It is easy to fall asleep in spring, autumn and summer, but it is difficult to wake up in March in the cold winter.
It was originally a witty saying that was widely circulated in the countryside, but the truth can always be found. In addition to those who still have fun and shopping, or who have not made up their mind to buy new year's food and toys, most of them are not willing to go out. Adults who have worked hard outside for almost a whole year have returned home and finished all the tedious things. , of course I am happy to have a good life at home and get together with my children and children, especially if the elderly at home are still there and the children are both alive. Even if I have nothing to do at home, chatting and sleeping, it is still a solid time to fall asleep.
But how can it be that in a city, everyone has leisure time and the blessing of stopping for a while? When the New Year is approaching, the people who watch the watch have to take on a new job. They take advantage of the season of walking around to watch the watch and go to the city one by one. Knock on the door of a house, go in to see if there is any fire hazard, and then continue to another house. For nearly two months as the New Year approaches, every ten days we have to inspect all the houses in the city to make sure they are unstoppable.
Zhang Qingping is the watchman in the city. There are actually many watchmen in a powerful city. Moreover, Zhang Qingping does not have a good reputation. The reason is no one mentions it now. It is just that the people in the city mention this young man who has no children. I always look down upon an old single man without a wife, feeling that he is idle all day long and has no skills. He is obviously still strong but unwilling to find a good job, not to mention that gossip has always hurt people, no matter where it is. This is true. Therefore, whenever Zhang Qingping wore an old coat that was quite shabby and had no trace of fur, and played gongs and bangs, passers-by would always look at the man with disdain, and they would inevitably curl their lips and look quite disgusted. But it's a pity that although Zhang Qingping is idle all day long and never saves money, his temper is not necessarily bad. Even some children on the street imitate their own adults' talk and make up a few jingles to bury Zhang Qingping. The latter is most likely to talk to those ignorant children. He put on an ugly look, then continued leisurely wandering around the streets and alleys, borrowing money wherever possible. When the watchman got the meager money, he paid it off one by one. Suddenly, his wallet was empty and he was embarrassed. .
If there is nothing special about extremely lazy people like Zhang Qingping, it may be that when they see a scholar waving his hair at the entrance of the street, he often likes to put his sleeves in his hands and touch it, and he has not done so for many years. He smiled strangely a few times with his beard, and he didn't know whether he saw the way. He looked at him for a long time, until he felt disgusted and left or stopped writing for a while, then he left happily without uttering a single word. But two or three years ago, there used to be a very admired literary talent. Whenever someone talked about knowledge or picked up a pen and ink, Zhang Qingping, who was all slovenly and shabby, would come up and inquire about Zhang Qingping. After the incident, I sighed and said that this was also a very miserable person. It was really heartbreaking. With such a miserable person by my side, how could I make people calm down and study? It was best to get rid of him as soon as possible.
Therefore, when Zhang Qingping had nothing to do, he could only watch the scholars from a distance. Every time he tried to get closer, he would always be driven away.
Like a wild dog covered in plague.
Not long ago, Zhang Qingping came to visit and accidentally learned that there was a swordsman with a not very good-looking face in the mansion that had been unoccupied for a long time. When he came to visit, Zhang Qingping knocked on the door dozens of times in the heavy snow. The young swordsman was the one who went out to open the door. At the door of the house, he saw Zhang Qingping, who was almost covered with snow. He quickly invited him into the house, saying that he had been easily distracted recently, and the wind was blowing loudly at the moment. He really didn't pay attention, but he bothered Zhang Qingping to wait outside for a long time, which was really not his right.
It seems that the brazier in the swordsman's home is too warm, and it seems that the swordsman always speaks softly and slowly, and his complexion is obviously very poor, but he can still chat with Zhang Qingping, who is looked down upon by the people in the city. From now on, Zhang Qingping always takes advantage of the free time to go to the swordsman's house and chat for a while, like a monk who has practiced silent meditation for many years and has never spoken. Bing, if it wasn't his turn to be on duty today, Zhang Qingping would go to the swordsman's house, and sometimes he would use his remaining money to buy a bottle of wine, half on credit and half on credit.
As for how to tell that this man was a swordsman, Zhang Qingping had never heard anyone mention the killing of dragons on the Yunzhong River, and he was not smart enough to tell the clues from the calluses on the young man's hands, but he still felt that this young man should use a sword. Good hands.
And Yun Zhong never shied away from him. When Zhang Qingping came, he would always heat the brazier hotter without speaking much, boil his own good wine together with the bad wine Zhang Qingping brought, and drink it himself. Although he had bad wine, he gave up good wine to Zhang Qingping, which made the latter feel a little sorry, but when he looked at Yun Zhong's smiling face, he quickly felt relieved.
These days, Yun Zhong doesn't go out too much. There is still food and wine left in the mansion. At most, he only goes to the opposite door in the middle of the night when no one is around to see if the walls of Ye Zhai's mansion are crushed by snow. He sweeps the snow off the ground early and spends the rest of the time. I spend the whole day idle in my mansion, often looking at the dim light of the fire and losing my mind. But when I come back to my senses, I don’t know what I was thinking about just now, so I met this Zhang Qingping for no reason. To Yun Zhong, it doesn’t necessarily mean anything. Bad thing, at least listening to this man's inarticulate chatter always makes people feel that he is still in the world, like a fine needle piercing the stitches of dense clothes. It is rare to be able to breathe a little.
Perhaps even Zhang Qingping didn't realize it. The more he talked, the more he couldn't stop talking. From the interesting things he had seen in the city over the years and the few stories he heard from storytellers, he wanted to tell them all. I don't know because he didn't have anything to say in his daily life. With no relatives or old friends, Zhang Qingping unknowingly talked about his family affairs. Zhang Qingping was originally a scholar, and his family background was not bad. His parents had a son late in life, and Zhang Qingping passed away before Zhang Qingping was born. There was no serious illness, so he died at the end of his life. Moreover, his son and son had already arranged a marriage, so naturally he was Peace of mind passes away.
Zhang Qingping has not mentioned this matter for many years, but when it is brought up now, Zhang Qingping does not seem to shy away from it, but his tone is much softer than usual.
When his parents met for a marriage, Zhang Qingping was unwilling to do so at all costs. He said he already had a sweetheart. He was so anxious that Zhang Qingping's old father broke his favorite folding fan. After nearly two years of tossing, he finally found out what Zhang Qingping was talking about. His sweetheart was the girl he fell in love with. She was a perfect match and a childhood sweetheart, causing both families to laugh and cry. From what Yun Zhong heard, it was really rare for his childhood sweethearts to be in the same household, but looking at the embarrassed appearance of the man now, he didn't ask more questions in the end, nor did he stop the man from continuing to talk. He just nodded with a smile and whispered softly, which was a bit embarrassing. I'm envious, this kind of thing cannot happen except for great blessings.
But as Zhang Qingping continued to talk, Yun Zhong soon stopped laughing. Three years after the marriage, his wife became pregnant. Zhang Qingping always had to go out when it was getting late to buy some food to keep him healthy. He never delayed much. He only drank one drink a day and wandered around the city, which took him nearly half an hour. , but unexpectedly before leaving, he accidentally overturned the charcoal fire and did not notice it. By the time he returned home, the fire had already reached the sky.
In the end, Zhang Qingping, who had lost all hope, did not die. He just left the city and returned here several years later. He stopped studying and became a slovenly man doing nothing. The people in the city felt pity for him, so he gave him a job. Errands, living in such a muddle until now.
Zhang Qingping said that in fact, this incident happened not long ago. He was not thinking too much and had already forgotten the general idea. Now that he mentions it, he is not too sad and unbearable. Moreover, many things in the world, such as the autumn wind, stop and then stop, so you can immerse yourself in it. , there is still no regret left at all, but the most difficult thing to bear is that one day many years ago, when I had a full meal and thought about it for no reason, it added countless sorrows.
Zhang Qingping didn't come today, and Yun Zhong rarely packed up and walked out of the mansion. In the middle of winter, it was still gloomy and the snow didn't know when it would fall. He went to a noodle stall not far away and asked for a bowl of noodles. He just buried his head, and then suddenly Startled for a moment, he finished eating without saying a word, put down the copper coins and left slowly.
The owner of the noodle stall also recognized Yun Zhong, who often came to take care of his business. After not seeing him for a long time, he naturally came up to chat with him. But when he saw Yun Zhong's face again, he stopped, scratched his forehead suspiciously, and came to the empty space. He sniffed the bowl vigorously and frowned very tightly. The waiter on the side, who was aware of everyone's words and expressions, was also suspicious. He looked at the stall owner and said, "Young Master Yun is very familiar with you. Why haven't we seen you for a long time? You didn't even say hello when you came to the door. You are a very polite person. What's happening now?" Already?"
"I didn't ask to the point. I only know how to show off my wits." The stall owner had a bad expression, but he was still suspicious. He smelled the empty bowl again, wondering and wondering, "Boy, do you think my skills have become better or worse recently?" Worse?"
The waiter was very polite and raised his finger, "In terms of noodle making skills in this city, even if you can't say that you are the top one, you are still in the top three. Of course, the more you make, the more delicious it becomes."
"But no matter how delicious it is, how can you still cry after eating a bowl of ordinary hot noodles?"
Yun Zhong walked back to the mansion in the snow without saying a word, closed the front door and stood in the courtyard.
I vaguely remember that when I was hungry and eating noodles, I was in a hurry and could not avoid burning my mouth. My mother would mostly smile and scold her, and then tell Yun Zhong to pick up the noodles, and then blow them to let them cool before eating. Then she saw Yun Zhong's clumsy look. , always take the bowl in his hand, blow it to cool down and then pass it to Yun Zhong, watching Yun Zhong devour the noodles with a smile on his face.
Just now, there was a scholar at the noodle stall who borrowed the desk to write and twist the paper like a girl. At that time, Yun Zhong was practicing swordsmanship. There was a girl sitting behind Yunzhong who was practicing swordsmanship, twisting very complicated patterns. The small characters with hairpins were written on the scroll, and then spread on the iron scroll. He often raised his eyes to look at Yun Zhong, who was practicing his sword seriously, with a peaceful smile.
When wandering the alley without anyone to rely on, I can always think of the scene in which there were people in front of me and behind me.
The sky is cloudy and icy, and it is clear that the snow has stopped and started to pick up again when the wind blows.
