Zhang Xiaoyu was very distressed, and Nan Dao was also distressed.
As Bai He said, there is never a big or small matter.
If it concerns oneself, it is a big deal.
Nan Dao took the written letter and limped around the south of the city for a day, but could not find a postman who could deliver it to Donghai.
For the South Island, this is a big deal.
If the letter cannot be delivered, Qiu Xi'er will not know that she is thinking about her.
Then maybe you will forget about yourself.
Nan Dao was walking by the river in a depressed mood, and then he heard someone calling him.
After searching around, I found a familiar boat parked under a small bridge not far away. The bow of the boat was stretched out under the bridge hole, and the girl Shushu was sitting on the bow to hide from the rain.
"I see you're looking a little worried. Is there anything you need from me?"
Nan Dao walked over holding an umbrella and heard Shushu sitting cross-legged on the bow of the boat and talking with a smile.
Still a familiar smell.
Nan Dao stopped at the end of the bridge, looked at Shushu below, and asked, "How come you know it again?"
Shushu chuckled, raised his hand and pointed at the last line of words on the rag, and said, "Because Shushu has a premonition that he will make money."
Nan Dao sighed and said, "Your premonition is so accurate!"
Shushu said quite proudly: "Zhushu, I have been walking around the world for many years. I can tell at a glance who needs help and who does not."
Nan Dao raised his eyebrows, looked at Shushu and said, "Guess what help I need today?"
Shushu pretended to observe Nandao for a long time, then said confidently: "You want to deliver a message."
Nan Dao was stunned and looked at Shushu in surprise.
"How did you know?"
Shushu wanted to be mysterious for a while, but when he saw Nan Dao's innocent expression, he burst out laughing and said: "Because I have seen you several times before, and I have been asking others where I can send letters to the East China Sea, and What’s wrong with your legs?”
Nan Dao's face felt a little hot, as if his little secret had been discovered, and he looked around to himself.
"It's okay, I fell a little. Why hasn't the rain stopped today?"
"It won't stop for a while." Shushu said with a sigh as he exposed half of his head under the bridge, "Zhushu is very sensitive to the weather. It may rain in the past few days."
"Okay." Nandao didn't expect Shushu to answer this question seriously.
"So do you want to send your letter?" Shushu asked.
"Can you deliver it?"
"I can't, but I know a lot of friends who can."
"That's to the East China Sea, not near Nanyi City." Nan Dao emphasized, fearing that Shushu would forget.
"I know, but Shushu has a lot of little demon friends. We used to run around together, but Shushu was trapped on the Nanyi River doing good deeds, and now he can watch them running around." Shushu said with a sad face. , "I don't know when this day will end."
Shushu lamented for a while, and when he saw Nan Dao staring at him, he remembered what the two of them were talking about. He patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, leave it to Shushu. Wait until one day Shushu's friends come back to play with Shushu." , Shushu asked them to help send it there."
Nan Dao hesitated for a while and said, "Is your friend reliable?"
Shushu nodded.
Nan Dao hesitated for a while, then took out the folded paper from his arms, opened it and checked it for a while, then reached out from the bridge and handed it to Shushu.
Shushu took it and subconsciously wanted to open it and take a look. Then he looked up and met Nan Dao's eyes. He smiled awkwardly and said, "Sorry, I'm used to it."
Nan Dao sighed and said, "You can take a look, but you must remember to send it over, to Mojian Cliff..."
Shushu was stunned for a moment and asked: "Where?"
"Mojian Cliff."
"no!"
"why not?"
"You have to pay more!"
"..." Nan Dao was silent for a while, then said, "How much."
"Two cents!"
Shushu said with gritted teeth.
Nan Dao looked at Shushu and said, "Why are you so excited?"
"That's Mojian Cliff!" Shushu said loudly, "Did you think you were going to those small sword sects in Lingnan?"
People around looked over.
Shushu blushed and retreated into the cabin.
After a long time, he poked his head out again and stretched out his hand towards the bridge.
Nan Dao took out two cents from the little savings he had, stuffed it into Shushu's hand, and said uneasily: "It's still the same old rules. If it doesn't work, I will take the money back. I am now But let me tell you as a practitioner, it’s very powerful.”
Shushu sneered twice and said, "Okay, okay."
So the deal is over.
The two of them stared at each other.
Nan Dao thought for a while and asked: "I have another question, but I have forgotten to ask it."
"what is the problem?"
"Why can't you leave Nanyi River?" Nan Dao was quite curious.
Shushu lamented and sat down on the bow of the boat again, saying: "I don't know, anyway, that's what the old bastard who was missing a door told me - don't step foot on the river bank, otherwise your destiny will be deviated. "
"You also know that Shushu is just a little demon, and that old man is the top cultivator in the world. He has said so, how can I dare to try it."
Nan Dao was silent for a while. He had also been frightened by a fortune teller. It seemed that that person's words had this kind of virtue, making you half understand, but you couldn't find anything wrong.
"Then have you ever asked what your catastrophe is?" Nan Dao asked, looking at Shushu.
Shushu shook his head and said: "How dare I ask? I didn't expect it to be stolen from him before I stole it. You said that I am missing a sect master. If you don't stay in the temple, you have to run to the street." Watching the rain, I saw the beautiful mirror, so I wanted to steal it to comb my hair..." When Shushu said this, he touched some messy hair under his felt hat, but he became a little shy. "At that time, I liked a little demon from Fengqiling. I wanted to dress up every day and then go watch the sunset with him..."
Shushu sighed and continued: "Then it was gone. I wrote him a letter that day and asked Qingqing to take it over - Qingqing is a friend of mine, a little kingfisher. When the time comes, your letter will be sent to me. I will ask her to help deliver it to Donghai. Unfortunately, I was arrested right after delivering the letter. I don’t know if he will blame me for breaking the promise."
Shushu fell silent as he spoke, looking down at the river.
Nan Dao looked at the lost Shushu, a little at a loss. After thinking for a while, he said, "Didn't you say you wanted to be a sword cultivator last time?"
Shushu looked up at Nandao and asked strangely: "Is there a conflict between ideals and love?"
Nan Dao thought for a long time and said, "I don't know."
Shushu also thought about it for a long time.
But nothing more was said.
Come to think of it, she didn't know either.
The two looked at Yu for a long time. Nan Dao smiled and said, "It's okay, he will definitely be waiting for you there."
Shushu forced a smile and said, "I hope he didn't wait for me. If he didn't wait, there would be no resentment. The longer he waits, the more he will blame Shushu for breaking the promise."
"It's better not to come."
Shushu said to himself.
Nan Dao thought for a long time, and it seemed that this was indeed the case, so he didn't say any more, looked at the sky in the rain, and said: "It's getting late, I should go back."
"OK."
Shushu hugged his knees and sat on the head of the boat in a daze.
It wasn't until Nandao limped away for a long time that Shushu realized what he was doing.
Did I forget to ask him his story again?
Forget it.
Definitely next time.
...
When Nan Dao returned to Xuanxuyuan, the rain had abated a little but had not stopped, and the courtyard was filled with dusk colors.
Mr. Mei was holding the heater under the eaves of the porter's house and watching the rain.
Nan Dao walked over holding an umbrella and said hello softly.
"Mr. Mei."
Mr. Mei seems to be in better condition these days. He is standing under the eaves with a slight smile on his face.
After calling Nan Dao over, Mr. Mei went back and wanted to move a chair for Nan Dao to sit on, considering that Nan Dao had some difficulty in moving.
Nan Dao quickly refused.
"I'll go back soon."
Seeing Nan Dao's insistence, Mr. Mei did not move out. He held Nan Dao's shoulder and warned him: "Please be careful next time when you go downstairs. When you are young, it seems that it is fine if you fall, but it will easily become an old problem in the future." of."
Nan Dao was silent for a while, feeling extremely complicated, so he turned his head and pretended to look at the rain, and said softly: "I understand."
"During this period, you should try your best to move around as little as possible. If anything happens, ask Chen He to help you. Don't think that you can do whatever you want after you start practicing. Have you ever heard that there was a major repair at Mojian Cliff before? If you have a broken leg, will you be walking with a limp for the rest of your life? I won’t be using a cane by then, so you need to use a cane first."
Mr. Mei continued.
Listening to Mr. Mei's words, Nan Dao always felt that Mr. Mei suddenly seemed much older.
Started to chatter a little.
But Nan Dao didn't get bored.
I just feel guilty.
So he listened quietly, nodded seriously, and said, "I listen to you."
Mr. Mei looked at Nan Dao strangely, "Why do I feel that something is wrong with you?"
Nan Dao was afraid that Mr. Mei would notice something was wrong, so he turned back, looked at Chun Yu and said with a smile: "After all, I fell down, so I should understand something."
When Mr. Mei heard this, he was quite relieved. He nodded and said, "Yes, yes. I hope Xiao Diezi won't blame me when she grows up."
"Why do I blame you?" Nan Dao was a little curious about this sentence, and recalled the conversation between Li Die and Zhang Xiaoyu when he was brought to the hospital to enroll.
Mr. Mei just shook his head and said nothing.
The two watched the rain quietly.
The colors of dusk are gradually getting richer on the horizon, like a sweet and greasy persimmon.
Mr. Mei patted Nan Dao on the shoulder and said, "If you have nothing to do, go back and rest early. When Chen He comes, I will have a good talk with him and ask him to help you more."
Nan Dao nodded and walked slowly on the path with an umbrella and a sword.
Then I heard Mr. Mei say from behind: "After your leg heals, if you are not busy with practice, you can come and talk to me."
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "Okay."
Mr. Mei seemed to be smiling happily from behind.
Nan Dao didn't look back and limped along in the rain holding an umbrella.
Nan Dao still didn't know whether he was right or wrong in not telling the origin of the snow.
So I was silent in the rain.
This pain is far heavier than a broken leg.
