Ning Caichen lay on the bed, watching his father's figure disappear in front of the door in a robe, and finally couldn't help but cry with the shabby and cold quilt. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is useless to be a scholar, but it is not used to this extent, in the whole world, I am afraid that he is the only one Ning Caichen.

Under such depression, Ning Caichen's illness gradually worsened, so that he lingered on the sickbed for half a month.

Ning Wang's family was in front of Ning Caichen's hospital bed, wiping tears every day.

It is also Ning Caichen's life that should not be extinguished.

That day, in the continuous spring rain, a sloppy Taoist came to the door of the house, wanting to ask for a bowl of water to drink.

Ning Wang's heart was kind, and he invited the Taoist to come in to hide from the rain, and gave a few bowls of hot tea.

The sloppy Taoist sat down, ate tea and watched the rain, and gossiped with Ning Wang's family.

Ning Wang's expression was sad, and he sighed again and again during the conversation, and the Taoist asked.

Ning Wang's family told Ning Caichen's situation, but the Taoist listened to it, but he said that it was okay, he knew some Qihuang techniques, and he could help take a look.

Holding on to hope, Ning Wang's family let the Taoist in, but he didn't expect that after the Taoist saw it, the blue and black color on Ning Caichen's face dissipated a little, and even the whole person's sluggish spirit was much better.

Ning Wang's family was overjoyed and implored the Taoist to stay and treat Ning Caichen.

The Taoist saw that the spring rain was not inconvenient to hurry, so he agreed.

That Taoist traveled all over the world, saw extraordinary, and talked to Ning Caichen every day about some interesting things he had seen or heard, and slowly, Ning Caichen's depressed mind gradually opened.

However, in three or five days, Ning Caichen, who was about to die, was able to walk on the ground.

The Ning family regarded the wandering Daoist as a benefactor.

Taoist, surnamed Yan Chixia, is about fifty years old this year, although the wind and frost on his face have not decreased, but the whole person is in good spirits, if you don't look at his sloppy dress, he really has a fairy style.

He had a worn sword hanging from his waist and a gourd of unknown color, which contained a spirit to quench his hunger and ward off the cold.

Yan Chixia said that walking in all directions, it is inevitable to encounter some dangers, so he hangs a worn-out sword to defend himself. But after walking for most of his life, I don't know if it was because he was too lucky, or because of the shock of the sword at his waist, that sword was never really pulled out.

A Taoist priest who never draws his sword but hangs a sword is really interesting.

On the night when Yan Chixia was about to leave, in order to thank Yan Chixia for saving her only son, Ning's father beat a pound of pear blossoms, Ning Wang's fried a few side dishes, and with the jumping oil lamp and the moonlight that finally appeared, the four of them gathered around the table and ate a hearty meal.

The wine was hot, and the drunken Yan Chixia suddenly became interested, pulled out her sword and ran into the moonlit courtyard, dancing wildly.

For a while, the sword flowers flew wildly, Yan Chixia shouted and moved, and Ning Caichen, who was watching, was agitated in his heart.

As long as it is a man, there is no one who has never had the chivalrous dream of fighting the sword world. It's just a matter of the depth of the dream.

A pot of wine, a sword, a righteous man, I stand up to the sky.

When the road is uneven, draw a sword to help. Once it is done, it will hide its merit and fame.

Since then, even if people are not in the rivers and lakes, there are legends of you everywhere in the rivers and lakes.

This is chivalry!

Ning Caichen was also a little drunk, he seemed to look at Yan Chixia, who was dancing around, leaning around, and inserting a sword into the chicken coop, and in an instant, the chickens sleeping peacefully in the cage were jumping around, and a few pieces of chicken feathers were floating in the noisy night.

The chicken feathers fell slowly, sticking to Yan Chixia's messy chicken nest, and looking at it from a distance, Yan Chixia, who was still stumbling and dancing with a sword, had an inexplicable sense of joy.

"Miss me Yan Chixia, and learn all your life! God is on top today, and show me! Even if you make me repeatedly uncomfortable, I will not give in. The wine that should be drunk, the days that should be lived, I will not fall like Yan Chixia!......!

Yan Chixia was dizzy from sword dancing, and pointed at the sky with one finger with her sword and scolded angrily.

After scolding, he didn't wait for anyone to help him, and he got drunk.

Ning Caichen's eyes were already moist, and for some reason, a wave of sadness rose from his chest and spread to his entire bitter throat.

On weekdays, Yan Chixia is hearty and well-read, and she talks about those interesting things easily, but she never thought that what was buried deep in her heart, like Ning Caichen, was a deep hatred for fate that had nowhere to go.

But unlike Ning Caichen, his deep hatred is not easily declared, but chooses to bury it deep in his heart and digest himself, what he shows is the self-regulated side.

Hearty, well-read, although the wind and dust of walking all the way made him a little sloppy, it was easy to be ignored. Because of the side he shows, people are happy to describe his sloppiness in another word: temperamental and informal.

And what about Ning Caichen himself?

His deep hatred and unwillingness became the reason for him to make fun of himself and his family, and finally made himself an out-and-out laughing stock.

And when everything was shattered, he was so disheartened that he was ready to throw away the mess he had made and die.

The difference between people is immediate.

Yan Chixia taught Ning Caichen a living lesson.

The real pain is secret, and you have to digest it yourself. If it doesn't coincide with an outpouring outlet, it will always rot in the heart.

And those that can be announced to the public are insignificant.

The reason why he Ning Caichen is so noisy is just because he wants to escape and face reality. No, he's really in pain.

This is actually within his tolerance.

Suddenly had an epiphany, and Ning Caichen finally fell asleep.

It wasn't until the afternoon of the second day that the drunken Yan Chixia woke up.

After waking up, he still looked so calm and hearty, and the drunken Yan Chixia had disappeared with the moonlight.

Ning Caichen suddenly felt that this was also very good.

Yan Chixia said goodbye to everyone, and Ning Caichen went to see him off.

By the river, Yan Chixia threw her hand at Ning Caichen.

"It's right here. ”

Ning Caichen returned the salute and watched Yan Chixia leave without looking back.

As Yan Chixia's back went away, the decades of depression in Ning Caichen's heart finally dissipated.

Xu is bad luck finally ran out, Xu is mood changed, and Ning Caichen finally found a job copying books in Sun Yuanwai's house.

Earn no more, no less, but there is a lot of income.

When he received the first payment, Ning Caichen specially bought a roast chicken and made a pot of wine to take home.

When passing by the Zhuangyuan Bridge, he remembered Nie Xiaoqian, who he hadn't seen for a long time, so he said hello to her.

It was dusk, and the willow trees were swaying gently by the stone bridge.

Nie Xiaoqian poked out her eyes and forehead when she heard this, and her apricot eyes were full of smiles: "Long time no see, Ning Caichen!"

"yes, long time no see. Ning Caichen sat on the bridge and talked to Nie Xiaoqian.

"Why haven't I seen you lately?" asked Nie Xiaoqian.

"I was seriously ill not long ago. Ning Caichen said.

"Then are you okay?" Nie Xiaoqian showed a small half of her face with concern, and looked at Ning Caichen carefully.