The northwest wind was howling outside the door, and the snow was like goose feathers, and before it was dark, the northeast villages that were originally green and green had been dyed waxy by this sudden heavy snow. The wind is still roaring, the snow is still drifting, but the fire kang inside the door has baked the whole room warm, and even Qi Baoxi, who has always been afraid of the cold, took off the thick down jacket, revealing the perfect body line outlined by the thin sweater.

The wine is the wine made by the old village elders of Lijia Village from their own grains, the color is yellowish, the degree is not counted, but the entrance is fragrant and sweet, even the Wang family, who has always been quite picky about wine, is full of praise. The dishes are mainly wild game in the mountains, mountain jumping, roe deer is common, among which there is actually a wild boar that the old man took people into the forest to hunt this summer, and it was wiped with salt in summer, and now it is only half dried, but the entrance is still refreshing and tender.

Except for Li Debao's daughter-in-law and Aunt Qiao, who were still busy with the last two dishes in the kitchen, the rest of the people were sitting around the table on the kang, drinking, and talking. I drink home-brewed wine and speak my own words. Lao Yan seemed to be in a good mood, drank a lot of wine, and said a lot of things, including nostalgia for his sister Qiu Luo, resentment towards the white-eyed wolf who said goodbye, and regret for this nephew who was found after more than 20 years. Lao Yan suddenly remembered one thing, and said that it was raining heavily the winter before last, and a sturdy young man who looked strange and good-looking came here, and he looked almost as good-looking as Qiu Luo back then.

Li Yundao took a sip of the liquor in the cup and said, it should be my second brother, his name is Li Huiyou.

Lao Yanqi said, Qiu Luo didn't say that she gave birth to two babies?

Li Yundao shook his head, according to the master, we should not be related by blood.

Lao Yan nodded, it was difficult for the great monk. Lao Yan did not know the difference between a monk and a lama, in his opinion, those who entered the Buddhist sect, regardless of Mahayana or Hinayana, were all monks.

Wang Xiaobei and Bai Xiaoxiong have their own concerns, so they rarely interject to speak, but Qi Baoxi interjects from time to time, asking east and west, she is very curious about this almost isolated small village in the northeast, and she is also curious about the customs here, and she is even more curious about Li Yundao's confusing and inexplicable life experience. This national goddess finally ended the filming work in Hengdian, because of the last time in Jiangnan, the company granted her a vacation for a period of time, and she contacted Li Yundao before she returned to Běi, as soon as she heard that Li Yundao was going to the Northeast, she had to keep up with everything, and as a result, she flew directly from Xiaoshan Airport to Harbin, and after meeting Li Yundao and Li Yundao at the airport, they killed all the way here. She was still thinking about Wang Xiaobei, a rich child of the third generation of red, whether he was shot in the brain or kicked by a donkey, he would follow Li Yundao to a place where this kind of bird does not, but when she arrived at the place, she found that not only did Li Yundao really find her mother's mother's family, but even Wang Xiaobei and his follower Bai Xiaoxiong had some strange expressions.

Five men, two jars of local wine soon bottomed out, Li Debao said with an embarrassed face: "Dad, there is no wine at home." ”

Lao Yan waved his hand and smiled disappetically at a few guests: "In the countryside, wine is very rare, and the hospitality is not good." ”

Bai Xiaoxiong jumped off the kang and rushed out without putting on his clothes, and when he came back, he had two more boxes of běi's original Erguotou in his hand. took five bottles out, one bottle for each gentleman, and Qi Wo Shui was not happy: "Why do you have wine to drink but I don't?"

Li Yundao said embarrassedly: "This wine is very strong." ”

Qi Qiushui stretched out his hand and snatched the wine bottle in Li Yundao's hand, regardless of the fact that Li Yundao had already tasted the bottle just now, he actually directly looked at the bottle mouth to show his lips, took a small sip, and with a bang, Qi Qiushui's cheeks were red, and he actually showed a hearty expression: "Happy!"

Several men were dumbfounded, Li Yundao took another bottle and opened it, and directly raised the bottle: "Come, taste the old běi essence's local wine." ”

Lao Yan and Li Debao both took a sip carefully, Lao Yan was fine, only frowned and said, this wine is really very brewed. His son Li Debao directly choked a big mouthful, turned around and coughed for a long time, before his face turned red and sighed with emotion, it was so fucking fierce, his stomach was about to catch fire.

A table of men laughed, and later Li Debao's daughter-in-law Aunt Qiao also joined, but I didn't expect this woman's amount of wine and wine gall to be very good, with Liang Hongyu's sassy and heroic posture, two bottles of two pots into the abdomen did not change color, so that the empty wine gall and no amount of wine Wang Jiaxuan almost couldn't parry.

In the dead of night, the wind did not stop, and the dogs in the village seemed to be cowering into their nests with fear, and the entire Lijia Village, which was located on the edge of the primeval forest, was quiet. The north-west wind blew through the primeval forest on the north side, and then through the isolated village, and the whole world seemed to hear the rest of the raging wind.

At some point, the goose-feathered snow had just stopped, and by this time, the snow on the ground was already covering the upper of the shoes. The door of the firewood courtyard shook suddenly, and the thinly dressed young man walked out of the courtyard gate, looked up at the night sky, which was not known whether it was black or blue, and let out a long breath.

It was late at night. The snow stopped.

Mother, I'm back.

He didn't speak, just whispered something in his heart. The wind was still very strong, but fortunately it was not yet minus 20 degrees Celsius, otherwise he would have to get sick if he came out to shake around in his light clothes. He was also wearing a pair of cloth shoes with very thin soles, and the shoes made a creaking sound in the snow, but fortunately, unlike the wet snow in the south, the snow in the northeast was very dry, and he stepped on it all the way, except for a series of footprints left behind him, the soles and uppers were still dry.

On a snowy day, the people in the village slept earlier than usual, and even the earth dogs who guarded the gate were too lazy to step on the snow and circle around the yard, but when they suddenly heard the strange sound of stepping on the snow, they raised their necks in vain, pricked up their ears to listen, gently sprayed a mouthful of mist between their mouths and noses, and then listened to the footsteps and slowly walked away, and then fell down again. The nest is still as warm as a chun.

The young man walked around the village, it only took about 20 minutes, this small village where ancestors have lived on the edge of the forest for generations and ate the mountains is too small, and the total number of households may not even be 100 households, which is not as large as the scale of Liushui Village on Kunlun Mountain.

However, he felt a familiar warmth here, even if the mountain wind was howling above his head and the snow was cold and steep under his feet.

Did she ever walk on this country path, did she wear a wreath of flowers woven by herself, carried a bamboo basket, stepped on cotton shoes with broken flowers, did her laughter once resounded in the forest outside the village, and did her face also reflect in the stream in the forest......

He imagined many years ago, there was a young and beautiful girl walking here like him, the sky was so blue, the sun was so warm, the flowers on both sides of the village path were blooming, she was humming an unknown country song, sometimes walking, sometimes jumping, her silver bell-like laughter could infect everyone around her, she was happy, she was happy, she was happy to welcome the rising sun every day, until she met him.

The young man's steps faltered in vain, and his hands, which were shrouded in his sleeves by the cold, suddenly clenched.

Who the hell is he?

Whoever he is, it seems that he has paid a small price.

He thought coldly.

Suddenly, he thought again, when the old lama took him away, was it also such a snowy day? Or was it a stormy night? The wrinkled but mighty face suddenly appeared in his mind, and at this moment, he should be resting among the customers of the famous Sichuan temple, or maybe he and Lao Mo also encountered such bad weather, roasting a fire in the ruined temple outside the city, reciting sutras...... In short, he couldn't freeze to death, but he took pity on the old donkey who was so shrewd that he was lazy to the bone.

He walked around and returned to the gate of the courtyard. There was an extra person at the door, standing at the door, moving his legs and feet, and constantly rubbing his hands and breathing. On such a cold day, he should lie in the room of the Tianxia Pavilion, the room temperature of the ground source heat pump control zhì should be about twenty-five degrees, and the "Yangzhou Skinny Horse" next to him will take the peeled seedless grapes and send them into his mouth one by one...... But he was helplessly frozen here, he had heard of his father's debts being repaid, and he had heard of his nephew looking like his uncle, but he had never heard of a nephew wiping his ass for his uncle's debts. This is not the most headache for him, what he has a headache is that he wants to confess to him before Lao Yan sues Li Yundao, which seems to be much earlier than in the calculation.

Wang Xiaobei suddenly heard the sound of shoe soles rubbing against the snow behind him, he turned his head, and sure enough, he saw the young man walking back with a smile, thinly dressed and slightly shrunken his neck.

"You're not cold?"

The young man smiled, "It's natural to be cold, but it's finally bearable." ”

Wang Xiaobei stopped talking, followed by a period of silence.

Finally, he spoke.

"I want to talk to you. ”

The corners of the young man's mouth were lightly raised, and his eyes were cold. Nodding his head, he was silent.

Wang Xiaobei took a deep breath: "Your life experience ......"

The young man suddenly smiled: "I know. ”

"You know?"

"I know. ”

"When did you find out?"

"Not so long ago. ”

"Not so long ago?"

"Well, I look a lot like him, don't I?"

Wang Xiaobei nodded, and shook his head again: "I just heard about it, but I haven't seen it with my own eyes, he was no longer there when I was born." On the contrary, in the photo, it can be regarded as carved out of the same mold, but he is much stronger. ”

The young man named Li Yundao frowned slightly, and sighed lightly: "White-eyed wolf, white-eyed, white-eyed, and finally suffered from other people's white eyes." ”

Wang Xiaobei said seriously: "He is your father." ”

Li Yundao said: "I don't have a father. ”

Wang Xiaobei hesitated for a moment, and said seriously: "But the blood relationship is not something you say you don't have." ”

"Bloodline?" Li Yundao chuckled, sighed, and actually bent down to wipe the snow off the bluestone at the door, and sat down, "When I was on the mountain before, I often thought that if I still have relatives in this world, I'm talking about relatives, alas, if there is, what a wonderful thing it should be." ”

Wang Xiaobei sat down beside him: "Now there is, is it wonderful?"

Li Yundao shook his head. Wang Xiaobei also sighed lightly.

After a long time, Li Yundao suddenly raised his head again and looked at Wang Xiaobei with a smile: "To be honest, this feeling is very strange. ”

"Strange?"

Li Yundao smiled shyly: "Actually, it's still good." ”

Wang Xiaobei also smiled.

The two were silent for a long time.

Wang Xiaobei asked: "Then do you hate our old man?"

Li Yundao asked rhetorically: "Why hate?"

Wang Xiaobei said: "There is no hatred in this world for no reason, naturally because he is your father's father, if it weren't for the fact that he was beaten into the cowshed, my uncle's family would not be so ......"

Li Yundao shook his head: "This kind of thing, it's no wonder to him, if it's to blame, it's the white-eyed wolf who can't control his lower body, alas, bloodline......" He seemed to be a little distressed, as if he himself didn't expect that the moment he really knew the result, he would be so calm.

Wang Xiaobei suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "The old man is afraid that you will resent him in your heart." ”

"Complaining is still complaining, but he himself is also a tragedy of the times, no matter how much I complain, I can't complain about my mother's life. ”

Wang Xiaobei stopped talking, sighed, took out a cigarette, threw a branch to the man next to him, lit it in the wind, took a breath, and the smoke was instantly blown away by the wind.

Li Yundao suddenly spoke: "Fortunately, you didn't find out your identity when you appeared. ”

Wang Xiaobei smiled bitterly: "Yes." Am I lying to you?"

Li Yundao shook his head: "Didn't I ask either." ”

Wang Xiaobei nodded and smiled: "That...... Are we brothers?" he asked abruptly, turning his head abruptly.

Li Yundao also turned his head and looked at him seriously: "Why don't you count it?"