Half of the winter time has passed, and it is probably autumn that refuses to go, and the weather is not as cold and windy as usual in winter. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The tattered bluestone slabs meander in this small village, quiet and cozy.

The lazy and gentle afternoon sun lazily shone on the peaceful face of the gray-robed old man, who sat on the dark chair and squinted his eyes to breathe steadily, quietly feeling the comfortable and warm sunshine.

The 12-year-old girl ran to the gray-robed old man's side and grabbed the sleeve of his heavy, old, gray-robed gray robe without a trace of impurities: "Grandpa, let's go in the door?" ”

A rare smile appeared on the old man's wrinkled face, and the wrinkles deepened a little.

"Xiao Yi, grandpa will sit again and bask in the sun." The old man's hoarse voice said a word, as if he was about to call on the strength of his whole body, and the pace of breathing was faster.

The little girl who was called Xiao Yi by the old man pouted her pink lips and expressed her inner dissatisfaction to her grandfather: "But there's a little beggar over there," Xiao Yibai's tender little finger pointed to the young man who had just turned the corner from a short distance street.

The old man's cloudy and dim eyes reveal the endless vicissitudes of life precipitated by the heavy years, I don't know whether it is blown by the wind or the sun, the old man is slightly half-squinted, and his eyelids seem to give people a very heavy eyelid and look up slightly at the young man who walks on the street corner.

The child was dressed in tattered but neat thin cloth, and his young hands were covered with the deepest resentment of the season—chilblains. The stumbling footsteps are followed by a gust of "refreshing" cool breeze in the winter afternoon, but for the young man's clothes, it may not feel too cool, desolate is, but obviously there is a general gap from the word "beggar", poor can be seen, but he is not a beggar, at least he is not dirty, and he does not see him begging.

"Look, he's coming, let's go inside, shall we?" Xiao Yi looked a little timid.

The old man seemed to pay too much attention to the young man, and he didn't hear Xiaoyi's words beside him, and his hearing was still not very sharp.

Xiao Yi saw that the old man did not speak, and he did not enter the house first, but grabbed a strand of the old man's sleeve and squatted timidly behind the old man, but a pair of curious big eyes also playfully looked at the approaching young man.

"Beggar, not necessarily." The old man muttered quietly, as if he was talking to his granddaughter Xiaoyi, or asking something.

Xiao Yi seemed to want to answer the old man's words or want to say something to the old man, and her mouth squirmed, but she didn't say it after all, because the young man was close to the front at this time.

"Good afternoon, sir." The boy bowed and saluted.

"Yes, kid, you're okay too." The old man said with difficulty.

"Uncle, I'm really bothering, I want to change a glass of water from you. I walked with thirst. There is not a single pond or puddle in this place. "The boy looked a little cramped.

"Well, yes, you can sit down," the old man pointed to the stone bench under the camphor tree at the front door of the hut. He turned to Xiao Yi again and said, "Child." Go, bring a glass of water to the guest officer, and the cup should be washed well. “

Xiao Yi obediently agreed, and jumped into the house.

"What do you call this guest officer?" The old man seemed to be very happy not to see such a guest for a long time.

Boy-" salutation. I do not know. I've been alone for as long as I can remember, and I don't know what my name is. I've walked a lot, and people call me casually, all sorts of things, I can't remember, and I've never heard the same name twice. "Probably because of the different accents in different places.

The old man—"Ahhhhh So where are you from? ”

"Uh" I don't know, I've been walking like this for as long as I can remember. ”

Old man-"Oh~ Then may I ask where you are going?" ”

The boy - "Of course. However, I still don't know. I've been walking like this for as long as I can remember, all I know is that I'm going to a place, right ahead. I've walked a lot and that's it, I'm going to go over there, ahead! "Pointing to the west.

Xiao Yi carefully held the water cup made of bamboo tube in both hands and put it on the stone table beside the young man.

The boy picked up the glass and drank it down.

"Son, I've been to the east, south, and west, and that's where you came from." However, in this West, I am also confused and ignorant, and I really can't give you any advice and advice. ”

Before the young man could answer, Xiao Yi, who returned to the old man, said first: "I know to the west, there is a field full of wild flowers and grass not far away, and butterflies and bees chase and collect honey, which is very beautiful." ”

"No, that's the grave. ”

Boy - "Grave? ”

Xiao Yi and the young man looked at the old man suspiciously.

"I've told you that it's a grave, and it's up to you to choose whether or not to go." “

"It sounds scary, but I'm going to go after all." ”

"Well, that's your choice. Then take a break, rest and go. ”

The boy - "Break? It's okay too. No! I can't rest, and I'm going to leave after all. The boy was startled and stood up.

The old man - "Yes, the road still has to be walked, let's go, sooner or later we have to walk." ”

The boy was about to get up and take his leave.

The girl named Xiaoyi waited and left the young man who was about to take a step, and then trotted all the way out of the house and took out a pink towel and handed it to the young man: "Take this and wrap your feet and go." Xiao Yi looked at the young man's feet, who had already walked to the bottom, and no longer knew whether it was a rotten cloth or a rotten cloth shoe, and his feet were also worn into calluses and tattered skin and scars, revealing a trace of distress and pity in his eyes.

The boy took the towel and wrapped it carefully around his feet, and then before he put the wrapped feet down, the boy carefully untied the towel on his feet, and he took out a pure white stone that was triangular and round and half a palm-sized from the tattered placket, and said: "Although this stone is not valuable, it has been with me since I can remember, and today I will give it to you as a thank you for the cup of water and your towel, and I will always remember this feeling." The young man bowed to the girl and the old man and took his leave.

"You said you don't have a name, it's better for you to call it Xifeng, there is a word for wind on your stone, my name is Xiyu, you say you don't have a name, it's better for you to call Xifeng!" The stream of the stream, the wind of the wind and the rain. Xiao Yi shouted in the direction of walking from the small voice at the beginning to the affirmative tone that became affirmative.

The young man's footsteps paused, and the figure who didn't go far was stunned, and the stream breeze? I have a name, my name is Xifeng, and the original whispering voice in my heart became louder and louder at the end, and finally blurted out: "I have a name, from today onwards, my name is Xifeng!" After the young Xifeng grinned at Xiyu behind him, he walked towards the west of the target without looking back, and his back became more determined than when he came, convinced, and confident.

Although he only took away a towel and no longer thirsty body?