14th year of Voling, March 13.
At noon, a girl dressed in plain clothes and a white-haired snow lady arrived at Qixia Mansion.
Two women and one carrying a shabby drama box.
Trekking through mountains and rivers for days, eating and sleeping in the open, both physically and mentally, is a great torture.
“Sister Xue, let’s go to the inn to rest for two days first, wait for Ming’er to go to the horse market to buy two horses, and then hit the road the day after tomorrow, okay?”
asked the girl.
“Yes. ”
Snow Maiden is concise.
The two women opened two upper rooms in the Yuelai Inn of Qixia Mansion.
After a simple lunch, Xueniang went back to her room to practice, while the girl went to bed to catch up on sleep.
After sleeping until the sun was tilted, the girl yawned and walked out of the room.
When I came to the next room, through the crack in the door, I saw that Xueniang was still immersed in cultivation and could not extricate herself.
The girl left the inn alone.
The wide bluestone long street is crowded with people, and Zhang Yuan is overcast.
The stalls crowded on both sides are full of stalls supported by small traders and hawkers, filled with a variety of goods.
The girl walks into a ready-to-wear shop.
First I bought two silk clothes for Xueniang, and then I picked two pairs of shoes.
Small and delicate shoes with a snow-white base and light embroidery of cyan lotus leaves and pink lotus flowers.
The girl also bought herself a set of clothes and shoes.
The clothes were bright red like blood.
The same goes for shoes.
If all goes well.
Half a year later, on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15, the girl will take off her plain clothes and change into red clothes.
Plain clothes are like silk, in order to keep filial piety.
From childhood to adulthood, from beginning to end, girls do not like to wear plain clothes and white clothes.
Girls like very bright and colorful red clothes.
Every time I see red, I think of my mother.
……
A quarter of an hour later.
The girl walks out of the ready-to-wear shop.
Just as he was about to go back to the inn, a familiar shout suddenly sounded in his ears.
“Sugar gourd, gourd, sell sugar gourd.
“Big and sweet sugar gourd, Gu Xian said that it was okay to eat it, three taels of silver and a string.” The
girl looked up.
But I saw an old man in a coarse linen shirt squatting at the entrance of the alley ten zhang away.
“Grandpa Liu?!” The
girl was slightly startled and walked through the crowd to the old man.
The old man who was squatting on the ground and smoking a dry cigarette slowly raised his head as he knocked down the figure in front of him.
“Oh, this is not a snow girl~
” The girl’s eyes widened, staring at the reflective bald head of the old willow position, and said in amazement: “Grandpa Liu, why are you the same as Brother Han from the blacksmith shop in Wind Lane?”
Girl
: “Grandpa Liu, can you stay in the shade, it’s too dazzling.”
The old willow head pulled a donkey face, and the urn sounded angrily: “Can’t!” The
girl: “…” ”
Grandpa Liu, why did you come to Qixia Mansion? I haven’t seen anyone for two years, I thought you were dead.”
“Isn’t it that the town can’t accommodate
you?” the old willow head said angrily: “In the vast world, you young dolls are allowed to go to heaven and earth?”
”
Girl:” It’s a free-spirited old boy.” Old
Willow: “When the fellow sees the fellow, the eyes are full of tears, girl, buy two strings.”
“Grandpa hasn’t been to Yihong in a while… I haven’t been to Yuelai Inn for a drink or two. ”
Color… It’s really uncomfortable to be addicted to alcohol, scratching my heart and scratching my liver. The
girl took out a few grains of broken silver from her sleeve.
Old Willow took it with a big grin.
Two strings of sugar gourds were removed from the grass target, and the girl was about to leave.
Old Willow Head spoke first: “Snow girl, for the sake of three or two strings, grandpa will give you another piece of advice.” What
do you mean~”
The girl was puzzled.
Old Willow said with a solemn expression: “This time to go to Dragon City, the wind cut and the flowing frost are not in hand, and you must not kill.”
“Otherwise killing is killing yourself.”
The girl’s good-looking eyebrows frowned slightly, and she whispered: “Killing is killing yourself~
” “Wait, Grandpa Liu, how do you know…” The
girl was startled at first, and then looked around.
Where is the old willow head.
Wind cut, flowing frost are the names of the knife.
Except for Master and Han Ying, the girl never told anyone again.
Even the snow lady didn’t know.
“Grandpa Liu, maybe much more powerful and terrifying than I thought~”
Under the setting sun.
The girl muttered as she walked.
“Life is death, and death is life.
“The wind cuts and the frost is not in hand, and killing is killing yourself.” ”
March 15.
As the sun rises.
The two women led two jujube-red horses and walked out of the north gate of Qixia Mansion.
After leaving the city, the two turned on their horses.
Quickly reinvigorated and galloped straight towards Yunzhou.
……
Fourteenth year of Voling, March 17.
Jintong Province, Liangzhou, under the jurisdiction of Xiaohezhuang in Tongqiu Town.
The Zhang family at the end of the village.
On the earthen kang in the house, Zhang Qingrong slowly opened his eyes and sat up.
“Purr~”
The Temple of the Five Organs gurgled, Zhang Qingrong touched the dry stomach, and the ribs on both sides were clearly defined.
Looking out the window, the sky was shining a little.
Turn around and look again.
The wife lying next to her was thin and thin, and she was still frowning even in her sleep.
Next to his wife is a little girl who has just reached the full moon.
Finally, the eldest daughter, I don’t know if she is six years old or seven years old.
The wife should remember that Zhang Qingrong forgot long ago.
“Alas~”
sighing, Zhang Qingrong lifted the quilt that was patched up, put on a linen shirt and straw shoes, and lightly pulled the deadbolt and left the house.
The man is only in his twenties this year, but his back is slightly twitched like an old man in a flower armor.
He holds a flat stretcher in one hand and two buckets in the other.
Zhang Qingrong greeted Xingyue Qinghui out of the courtyard gate and walked slowly to the well at the mouth of the village.
Again and again.
After going back and forth for more than half an hour.
The man finally filled the three water tanks in the house.
“Whew~”
wiped away the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, Zhang Qingrong sat on the threshold of the courtyard and breathed repeatedly for a long time.
When the beating heart calmed down, the man went up the mountain with an axe, sickle, and hemp rope.
Because firewood is needed to make a fire at home.
Because the black pigs in the pen have to graze after waking up.
One hour later.
The sky is bright.
Zhang Qingrong returned from the mountain.
On his back was a large bundle of firewood, and between his armpits was two small bundles of grass.
The man’s footsteps are floating, his thin body is shaky, there are two streams hanging between his sideburns, and his rough face is like a yellow earth wet by the stream.
Walk into the courtyard and unload firewood and grass.
The eldest daughter immediately brought a bowl of water.
Childish voice said childishly: “I know that my father is coming back soon, so I will blow it cold in advance.” ”
I’ve tasted it, it’s not hot at all, daddy drink it quickly.”
Zhang Qingrong rubbed his daughter’s little head, and a smile finally appeared on his dead man’s numb face.
The man took the white porcelain bowl.
Watching her daughter carry grass taller than herself and walk towards the pigsty.
Inside the stove house, the wife used a belt to tie her infant daughter firmly around her back.
Worried about falling her daughter, the woman bent down as hard as she could, while freeing up a palm full of fine cracks to support her daughter’s butt.
The other hand holds a spoon to serve porridge.
“Daddy, wash your hands and eat. The
woman said.
But the man with his head hanging low did not move.
……
PS: The second chapter should be changed as early as possible, starting from Ming’er, adding more changes for the three big guys of Zixi, Cannon Brother, and Human Games.
Three days in a row, three times in a row, hard to ask for a wave of gifts.
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