it and said, forget it, he is an old man after all and is in poor health, so I will bring him the urine syringe.

I got out of bed and put on my shoes. When I heard the ice sliver on the other bed woke up, he muttered dissatisfiedly: "Accident!"

Forget it, I won’t say anything. Since I’m in this case, I’ll finish it and start and end well. I walked out of the room and saw a few stars in the dark sky, and the heavy rain stopped.

I think it's clear that he will definitely leave at dawn.

However, I was still wrong. After dawn, the sun shone brightly and the cloudless, and the beggar still stayed and did not leave.

Not only did he not leave, he also watched us train with joy.

That day, we trained the kite to turn over, lying on the eaves of the house, and jumping onto the roof. Ice Little was agile. He lay on the eaves and hung his body in the air. When he turned around, he went up to the roof and rode on the eaves. His whole movement was stretched and generous, and he was done in one go. When I turned around, my toes hooked on the eaves, and I let go, and fell to the ground with a slap.

The beggar clapped his hands and said, "It's good to fall, it's good to fall."

I sucked him hard and continued to practice the kite rolling over. This time, I did not let go, but my toes did not hook the eaves. The weight of my body rushed away the hands that were holding each other, and fell to the ground with a loud bang.

The beggar did not clap his hands this time, and he said dissatisfiedly: "This time it didn't fall just now."

I angrily got up from the ground and drove away the beggar: "Let's go, go aside."

The beggar said, "You look through yours, I see mine, but nothing is wrong with you."

I said, "It's all you are making fun of, which will affect my practice."

The beggar said: "Hehe, I can't give birth to a baby, and it's strange that the kang is uneven."

That day, the beggar left after lunch. I don’t know where he went.

Since then, I haven't seen the beggar again for a long time.

I always think this beggar is very mysterious. I once asked Yan Zi. Yan Zi couldn't say that she was Chou Yin Mao. Bing Liu Zi said, "Isn't it just an old beggar who eats and drinks, and she is shameless and has more people like this."

But I always feel that things are not as simple as that.

I train hard every day, and gradually feel that I am as light as a swallow. It is no longer a problem for the kite to turn over. I ran a few steps tightly on the wall and climbed the bricks. If the wall is higher, I would leap up the wall like a pole vault.

However, my skills are still not as good as Bingliuzi. Bingliuzi has the foundation laid since childhood, and I became a monk halfway through the journey. I feel that no matter how hard I try, I can't surpass him.

The relationship between Bingliuzi and Yanzi is increasing day by day. One day, I saw them sitting together with hands, and my heart is filled with infinite envy and jealousy.

In front of Bingliuzi, I feel very inferior.

As winter comes, northern Shanxi begins to become cold, the branches that fall all the leaves are as beautiful as deer antlers, and the sunlight begins to become softer.

One day, Old Man Zhong asked me to go out to buy vegetables. At this time, there were actually no vegetables in northern Jin Dynasty, just vegetables that could be stored in winter.

I carried the vegetable basket and came to a market at the foot of the mountain. I looked down at the piles of cabbage. When I looked up, I suddenly saw a person in the distance smiling at me. He was wearing a black coarse cotton coat and trousers and a beard.

He is the old beggar.

I walked over and asked the old beggar: "Why are you here?"

The old beggar said, "Why can't I be here?"

I explained, "No, I mean, how could you be here?"

The old beggar smiled and said, "Of course I will be here."

I really couldn't figure out what the old beggar was. He suddenly came and disappeared. The dragon saw its head but ended up, and his body was full of mystery. He did not show up for a whole autumn, and in this early winter season, he suddenly appeared in this crowded market.

The old beggar asked, "How have you practiced?"

I said, "It's pretty good."

The old beggar asked again: "How about you compared to your companion?"

I said, "About him."

The old beggar smiled and said, "You are lying to me for this trick. No matter which one you are, you can't compare to him; others have a partner, and you are so envious that you saliva three feet long. Is that true?"

My face was so embarrassed that he was right. No matter where I was, I was not as good as Bingliuzi. When I saw Bingliuzi's partner, I was both envious and jealous. But how did he know about these things? He called his eyes not eyes, but Zhaozi. Zhaozi is a slander. Since he could speak slander, he was a person in the world, so which school he belonged to?

The old beggar asked, "Do you want to surpass him?"

I said, "I want to."

The old beggar said, "Do you want me to teach you a solution?"
Chapter completed!