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Legend of the night pearl
Author: a river of red leaves
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Updated in September 2008-18 2 1: 52: 33 words: 1753.
Liang Zhaolong, a native of Yangzhou, was born in a small place called Baocun in Gushan Town.
During the Jiaqing period, when he was eleven years old, there was a flood in his hometown, his parents died of plague, his house and property were washed away by water, and the rest were occupied by others. He dropped out of school, was unaccompanied, and lived on the streets of Yangzhou, begging for a living.
Liang Zhaolong was sixteen this year. He is black and thin, but he is tall and has good features. Because of his stubborn personality, he refused to bow his head and often could not get food. Fortunately, he was a member of the Beggars' Sect and got some help. On this day, two more people joined the Beggars' Sect. It is said that these two grandchildren escaped from other places. An old man of about sixty years old, thin and hunchbacked, waddles when walking. The other is fifteen or sixteen years old, with a good face, very quiet, like a girl, and not much to say.
Wang is a semi-old man in his late fifties, with a slightly fat figure. He is always smiling and easy to talk. He simply presided over the admission ceremony, said the rules of the gang, and let everyone meet and get familiar with the grandparents and grandchildren.
After the meeting, helping everyone go away, Liang Zhaolong looked at his grandfather and grandson who were at a loss and stepped forward and said, "Come with me, I am familiar with this area."
Father and son followed silently, and there was no nonsense on the road. It was already dark, so he took them to a ruined temple in the suburbs and pointed out, "This is my place. There are no outsiders. You can live here."
He knew that with the old man's appearance, he would have to eat with him in the future. He asked them to settle down and then went out to buy some food. After all, it's his first time to eat, and it still costs some money.
There is a big stone table missing, and there are five or six celadon bowls, only one of which is intact. After a few polite words, he raised his wine bowl and said, "You're welcome, everyone will." ...