Records of Beating Workers Forced to Save the World

"My lord, I see that your heavenly court is full and your earthly pavilion is a good material for cultivating immortals. Do you want to come with me..."

With a bang, Chen Sanming closed the wooden door in front of his yard.

"It's this bun again, why does it keep coming to me..."

Chen Sanming was tired of this liar who knocked on his door every day, and he didn't know what was wrong with him, so he insisted on letting him practice with him.

He scratched his hair that was as messy as a grass nest. Today is the day when the school rests, and when the students rest at home, he can not pretend to be a humble teacher for a day, but can be himself for a day. The bun is as messy as a chicken nest, and the eye sockets Black and blue, eyes full of exhaustion from being beaten by life.

"Who is knocking on the door?" At this time, the mother's question came from the main hall. She was always restless, and today she was spinning in the hall again.

"...I came to ask for directions." Chen Sanming lied casually, trying to skip this topic.

"Didn't you invite someone in for tea?" Mother's voice was still loud, and the cloth under her hand was also bright in color, fresh and bright yellow.

"I'll leave after asking." Chen Sanming covered his face with his hands, trying to wipe off the dispirited look on his face, "Mother, what are you doing?"

Chen Sanming's mother, Miao Cuicui, pointed to the cloth on the loom: "I have woven a new piece of cloth, and I will make a new set of clothes for you in a few days, and a new set of clothes for me."

"Mother... This color is too bright, it doesn't suit me."

"What's the matter?" Miao Cuicui looked at the cloth and liked it no matter how she looked at it, "I just like this color."

"...Then you wear it yourself, don't need to make it for me," Chen Sanming walked out of the lobby, "You are busy, what do you want to eat later, I will make something for you."

"How can I do that? I always make it for myself. What do you wear?" Miao Cuicui still insisted. She has suffered these days and is very satisfied with her life now. She has no big ambitions. She can wear warm clothes and eat Can eat enough, as for Chen Sanming, that is her child, even if he is a wife, he is also the most powerful teacher in the whole city, "You can do it, mother loves to eat."

"Okay...but don't make the clothes for me, I can't wear this color," Chen Sanming stretched out his hand and yawned, then rubbed his eyes, apparently still not awake, "Let's go."

"Go and wash your face, refresh yourself," Miao Cuicui looked at Chen Sanming's appearance, she couldn't stand it anymore, "comb your hair well too."

"Okay, okay..." Chen Sanming nodded perfunctorily, turned around and left the lobby, and went into the kitchen rubbing his messy hair.

"Wash first!"

The mother's words were still following, Chen Sanming took a deep breath: "Got it!"

I had no choice but to resign myself to fetching water and wash first.

When Chen Sanming returned to the lobby with the meal, Miao Cuicui was still busy at the loom.

"Mom, it's time to eat."

"Okay." Miao Cuicui got off the loom, walked to the dining table with a smile, and put a blue dress beside Chen Sanming like a treasure. The stitches of the clothes are fine, and it fits very well if you think about it, "Mother, here you are." Made new clothes, try them on after dinner."

Looking at the clothes, Chen Sanming knew that his mother was teasing him again just now, but he was still very happy to receive the new clothes: "Thank you mother, mother's craftsmanship is really good."

Seeing that Chen Sanming was happy, Miao Cuicui smiled proudly: "I don't even know whose mother it is."

"No one is better than my mother."

"Of course, no one is better than your mother."

Miao Cuicui knew that Chen Sanming was depressed, but she didn't know how to comfort her.

The world is suffering, the war broke out again a month ago, and the border is in chaos. I don't know when Chen Sanming will also go to the battlefield. Out of selfishness, she doesn't want Chen Sanming to go to the battlefield.

The meal was going on happily amidst the mutual flattery of mother and son. At that time, Chen Sanming was 23 years old and Miao Cuicui was 40 years old. To be a lot older.

After dinner, Chen Sanming returned to his bedroom, and Miao Cuicui returned to the loom.

After Chen Sanming resigned and returned home, he always felt an unknown fire in his heart. He wanted to vomit but couldn't vomit it out. A book, hastily flipped through two pages, but couldn't read it anymore, just twisted and twisted on the chair, finally covered the book on his face, and simply fell asleep.

When he woke up, the sun had completely set, and Chen Sanming, who had nothing to do, couldn't get rid of his anger, so he simply took out the piano, sat in the study, and began to play his fingers on the piano.

A burst of music poured out with the flick of the fingertips.

No one knows the pain in my heart, no one understands my heart.

The more he played, the more depressed he became. The more he played, the more he felt that this world was like a spider web, which entangled him tightly, and it became tighter and tighter, making it difficult to break free, until he cut off his breath.

Forget it, he is just a commoner, and he shouldn't be involved in the game between big shots. He is just an ant on the table. It is an ant that strayed into it, not even a dish, as long as he stretches out his hand and lightly moves his fingertips, his ambition and his life will be annihilated under this finger, and there will be no trace at all. Leave.

The more he played, the more angry he became, and he said to his mother, instead of hiding here and complaining about himself, he might as well go to the army tomorrow, at least he can go to battle and kill the enemy, if he can kill one, it is one.

Just when he was feeling extremely depressed, he suddenly heard the sound of a flute coming from outside the window.

"who is it……"

For some reason, he actually felt that he had heard this flute sound somewhere before, and that flute sound matched his piano sound, as if he could understand the distress in his heart.

Chen Sanming heard that the sound of the flute seemed to have comforting intentions, he was shocked, pushed the piano away, and rushed out of the door almost scrambling, but the sound of the flute stopped abruptly at this moment.

Chen Sanming squinted his eyes and looked at the eaves. He clearly heard the voice coming from the roof, but when he looked up, there was no one on the roof.

"...Damn it..."

In the evening of the second day, Chen Sanming was cooking in the kitchen, when the door was knocked as usual, Chen Sanming clicked his tongue, and knew who was outside without even opening the door.

He didn't want to open the door anymore, this liar was really endless, so he planned not to open it all the time, and just left him alone, and he felt that he was not interested, so he probably left.

"Who is knocking on the door all the time..."

But if Chen Sanming didn't open it, it didn't mean that Miao Cuicui wouldn't open it. Hearing the constant knocking on the door, she got up from the loom and went to open the door.

"...Mom, don't open it!"

It's just that Chen Sanming shouted this sentence too late, Miao Cuicui's hand was too fast, almost as soon as Chen Sanming finished speaking, Miao Cuicui opened the door.

"Xianchang?"

Miao Cuicui was very pleasantly surprised to see Xu Wanyuan again. The fairy elder's prediction was indeed correct, and her son really became the number one scholar. It's just that his official luck was not so smooth, but that's because she didn't ask if it was right.

"The Immortal Chief is here to pick my son up the mountain?" Miao Cuicui hurriedly welcomed Xu Wanyuan into the door, "Sanming, make two more dishes!"

"...Okay." Chen Sanming had no right to speak in front of his mother, so he could only cook two more dishes before his mother called him by his full name.

"No, no, no need to bother me if I'm going to Bigu." Xu Wanyuan didn't want to have a meal here, "How are you doing recently?"

"Eat enough, dress warmly, and get some peace, all of which are the blessings of your immortal elder," Miao Cuicui led Xu Wanyuan into the lobby all the way, led him to the main seat, and sat down in the lower seat , "Xianchang, when you are leaving this time, take my son with you. Now that the army is in turmoil, he may be arrested and join the army in a few days. I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on to his small body."

Xu Wanyuan struggled a few times but Miao Cuicui insisted on pressing him on the main seat, he didn't dare to use any force to move, he could only let her go if he couldn't break free.

Miao Cuicui's worries were not unreasonable. Chen Sanming was already thin, and these days when he resigned and came back, he was depressed every day, and he couldn't eat a few meals. After two months, he had lost much flesh and became even more emaciated.

She saw the pain in her eyes and her heart, but she still didn't dare to persuade him, for fear that if she said it, it would arouse his sadness again, and don't commit suicide in the end.

Xu Wanyuan nodded, but did not speak. He shifted his eyes to the outside of the door. At this time, Chen Sanming walked into the lobby with the food, and his eyes met Xu Wanyuan's. Whether to move it or not, Chen Sanming's face was flushed.

This liar was talking nonsense when he opened the door, but he pretended to be like that when he came to his mother's place, and he couldn't turn his mother around in his own defense. It's really abominable.

"Come, come, and taste my son's handicraft."

Miao Cuicui is very proud whenever Chen Sanming is mentioned, even if Chen Sanming is not the number one scholar, nor is he a teacher who teaches, but just a farmer or a cook, Miao Cuicui feels that the crops grown by her children are the sweetest , the cooking is the best.

"Mother..." Chen Sanming was very helpless, but he still couldn't say anything.

The three of them sat down at the table, and Miao Cuicui was promoting her son almost non-stop. At one time, she said that Chen Sanming's talent and character were outstanding in all places, and at another time, she said that her son could cook and play the piano. , is also very filial to her.

In short, in her eyes, Chen Sanming did not have any shortcomings. Chen Sanming, who was on the side, was blushing and scratching his cheeks. She knew it was a monk who had come to her family, but she didn't know that she thought a matchmaker had come to her family.

Chen Sanming lowered his head and picked up the meal. He rejected this person five or six times, and now he is eating at the same table. In Chen Sanming's opinion, this may be the most difficult moment in his life. His face was completely buried in the rice, if there was a seam in the ground at this time, he would try his best to hide himself in it.

Mother, please stop talking...

"What do you think of my son, Immortal? Why don't you take it away today?"

"Ahem..." Chen Sanming almost choked himself to meet Hades on the spot, he raised his head to look at his mother in disbelief.

Mother, how long have you known this person, is this going to drive me out of the house? !

Xu Wanyuan was still sitting on the chair, and he just took a few symbolic mouthfuls of each dish on the table: "That still depends on Mr. Ling's intentions. I just heard Mrs. Cai say that Mr. Ling can play the piano?"

When Miao Cuicui heard Xu Wanyuan talk about Chen Sanming playing the piano, she immediately became interested: "My son learned the piano at the age of three, and he has achieved a small success in ten years..."

"mother……"

Mom, you can shut up...

"Mother is talking to the head fairy, don't interrupt."

"……Yes."

It was rare for Xu Wanyuan to have a smile on the corner of his mouth. This was really interesting for the mother and son, and it also made Xu Wanyuan feel the long-lost family affection, and his mood became much happier.

"I also know a little bit about rhythm, why don't you and I play a piece together?" Xu Wanyuan turned his head to look at Chen Sanming, Chen Sanming was taken aback, and for some reason suddenly thought of the flute player from last night.

He wanted to know if this person was the piper last night, so he agreed.

Miao Cuicui was also very happy to see that the two of them could chat for a while: "Son, have you finished eating, how about now?"

"Hmm..." Chen Sanming wanted to say that he wasn't full yet, but seeing his mother so happy, he didn't open his mouth, "...OK."

It was Xu Wanyuan who gently stopped Miao Cuicui: "Ma'am, don't be in a hurry."

Only then did Miao Cuicui focus on Chen Sanming, and it was only then that she realized that he hadn't finished eating at all: "Oh, look at my brain, you eat so well, mother just got a little impatient."

Chen Sanming knew why Miao Cuicui was so impatient. If this person was really a monk, then he was also anxious, but this person knocked on his house for five or six days. No matter how you looked at it, he looked like a liar. so believe...

"Mother..." This man is really a liar.

"Shut up." Seeing Chen Sanming's expression, Miao Cuicui vaguely guessed something. It seems that the person who knocked on the door a few days ago was also a fairy elder, but they were all blocked by her own stupid son. When Miao Cuicui thought of this place, she was afraid for a while, if the fairy leader would not come... then what would Chen Sanming do...

"Do you know that it was this fairy who calculated your destiny to be the champion in the future?"

After Chen Sanming heard this sentence, he looked at Xu Wanyuan in disbelief. This person looked only seventeen or eighteen, and he was twenty-three this year. How could he figure it out...

"The Immortal Chief hasn't changed at all in these years, he's still the same..." Miao Cuicui looked at Xu Wanyuan's round face, and thought for a long time for his words, "Still so young."

Chen Sanming looked at Xu Wanyuan in a daze, and then at his mother, wanting to get an affirmative answer from Miao Cuicui. When Miao Cuicui saw Chen Sanming's stupid look, she became furious, why couldn't she just look at him? Be smart, what if the Immortal Elder doesn't want this idiot!
"hiss!"

Miao Cuicui hissed, and Chen Sanming immediately closed his mouth as if he had heard some order, and sat up straight.

At this time, Chen Sanming didn't have the idea of ​​continuing to eat. He only wanted to make sure that the flute player last night was really this person.

Under the leadership of Chen Sanming, Xu Wanyuan took the piano and walked all the way to the jujube tree that had grown for more than 20 years in the courtyard.

The tree was planted when his father was still alive to celebrate his birth. His father and mother had been neighbors since they were young. There has been little peace at the border for many years. Anyone with a male in these families will not escape the fate of going to the battlefield.

It even developed to the point where some people were afraid that after giving birth to a boy in his teens, he would die on the battlefield and be unable to farm for the family when he was about to serve the family, and the boy would be abandoned and only the girl would be left behind.

Girls are still weaker than boys, but weaker is better than no one to work. Years of wars have brought about increasing taxes. Without labor in the family, no matter whether it is beheaded or starved to death, it is impossible to survive.

There were only two kinds of people who could be exempted from military service at that time. One was to be a scholar before the age of 15, and the other was to go to the fairy mountains to seek the way of longevity.

The disciples of the Immortal Sect are not considered as mortals the moment they set foot on the immortal journey. The difference in strength between monks and mortals is too great, so they must not interfere in human affairs, otherwise Heaven will punish them severely.

This was the case with his father, who was forcibly dragged to the battlefield before he was born.

Within a year, the mother received the sad news of her father's death in battle. At that time, her child was just born. After crying all night, she wiped away her tears in the early morning. To support this family, her children must be kept alive.

Because of the war, because of the incompetence of the court, countless people's lives were filled at the border, and it was difficult to see men in the whole country. He just wanted these mothers not to lose their children, so that their children would not lose their fathers. Selfish desires ruin your own life!

Chen Sanming set up the piano on the stone table under the jujube tree, plucked the strings lightly, and made a gesture of invitation to Xu Wanyuan.

With a smile on the corner of Xu Wanyuan's mouth, under Chen Sanming's increasingly horrified eyes, he took out the bamboo flute made for him by his master: "Please."

He didn't care how Chen Sanming reacted, and blew the bamboo flute by himself.

I know you are depressed.

Chen Sanming played the piano in response: No, you don't know.

Xu Wanyuan followed Chen Sanming's piano sound, followed by a burst of flute sound: I would like to be with you.

The movement of Chen Sanming's hands stopped: "...why."

Xu Wanyuan just smiled and said: "You and I are bosom friends, you and I are destined."

I will repay my confidant all my life, some people know the meaning of my voice, some people know the depression in my heart, know that there is no hope for me to serve the country, and know that even tens of thousands of people shed blood will not bring me peace.

Forget it, tired...

Chen Sanming plucked the strings casually, and smiled wryly twice. The more he played the piano, the more intense the sound became, and the laughter became louder and louder until it completely overwhelmed the sound of the piano.

There were sobs in that laughter, and with a smile, big drops of tears flowed out of his eyes uncontrollably.

Crying and laughing, there is no expression to express his current mood, there is no way to serve the country, there is no hope for the family and the country, and at this time of frustration, I, Chen Sanming, actually met my confidant at this time!

Unwilling, complaining, and frustrated, in his early twenties, he seemed to be drained of vitality, living like a walking dead.

It would have been nice to have met earlier, earlier, I was still high-spirited, not like now, full of despair.

Not the time...

Xu Wanyuan silently took out two jars of wine from his sleeves and handed one to Chen Sanming.

Chen Sanming raised his head, slowly caught the wine, raised his head and took a big gulp: "Ah, good wine!"

Xu Wanyuan also took a big sip: "The beauty of the moon is beautiful, accompanied by fine wine, why not enjoy the moon and drink, it's a happy life!"

"it is good!"

Chen Sanming felt that he was in a comfortable mood that he had never experienced in the past two months, and he took another big sip: "If you don't get drunk, you won't return!"

"Don't get drunk, don't go home!"