The man handed the rice bowl in his hand to the wife beside him, "I'm full, and there's still some left. You can eat it. No one can starve the child when he's hungry. We are equivalent to three people, and I have eaten enough. . You and the child each have two shares.”
The wife stared at the man's rough and generous hand, with thick joints and thick calluses on the palm. It was like this, holding the man's little remaining food in one hand.
Even she could only eat half full of the remaining food in the temple, let alone the man she practiced martial arts with? Sometimes when she wakes up hungry in the middle of the night, she glances behind her and sees the man holding her, using himself as a bed. His eyes are bloodshot, and the man's belly is unbelievable, as it sounds like thunder.
In normal times, it would be an ordinary thing for a man to hunt in the mountains with his skills. With the prey in the mountains, a man would not be hungry at all. But now there are blood clouds in the sky, no sunshine for dozens of days, and hunting is out of the question. The couple can only make a living with the little surplus food in the temple. This is still based on the premise that the presiding officer in the temple has profound Taoism and does not eat grains.
The woman wanted to push her job back to the man, but she couldn't push the man's wrist with her little strength. The man's hand and the bowl he held lay before her like a rock.
At this time, there was a noise in the backyard of the temple, and Li Xi'an walked in carrying a large fan of pork.
The man's eyes immediately stared straight with green light. When he saw Li Xi'an approaching, he hurriedly greeted him, "The host is..."
"It was given by pilgrims who used to stay in the temple. The person in charge didn't pay attention to it at the time, so it was kept in the corner. I only discovered it today." Li Xi'an weighed a large fan of pork in his hand, "It's quite hefty. It’s the best pork rib meat, I won’t use it if I keep it, it’s just stewed for you and your wife.”
"This..." A sudden gift shocked the man.
"That's it. Your wife is a good cook, so I'll give you this fan of pork. It's just right. At dawn tomorrow, the blood rain will stop. After three days of rest, don't you have to rush to Lujin Town in Shannan? ? Three days is more than enough time. This bloody rain has been falling continuously for such a long time. It’s hard for you to find anything else to eat on the way. It’s also useful to have something to eat on the way.”
The man's face was uncertain. Finally, he knelt down and cupped his fists towards Li Xian. Under the firelight, the man's voice was low and firm. Li Xian sat in front of him, and the bonfire swayed, rendering their two figures into silhouettes on the play.
"Senior, Mr. Sun can teach martial arts to the family. Senior may not look down on such vulgar learning, but if you do nothing, you will be ashamed of my true intention of practicing martial arts! Senior has helped me and my husband so much, and I can't repay you in return. I can only teach you a lifetime of martial arts!"
The man's head was swollen, and he could no longer feel the hunger at this time. He only felt ashamed of such kindness.
Because he has nothing, a knife to live on, and martial arts skills that others look down upon. The only thing that can make him accept it is his wife's ancestral bracelet. How can he feel at ease?
"Okay." The man lowered his head, and Li Xi'an's response came from above.
The man was immediately overjoyed.
Li Xi'an helped him up with one hand, and threw the pork fan to the man, "Eat your fill first, and we will discuss the rest later."
The light of the fire swayed, and the aroma of meat overflowed. The man's mouth was full of oil and he was so satisfied. He subconsciously raised his hand to ask someone to bring a jar of good wine, but suddenly he thought that all this had disappeared.
But there was still a jug of wine sitting on his open palm.
He stared blankly at the host who was sitting across from the bonfire, and the touch of the wine bottle in his hand was a bit unreal.
Before he opened the jug, Li Xi'an drank it before him. The aroma of the wine was enticing. After just a slight sniff of the aroma, the man knew that this was the best wine he had ever tasted!
"Host, this..." The man felt that the wine bottle in his palm was a little hot.
"You warriors talk so much? You should eat meat or not, and drink alcohol or not. You are so coquettish, you don't look like a man who is wielding a knife or robbing." Li Xi'an didn't even raise his head.
"Hahahaha! Okay!" The man laughed, "Host! I respect you! Compared to everyone in the world that day, you, the old man, deserve my glass of wine! From now on, if my family is lucky enough to survive, I will definitely give it to you. You assume the position of honor, no matter what others think, I will support you, and my descendants will worship you until they grow old!"
The glasses of wine mingled with each other, the wine was clear, and the man was intoxicated.
"This wine..." The man shook and raised the still-empty wine bottle, "I have never drunk such good wine! Get drunk for once!"
The warm orange fire light dissipated the long night, leaving the heavy rain outside the temple and the ghosts and ghosts killing each other. This small place was peaceful and quiet. The woman curled up in the man's arms with a smile on her lips. The man was crying, and the broad knife was placed beside him. The man holding the knife For the first time in these dozens of days, his hands relaxed and he hugged his wife.
Someone got up, refilled the half-drunk jug with wine, and put a jade bracelet on the woman.
The fire went out.
The figure drew the sword from the fire.
…………
At dawn, the long-lost sunlight shines in through the doors and windows of the ruined temple, making the man open his eyes in confusion.
With a start, he turned over and held the knife.
What's up with him? What happened yesterday? He couldn't remember anything now, and his last memory was a scene he had never seen before. He was drinking with a young man. He was not an old host, but a young man in red clothes. His eyes were filled with gold, flickering and shining brighter than the sun. He still remembered it now.
Then he glimpsed the fire in the temple extinguished and sunlight streaming in through the windows.
The dust in the temple danced along the path of the sunlight, illuminating the vermilion paint on the column he had been leaning against. The man took a deep breath, as if he had been reborn.
He bathed in the sunshine and recalled everything that had happened before, as if in a dream.
The presiding officer in the temple, the bonfire that never goes out, the scarce but endless food surplus.
"Haha...hahahaha!" The man laughed suddenly, with tears in his eyes. Carrying a broadsword on his back, he slowly walked forward and bowed solemnly in the direction of the rising sun outside the mountain.
He tried his best to hiss: "Sun Yi, Jiujin Town, Black Rock Mountain, I will never forget your great kindness in this life, in the next life, and in all the generations to come!"
There was a muffled sound, and the man smashed his head through the temple door.
A pair of delicate and white hands covered the back of the man's hands, and his wife also knelt down and kowtowed three times solemnly.
"What is this?" The man saw an object on his wife's wrist, which was the jade bracelet!
The woman smiled bitterly, "It's like this when I wake up. I can't take it off."
She raised her wrist and motioned the man to look at the golden light floating in the wave-like lines deep in the jade bracelet.
The man let out a long breath and stood up, while the woman shouldered her burden. They looked at each other and gently closed the temple door.
Strange to say, it has been raining continuously for days, but there is no mud in the mountains. It is as clean as if it had not been raining heavily but the sky had been clear for dozens of days. Soon, the two figures walked into the mountains in the direction of the sun.
No one knows what the fate of these two people will be.
In this land of goodness, in the battle of laws, tens of thousands of people were killed and injured in an instant, and they were not even a drop in the waves of history.
But so what, they are still moving forward, just like thousands of ordinary people in the good world, looking for their own destination in troubled times.
"By the way, ma'am, I've thought of a name for the child!"
"Oh, tell me?"
"Let's call it... golden boy!" The man said proudly.
"What a weird name this is." The woman complained.
"I think it's pretty good!"
Along the way, they drifted further and further away, until the two figures could no longer be seen.
Li Xi'an stood on the temple, holding the faint sword, watching them leave.
"Ordinaryness is joy, ordinaryness is joy. Sometimes I also think that ordinary people are pretty good. They don't have to think about everything all day long. It's enough to live a good life. I think back then, the happiest time was when I was in the village. A pheasant is enough for me to brag about for a while, and a big fish can even run around the village. The universe is so big, but you don’t necessarily have to take a look." In the jade pendant, Li Chengqi crossed his legs and sighed.
"How about you, Master? How do you feel?"
"That boy's naming is really bad." Li Xi'an replied.
