Lige learned skill, and soon into the provincial federations, the title got a massage. From then on he would eat by the massage. At first, Lige no fixed location, only a small bells shake the street to solicit business. Club house out into the West as guerrilla. After all, amazing skills, he asked him to medical treatment to many people. Once, he was asked to be retired as a medical treatment. The owner's son told the family silver is a blind bit underestimated him, say experts with the Father to Guangzhou, please heal. Lige hear heart unhappy, and chest in the betting with the two tone. First, Father of the disease must be cured. Second, throw away the crutches Sasa Tuotuo traveling light. Unexpectedly, throw away the crutches the faithful partner, he just lost the guide and bodyguard. Despite the way he carefully touched soso. But still "bang" fell into a two-meter-deep ditch. Fall and get bruises, but also broke his arm. Clay generally collapsed in the ditch. He was saved by passers-up, "Ai Ai yo yo" in bed for three months. Otherwise not only the face back and almost lost his life. His bitter experience, I thought that floated free and easy undesirable, after his injury as a poem, a warning. Poem says:
Previous overturned in the gutter,
Slipped into years of a worry.
Blood-stained underwear for the learned,
Since then, never again from scratch.
Lige this fall, no longer afraid to abandon denominated. Hospital but spent the money, not very agile hands and feet after injury. Massage from the patient at home is not convenient. At this time, Lige most want a place to open a massage fixed by. Do not have to wander around their site. Lige crescent curved first day with this intention, the fifth round the moon race was to seek them out. Walking did not want to beat around the bush, to the point say rent a decent house to massage the Lige open house painted decoration, a new bed chairs, there are colorful neon facade, but he set up a sellers to the point where, to Lige for his secret to sell some imported goods. Lige very sensitive, and asked what to sell goods, a person must say: "What Goods Do not you ask, as long as you do, there is a large face of the money into your hands." Having said that Lili Ge to well aware of. Lige said: "No, do me a blind man, not rich life, I still do massage for my meal." Lige do not want to see in person must move, angry curse: "The massage has any money, die blind, What a beast! "the man left, Lige felt insulted by his personality, his angry, so he wrote a poem two to show what his intention, that Mingzhi.
One: people are poor go rather think of change shift
Any of you underestimate how long.
He is like then Lingyun Zhi,
Qin Qi deficiency dare laugh.
Second: Some people Xiaokan I am poor,
Resist black money into my house.
There are tea pot with my vision,
No wine cup let it empty.
Boundless expanse of fertile farmland not my job,
A cottage on the ancient customs.
Reached home suddenly rich,
Cut the root of poverty not seen a trace.
Well you Lige, big tone, competing with the Qin Shi Huang unified the six countries is not surprising. Lige was blind and poor, but do not want to go black Road windfall. Wholeheartedly with the fingers and arm massage to change money. He flow through Haikou, Sanya, that large, eight. Now regarded as the dust settles, Nagai Shilu the. His massage in a massage shop, and keep store, income just to live. He and the man named Don robust housing silly girls, daughters fair, and have been married, call the public call home grandson Sun God, enjoyable. His story and his poems all fit in his belly in the prion, the patient became his massage Xuxubuxiu topic. Whether patients want to hear do not like, he, as always, self-fulfillment narcissism. Unfortunately, his poetry is not on the grade, as President Chen Lao said, it was doggerel and Danzhou mix of folk songs. Lige blind Bing did not, leaving unprecedented erhu song, "Reflection of the Moon" sung by people thousands of years. He left to the people most interested in the most surprising most want to inquisitive questions is: "Master Li, you must grow up before the blind, or else, how can you compose it?"
Every time, Lige to feel dejected, his head upturned, empty hole in the universe around his eyes as if looking for something. It is who he thought of the late president of the Chen Lao.
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