Flowers bloom and fall, flowers fall and flowers bloom, time flies, and young people grow old.
This has been thirty years since Yili.
It was late spring in March, and a man in ragged clothes and bare feet strode into a small town.
This man was none other than Xie Wule, who was now over thirty years old. His face was covered with conspicuous stubble, but he did not look slovenly.
The small town is peaceful and peaceful, with a few wisps of smoke rising from the kitchen. Xie Wule has not set foot in a town for ten years. Now he misses it and feels that it will live in his heart.
After several inquiries, I also rented a small cabin.
The hut is not big, so if you want to cook, you can only share a wood stove outside the house with your neighbor.
There were no restaurants in the town, so he had to cook by himself. Thinking of the trouble he would have in the future, Xie Wule bought some rice and noodles and knocked on his neighbor's door.
A skinny middle-aged man came to open the door. He looked at the stranger with a good figure in front of him in surprise, thinking about whether he knew this person.
Xie Wule put the rice noodles in his hand into his arms and said with a smile: "Uncle, I moved next door today. Please forgive me for disturbing you in the future."
"Uncle? I do look older in the photo. In fact, I'm only twenty-nine this year." The man suddenly became enlightened, saying that he couldn't remember seeing this man there. He caught the rice noodles without politeness and said with a smile. : "No matter what happens, brother, please bear with me in the future. My name is Liu Zhi, what do you call me brother?"
Xie Wule was stunned. His interactions with people were still ten years ago. He had forgotten that he was already thirty. He immediately opened his mouth and called him uncle or aunt. He had to change it: "Brother Liu, my surname is Xie."
Liu Zhi suddenly became excited for some reason: "Xie? Could it be that you are Xie Wule?"
Before Xie Wule could answer, Liu Zhi immediately denied himself and said: "How is it possible? How could Xie Wule come to this remote place like yours?"
"Sorry, brother Xie."
Xie Wule didn't expect Liu Zhi's reaction, and he didn't know what had happened in the past ten years, so he planned to ask for some information: "Brother Liu, who do you think this Xie Wule is? Why are you so excited when you mention him?"
Liu Zhi was shocked: "What? Brother Xie, you don't know who Xie Wule is? After all, he is from the same family as yours."
"I'm really sorry. I really don't know. I hope Brother Liu can tell me." Xie Wule asked modestly.
Liu Zhi went back to the house, put down the rice noodles, and invited Xie Wule into the house: "Let's go in and sit and chat."
Xie Wule followed him and saw that the table was placed in front of the window. There were many rice papers on the table and pens and ink were placed aside. It turned out that this man was still a literati.
The two sat down. Liu Zhi began his long speech.
"Thank you Wule, that's amazing!"
"Ten years ago, our country was still at war with the Mo people. It was hard to beat them to death. When facing the enemy commander Gou Ba, even the general Ye Wujiang was at a disadvantage."
"At this moment, Xie Wule appeared from the sky, like a god descending to earth. I heard that he could sweep ten people with one sword, and the situation suddenly turned around. One man held the sword seven times in and seven out, looking at the silent army as if it were nothing, and killed them. Defeated."
"Under the siege of many silent soldiers, taking the enemy general's head is like picking out an object from a bag, so majestic! He led us to defeat the silent army."
"The imperial court rewarded him with tens of thousands of gold for his performance and made him a princess. This is a very high honor."
"Then, Xie Wule swept through many martial arts masters and won the position of leader of the martial arts alliance. In the past ten years, no one has won the title of alliance leader from him."
"He is a magical dragon who sees his head but never ends. Very few people have seen his appearance. His whereabouts are mysterious. He also calms down everything in the world and maintains order in the world."
Xie Wule listened with great interest and couldn't help but chuckle. It seems that the person Yang Yi hired to handle his affairs was also very difficult.
Liu Zhi was a little dissatisfied: "Brother Xie, why are you laughing?"
Xie Wule apologized hurriedly. It seemed that Liu Zhi still defended himself very much: "I'm sorry, Brother Liu, I'm just curious about why you know Xie Wule so well. Maybe he himself is not so clear about these things."
This time Liu Zhi smiled sheepishly: "Actually, I'm not satisfied with you, Brother Xie. I'm a book writer. The latest book I wrote has Xie Wule as the protagonist, telling his heroic deeds."
Xie Wule heard this and glanced at the rice paper on the table. There was indeed a pile of rice paper densely covered with writing: "Is that that? Can you lend it to me?"
Liu Zhi was obviously a little confused, but finally nodded: "Of course."
Xie Wule looked at a few pictures at random: "Brother Liu, come on! Write something that will sell well."
Liu Zhi was obviously in an even higher mood: "Thank you so much, brother, I will definitely write it out as soon as possible."
In the blink of an eye, it had been more than a month since he came to this small town, and Xie Wule came to the clearing in the mountains to practice his sword as usual.
I want to understand the principle of yin and yang interacting with each other, but it is still difficult to integrate it into reality.
While I was resting, I suddenly saw a man carrying firewood in front of me carrying a pole. This was quite normal. In the small town, people often collect firewood and sell it to people who have no time to collect firewood or have limited mobility. But when the man came closer, he discovered that it was Liu Zhi.
Xie Wule was quite shocked. Liu Zhi devoted himself to writing the book. He usually only picked up the firewood he needed, but would never pick up so much.
"Brother Liu." Xie Wule took the initiative to go and greet him.
Liu Zhiben is thin, and now he is walking unsteadily while carrying firewood: "Brother Xie, are you here to collect firewood too?"
"Yeah, I didn't expect to meet you, Brother Liu, by such a chance." Xie Wule laughed and brushed off his own affairs: "Brother Liu, why did you pick up so much firewood? Are you selling it?"
Liu Zhi's eyes were evasive. If the person he least wanted to meet now was Xie Wule, "Yes, I'm going to sell it."
"In this case, do you still have time to write a book?"
Liu Zhi was even more ashamed and lowered his head: "To be honest with you, Brother Xie, I actually stopped moving half a month ago. I'm sorry for your expectations, Brother Xie."
"But I am quite a rogue. My mother is sick at home, so I have to make money to treat her."
Xie Wule nodded, knowing that birth, aging, illness and death are common problems in the world: "What about after the disease is cured?"
Liu Zhi was silent for a moment and shook his head: "No, at my age, there are elderly people who need to be taken care of, and I also have to get married and support a family. I should have a few taels of silver in my waist, so I can no longer let myself use my loyalty."
"Besides, I write books on a whim. After the passion wears off, I get bored and I feel very resistant to writing every day. Even if this hadn't happened, I wouldn't have been able to hold on for much longer."
"Taking a step back, I persevered and kept writing every day. My poor writing style and empty imagination made the stories I wrote empty and boring, like chewing wax."
Xie Wule looked at Liu Zhi's leaving figure and remained silent. A few taels of broken silver stumped many heroes. If you saw something when you were born and used it, then you have it. If you didn't have it when you were born, there is a high probability that you will never interact with it in this life.
Maybe it's because he can live freely even though he hasn't worked for ten years, but Xie Wule doesn't have much understanding of money. But now that he saw Liu Zhi's appearance, he lost his mind for a moment.
Xie Wule was in a confused mood. When was the last time you worked hard to make money?
In order to marry Liu Yucheng, he went to build the Great Wall every night. Xie Wule recalled the feeling of pain all over his body.
Not long after Liu Zhicai returned home and sat down, there was a knock on the door. After putting the copper coins he got from selling firewood into his purse, Liu Zhi got up.
"Brother Xie, wait a minute." Except for Xie Wule, no one would knock on his door: "Brother Xie, what's the matter?"
Xie Wule looked around the room. The table that was once covered with rice paper was now almost clean: "Brother Liu, have you really decided not to write a book?"
"I didn't expect Brother Xie to come here for this." Liu Zhi smiled, turned around and took out a box, opening it in front of Xie Wule. There were neatly stacked pens, inks, paper and inkstones inside: "I have been writing for so long, and if I really want to give up halfway, it is still a bit awkward. Reluctant to give up."
"But what can I do?" Liu Zhi closed the box and put it back: "This is the reality. I never told Brother Xie about this before, because I felt ashamed of Brother Xie's expectations, so I have to say it now. Yes, I feel much better."
Seeing Liu Zhi smiling with relief, Xie Wule was also stunned.
Even if there is reluctance, this is Liu Zhi's own choice, not to mention that now it seems that Liu Zhi has given up.
Maybe it's because I can't let it go. Ever since I learned that someone was writing a book for me, I have been looking forward to completing it. Finally, I want to give myself a legitimate excuse to help others achieve their ideals. Ignore other people's wishes and encourage them to continue writing. What is there to write about this little story of mine?
Xie Wule took out a few taels of silver and handed it to Liu Zhi: "Brother Liu, this money is for me to pay for your mother's medical treatment. I'm about to move out. Just treat it as a parting gift."
Liu Zhi still wanted to refuse, but seeing Xie Wule's determined expression, he did not shirk anymore.
"Brother Liu, you have been writing stories about Xie Wule for so long. Have you ever thought about what he looks like when you meet him? Is it different from what you heard?"
Liu Zhi didn't understand the meaning of Xie Wule's words and was a little puzzled, but he affirmed: "I heard that he is a chivalrous and heroic hero. If possible, it would be best to meet him, but how can someone like me... .”
Before Liu Zhi finished speaking, Xie Wule was no longer in front of him. He jumped back and flew to the back of the house where Xie Wule rented.
Xie Wule stood on the back of the house, his long sword and flowers dancing for Liu Zhiyi.
Liu Zhi was fascinated, and at the same time, Xie Wule's voice came to his ears.
Brother Liu, I'm sorry for keeping this secret from you. In fact, I am the Xie Wule you often mention.
I am not the hero who serves the country and the people as you say, nor am I as powerful as you say.
I am selfish and timid, everything I do is just for myself; I am hesitant in doing things, and I have let down many people who treat me well.
Although I am the princess of Chiyang County and the leader of the alliance, I have never done anything. It's a pity that I broke your imagination about Xie Wule.
Feel sorry!
After another apology, Xie Wule disappeared.
Liu Zhi looked at the silver in his hand and couldn't let go for a long time. .
