Early morning is the beginning of the day, but also the hope of a new day, the quiet morning, the passage of time is also like a rhyme stave, is the guzheng gently plucked jade fingertips......

It is a small village called Zhangjiajie. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Separated from the outside world, surrounded by green hills, quiet as a dream, there is no mountain road to connect with the outside world, and there is a winding river over the surrounding mountains.

To be precise, this is a village surrounded by a river, and the people in the village call it the Chutian River.

There are only 100 households in the village, and most of the villagers take Zhang as their surname, and they are surrounded by the Chutian River, which is difficult to contact with the outside world, so it is called Zhangjiajie.

Now the morning light is shining, and the air still has a strong sense of dampness, which is slightly cool......

Most of the people in the village did not go out, after all, it was still early, and the villagers would at least wait until the morning fog had cleared for the most part, before they chose to go out, fish, chop wood, work, and start their day......

Now that the morning fog had not yet lifted, the whole village was shrouded in this slightly cool fog, and it looked like a nursery rhyme wrapped in a light veil.

If you look down from the sky, the green mist that is only halfway up to the green mountains makes this place completely take off the ordinary meaning, like a fairyland.

At this time, it was still early, but there was a burst of "ho-ho" sound in the fog, which drifted out of the distance through the thick fog, and reverberated regularly in the whole fog, making this quiet morning, if there is a sense of harmony and harmony, not only did not break the tranquility, but made the village more quiet.

In front of a thatched hut covered with moss, there was a young man squatting next to a grinding stone, carefully sharpening the dagger in his hand, the dagger was already sharp, and the boy had never used it at all, but he would grind it carefully every day in the early morning, which was six years.

The dagger is bright and shining, and when you look at the dagger, you will see a very white face printed on the dagger, and there is hardly a trace of blood on the young man's face, which looks very haggard and very disgusting.

The dagger only shone half of his face, and only one of his eyes, the left eye, which was black and white, very clear, and had a tranquility that many of his peers did not have, and in the slightly frowning brow, it seemed to be mixed with a trace of confusion.

The young man called Duan Ping'an, is the only person surnamed Duan in this Zhang family circle, when he was born, he came to this world with illness, the people in the village who know medicine expected that he would not live to be two years old, although his parents did not believe it, but they were also anxious, and they visited everywhere to find home remedies, but this nominal visit was just in this village.

So, his parents named him Ping'an, hoping that he would live a safe life.

A few years ago, a crazy man came to the village, with a purple-green gourd hanging from his waist, and when he saw Duan Ping'an, he immediately screamed and shouted, saying that he wanted this baby to live, and the only way to overcome his life was to use his life.

Of course, no one believes this statement......

Duan Ping'an lived past two years old, and the person who knew medicine made a special trip to apologize, and the Duan couple didn't care too much......

It's just that Ping'an's illness has not improved, and when he saw that six-year-old Duan Ping'an was dying and was about to die, a strange thing happened.

The next morning, Duan Ping'an was still alive, and his parents died for no reason......

The people of the village remembered what the mad man had said, and thought that he had killed his parents, that he was a demon, and that he was a bad star.

But most of the villagers in the village are simple-hearted, kind-hearted, and think that the child is still young, and they will also be relieved for a long time, until an incident happens later......

The thin young man looked at the dagger for a long time, a trace of memory flashed in his eyes, his brows couldn't help frowning, he looked at himself on the dagger, shook his head gently, slowly stood up, bowed deeply to the thatched house covered with moss and cobwebs in front of him, and stared intently at the ruined house, he would come here every morning, this was his former home.

If you look closely, you will find that Duan Ping'an's right eye is full of bloodshots, and in the pupils, there is no clarity that a teenager should have, there will always be a thin layer of fog through his pupils, this eye can't see anything, the pupils were blurry before, but Duan Ping'an has been used to this kind of life in the past six years.

Duan Ping'an carefully put away the dagger that his father gave him before he died, and put it in the sleeve of his right hand, the clothes on his body were washed white, and the blue coarse cloth had many traces of repair.

In the sleeve of his right hand, he sewed a hidden button.

This made it easier for him to put the dagger in his sleeve, and if he was in danger, he would pull it out as soon as possible, although he did not pull it out once except for sharpening his knife every day, but he still maintained the habit of carrying the dagger with him.

Duan Ping stood quietly in front of the hut, staring blankly at the moss, unaware of the passage of time.

"Little fishing, don't go fishing yet, why are you standing still, do you want to be hungry for a few days?"

I don't know when, there was an angry rebuke from behind. Duan Ping'an hurriedly turned his head, as if he was frightened.

The person behind him is also a teenager, dressed in a red cloth shirt, called Zhang Yuan, is the son of Zhang Dafu at the head of the village, and his second home, since the death of Duan Ping'an's parents, he has been fishing for Zhang Dafu, only in this way can he live.

Zhang Yuan is fifteen this year, three years older than Duan Ping'an, at this time he glared at Duan Ping'an, as if he wanted to melt Duan Ping'an's eyes, Zhang Yuan has always held a grudge against his father for taking in Duan Ping'an, why take in such a bad star?

Duan Ping'an didn't reply to his words, his brows furrowed tightly, frowning not because he was really afraid of being starved for a few days, but because he was a little angry.

Fishing is naturally not his name, in this village, fishing, is a curse, to the effect that you are born a sinner, you will naturally be punished by God if you live, and if you die, you must go to eighteen layers of hell, and you will not be able to live forever.

The word fishing represents not only scolding, but also a kind of resentful curse, Duan Ping'an has listened to it for six years.

He was called fishing by the villagers, it was six years ago, he was six years old, although the villagers said that he was a bad star, but their essence was kind, so they helped to bury the Duan couple peacefully, and did not find the coffin for a while, so the villagers found two identical stone jars, and carefully placed the ashes of the Duan couple in it and handed them to Duan Ping'an.

But unexpectedly, after Duan Ping'an got the ashes, he threw the ashes into the river in front of countless villagers.

Since then, the villagers have called him fishing, and when he was six years old......

Speaking of which, in fact, he didn't understand anything, but he remembered that scene very clearly, the people in the village were like seeing ghosts, screaming and avoiding themselves, the adults called him the devil, and none of the children dared to be friends with him.

Duan Ping'an's frowning brows relaxed a little, after so many years, he was used to it, he glanced at Zhang Yuan calmly, and then took a step towards the river.

Zhang Yuan snorted heavily, flicked his sleeve with his right hand, and walked in the direction of home......

Duan Ping'an walked through a forest with a light car, and the sun at this time hung on the top of the opposite mountain, and the morning mist swept away into the distance like that ripple, and most of it disappeared.

The morning light stretched his figure long, and he lowered his head and looked at his dew-soaked straw sandals.

He walked this road for six years.

It wasn't long before he saw the small boat leaning against the shore, and the unrefined fish basket on board.

This small boat belonged to Zhang Dafu six years ago, and now, it is Duan Ping'an's, at least the right to use it is his.

Duan Ping'an smiled slightly, nodded slightly at the boat, and then his eyes fell on the not very wide river behind the boat, and he could clearly see the green mountains on the opposite side, and his right hand was unconsciously holding the dagger.

He expertly jumped onto the small fishing boat and untied the rope that bound the boat.

Holding up a long artemisia, the boat headed down the river......

Like Zhang Dafu back then, he made a straw hat and stood on a small boat, surrounded by green mountains in the morning light, with a slight mist floating in the air and the river gently rippling......

He slowly began to sing the ballad

"Fish with dewdrops in their mouths

Drifting with cold snow, the Tianshan Mountains in the distance

An inn with no one, you know

Thousands of miles of Huaiyun end in thousands of miles

Man is separated from heaven

Looking at the green mountains in the distance......"

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