The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it’s almost dusk.
When the five men walked away and could no longer see their backs, Nanfeng stared at the deserted distance for a while before looking back.
Bai Ye followed her gaze and glanced at the place where the men disappeared. The saint was aloof, and he was not from the same world as them.
Like the moon in the sky, flowers in the mirror, and shadows in the water, they are just out of reach.
Nanfeng accompanied Nanfeng during the white night, waiting until the sun set over the western mountains and the moon was in the sky. Nanfeng chuckled and turned back to the house. After a while, there was the sound of cutting vegetables and making a fire, and a line of white smoke rose from the chimney.
Bai Ye ran to the stove to help, adding some dry firewood, and Nan Feng held the spatula to stir-fry. In the pot was a piece of cabbage that she had torn with her hands, mixed with a few bits of fat, and more that had been cooked through the oil. Oil residue.
Putting away the vegetables and taking out the pot, there was a big bowl full of meat. The aroma of meat wafted far away. Bai Ye secretly swallowed his saliva and looked straight at Nanfeng, placing it on the old wooden table. He filled the two bowls of rice diligently and walked to the table. On the other side, he put a bowl in front of Nanfeng.
"I have to go to the field tomorrow. Eat well." Nanfeng handed Bai Ye a pair of wooden chopsticks and sat down opposite him. With his index finger moving, Bai Ye immediately stared at the fat meat in the bowl.
After eating two chopsticks, Bai Ye was startled and looked at Nanfeng: "Why do you only eat vegetarian dishes?"
Nanfeng looked calm, picked up a piece of cabbage, put it in the bowl, and said softly: "Don't you know girls need to keep in shape?"
Bai Ye was stunned for a moment, then put a few pieces of meat into her bowl and said with a smile: "It's the time to grow, be careful of stunting, no one will want you in the future."
Nanfeng rolled his eyes at him angrily, took a few mouthfuls of food, and chewed a bit of fat dozens of times before swallowing it.
Bai Ye finished a bowl of rice, put down his chopsticks, stretched out his hands to push the dishes in front of Nan Feng's bowl, and said, "I'm a little tired. I want to go to bed early today."
He didn't know who he was, where he came from, or where he was going. Since he lived in Nanfeng's house, he just took things as they came.
"take a break."
After Nan Feng finished eating, he put away the dishes, and the two of them ate their first meal together under the flickering light of the oil lamp. Looking at Qian Ying who put away the dishes and returned to the kitchen, Bai Ye felt a little touched, and then turned around and went back to the room.
Lying on the bed, with thick dry thatch under the straw mat, newly laid by Nanfeng, Bai Ye pinched his right arm hard and felt nothing.
Nanfeng not only replaced him with new thatch, but also took him from her parents' house.
Take out a washed white quilt.
In her words, it was that the family finally had some life, and there were not so many bloody stories in the world. She lived a peaceful life in the village, except for the fights with childhood playmates, and no one bullied her after she became wise.
Bai Ye stared at the ceiling in a daze until sleep came over him and he fell into a deep sleep.
The sleep after autumn is the best. I had a dream during the white night. In the dream, I became what storytellers call a saint, flying to the sky and escaping from the earth, subduing demons and slaying demons, and living freely in the world.
When Bai Ye woke up the next day, it was already three o'clock in the morning. Nan Feng was sharpening a sickle in the yard. There was also a basket, a pole, two straw hats and two kettles in the yard. Bai Ye took a look and took another one from the main room. The basket goes out.
I really don't know how the thin and weak Nanfeng could take Xiaodao back alone. Seeing that she meant two people carrying a basket, Bai Ye understood this.
Walking to the side of Nanfeng, facing the morning sun, the red sun was rising in its great light, Bai Ye smiled and said: "Miss Feng got up so early."
He knew that she had given up on the path of spiritual practice after refusing to take the test from the big shot in the city yesterday, and was living her life as usual, except for the extra white night she had just arrived.
"Other people's rice harvest started the day before yesterday. If it is harvested too late, it will rot in the fields." Nanfeng sharpened the sickle, and Bai Ye saw a few inconspicuous scars on the back of her hand.
Bai Ye was still alive, stretching and saying: "The saint in the city is accepting disciples, don't you go and see? Maybe there is someone in the village who is favored by the saint?"
He is not interested in these saints like gods. In Bai Ye's impression, saints are legendary figures who live in myths. He cannot understand how mortals can fly into the sky through practice.
Nanfeng paused his hand and said, "It's possible that Uncle Wang's family is an iron man. His grandfather is a saint. I heard that he died in a foreign country more than 20 years ago."
"Tiedan is a child who has been close to thunder and lightning since he was a child. Wherever he goes, lightning strikes him. He has reached his age this year." When talking about the saint, Nanfeng talked more.
Bai Ye laughed heartlessly. There was actually a person named Tiedan who was being chased and struck by lightning. It was hard for him to survive until now.
Nanfeng knocked on the sickle, feeling a little displeased. Tiedan had a chance to die as a saint's disciple, so he couldn't say anything nonsense.
Unlike other villagers in the village who worship the saint as a god, Nanfeng is more in awe, just like a disciple who awes his master.
Other villagers see the saint as a god, while Nanfeng sees the saint as a human being.
Bai Ye quickly put away his smile, not daring to make this girl, who was several years younger than him, angry.
"Let's go and eat."
Putting the sharpened sickle aside, Nanfeng called Bai Ye into the kitchen and took out the hot dishes from the cooked rice pot. She picked all the fat meat on the surface, brought it to the table and turned the meat towards Bai Ye. direction.
"Why are you just standing there stupidly? Come and eat!"
Nan Feng had already served the rice, and when he saw Bai Ye still standing in the aisle, he knocked on the table and started to dig up the rice, then picked up some vegetables with chopsticks and took a few more bites.
Bai Ye sat down across from him, reached out and took out a thumb-sized silver nugget from his pocket and put it on the table, "I don't know how I have two taels of silver on me. Here it is for you."
Last night when he was sleeping, he was woken up by something in the middle of the night. He stretched out his hand and touched it, and it turned out to be a silver coin. He searched all over his body and found nothing else.
Bai Ye guessed that he must have lived in a wealthy family before he lost his memory. Two taels of silver was not a small amount, enough for a family of three to live and feed for a year.
Nan Feng glanced at it, lowered his head to pick up the rice and said, "Put it away."
She didn't accept Bai Ye's money, but she felt that Bai Ye must be a young master from a wealthy family. He had an elegant temperament that could not be imitated by people in the village.
Bai Ye chuckled and said, "Money is something you should spend when you need to. If you earn it after it's spent, it's useless to keep it."
Pushing the silver in front of her, Bai Ye put down the bowls and chopsticks, stood up and said, "I'm full."
Nanfeng gave him his first bite of food after waking up and took him in. He was his benefactor. Even if he had some money, he didn't want to leave here and still wanted to live a stable life.
Nan Feng picked up the silver and put it into his arms, turned his head to look at Bai Ye's back leaning against the door frame, and silently put away the dishes.
She doesn't understand Bai Ye, doesn't want to understand him, and doesn't care who he was before. She only cares about who he is now and in the future.
Bai Ye walked out, picked up the sickle, straw hat, and kettle next to the whetstone, put them into the basket one by one, and picked up the two baskets without feeling any weight at all.
Although his right arm looks strange like a prosthetic limb, his body strength is really good and seems to contain endless power.
Nan Feng walked out of the kitchen, locked the door, and waved to Bai Ye: "Let's go!"
