The morning dawns and the sun shines on the empty and lonely canyon.

In the small courtyard inside the fence wall, the little village girl slept for a long time, then opened the door, washed alone, and then, as in the past, carried a hoe, led the little black dog to the outermost side of hundreds of saplings, and began to dig a pit.

Boom –

Boom –

The hoe waved gently, and the little village girl was still reminiscing about the large number of poems she had never seen before last night. After just digging a few times, she felt something was wrong in the corner of her eye, which disturbed her thoughts and made her unable to calm down.

Looking at it, the snowman that was used to cover the straight knife yesterday had a few small pebbles on his face, and he pointed out his eyes, nose, and crooked smiling lips, and wrapped a scarf around hay.

“……”

The little village girl frowned slightly, looked carefully, and felt that the snowman was quite matched, and it didn't look awkward, so she looked outside again.

Yesterday, I asked Xu Buling to stick the knife farther away, and it seemed that Xu Buling was obedient, and pulled out the knife behind the snowman and inserted it on the outside of the sapling, just in the middle of the road, like hundreds of neatly arranged saplings, one of which grew out, and it was even more abrupt than yesterday.

"This guy ......"

The little village girl was a little annoyed in her eyes, and she had nothing to do with her back to her, but when she saw it, she couldn't bear it any longer, leaned her hoe against the peach tree, trotted over to her, and began to build a snowman.

After working for more than half an hour, the big snowman was finally piled up, and he didn't forget to decorate the same nose and eyes according to the shape of the old snowman.

It's just that after the completion of the work, the little village girl ran back to the hoe and looked at it a few times, and then felt that something was even more wrong - the peach forest was symmetrical on both sides, with a snowman on the left and a snowman in front, and nothing on the right, which felt a little empty.

Is it possible to pile up another ......

The little village girl pondered for a while, and felt that if she built a snowman again, she would have no time to work today, so she might as well do something else.

With this in mind, she put the hoe back into the yard, then took up a change of clothes, put them in a wooden basin, and walked with the dog to the river......

Following Xu Buling's footprints, he walked through the snow-capped forest path, came to the river to look downstream, and after walking half a mile, he found Xu Buling who was fishing with his waist near a big pool.

Xu Buling was engrossed in searching for the fish hidden under the stones, and when he heard the sound of the river, he turned his eyes and looked at it with a slight surprise:

"Girl, why are you here?"

The little village girl put the wooden basin by the river, found a stone and sat down, and said softly:

"You are not allowed to stick the knife outside tomorrow, take it with you, otherwise I will look awkward, I will build a snowman to block it, haven't you noticed?"

？

Xu Buling was slightly flustered, he really didn't expect that the delicate snowman was just to block the knife that was in the way. But considering that this girl has both obsessive-compulsive disorder and cleanliness, it makes sense to be able to do such a thing.

Xu Buling smiled lightly, raised his finger and pointed to the seven or eight fish that had been slapped to death by the river:

"You can catch enough fish today, and you won't have to bother the girl tomorrow."

The little village aunt paused for a moment to do the laundry, and thought about it for a while: "It's the same...... You haven't finished your poem last night, what should I do? ”

"I don't know much, I'll just tell you now...... Where's the morning? ”

"Su Shi's Xijiang Yue."

"Good ......"

Xu Buling stood in the river, groping for the fish under the stones with his sword, and carefully reciting the poems and songs he knew.

The little village girl sat by the river washing clothes, her hands were red from the cold, but she didn't care much, and still got to the bottom of it.

There were only a limited number of fish under a waterhole, and it was quickly finished, and the distance was getting farther and farther away.

The little village girl didn't have many clothes, and after washing them, she ran back with a wooden basin. It didn't take long for me to change my skirt and run over again.

The skirt is obviously not worn much, it is still brand new, and the whole person looks younger, just like the lady in the boudoir.

The original dark blue dress was put into the basin and continued to be washed.

Xu Buling's eyesight was not bad, and he could see that the fabric of this skirt was worth a lot, and he was a little curious about the identity of the little village girl, and asked:

"What's your name, girl?"

The little village girl sat by the river and washed her clothes, shook her head and said, "I don't ask you, and you don't ask me." If you talk about anything else, I won't listen. ”

Xu Buling sighed, didn't snoop into other people's privacy, and continued to talk about poetry.

It didn't take long to wash a few clothes, no matter how carefully they were washed, and at noon, the little village girl went back with a wooden basin and didn't come back.

Xu Buling knew that Chu Chu and the nightingale were waiting outside, and he couldn't delay here for too long, so he hurried to catch fish. I worked from morning to evening, until I touched the entire river in the canyon, and cut a few trees in the barren forest to split firewood, and then returned to the peach blossom forest with a lot of goods.

Unlike yesterday, the little village girl did not sit in the house weaving, but stood inside the fence wall and looked up. Seeing Xu Buling coming back, he turned around and ran into the main room, took out the table with great difficulty, and moved out two more stools.

Falling into the afterglow, dozens of steps away, you can smell the smell of food wafting from the kitchen.

Xu Buling was a little surprised, pulled out the straight knife inserted next to the snowman, walked to the fence wall and took a look, only to see that the only four fish left in the kitchen window were gone. The little village girl stood in front of the stove and lifted the lid of the pot, the steaming mist covered the upper half of her body, and the inside was full of a large pot of fish soup.

“……”

Xu Buling put a bundle of firewood behind the earthen stove and looked at it:

"How did you stew all four fish?"

The little village girl stood opposite the mist-filled earthen stove, her expression was blocked by the mist, and her voice was as light as ever:

"You can't work without eating, there's not enough fish, just catch some tomorrow."

Tomorrow?

Xu Buling shook his head and lifted a large string of fish:

"It's not necessary, I caught twenty-five pieces today, which is enough for you to eat for more than ten days, and it's nothing to be a little hearty today."

When these words came out, the little village girl was silent, and after a while, she said softly, put the fish soup into a small bowl, and brought it to the table.

Xu Buling was really hungry after a busy day, because the food was sufficient, but he was not polite, and sat opposite the little village girl and feasted.

The two of them sat in the small courtyard of the farmhouse, the black dog was lying under the table and picking up fish bones, and when eating, the little village girl did not say anything.

Xu Buling felt strange in his heart, but he didn't know how to describe the current environment. During the leisure time of eating, he turned his head to look at the peach blossom forest outside, and asked with a smile:

"How many peach trees are you going to plant?"

The little village girl chewed slowly, as if she had something on her mind, and her answer was not as sharp as yesterday, and she thought for a while before she spoke:

"Plant it all the clearing."

"What about when it's full?"

"Change places and continue planting, there are hundreds of miles in here, and you can't finish planting in a lifetime."

"Oh......"

Xu Buling shook his head and laughed.

Seeing his smile, the little village girl raised her eyes: "You think I'm stupid?" ”

Xu Buling's smile froze, and he quickly shook his head: "No, hmm...... Afforestation is a good thing, ordinary people can't understand it, and it's normal to think it's meaningless. ”

The little village girl was satisfied, and said softly: "The people outside are not as good as trees, and you don't understand it, so I won't tell you." ”

Xu Buling nodded and didn't say anything more.

A large pot of fish soup was eaten ninety percent by Xu Buling, until there was not a drop left.

When the thing is done, it is naturally time to leave.

The red sun hung over the hills, and the setting sun sprinkled on hundreds of neatly arranged saplings, dragging long shadows in the snow.

Xu Buling hung his sword and straight knife at his waist, stood inside the fence wall, looked at the distant mountain, and hesitated slightly.

The little village girl carefully washed the pots and bowls, put them neatly in the cupboard, walked out of the small door of the kitchen, saw Xu Buling's back, paused in her footsteps, and said softly:

"It's getting dark, and it's hard to walk at night when you go out for dozens of miles."

Xu Buling held the hilt of his sword, stood on the edge of the fence, and turned around:

"There are still people waiting outside, so we can't delay too long, it's really bothering the girl."

The little village girl stood at the door, a little disappointed on her elegant face, without any cover, or not at all. She nodded slightly:

"Then you slow down, don't break in again after you go out, and don't tell outsiders."

"That's nature."

Xu Buling smiled, stepped out of the fence, walked out of the sunset, and looked back when he passed the big snowman piled up in the snow.

The little village girl was still standing at the door of the kitchen, and the black dog was obediently squatting next to her skirt, as if still in the twilight sunset.

Seeing him turn around, the little village girl raised her hand and waved it as a farewell.

Xu Buling stood in place, his fingers tapped the hilt of the sword, and after thinking for a long time, he still spoke:

"Girl, I really know a sea of flowers, which is more beautiful than here, and there are no outsiders to disturb me. Would you like to live in a different place? I can take you out if you want. ”

The little village girl frowned slightly, looked at the peach blossom forest that had been planted for many years, and shook her head: "I won't go out." After saying that, he took his skirt back to the side room, closed the door, and plugged in the deadbolt.

After being silent for a long time, Xu Buling turned around and walked outside the peach forest, turning back from time to time.

The small courtyard of the farmhouse and three small houses, there was no movement in the courtyard until the view was blocked by trees.

Xu Buling sighed softly, feeling empty in his heart, but he was helpless.

People in the rivers and lakes may not be able to help themselves, and many times they have no choice, just to survive.

People in the rivers and lakes may also be free, wandering the world with what they encounter, walking when they want to go, and stopping when they want to stop.

But some people are not born to belong to the rivers and lakes, and they are destined to be unable to touch either of them.

Xu Buling is good at everything, the only mistake is that he was born in the emperor's family, 'life as a hero' is just a butterfly in a dream, and what is actually in front of him is the whole world, so you can go when you want to go, but you can't stop when you want to stop.

Emperors and princes, princes and generals, family lords, and millions of soldiers in the world are all inextricably linked to him, and since he was born, it is impossible for him to jump out of this big box, and he has not even stayed here for a few more days.

Falling into the afterglow, Xu Buling walked slowly according to his sword, getting closer and closer to the edge of the canyon, getting farther and farther away from the small peach forest, and the four fields were deserted again.

More than 20 fish, is there enough to eat......

Such a girl's family, living alone in the deep mountains and old forests, what should I do if I am sick......

There may be psychological disorders, huh...... Autism, if you have a disease, you can't leave it alone......

The more he thought about it, the more chaotic he became, Xu Buling's brows gradually frowned, and he walked to the edge of the canyon, facing the steep rock wall, and stopped.

After hesitating for a long time, Xu Buling turned around and walked back to the depths of the peach blossom forest.

Everything you do is worthy of your heart, and the people you meet are worthy of your feelings.

happened to meet such a lonely girl, she can't just walk away, she may have mental illness, but she doesn't have it, and forcibly take it out for Jiujiu to see, always for her good......

With this in mind, Xu Buling's figure quickly walked through the peach grove and approached the small farmhouse full of peach branches.

Just halfway through, Xu Buling's ears moved slightly, and suddenly he heard someone walking in the forest.

Xu Buling heard that it was not the footsteps of the little village girl, and his heart was alert, holding the hilt of the knife and silently sneaking to the source of the sound.

Through the dense weeds and trees, it can be seen that in the peach blossom forest, a man in military uniform walks slowly, with a saber hanging from his waist and a basket behind his back, looking like a guard of a certain family. The basket contains daily utensils such as needles and threads, grain and oil.

Xu Buling frowned slightly, silently followed the guards, and came to the edge of the peach grove full of saplings, and the guards took a closer look.

In the small courtyard of the farmhouse, the door of the main house was open, and the little village girl sat by the loom and carefully weaved cloth, and the little black dog seemed to find the guards who came over and pulled the skirt of the little village girl.

The little village girl hurriedly stopped her movements and ran to the door quickly.

It's just that after seeing the guard, the little village girl was a little unhappy, turned around and continued to fiddle with the loom.

When the guards saw the people, they gently put down the basket and silently retreated from the peach forest.

Xu Buling saw this scene and guessed that it might be Xiao Cun Gu's family, knowing about the fighting and fighting that took place outside, and sent someone over to see if Xiao Cun Gu was affected.

Since there are family members who are paying attention, and the status is not low depending on the situation, they attach great importance to it, so Xu Buling is naturally not nosy.

Xu Buling stood in the depths of the dense forest and watched the little village girl weaving cloth in the house. After the guards walked away, the little village girl got up and walked out, picked up the basket on the ground, and when she passed by the new snowman outside the peach forest, she hit her shoulder and knocked the snowman's head off.

“……”

Xu Buling spread his hand slightly, showing a little helplessness in his eyes. After seeing the little village girl disappear into the house, she turned around and walked to the outside of the peach forest, never looking back.

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The sun sinks into the mountains, and the full moon hangs on the branches again.

Inside the fence wall, the table and two stools were still in the courtyard, silent, dead silent, as if they would not change for hundreds of years.

In the bedroom of the side room, the little village girl put the basket on the desk, took out the paper from it, copied all the poems she heard today on it with a pen, and then lay on the spotless embroidery bed, looking at the top of the curtain in a daze.

I stayed up late last night, and I slept a little more during the day, disrupting the routine that had been unchanged for several years, and it was supposed to be the time to sleep, but I couldn't sleep at this time.

The little village girl lay down for a long time, suddenly sat up, opened the door, and looked at the small kitchen opposite—there was a pile of firewood neatly stacked behind the stove, and the outsider was long gone.

“……”

The little village girl stood at the door and thought for a moment, then turned around and brought out the oil lamp and put it on the table of the courtyard. Then he ran outside to the peach forest, picked up the snow one by one, piled it on the stool next to the table, and after working for half the night, he built a snowman on the stool.

After that, the village girl put the unwanted wooden bowl and chopsticks in front of the snowman, then ran back to the house, took out the woven fabric, and cut it by the lamplight.

As for why she did this, she never thought about it, and she didn't care, because she did it if she wanted to.

Just like the peach tree outside, the flowers bloom when it is time to bloom, and the flowers fall when it is time to fall, without so many twists and turns.

On a winter night, the lights are like beans, and the sky is gradually falling with snow, and the woman is seriously wearing needlework in front of the bed.

In the canyon, where time seems to pass, the snowman sits quietly at the table.

Although he can't recite poetry or fish, at least he doesn't have such worldly concerns and can't run on the snowman, so as long as he wants to stay here, he can stay here forever......

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Volume 7: Dragon Breaking the Sea (End)

Volume 8: Beacon City, stay tuned......

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Thank you [Little Nezha] for the 24,000 reward of the big guy!

Thank you for the reward of the [Listen to Sleep QAQ] boss!

It may be more complicated to write the outline later, and the update today and tomorrow may be slower.