Chen Jingcang casually picked up a large coat that was placed not far away, put it on himself, and felt a little warm in his heart.

He walked slowly outside, and saw Chen Feizhu standing on the bow of the boat, his steps were a little swaying, and he was a little stumbling when he walked, he slowly approached Chen Feizhu, who had not seen his back for three years, but he did not speak.

Chen Jingcang looked at Chen Feizhu, his eyes suddenly drifted to the red rope tied to Chen Feizhu's hair, and his thoughts were a little flustered.

When I met for the first time that year, when I saw this girl who was older than me, I fell in love with her at first sight, there was no other reason, the young Chen Jingcang just thought that this girl was very good-looking, and wanted her to play with him.

When he first entered Chen Jingcang's grandfather's house, he vaguely remembered the early morning of the first day, and he couldn't wait to see this newly found playmate.

The young Chen Jingcang pushed the door open so abruptly without even knocking on the door, and what he saw was not Chen Feizhu who was still asleep, but Chen Feizhu who was holding his knees and shrunk in the corner of the bed.

Chen Feizhu had unkempt hair at that time, his eyes looked at himself from between the loose hair, there was still a fear in his eyes that had never been forgotten, Chen Jingcang didn't know why Chen Feizhu was like that, looking at the messy hair of his newly found playmate, thinking of the exquisite buns combed by the maids in the house at home, he climbed into bed and said to Chen Xiaozhu: "Come, I'll comb your hair, I see that the hair of those maid sisters is beautiful, you believe me and I will also comb that style, I guarantee that you will like it." ”

Then, Chen Jingcang reached out and grabbed Chen Feizhu's arm and pulled her out of bed.

A pair of small hands held his hair on Chen Feizhu's head, and the young Chen Jingcang wanted to help Chen Feizhu's hair catch it, but unfortunately his hands were too small to catch all of Chen Feizhu's hair, and then he thought of a way, fiddling with Chen Feizhu's hair little by little, and trying to and carefully recall the exquisite hair buns of those maids and maids in the house, and wanted to toss that appearance by himself, and Chen Feizhu at that time did not move when he was fiddling with his hair, as if he was resigned to fate.

The young man tossed wildly, and during the period, he specially ran out a few times, stood in the corridor and looked at the hair of the maid in the house, thought carefully, and then went back to toss Chen Feizhu's hair, Chen Feizhu was also a good baby, letting Chen Jingcang pull his hair indiscriminately.

After several failures, Chen Jingcang, who was anxious and ashamed, was even more depressed when he saw the indifferent Chen Feizhu.

But he really can't take care of the seemingly beautiful but very complicated bun, he really has no choice, he can't go out and call a maid sister to help him comb the hair of his new playmate, so that he will lose face in front of his new playmate, he really doesn't want to go outside to beg those maid sisters.

So the young man scratched his ears and cheeks, pondered hard, and saw the red rope tied to his wrist, suddenly grinned, and took out a red rope from his pocket, which was the red rope that his mother had just begged for peace in front of the temple yesterday, and also asked for one for Chen Feizhu.

The young man thought about it, and deliberately coughed a few times like his grandfather, but found that he couldn't cough it out, and a few traces of saliva were coughed up at the corners of his mouth, and the young man wiped it off without care, and said to Chen Feizhu in front of him: "Actually, those maid sisters' hair is not good-looking, I know a more beautiful hairstyle, I'll get it for you." ”

Young Chen Feizhu lowered his head and thought about it, and actually said, "Then don't pull my hair." As he spoke, tears rolled in his eyes.

The young man Chen Jingcang was even more ashamed, and the young man began to slowly pull up Chen Feizhu's hair with his hands, slowly put them together, and tied the red rope to Chen Feizhu.

Then I thought about it again, the red rope was the peace rope that my mother asked for for my playmate, and I untied the red rope tied to my wrist, grabbed Chen Feizhu's arm and said: "My mother said, this red rope can keep you safe, I will tie it to your wrist, you are not afraid." ”

The young scholar's mother taught him to tie the bow, helped Chen Feizhu tie it, and helped her tie the rope into a bow. This time, I made a bow at the first time, and although it was a little crooked, it was still beautiful.

The boy smiled and said, "You see how good, you can still keep safe." ”

The girl looked at the red rope on her wrist a little sluggishly, and for some reason she also liked the red rope at a glance, and said happily but softly: "What about you." ”

I saw that the young man pretended to be old-fashioned and said, "I'm a man, how can I need this." ”

The girl stopped talking, just looked down at the red rope tied around her wrist, a little distracted.

The young man Chen Jingcang pulled Chen Feizhu out of the door again, and said as he walked: "I'll take you to see my mother, let her see if the hair I combed for you looks good, and whether the bow I tied up looks good, you will know how good I am." ”

The girl was dragged to walk in the corridor, and found that the maid sisters looked at her a little strangely, and she didn't understand it very well, so she followed Chen Jingcang to meet the woman.

The love in the woman's eyes when she saw Chen Feizhu reminded her of her mother, and the woman looked at the smug young man and said slowly: "Jing Cang, look at what kind of hair you tie, your eyes are blocked for you." After speaking, he helped Chen Feizhu untie the red rope, and helped Chen Feizhu pick up his hair and tie it again.

Since then, Chen Feizhu's hairstyle has always been the same style, and it has never changed for more than ten years, it is still a red rope to tie her long hair, a red rope to tie her wrist, and a bow will be tied together.

The young man didn't care about this, and said, "Mother, you see that the bow on her wrist was taught by you to tie it, and it is not beautiful." After getting the woman to smile and nod yes, the young man happily pulled the girl and rushed out of the door, he ran and said, "My name is Chen Jingcang." What about you. ”

"Chen Feizhu" The girl's voice was still a little weak.

"So how old are you? And why do you have the surname Chen. The boy said, holding the girl's hand.

"Six years old. This name was given to me by my father, and he also has the surname Chen, and my mother said that the child should have the father's surname. ”

"Oh. The young man sighed, and his expression suddenly became a little depressed, and he thought to himself, how can she be older than me, then I should call her sister.

The young man's heart was swept away until he saw the garden in the backyard, and when he looked at the fruits in the garden, he left everything behind, and happily went to take a long stick to shoot down the fruit and share it with the girl.

Chen Jingcang, who was standing on the bow of the boat, broke the silence between the two and said, "Sister, there are still a few days to go to Bingzhou." Chen Feizhu ignored his question, still looking at the surface of the lake with some turbulent water.

"Sister, thank you. Chen Jingcang was a little embarrassed to say that he was sad, he actually really wanted to come back in the past few years, to see his mother, to see the women in front of him, he missed them very much.

But the family letter like a holy decree made him break his mind every time he was born, and he has suffered a lot in the past few years, but he understands that the woman in front of him will not be much better than himself, originally she didn't like to practice swords, but when she saw that the young Chen Jingcang liked it, she liked it.

Chen Jingcang knows the pain of hard practice, he is a man who still has many impulses to give up, and the pain of practicing is boring and boring is not at all something that ordinary people can endure. Practicing three dogs in summer and three cold in winter, who can persist in such pain for a year and ten years without interruption?

Chen Jingcang looked at the calluses on his hands, and smiled bitterly, he has been practicing knives and boxing all year round, and his palms and knuckles are full of thick calluses.

He is only a second-grade strength.

As for the woman in front of her, she kills with a sword in one hand, and she is a second-grade martial arts sect like herself, and her strength can be imagined. She will have to endure far more than herself.

Martial arts in the world cannot be achieved overnight, and those mystical martial arts that have comprehended the way of heaven and realized them with one thought can kill people across the border? There is only one way to martial arts, and it is hard to study and practice hard, and this is the distance of martial arts and the greatness of martial arts.

There is only one way for martial artists in the world to go, and those Taoist giants, Buddhism and Arhats, are not pure martial artists in this world after all.

Chen Jingcang said slowly: "In the past few years, every time you write to scold me, I have to sleep happily for a few nights, I have been away for too long, and you are still willing to scold me, at least let me feel that you still remember me, and I can feel a lot more at ease outside." ”

Chen Xiaozhu's body stiffened, did not turn around, reached out and stroked his hair, and still did not speak.

Chen Jingcang continued: "I have also seen the clues in the past year of my mother's letter from her, and I am a little afraid in my heart, I am afraid that things are really as I thought, I am afraid to ask, I am afraid of the truth that I don't want to face, so I am even more reluctant to come back."

I'm afraid, I'm afraid I'll never see my mother again. I really wanted to come back to see my mother and see you, but you all hid it from me, and I knew that what I was most afraid of had happened. Chen Jingcang said with a pale face, he was really scared.

In the years since that incident, he has seen his mother less and less, and he has asked his father why he only sees his mother only a few times a year, and he has also looked for answers, but in the end there is no answer. When he was seventeen years old, his mother asked Chen Jingcang to go to Liangzhou, Chen Jingcang actually had a bad premonition in his heart, but he would rather be a fool who was kept in the dark, because being a fool can carry this most beautiful dream. They will always be with him in his dreams, so that he can miss them, so that he will not face those things that he is powerless to resist alone.

Chen Feizhu finally turned around and looked at Chen Jingcang, she moved her lips, wanting to speak, but she seemed to be stuck in her throat by something, unable to speak.

Chen Jingcang stepped forward, grabbed Chen Feizhu's hand, stared into Chen Feizhu's eyes and said, "After worshipping my mother, you can go to the capital with me." Chen Feizhu glanced at Chen Jingcang and finally said, "Okay." ”

One word, this word is full of firmness, and there is an unspeakable, deep trust.

The courtyard bamboo is green, and the two small forests are playing.

Childhood sweethearts, word for word.