Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Childhood Talent

Little A Bing had an extraordinary talent for music when he was a child. The sound of his huqin disturbed the neighbors, and people came to find him after hearing the sound. Unexpectedly, it was the six-year-old A Bing who played the violin... The old Taoist asked about the origins of Hua Qing and A Bing, Hua Qinghe knelt down to tell the truth to the master, the Taoist was deeply moved, and finally agreed to accept the little A Bing as a Taoist... In the morning, Taihu Lake looks very spectacular under the shining golden waves of the rising sun.The six-year-old little A Bing followed his uncle and cousin Hua Bo to go fishing in Yanghu Lake.Sitting on the boat, twelve-year-old Hua Boyang played the flute, and the sound of the flute echoed on the lake.

The cheerful sound of the flute attracted countless egrets to fly and land on the lake, flapping their wings and quacking, as if singing in harmony with the flute. Little A Bing listened intently. Little A Bing is also playing the flute. He is clever and imitative. Although he is not as good as his cousin, he is still very good. Little Bing listened blankly to his brother playing for a while, and said, "Brother, you play so well, brother, please teach me?" The cousin said: "I am not as good at playing the erhu as my uncle. He plays the erhu well. When my uncle comes, let him teach you."

"Which uncle? When will you come?" The uncle who was swaying the oar turned his head and said: "I will come, little A Bing, let's learn from my brother first!" Little A Bing watched his uncle cast the fishing net. He rested his chin on his hands and thought about what kind of uncle he was, and how well he could play the erhu. He really wanted to see that uncle right away... Just thinking about it, I saw my uncle pulling the net onto the boat, ah!Little A Bing cheered, and many fish were jumping in the net. Uncle poured the fish into the bucket and cast the net into the lake again.

The sun was at the top, and the fish were almost finished. The small fishing boat started to return, and the uncle said, "A Bing, you must be hungry. Let's go home for dinner." "Hey." After walking for a while, suddenly there was a beautiful and moving huqin sound from the boat behind. A Bing turned his head quickly and saw five or six Taoist priests sitting in a boat, and one of them was playing the huqin. His brother shouted: "Uncle, you are here!" !" It turned out that the uncle was him, and little A Bing also called out: "Uncle, you play so well, can you teach me?"

The boat behind caught up, and Hua Qinghe jumped onto his brother's boat and said, "Brother, little A Bing has grown so big." "Ok." "Uncle, your huqin is so good, I want to play it too." Hua Qinghe knelt down, looked at little A Bing's face, and couldn't help crying when he thought that A Bing, who was still in his arms, had left him... "Uncle, why are you crying?" Little A Bing asked. "I'm not your uncle, I'm..." "Qinghe!" Hua Qinghe's elder brother shouted sternly. Hearing his brother's stern shout, Hua Qinghe finally restrained himself, stood up and said, "Okay, uncle...uncle...uncle will definitely teach you..."

"Uncle, I want to hear you play the huqin." Little A Bing said. "Uncle, I want to hear it too." Hua Boyang also shouted. "Okay, uncle will tell you." Hua Qinghe picked up the erhu, and the moving sound of the piano echoed on the lake, and little A Bing listened ecstatically... When they arrived at the shore, Hua Qing and the Taoist priests who came with him went to do the fasting ceremony. Little A Bing clamored to go with Hua Qing, but was stopped by his uncle.Uncle said: "A Bing, don't make trouble, go home and have dinner. After dinner, ask your brother to take you there."

During lunch, Ah Bing disappeared, Hua Boyang's mother asked, "Where is Ah Bing?" Hua Boyang said: "The one who entered the house together, why disappeared?" "He must have gone to the temple fair. I'll go find him." Hua Qingping said. From afar, he saw little A Bing standing in the paddock and listening to the Taoist priests play blankly. He walked over to hold the little A Bing's hand and said, "A Bing, let's go home and have dinner, and come back to listen after dinner." "No, I don't eat, I want to listen to my uncle playing the huqin."

"Good boy, be obedient and come back after dinner." Little A Bing was dragged home by his uncle. As soon as he entered the door, the aunt said: "A Bing, you are not hungry, eat quickly." She handed the bowl full of food to the little A Bing. Little A Bing ate voraciously. After eating, little A Bing ran out, he was going to listen to the Taoist priests play, but when he arrived at the paddock, the fasting ceremony was over, and the Taoist priests also left.Little A Bing chased him to the lake, and when he saw the boat had left, he cried and shouted: "Uncle...wait for me, I want to go with you, I want to listen to you play the huqin, uncle..."

Hua Qinghe, who was standing on the boat, burst into tears when he heard this. When the uncle came, he grabbed little A Bing and said, "A Bing, let's go home!" "No, I'm looking for my uncle." After hearing this, Hua Qingping sighed deeply. One day, during dinner, little A Bing disappeared. Hua Qingping's daughter-in-law said anxiously, "Where did A Bing go, go find him!" Hua Qingping found the lake, and saw little A Bing standing on the lake in a daze. "A Bing, why are you here alone, hurry home and have dinner." "Uncle, I have to wait for uncle, why doesn't uncle come anymore?"

"Go, go home, your uncle will be back in a few days." "Uncle, I want to learn how to play the erhu from my uncle." "Okay, when uncle comes, let him teach you. Let's go home." Hua Qingping dragged little A Bing back home. From then on, little A Bing developed a keen interest in playing the erhu, and clings to his uncle's erhu every day. That night, Hua Qingping saw little A Bing playing the erhu under a soybean oil lamp. He was shocked to see the six-year-old little A Bing so obsessed with huqin from the door. He couldn't believe that the sound of the piano was made by a six-year-old child, so he went to little A Bing and said, "A Bing, do you really like music?"

"Yes, Uncle, I like playing the flute, the pipa, and especially the huqin." Hua Qingping was very excited when he heard that, he pulled little A Bing's hand over, and seeing that his fingers were swollen, he was very moved, so he decided to go to Hua Qinghe and ask him to train little A Bing, so he said: "A Bing, It's late at night, go to sleep, you like music so much, Uncle must find a way to find someone to teach you, you go to bed first." One evening, little A Bing was sitting on the stone inside the bamboo wall and playing the huqin. "Who played the huqin, it sounds so good?" "Maybe it's Huaqinghe!" When people heard the sound, they were shocked when they found that the player who played the violin was only six-year-old A Bing. "Ah! This boy is a child prodigy." "It can't be buried." Xiao Bing's uncle Qingping also came out after hearing the sound. "This child cannot be buried." Hua Qingping was silent after listening... In the evening, Hua Qingping said to his wife: "This kid, A Bing, is talented, we can't let him be buried." The daughter-in-law who had already laid down said, "Then what should I do?" "I think it's better to send him to Qinghe and let him train." "Then how? Can the Taoist temple take in illegitimate children?" Hua Qingping said: "Let him be taken in under the name of Master." "Then we have to discuss it with Qinghe. It is best to let Bo Yang go with A Bing, so that the goal will be smaller." "Good way, I'll go to Qinghe tomorrow." Hua Qingping went to Chong'an Temple to find Qinghe, and the two brothers discussed secretly together. "Brother, I have also discovered A Bing's talent, and I want to take him in too. How do you pass the level of the Taoist priest?" "You just say that I entrusted you to train it, and let Boyang come for a while, can't the two brothers call you master?" "Okay, then I will go and talk to the Taoist priest tomorrow." In the evening, Hua Qinghe went to find the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest was reading scriptures under the lamp. When he saw Hua Qinghe coming, he put down the book and asked, "Qinghe, what's the matter?" "Master, I want to talk to you about something." "What's up?" "My brother adopted an orphan who was only six years old. His name was A Bing, and he was very talented in music. I wanted to teach him a musical instrument and inherit our Taoist music in the future. My brother's son Hua Boyang also likes to play the piano, so let them come together. Bar." The Taoist priest is a very kind person. He heard that A Bing was an orphan, and remembering that he was also an orphan, he asked: "Didn't it mean that when we went to Xiaosi Village last time, we just listened to our performance all day long, and didn't want to listen to it?" The kid who went back to eat?" "Yes, that's the kid who chased us to the boat and didn't want to go back." The Taoist priest thought for a while and said: "Okay, then let them come, just where do they live?" "Just live with me!" The Taoist priest thought for a while and said, "Okay, let them come." The boat carried little A Bing and his cousin Hua Boyang, and his uncle rowed the oar from the small river to the side of the canal, where Hua Qinghe's boat was already waiting there. "Uncle, uncle." Little A Bing called and waved happily when he saw Hua Qinghe. Hua Qingping pointed to Hua Qinghe and said to A Bing and Bo Yang: "A Bing, Bo Yang, he will be your music master from now on, you should call him your master, you understand?" "understood." "Okay, brother, you can go back!" Hua Qinghe said. "Then I'll go back, you two must listen to Master." "Hey." The Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, which runs through Wuxi for eighty miles, is displayed in front of A Bing... There are houses on both sides of the river, stone steps stretching out to the river, women washing yarn, washing clothes, washing rice... It is full of life. The boats in the river are busy, and the black-covered boats transporting silkworms, tea, and silk come and go. Little A Bing stood on the bow of the boat and looked ahead. He only felt happy. Of course he didn't know that from now on, he would walk towards life and art from here... Little A Bing and his cousin Hua Boyang followed Hua Qinghe into Chong'an Temple, and met two Taoist priests, Hua Qinghe hurriedly said to the two children: "Quickly call Master!" The children shouted: "Master is good!" .” "well!" Qinghe took them to meet the old Taoist priest again. The old Taoist priest was telling the Taoist priests when he saw little A Bing and Hua Boyang coming. Hua Qinghe said that he would salute the Taoist priest quickly, and the two children hurriedly saluted the old Taoist priest. : "Hello, Daoist." "Ah, here we come... let's rest first." Hua Qinghe and the three of them came to the two old tile-roofed houses not far from the Sanqing Hall in the temple. Hua Qinghe said, "This is your home. Come, drink some water first, and then go wash your clothes. Taoist life is very Poverty, you have to understand that you are here to learn art, not to enjoy happiness, do you remember?" The two children hurriedly said, "Remember." Hua Qinghe's residence was indeed very simple, with nothing but a wooden bed, a table, a few stools, and a few Taoist books. At this time, the old Taoist priest and two Taoist priests brought them a wooden bed and quilts. The old Taoist priest said: "Let the two children sleep together!" Hua Qinghe hurriedly said, "Thank you, Taoist priest." Everyone helped them set up the bed, and Hua Qinghe went to buy a pot. From then on, little A Bing lived in Chong'an Temple. Outside Chong'an Temple is a bustling market, with performers, players playing and singing, and sellers of snacks, especially those who play and sing, which had a great influence on little A Bing. The next morning, little A Bing and Hua Boyang took a good look at the Hall of Sanqing.There was a bronze tripod in front of the hall, and on the white marble vajra platform in the hall, there were three gods enshrined. Little A Bing asked Hua Qinghe, "Master, who are these three gods?" "The one holding the precious fan is Yuanshi Tianzun, and the one wearing the golden gossip robe is called Lingbao Tianzun." Hua Qinghe pointed to Tianzun wearing the nine-thunder crown and said, "This is Daode Tianzun." There are incense tables in front of the hall, with vases, censers and candlesticks on them. The holy fire flickers on the candlesticks, and the incense smoke is lingering on the censers. Lotus streamers hanging from the roof are gently fluttered by the breeze. Little A Bing was fascinated, as if he had come to a misty fairyland. At this time, the old Taoist priest came. He was wearing a cloud crane cassock and led everyone to start the morning recitation.I saw them knocking on the wooden fish and the copper chime, and they recited "The Supreme Lord" together with the old Taoist priest. He has to get up early every morning to go to the temple to chant scriptures with everyone. Little A Bing is most interested in playing with various musical instruments, playing the flute, pipa, and playing the erhu... He and his brother learn from everyone every day. Soon, his elder brother Hua Boyang was taken back by his uncle, and only little A Bing was left to chant scriptures and learn piano with Hua Qinghe. Little A Bing has since entered the Taoist music hall... It’s snowing, and large flakes of snow dragons are falling on the monastery. The ground is white and the wind is blowing. Little A Bing is still playing the piano. He especially likes a bamboo forest in the monastery. He often sits on the bamboo leaves. On the stone bench below, I played the erhu until my hands were frozen, and I continued to practice. The old Taoist priest saw that little A Bing's hands were frozen in the snow and was still playing the erhu. He walked over excitedly and put the frozen hands of the little A Bing in his chest, saying: "Hands are frozen." , can you still play the violin? Go, go back to the house." The old Taoist leader took little A Bing back to the house. The old Taoist asked little A Bing to sit by the brazier, warmed his little hands by the fire, rubbed his frozen hands, and said, "Poor boy, the handles are frozen. If they are frozen, you can't pull them." Qin. From now on, don’t practice outside when it’s cold, okay?” Little A Bing said: "Master Hua said, practice the three seasons in summer and the three nines in winter." "What a nice boy." Just as Hua Qinghe came in, the old Taoist priest said to him: "It's snowing, and A Bing is still playing the piano outside. I forced him in. You can see that his hands are frozen, and he said that he will practice Sanjiu in winter." Woolen cloth!" Hua Qinghe said: "If you can endure hardships when you are young, you will not be afraid when you grow up." "Then you can't freeze your body! I think this kid can practice, and I will teach him more in the future. Bring out a few more masters for our Taoist school." "Yeah." Hua Qinghe nodded and said, "Let's go, A Bing, let the Taoist chief rest." In Yan's mansion, Yan Zhuyue was playing the pipa under the window, Xiao Yun came in and said, "Miss, Taoist Hua asked me to tell you that Ah Bing has come to Chong'an Temple." "Ah, I'm going to see him." "Taoist Hua said that no one can see it. He wants you to go outside the wall of Chong'an Temple tomorrow afternoon." At night, Yan Zhuyue was so excited that she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. The child had been born for six years and had never seen each other. She didn't know where she was carried for a long time... The moonlight spilled into the room, shining on Yan Zhuyue's tearful face. Over the past six years, missing her child nearly broke her spirits. Whenever she saw a child of the same age, she would run over and hold the child's face, crying like tears. It was raining, and the parents of the child thought she was sick, so they hurriedly took the child away. The next day, outside the wall of Chong'an College, Yan Zhuyue finally saw the child she missed day and night. She hugged little A Bing's head and wept uncontrollably. Little A Bing looked at her inexplicably, Hua Qinghe whispered: "She likes to hear you play the huqin..." Fearing that someone might see it, Xiaoyun urged: "Miss, don't be too sad, be careful not to be seen, let's go!" Yan Zhuyue still hugged little A-Bing and cried, Hua Qinghe hurriedly took little A-Bing away.Yan Zhuyue watched little A Bing go away, weeping uncontrollably. All this was accidentally glimpsed by the old Taoist priest who came back from the outside. He stood behind the tree and witnessed all this in amazement, until Yan Zhuyue was dragged away by Xiao Yun. Master Yan called Yan Zhuyue into the hall, and said sharply: "You went to see the illegitimate child, didn't you? You swore to never see the child. Back then, it was for your mother's sake that I kept you. , now, what do you think we should do?" "Daddy, let me die!" Yan Zhuyue cried. "My father is not so cruel. My father is also a scholar. My father doesn't want you to die. It's just that if you continue like this, it will ruin the family tradition. So my father has already agreed a family for you..." "Daddy, why are you so cruel? If I don't marry, I won't die!" "Zhu'er, it's not that dad is cruel. Dad is just a daughter like you, can he not love you? You are getting older, how can you get married if you don't marry again? Don't tell me you will stay at home forever?" "Daddy, my daughter is willing to stay at home forever." "No!" Master Yan sternly said, "Even if dad agrees, the family and family rules won't allow it. Your second aunt has already arranged a family for you to do the sequel. Although this family is not a big family, they are in business. At least it can make you worry about food and clothing. Although the man is a bit older, he is honest and responsible..." "Father, I don't want to..." "Listen to what I have to say, your reputation is getting worse and worse, and your age is getting older day by day. It would be nice if they wanted you. What else do you choose?" "father……" "I know you still have that Taoist priest in your heart. It's absolutely impossible." Master Yan stood up and said, "I've made a decision on this matter, and I will send you there someday. You should prepare!" Master Yan said He stood up and walked towards the inner room. "Father, I will not die!" Master Yan stopped when he heard this, turned his head and said: "Zhuyue, I beg you, please don't threaten dad with death. Dad is getting old and can't bear it anymore. Dad is doing it for your own good. You can do it yourself. For you For the safety of that little evil debt, you should leave him as soon as possible!" Master Yan's last words stunned Yan Zhuyue for a moment, "Oh my God..." She fainted, Xiaoyun hurriedly helped Yan Zhuyue into the room, she fell down on the bed crying... For several days in a row, Yan Zhuyue sat blankly without eating, Xiaoyun came in with the meal and persuaded: "Miss, eat two bites, your body is important." Yan Zhuyue shook her head, Xiaoyun cried: "Miss, if you continue like this, you will ruin your body." One day, Master Yan called Xiaoyun and asked her to tell the young lady that they would come to pick him up tomorrow, so he asked the young lady to prepare, and Xiaoyun told Yan Zhuyue what Master Yan had said. "Miss, the master said+ that someone is coming to marry you tomorrow, so I want you to prepare." Yan Zhuyue's pale face immediately darkened when she heard this, she was silent for a while, and she said to Xiaoyun, "Go and tell Taoist Hua, just say that at night, I will wait for him at the old place in Yuantouzhu." Under the moonlight, on Yuantou Zhuyan, Hua Qinghe and Yan Zhuyue stood under a pine tree, facing each other with tears in their eyes. Under the rock was the vast Taihu Lake. ... Hua Qinghe looked at Yan Zhuyue's gloomy eyes and tears gushing out, he suddenly had a premonition of something ominous, he hurriedly hugged Yan Zhuyue into his arms, put his tearful face on her wet face, and said sadly Said: "Zhuyue, you must not commit suicide, there is me, and Bing'er." As soon as little A Bing was mentioned, Yan Zhuyue sobbed even more, her chest heaved violently. "What happened? Zhuyue, tell me quickly." "No, there's nothing wrong, you have to take Bing'er well..." Yan Zhuyue took a wad of money to Hua Qinghe and said, "We must send him to a private school." "What happened? Zhuyue, tell me quickly!" Hua Qinghe asked while holding her face. "No, really nothing, I just miss you so much, let me take a good look at you..." Under the moonlight, Yan Zhuyue's beautiful face looked very bleak, Hua Qinghe wiped away her tears with his hands, hugged her tightly in his arms, and kept kissing her... The next day, Yan Zhuyue hanged herself in the house, and Master Yan, in tears, ordered not to spread the word, saying that Miss had gone to her grandmother's house.Yan Zhuyue was buried secretly. Hua Qinghe didn't know about Yan Zhuyue's death.One day he came to Yan's mansion to ask the old housekeeper, but the old housekeeper shook his head in tears and left.He went to ask other people in the Yan Mansion, but they all avoided answering.Hua Qinghe returned to Chong'an Temple disappointed, but he firmly believed that Yan Zhuyue would not die, because no matter how cruel the world was to her, at least she still had her own love. Hua Qinghe waited not far from the gate of Yan Mansion for several days. Finally, one morning, he saw Xiaoyun walking out with a vegetable basket, and he hurriedly followed him quietly. Miss..." Xiaoyun turned his head and saw Taoist Hua, so he stood down. "Miss Xiaoyun, I just want to ask you, where is Miss Yan now? Why haven't I seen her for so long?" After hearing this, Xiaoyun burst into tears. She turned her back and wiped her tears with her sleeves. Hua Qinghe asked nervously, "What's wrong with her?" Xiao Yun turned her head to see Hua Qinghe's expression, and couldn't bear to hide it from him, so she choked up and said, "Miss, she... she is dead." "Ah..." After hearing this, Hua Qinghe was like a thunderclap. He felt the world was spinning, and his eyes turned black... He fell down. "Daoist Hua, wake up, Taoist Hua..." Xiaoyun and a few kind-hearted passers-by helped him pinch him, and Taoist Hua slowly opened his eyes. Taoist Hua asked: "...she...how did she die?" "Hanged." "when?" "half year ago." Taoist Hua was afraid that the people around would inquire, so he stood up with support and walked away unsteadily. On this day, after chanting sutras in the morning, the old Taoist priest sent someone to call Hua Qinghe to the practice room. Hua Qinghe saw the old Taoist priest sitting solemnly, eyes half closed, he stood for a while and said, "The Taoist priest is looking for me?" "Well, here you are... you should practice first!" Hua Qinghe didn't expect that the old Taoist priest had discovered his relationship with A Bing, so he thought he was asking him to come to cultivate his body and mind together, so he closed his eyes and began to practice.After a while, the old Taoist said: "Taoist Hua, as a Taoist practitioner, what is the most important thing to abide by?" Hua Qinghe thought that the old Taoist priest was testing him, so he replied: "No desire, no action." "Then have you abided by it?" the old Taoist priest said seriously. "I……" "Tell yourself, whose child is A Bing? What does it have to do with you? This is a question for everyone in the monastery. If you don't want to say it, then you have to leave Chong'an Temple, and I can't save you. " Hua Qinghe knelt down and cried: "Master Dao, I shouldn't hide it from you, but I really can't help it. I know you have suspected it for a long time. Now I will tell you the truth, A Bing is indeed my illegitimate son..." Hua Qinghe looked up at the Taoist priest, and saw that the old Taoist priest was not surprised. He thought that the old Taoist priest might have known it already, and it was impossible to keep it a secret, so he said truthfully: "Master, A Bing is indeed my own son. The thing is like this, Yan Zhuyue and I have been in love for a long time. She is very talented in music. I asked her for music lessons. Married her to the sick son of a rich family, her husband died within a year. Yan Zhuyue was a young widow, and was abused by her parents-in-law. Zhuyue had no choice but to go back to her mother's house, and later...later..." The old Taoist priest listened seriously, and when he saw Hua Qinghe stopped, he helped him up. Hua Qinghe stood up and finally mustered up the courage to tell what happened. "Later she wanted to commit suicide, and I gave her the courage. Later...unexpectedly, she was pregnant. Her father was furious and wanted her to commit suicide. She begged her father to let her give birth to the child. The child is innocent. Her My father finally agreed. After A Bing was born, no matter how hard she begged, her father forced someone to take the child away, but I managed to bring the child back..." Hua Qinghe's voice was choked with sobs. The old Taoist listened sympathetically. Hua Qinghe wiped his tears with his hands, and continued: "The child was fostered at my elder brother Hua Qingping's house until he was six years old. My elder brother said that A Bing was very talented in music. It would be a pity if he didn't cultivate this child. picked him up..." The old Taoist gave a long sigh and asked, "What about his mother?" Hua Qinghe's face convulsed in pain, and said: "After Yan Zhuyue met A Bing, her father found out, and her father said that because of the family tradition, she swore not to see A Bing again, and later... Later... " "What happened to A Bing's mother?" the old priest asked. "His mother hanged herself..." When the old Taoist heard this, his eyes became moist. "Master..." Hua Qinghe knelt down again and cried, "Master, A Bing is too pitiful. He has only me as his relative now. I beg Master not to drive him away. He is only six years old..." Hua Qinghe already I can't cry. "Get up, Qinghe." The kind-hearted old Taoist helped him up, sighed, and said, "Okay, I promise you, I will keep A Bing, but you know the rules of the Taoist temple. So you In the future, we can’t be called father and son, but only a master-student relationship.” "Thank you, Master." Hua Qinghe was about to kneel down, but was supported by the old Taoist priest. Hua Qinghe did not expect tears to roll down the eyes of the old Taoist priest...Hua Qinghe was so moved that he knelt down and said: "Master , you are really my reborn parents..." The old Taoist priest helped him up with both hands, and said: "Qinghe, this matter is over, and I will not pursue you any further. From now on, let us work together to run Chong'an Temple well and develop Taoist music." "Yes, old Taoist priest." "After a while, I officially accepted A Bing as a Taoist boy, so that A Bing's name in Chong'an Temple will be justified." "Thank you, Daoist, but I want to send him to a private school first, so that he can learn to read first. His mother sent him tuition fees before he died..." "Send him to a private school first, okay, okay, let him learn to read first." So little A Bing was sent by Hua Qinghe to an old gentleman to study in a private school. Hua Qinghe said to the old man: "If he doesn't study hard, please discipline him strictly." The old man looked at the clever little A Bing and said, "Such a smart kid will definitely learn well, don't worry!" So little A Bing went to a private school. In the morning, Xiaoyun led Hua Qinghe to Yan Zhuyue's grave. "Daoist Hua, this is Miss's grave." After hearing this, Hua Qinghe stumbled over and threw himself on the grave. He hugged the grave with both hands and cried loudly: "Zhuyue! Why did you leave me and A Bing...Zhuyue, let me go with you ..." He slammed his head against the grave with all his might, and Xiao Yun hurriedly held him back and persuaded him, "Daoist Hua, A Bing is still waiting for you!" Hearing the word "A Bing", Taoist Hua stood up, he was silent for a while, and said sadly: "Zhuyue, my beloved Zhuyue, for our A Bing, I have to live..." "Zhuyue, my beloved Zhuyue, I have already sent A Bing to a private school, A Bing is very hardworking, your spirit in heaven should be comforted..." "Zhuyue, my Zhuyue, don't worry, I will make A Bing the most learned person..."