The girl in the thatched cottage at the foot of Nangong Mountain did not stay long after all. After saying goodbye to her neighbors one by one, she quietly left.
At the foot of Nangong Mountain, autumn comes more quickly than in other places, and many families light fires one after another, hoping to warm their shabby houses as soon as possible. That girl was no exception, because Zhao Ziyang's legs didn't get any better until the autumn wind came. Even though they were wrapped in most of the mattress at home, their legs were still as cold and hard as iron, without any heat at all.
Therefore, the woman went to the foot of the surrounding mountains to collect firewood and grass every day to refuel the stove, and she had no time to spare.
Although Zhao Ziyang was not as sluggish as before, he was still too shy to be served by a girl, so he only spoke a few words for a long time. The rest of the time, he was still reading the old book, as if he was in a daze and couldn't control himself.
Occasionally, when it rains lightly, the woman has nothing to do, so she and Zhao Ziyang sit on the bed together, looking out at the falling raindrops, which last for several hours.
In the thatched cottage, there is only the sound of the fire burning, the dim light reflected in the window, and the continuous rain outside the window.
Although the two of them rarely spoke, Zhao Ziyang always felt inexplicably at ease.
Zhao Ziyang always wanted to ask about the woman's family background, and was even more curious about why the woman knew so many rare ancient characters in ancient books. However, the woman always smiled softly, picked up a cup of warm soup brewed with grass in the forest, and handed it to the bed. Zhao Ziyang's expression was expressionless.
Women often ask Zhao Ziyang, what will happen if one day his legs and feet return to normal and he can start practicing. Zhao Ziyang thought about it for a long time and finally replied that he had to go and try his luck in the world, only then would he live his life in vain.
Every time at this time, the woman always smiled indifferently. To be honest, after joining the world, she probably missed this isolated village at the foot of the mountain. People are always like this. When they live in the countryside, they always want to see what the world outside is like. It is a vast scene, but after leaving home, I always think about a bowl of homesickness, nothing more than this. Therefore, only by being ruthless can you go a long way. If you are always reluctant to give up, you will be hindered by various things.
As for whether it was human legs and feet that were stuck, the woman never vomited. After all, Zhao Ziyang still had no feeling in his legs. She was afraid that if she said it, she would make the latter unhappy.
Zhao Ziyang thought about it, and although he didn't think this was very reasonable, he couldn't think of any way to refute it, so he could only vaguely say, just go back to the village from time to time to have a look, it's not a stumbling block.
In response, the woman just told a rather clichéd story.
It is said that in old age, a hozen in the mountains accidentally developed spiritual wisdom, could speak human words and knew how to practice. So he escaped from the group of hozens in the mountains and wandered around the world. The hozen beast has developed its spiritual intelligence, so in the eyes of the immortals on the mountain, it is naturally regarded as a big demon, and many immortal disciples naturally look down upon it. Moreover, the hozen is naughty in nature, and often causes a lot of troubles. Then he asked someone with great supernatural powers to take it away and suppress it outside the mountain gate. It lasted for several decades as spring passed and autumn came.
When the bad roots of the hozen were purified, he became the guardian spirit of the immortal sect, with a high level of merit and influence. And when the demon god returned to his hometown again, the mountains were already empty. Even the old tree where he rested when he was young had turned into a dead tree after the hozen left.
Sometimes, you don't just want to go back to your old home, you can't help it. By the time Cangbeard looks back, he thinks things have changed and the old people have gone.
The woman's expression remained the same when she said this, but the cold rain outside the window was like smoke, splashing and tangled into threads. Unknowingly, the woman's eyes and forehead were exposed to the fine beads of hair.
Zhao Ziyang, who was paralyzed between the beds, felt that the girl was even more beautiful than before when she was silent now, so he also put down the old book that he kept in his hand all day long and looked outside the window lattice.
There is no rain in the eyes, but the profile of the beautiful lady's face is reflected.
Later, in the thatched cottage where some smoke often rose, after the woman left, the stove became cold and the smoke went out. Zhao Ziyang naturally declined the position of leader of the White Tiger Gang and imprisoned himself in the house all day long, lost in thought and unaware of the changes of day and night.
The village is still the same, but before the rooster crows in the morning, beside the ancient well in the village, there is no longer the bright and beautiful woman who does not apply makeup.
All the previous events, such as the dust before the wind, and the autumn wind, scattered the dust and ashes over thousands of hectares, leaving no trace of them remaining.
The White Tiger Gang has been fine lately. Ever since the leader of the Qinglong Gang, Zhao Laizi, smashed his teeth with a brick, he no longer dares to come to the house to cause trouble. Even the arrogant energy that usually bullies the people has been curbed a lot. On the contrary, he often rushes into the gang. The people showed their kindness. Zhao Ziyang heard from Li Sandao, the chief of the gang, who was inquiring about the situation. It turned out that after the leader of the Qinglong Gang asked Na Zhuan to be seriously injured, he asked the old bosses of the Qinglong Gang to work together to deprive the leader of his position. This made the Qinglong Gang in The reputation among the people has changed.
Li San wanted to ask Zhao Ziyang to take over the affairs of the White Tiger Gang. For this reason, before the woman left, he scolded him and went outside the thatched cottage to ask for a meeting. However, he was scolded out by Zhao Ziyang, who was very irritable at that time. .
"Gang leader, our White Tiger Gang has improved a lot. If you don't come out and take charge of the affairs within the gang, some unsettled people will have to take the opportunity to act. As time goes by, our gang's reputation among the neighbors will fall again. When everyone was shouting for beatings, if your legs and feet are really inconvenient, at worst, I will carry you during daily inspections." When Li San came to the door, he always didn't know how to beat around the bush and was quite straightforward, which actually made Zhao Ziyang smile a little. meaning.
"Come on, you're not that girl with breasts and waist. How can I get anything out of you? Besides, you're covered in lean ribs. You've been jolting around for a long time, but you're still in pain all over your body. ?" Zhao Ziyang put the old book on his lap and laughed and cursed, "If a gang can only rely on me to manage it, then the gang's path will be narrow. If one day I become a high-ranking official and become a high-ranking official in the capital. , is it possible that everyone in the White Tiger Gang will starve to death? This is obviously not the case."
Li San has always been a master who can reach the sky with just a smile. Hearing that Zhao Ziyang seemed to be quite happy today, he moved to the bed and said, "Speaking of which, was that woman in the gang master's house a few days ago?" She was as skinny as a stick. Li San rubbed his fingers, his face full of chicken thieves.
Zhao Ziyang didn't respond. Instead, he started to pick up the washed clothes from the pillow and slowly put them on. The fragrance on the clothes is so fragrant that when you sniff it, you can see a woman busy washing her clothes.
Li San stood aside at a loss and watched helplessly as the leader of the White Tiger Gang slowly sat up, stretched his feet into the broken boots, stood up and walked out the door.
"I'll ask you about this next time. If I lose half my teeth, don't blame me for having a bad heart."
Zhao Ziyang walked out of the thatched cottage and saw only the light and clouds in the sky outside. It was the crisp autumn season, so he laughed at himself.
"I've been pretending for days in vain."
