The indifference is light and cold on the small building, the Xiaoyin scoundrel is like a poor autumn, and the light smoke and flowing water paint the screen.

The winding path corridor, where the mountains and rivers depend on each other, there is a small white building made of marble.

There is a long bamboo ladder leaning against the side wall of the small white building.

The morning is cool, the dew wets the scales and tiles, the tide is damp, there are days when no one takes care of it, and there is a thick layer of green moss, according to the gray bottom of the tiles, it is not an eyesore, but it is a little like the floral skirts that girls often like to wear, and they are a little fresh and lovely.

Bai Xiongqi opened his mouth and blew, with some true yuan, he easily cleared a small clean place under him, and he first found a place to do it, and then he owed his body, and stretched out his hand to Wan'er, who was still waiting on the bamboo ladder, and pulled her up.

"After I have achieved cultivation, it is really interesting to fly around all day and climb back to the roof once in a while. ”

Wan'er wore a snow-white plain cloth skirt today, sat next to Bai Xiongqi, leaned on her shoulder, and quietly looked at the sky.

In the spring, the days are longer and longer, and there is no beginning of summer, so it is still a little short after all.

Bai Xiongqi hugged his wife's thin body, and his eyes were the same as Wan'er, looking fixedly at the east.

"This sun and stars are always there, but we are not always there, that is, when we are alive, after a lifetime, after careful calculation, in fact, we have not seen a few times the appearance of the rising sun and purple qi coming from the east, we always have such and such things in the way, now looking back, the life is too anxious. ”

Wan'er smiled: "In our life, we are too anxious to live, and we will probably be very anxious to die, but after all, we have come to the world to walk like this, after all, we have you with us all the way, and we still have the morning sun to see today, Wan'er is not afraid, Wan'er is content." ”

The deep blue sky was covered with a hint of fish's belly white, and the morning sun floated in the golden light, revealing its curved outline.

"When I was studying in my early years, I was earlier than a chicken, I slept later than a dog, I didn't stop running in the mountains and seas of books, I didn't stop getting yoke, I just wanted to get fame, and I wanted to take the world's famous teaching right and wrong as my own responsibility, and realize my ambition of clarifying the world and doing everything I couldn't do. Now that I think about it, I was busy with everything at that time, whether it was the morning sun or the sunset, I really haven't seen it a few times. Bai Xiongqi laughed at himself.

The cool morning breeze blew, Wan'er took the long flowing hair scattered behind her back in front of her, and said with a smile: "There are many people who get up early in this world, but there are few who see the rising sun, and there are many people who sleep late. ”

Bai Xiongqi's index finger bent and gently scraped the tip of Wan'er's nose, "The so-called state of mind probably depends on the people around you." ”

The graceful woman's eyes flowed, as bright as water, "So, it's not that important to live for a long time, whether you find the right person or not is the difference between the two." ”

Bai Xiongqi said: "The ancients once had a cloud, 'When I don't see Huang Shudu when I am in the moon, the stingy heart has been revived.'" As far as I'm concerned, Wan'er is on the side

I always believed that I could become a better person. If you have a wife like this, what more can a husband ask for? ”

Wan'er glanced at her father-in-law, and said angrily: "You are numb to death." ”

Bai Xiongqi smiled, "If you can numb to death, it should be much more pleasant than being killed by a barbarian." ”

When the morning sun showed half of their heads, the peddlers and pawns in the city counted one by one, and they had already left their hot clay kang and started another day of sunrise and sunset.

For them, this day was no different from any other day.

The rumored barbarians, whether they come or not, they have no way to leave this native Wen city.

If they don't leave, they may or may not be killed by the barbarians, but if they leave, it is not easy to find a job elsewhere to make a living, and making a living in a familiar place and living in a strange place are two completely different things.

Yes, they have the cultivation of blood coagulation, and it is not a problem to find a job, but those who are smart or have some experience know that whether they can find a job or not is never the same thing as whether they can survive.

Those who have left their hometowns, a little wind and waves, encounter a liar or a hooligan, a snake on the ground, etc., they have no roots, and they will easily wither.

If the rain does not moisten the grass without roots, it is difficult to leave the hometown.

The death rate of those who left their homeland and went to other places was not lower than that of the barbarians occupying the city.

It's all about death, and it's always good to die in your homeland.

So, this early in the morning, the streets are wide and tidy, the north city is deserted, the dignitaries and nobles, and the rich and wealthy families have all left, and there is not much left, but this narrow, dirty and crowded south city is still lively and full of fireworks.

Those who sell sugar gourds, wontons, steamed buns, vegetables, meat, wine, and even dog skin plasters and strong pills have all gone.

Xiucai's wonton stall is doing very hot business today.

The weather had warmed up in the past two days, and the girl from the butcher's house had changed out of the big red jacket that had not left her much all winter, and put on a blue and white cloth dress.

The skirt was cut by the girl herself, but the fabric was cut by Xiucai in the cloth shop around the corner some time ago.

The owner of the cloth shop happened to be surnamed Bu, and the neighbors liked to call him Lao Bu, who was forty or fifty years old, and his wife died at an early age, more than ten years ago, the son who ran out to be a soldier also died on the border, and the old cloth man was good, and gave a lot of silver, and persuaded his daughter-in-law who was just with his son for a few days to remarry in another place, and the lonely man has lived until now.

This old cloth is enthusiastic, and he is also shrewd in business, and after more than ten years, he has saved a lot of silver, plus this person is popular, the neighbors of this southern city, not to mention those widows who are the same age as him, and the widows of the dead men, there are many yellow flower girls who have reached the age in order to live a good life in the next two days are also willing to commit to entrust.

It's just that Lao Bu is a guy who admits death, and people say that he lived a difficult and poor life in his early years

It's called a jingle sound, and when it's time to eat, it's like an anxious ant, but the rice jar at home is cleaner than the face, what can you do if you can't find something to eat? Isn't it just a dry chopstick knocking on the bowl? People who have never been hungry don't know what this jingle means!

At that time, if it weren't for that bad wife who ran back to her parents' house to beg for rice and noodles with a low face, he would have starved to death on the streets eight hundred years earlier, where would there be today's scenery.

It's a pity that the mother-in-law is a hard life, and she can only accompany herself to endure hardships together, and it is easy for her business to have seven colors, and when it is time to enjoy happiness, she kicks her legs and leaves first.

The old cloth said, I knew this was the case, I should have fallen down at the beginning, maybe the blessed woman could live with him for a few more days, but now it's good, the money is there, and everything else is gone.

Lao Bu said again, since God thinks that my mother-in-law is not blessed to live a good life with my Lao Bu, then my Lao Bu thinks that the women next to me should not have this blessing. If I can't spend all my money before I die, I will return it to God as it is, so that when he is old and wrapped in red threads, he will tell him that in the next life, he will tie that woman to me.

(End of chapter)