Zhang Xiaoyu stood in the alley, holding the scabbard and looking at this scene with his head tilted, feeling very strange.
Where is such a swordsman?
This place has an unusual atmosphere everywhere.
Zhang Xiaoyu thought silently.
Not weird.
is unusual.
It's like someone built a tall building in Huaidu, but ended up putting a broken wooden bed.
Zhang Xiaoyu's mind was a little confused.
I was about to look back at the blacksmith stand by the Jianyi Lake.
But he found that there was a young man in green clothes behind him, holding a wine gourd in his hand, looking at him with a smile.
The wine in the wine gourd had a burning smell, just like the smell Zhang Xiaoyu had smelled before.
"Are you a winemaker?" Zhang Xiaoyu looked away from the boy's wine mustard and looked at the boy and asked.
The young man in Qingshang shook his head and said, "I drink."
Zhang Xiaoyu frowned and looked at the young man, thought for a long time, and said, "I think you look familiar."
The young man in Qingshang smiled and said, "Why does it look familiar?"
Zhang Xiaoyu thought for a long time, but couldn't figure out why he felt familiar.
So he said truthfully: "I don't know either."
Zhang Xiaoyu is very honest.
He himself didn't know why he was so honest.
The young man in Qing Shang didn't say anything, he just drank and looked at him with a smile.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked out of the alley and asked, "Where is this?"
The young man Qingshang thought for a while and said: "A small town, an unknown small town."
Zhang Xiaoyu nodded and said, "That's Wuming Town?"
The young man in Qingshang drank wine and walked out of the alley, and said calmly: "It can also be called Sanjue Town."
Zhang Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows and said, "What three skills?"
Isn’t it better to be number one and not be impulsive?
The young man in Qingshang didn't answer, he just stood at the entrance of the alley and looked back at Zhang Xiaoyu and smiled.
The man who was showing off his best sword in the world saw the young man walking over, and he looked quite proud and raised the flat fish sword in front of the young man.
"How about it, Cao Weiying, how good is my sword?"
So he is what men call Cao Weiying?
Zhang Xiaoyu thought thoughtfully in the alley. It seemed that this boy was very important in the town.
Cao Weiying took the sword from the man, hung the gourd on her waist, waved it casually, and said with a smile: "Very good."
Cao Weiying's movement of swinging the sword was very ordinary, but Zhang Xiaoyu in the alley was startled.
Looking back towards the big lake.
The wind was slowly dying down over the lake.
It was as if there had been a huge sword wind just now.
When he turned around again, Cao Weiying had stopped and returned the sword to the man with a smile.
"Knock it on me next time too."
The man agreed wholeheartedly and walked away happily holding his sword in his arms.
Zhang Xiaoyu walked out of the alley, and Cao Weiying, a young man in Qingshang, leaned against the wall holding a gourd. The spring sunlight filtered down from the eaves, illuminating his smile with a bright smile.
"Is that sword really good at fighting?"
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Cao Weiying with some suspicion, thinking that he was fooling the man.
Cao Weiying looked at the back of the man who was leaving, but said very seriously: "You really played well."
"Why?"
Cao Weiying turned to look at Zhang Xiaoyu for a long time and said, "Suppose you just started playing cards and even though your playing was lousy, you still messed up. Do you think it was a good or bad game?"
Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a long time and said, "Then it should be a good fight."
"That's it." Cao Weiying said with a smile.
"So there's no other blacksmith in town?"
"No."
"Then where did those broken swords come from?"
Cao Weiying looked back at the big lake and said with a chuckle: "I picked it up for free. Maybe some people like to throw swords everywhere, but after losing them, they can't find them anywhere, so they keep them all."
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Cao Weiying's movements and looked into the lake together.
"All lost in the lake?"
"It was all lost in the lake."
"..." Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a long time and sighed, "They are indeed some talents."
Cao Weiying chuckled softly, holding the wine gourd and walking towards the other side of the street.
"You have to take your time. Maybe in the future he will be the best at blacksmithing, and those people will also be the best at throwing swords?"
Zhang Xiaoyu quietly watched Cao Weiying's leaving figure in the alley.
He thought he should guess something.
But those things were too shocking.
So he didn't dare to guess.
Didn't even ask.
He just watched the young man leave in silence.
Then he walked back to the big lake and looked at the newly built blacksmith platform in silence, and then at the lake of sword water.
"It's rare to see senior brother practicing." Nan Dao's voice came from behind.
Zhang Xiaoyu turned around and realized that he had returned to the Wind Listening Terrace.
Nan Dao limped upstairs holding an umbrella, looking at Zhang Xiaoyu sitting on the stage and said.
Zhang Xiaoyu stood up and looked back at the drizzle outside the building.
The first time he encountered such a thing always made him feel a little dazed. Even if he saw the drizzle, he always thought that there was spring light flowing slowly in the bamboo forest outside.
This feeling made Zhang Xiaoyu a little panicked, but he hid it well and said with a smile: "After all, the great road does not come from sleeping."
Nan Dao remembered the story about Zhang Xiaoyu told by the female swordsman at the top of the city.
"So apart from playing cards and sleeping, senior brother really doesn't practice much?"
Zhang Xiaoyu stretched, turned around with a smile, looked at Nan Dao and said: "I'm cultivating, but I hide it better. Think about it, if I practice diligently, I will be where I am now." I will definitely take it for granted, but if I play cards all day long and practice secretly when no one can see me, when they see you playing cards every day and doing this, they will say, damn! This kid is inhumane!"
Zhang Xiaoyu came over, patted Nan Dao on the shoulder, and said hey, "Isn't this more impactful?"
Nan Dao was silent.
"Junior brother, you are still far from perfect in practicing the art of showing off!"
Zhang Xiaoyu walked downstairs with a scabbard on his back.
Nan Dao stood at the top of the stairs, looking at the back of Zhang Xiaoyu walking down leisurely, but thinking silently in his heart.
This is indeed very good.
But I am not a person who should show off.
Isn't it?
Nan Dao walked to the edge of the Tingfeng Tower, took off his sword from behind and put it on his knees.
The dry puddles in the divine sea are slowly filling with water.
Taohua walked to the puddle, lowered her head and looked into the puddle, and the puddle turned into the sea.
Taohua stood by the river entering the sea, looking at the Tao tree that was slowly blooming, and then turned to look at a large lake in the distance.
The little boy was still immersed in those dreams.
Taohua looked over there quietly.
What dream is so long yet peaceful?
...
Nan Dao was walking in a quiet spring day, without an umbrella, like an ordinary teenager, carrying some food, planning to go find some friends to eat and drink under the tree for a while, and then go back when night fell.
How did that sentence come about? Nan Dao remembered that when he passed by the school in the town, he heard the teacher inside teaching something.
Probably - Mo Chun, the spring clothes are ready, there are five or six crown princes, six or seven boys, bathing in Yi, dancing in the wind, chanting and returning.
Isn't it the time of late spring?
Nan Dao looked up at Haruhi, thinking that today should be March 29th?
Spring is almost over!
I wonder if someone’s troubles will pass with the passing of spring.
Who is this person?
Nan Dao recalled the thought he had just had in a strange way.
Have you ever known someone who sighed at something strange in the spring?
Nan Dao thought about it for a long time, but couldn't figure it out, so he held the food in his arms, walked out of the shade of the trees on the street, and ran towards the door of a yard not far away. He knocked on the door for a long time before someone left. When he came to open the door, he saw a woman in her thirties holding a baby in her arms.
"Is Chen He at home?"
Looking at the woman, Nan Dao always felt a little weird, but he couldn't remember what was weird about it. He couldn't seem to remember her name. It was strange. He had lived in a small town for more than ten years, how could he not remember it?
But Nan Dao didn't think much and just asked if the first friend he was looking for was there.
The woman looked at Nan Dao strangely and asked.
"Who are you looking for?"
"Chen He, the tofu seller!" Nan Dao said.
The woman laughed, and the child in her arms giggled.
"You made the wrong mistake. We don't sell tofu. There is no one named Chen He in my family, and no one named Chen."
Nan Dao tilted his head, then went back and looked at it carefully several times, feeling that he must have made a mistake.
"There should be no one named Chen He around here." The woman said kindly.
Nan Dao left there and stood under the tree with his head tilted and thought for a long time. Did he really make a mistake?
Forget it, let’s go find the guy named Zhang Xiaoyu first.
Nan Dao opened the food in his arms and looked at it. It was very tempting. The top one was a roast chicken.
Let’s wait until everyone is here to eat the roast chicken.
Nan Dao flipped through it as he walked.
Um?
Why is there a mahjong match?
No wonder it’s so heavy!
Nan Dao took out the bag of mahjong and was about to throw it away. After a moment of hesitation, he kept it. Then he randomly found a cold sugar and oil cake and ate it while walking towards Zhang Xiaoyu's house.
We walked for a long time from Nandao to Zhenxi.
Then I got the second bad news.
There is no one named Zhang Xiaoyu here either.
This time, Nandao didn't hesitate anymore. He hugged his things and continued to go south.
However, when I found him in the afternoon, I still couldn't find any of my friends.
Nan Dao sat by the small river in the town, looking at the dusk in the sky with sadness.
It turns out that I don’t have any friends?
It's really strange, I clearly remember it.
But it was too late for him to go back and look for it again.
Nan Dao opened the bag of food by the river at dusk.
There is wine, wine infused with peach blossoms, and sizzling tofu, packed in a food box...
Nan Dao didn't know where he got all these messy food, and he stuffed them all inside. Looking at the mahjong set beside him, Nan Dao dug into the bag again.
For some reason, he thought a wheelchair would be pulled out from inside.
But this weird thing didn't happen.
After setting up the things, Nan Dao sat under the trees by the river, enjoying the evening breeze, watching the sunset, facing the sparkling waves of the river, and started eating.
It’s a perfect day when you don’t need to hold an umbrella!
Nan Dao suddenly thought of this.
Then he was stunned again.
Hold an umbrella?
He looked up at the sky.
What fool is holding an umbrella there for no reason?
Nan Dao laughed. It rained yesterday and he didn't even hold an umbrella.
By the way, what were you doing yesterday?
Nan Dao thought about it for a long time before he remembered. He went out to buy wine yesterday. His father had a sudden idea and wanted to learn how to iron. After playing for a while, he lay down grunting and said he was tired, and asked Nan Dao to go. Buy some wine and drink it back.
Although Nan Dao really wanted to lie down in the backyard and bask in the sun, he still went out and bought a jar of wine and secretly hid some of it, thinking that he would invite some friends to go out to drink and play together today.
But no one was found.
How strange.
Nan Dao thought while drinking.
There were some footsteps coming from behind, rustling on the leaves under the trees by the river.
Could it be that one of them changed his mind and decided not to lie to himself?
Nan Dao turned around with some surprise, only to find that it was not Chen He and the others who came, but a young man wearing blue clothes.
Nan Dao always felt that he was a little familiar. It wasn't until the boy sat down beside him and started drinking with his own wine that Nan Dao remembered who he was.
He is the teacher from the school in the town.
People like Nan Dao who did not go to school for enlightenment also knew him.
Because he is too young.
Nan Dao can no longer remember when this gentleman came to the town. In short, when he came, the people in the town were very suspicious.
Can you teach me well at such a young age?
But then people stopped doubting it.
Because he teaches really well.
The sentence that Nan Dao thought of before was what he heard from his mouth.
What is this gentleman's name?
It seems like calling grass a firefly?
What a weird name, not as nice as my own Nandao.
Nan Dao was still thinking that the schoolteacher named Cao Weiying had already drank almost half of his wine.
Nan Dao didn't mean to feel bad, but he just thought that drinking like this would cause someone an accident. I heard that many people in the town still like this gentleman very much. If something happens, their blacksmith shop will not be able to live in peace.
So Nan Dao quickly took the wine bottle back from Cao Weiying's hand, opened the lid and took a look.
"Aren't any of your friends here?"
Cao Weiying wiped the drink from the corner of her mouth, looked at Nan Dao and said with a smile.
Nan Dao put down the wine bottle and looked down at the pile of food in front of him. He didn't care about why Cao Weiying knew this. He sighed and said, "Yeah, I don't know where they went. It hurt me." People are lonely here looking at the scenery."
Cao Weiying said with a soft smile: "That really makes people unable to be happy."
Nan Dao looked at Cao Weiying and saw that he also came alone, so he asked curiously: "Where is your friend?"
Cao Weiying looked at the stream with a smile and said slowly: "My friends are all dead."
"Dead?" Nan Dao was shocked, "Why?"
Cao Weiying looked at the twilight river and said softly: "It's just birth, old age, illness and death. There may be some stories, but I can't remember them."
Nan Dao took a sip from the wine flask, then handed it back to Cao Weiying and said, "Sorry, I asked about your sadness."
Cao Weiying was not sad, but looked a little melancholy. She picked up the wine bottle and started drinking again.
"That's all right."
Cao Weiying took a sip of wine and said softly.
"It's a good thing that someone can ask. Otherwise, it might be too long without anyone asking, and I wouldn't even remember it. It turns out that I once had some friends."
Cao Weiying said, but paused.
Nan Dao looked at Cao Weiying and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Cao Weiying smiled helplessly and said, "I'm wondering what their last names are."
"..." Nan Dao was speechless, "I can't even remember your last name. It must have been many years ago. Could it be that they were your childhood playmates?"
"Yes, it has been many years." Cao Weiying said softly, but he did not answer the latter question.
The two of them were eating and chatting by the river, and the sky gradually fell into that orange-like color.
Nan Dao started to clean up the mess, packed up some of the remaining food, and forced a chicken leg that the two of them had been pushing away for a long time to Cao Weiying, hung the wine bottle on his waist, and then found something unknown beside him. There was a folded black umbrella.
"Is this your umbrella?"
Nan Dao picked up the umbrella and handed it to Cao Weiying. Cao Weiying gnawed on the chicken leg and said vaguely: "It's not mine. It was here when I came. Isn't it your umbrella?"
Nan Dao scratched his head and wondered if he had brought an umbrella with him today?
After thinking about it for a long time, I didn't think of it. I looked down at the umbrella. It looked very strong, so I simply put it under my arm. Picking up an umbrella for nothing is a small gain?
The two left the river and walked towards the streets of the town.
The school is in the same direction as Nan Dao's home, so the two of them have to travel together for a long time.
For some reason in the dusk, rain gradually started to fall. Nan Dao looked up and thought what a coincidence. When it was about to rain, he picked up an umbrella and took out the umbrella. Just as he was about to open it, he saw Cao Weiying on the side looking at him with a very strange look.
There are many colors in the young man's eyes, regret, regret, pity?
Nan Dao looked at Cao Weiying blankly for a long time and said, "What's wrong?"
Cao Weiying gnawed on the chicken leg, turned around and looked at the pedestrians on the long street. Among the sparse passers-by crossing the long street, there were not many people who started to hold umbrellas.
"Do you really want to hold an umbrella?"
Cao Weiying asked.
Nan Dao looked down at the umbrella in his hand, and then looked up at the raindrops dripping in the dim yellow color.
"What's wrong with holding an umbrella?"
Cao Weiying said softly: "There may be, for example, once you open this umbrella, you may never be able to put it down again."
Nan Dao was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Sir, you really know how to joke."
Holding this umbrella, you will no longer be a mortal, and you will no longer be able to touch the lust of the world.
No matter how you listen to it, it sounds like lines from a storybook.
Cao Weiying just smiled.
So Nan Dao opened the umbrella, looked up at the twilight sky, and leaned towards Cao Weiying.
The two of them stood under the umbrella together and looked at the dusk.
"Look, I'm holding an umbrella, nothing happens, hehe."
Cao Weiying just smiled, then walked out from under the umbrella, gnawing on the chicken legs and walked to the side.
Nan Dao looked at Cao Weiying's leaving figure and asked strangely: "Where are you going?"
Cao Weiying said without looking back: "There are some things."
Nan Dao shrugged and headed towards the blacksmith shop in the direction he came from.
Cao Weiying walked for a while, then stopped, looked down at the chicken drumstick in her hand, and then looked in the direction Nan Dao left.
But he was talking to himself.
"Will this kid say that I have done all kinds of bad things in the future?"
That umbrella was indeed brought by him.
Cao Weiying sighed and shook his head.
Then the figure disappeared into the town.
