The night breeze outside is very cool, and it makes people feel refreshed, especially when they are on the way home. Xiaozhi had already understood what her mother meant, and she read in her heart a thousand times: "It's gone, when will it be in the shape of the universe?" Hu is not committed to staying? What do you want to worry about? Wealth is not my wish, the emperor is unexpectedly ......"

This is the song he has been accustomed to reciting since he was a child, Jin Tao Yuanming's "Words of Return", thinking so, the meaning of the fine words, the sadness and bitterness in his heart slowly calmed down. - It turns out that those ancient books are like this. Who does not die? Thousands of years ago, people faced the same situation as him. Suddenly he understood what thought was and the beauty of thought. He knew that the person who wrote this word could not escape life and death, but his heart was merciful, and he used a beautiful thought to give people a kind of support, and taught them what attitude to use to complete the last journey of life. Xiaozhi suddenly felt that his face was wet in the evening breeze. But this is not sadness, not the sadness of self-inflicted misfortune, but a kind of emotion, a kind of moving power generated by the compassionate wish of the ancients. Yes - when will Yu Xingyu be restored, Hu Bu will not be willing to stay?

- How many times can this life be left in this universe without your physical body, and why should you be sad and lonely when you have seen through its shortness, why not let go of your heart and smile at this floating life and death with a contemplative attitude? He immersed his heart in the thoughts of a man thousands of years ago, and unconsciously forgot his own situation of being alone and waiting to die.

There was a sudden fire in front, and for a while, Pei Hongli and Xiaozhi were about to walk to the entrance of the village in the east. They guessed that out of the village, there must be people from Dongmi waiting to make a move. But at this moment, there was a firelight, and when that ray of fire jumped into Xiaozhi's eyes, he felt that his eyes lit up, and the person had walked out of Tao Yuanming's literary realm. Although the firelight was dim, it was like a jumping, unwilling brilliance of life, shining in the eyes of the child. He suddenly became attached in his heart, and suddenly he was lonely and angry: why, why did he go into the road to die so willingly? Why can't he utter the last and most vicious curse on this creature before he dies, that is the last bit of his resistance and resistance to this world! Pei Hongli felt that Xiaozhi's hand shook in his hand, and his heart was hurt, almost leaving tears.

The light of the fire came from a small abandoned shed at the head of the village, and the shed not only had the light of the fire, but also made the sound of striking iron one after another. It was an abandoned iron shop in the village, because the iron man died of old age, and the iron shop had been empty for a long time. Although the voice is single, it seems to tell a person's unwillingness to fate in this dark night. Xiaozhi's mother and son had already walked to the blacksmith shop, and in the dim fire, Xiaozhi saw Aunt Hu's wide and ugly face, she puffed out the bellows one by one, and then picked up the big hammer weighing seventy or eighty pounds in her hand, and hammered a piece of calcined pig iron on the anvil one by one. She seemed to be waiting for someone, and when she saw that Xiaozhi had arrived at the door, she suddenly said, "Xiaozhi, come here, pull the bellows for me." ”

Somehow, as soon as Xiaozhi saw this woman, she had an impulse to rejoice in her life. If he was usually the happiest, he would rush in and pull the bellows for her, but now...... He looked at his mother's face and said softly, "Auntie, I'm leaving." I have something to do with my mother, so I can't help you pull it. ”

Aunt Hu didn't raise her face, still hammering a piece of reddened pig iron in her hand one by one, "What is more important than striking iron?" Let me tell you, striking iron is the most fun and worthwhile thing to do in the world. ”

Her face was gloomy. Xiao Zhi looked at this friend of his, and suddenly felt a sadness in his heart. He said, "No, auntie, I'm leaving." Later, you ...... Don't worry so much about the people around you, they don't deserve it. You...... Have fun. ”

After he said this, there were tears in his eyes. Aunt Hu didn't look back, staring at the piece of pig iron in front of her, as if she had no expression. But on the reddish forging, there was a sudden 'whoosh', and a little green smoke came up, and there was a little black and black on the dark red forging, as if some water droplets were dripping on it. I only heard Aunt Hu say in a rough and calm voice: "Come in, you are my friend, I want you to help find the bellows now." ”

Xiaozhi hesitated in her heart, thinking: She doesn't know anything about herself, then don't tell her, let her be sad again. He said no more, took his mother's hand, and followed hers. Aunt Hu couldn't bear it anymore and stepped out. Her steps were so big, she stepped in front of Xiaozhi in a few steps, and snatched Xiaozhi's hand from Pei Honglian's hand. angrily said to Pei Honglian: "I've never seen you like this!" Fucking fate has put a knife on this child's neck, and you'll only drop two sentences for him, and just obediently drive him to death like a lamb! Xiaozhi, come in with me, with my Aunt Hu for a day, I won't let you poke your neck like this. ”

Childish had been dragged to the blacksmith by her in three steps and two steps, and he raised a small face to look at his mother, who slowly shook her head. He turned his face to Aunt Hu and said, "Auntie, I'm leaving." There must be more people coming from Dongmi this time than last time, and you can't resist it. We have done something wrong by dragging Grandpa Yu into this matter, and we can't even cause more people in this village to die. ”

Aunt Hu raised her face: "Life? Get killed? ”

Her yellow and unkempt hair was thrown behind her head: "Why do you want to die, you want to die, let's not send that life." Life is your own, why is it so free? ”

Xiaozhi said: "But there are ...... in the village"

Aunt Hu intercepted: "Old man Feng thinks that the lives of those people are heavier than yours, but in the eyes of my Aunt Hu, I value your life." How about it, what can they do, what can Dongmi do? They don't want to turn their faces with the butcher's knife door, so I have to turn this face, even if the old knife handle comes, I am not allowed to turn this face, I want to turn it too! Hey, funny, funny. Benevolence, righteousness and morality, they just talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality, two days ago they were rolling on the ground waiting for someone to slaughter, but now they are the masters of other people's lives. They were not worthy of my Aunt Hu's rescue at that time. Don't say anything else, pull the bellows! ”

After that, she couldn't help but say, and as soon as she shoved Xiaozhi to the small stool in front of the bellows, she forced the handle into his hand, and Xiaozhi only pulled it up one by one. That monotonous action seemed to give him a lot of hope and the pleasure of life, he really wanted to fight with Aunt Hu like this all his life, and he would be so happy. When he was free, he could go up the back mountain with Aunt Hu and lie quietly in the grass to see how the wisp of cooking smoke rose. Pei Hongli could only follow her to the blacksmith shop, and Aunt Hu ignored her, as if she was still angry that she was going to pull her child out like this and send her life. I only heard Pei Hongling say quietly: "Auntie, thank you." But we don't want to implicate more people. I heard the old man Yu say that Xiangyang is an important place in the east, and Yonggui Hall is in this area, in addition to the two protectors of the law, there are also the famous 'Fourteen Killers', and sometimes the head hall master comes to inspect. I'm not saying that you don't have enough kung fu, but there are many heroes who can't beat them. ”

Aunt Hu said with a calm face: "There are many people, and there are more people in Qijia Village." What's the use of more, no matter how much it comes out, it's also a bit of a bad seed. ”

She looked at Pei Honglin's face and seemed to feel a hint of admiration for her calmness. Since Pei Hongling came, she didn't have a good impression of this beautiful woman, but now, it seems that that contempt has faded. She raised the sledgehammer in her hand: "I know, I may really not be able to beat them, and that 'male and female' pair alone is enough for me to deal with." But I still have it. ”

She shook the sledgehammer and said, "It's called a butcher's knife." ”

"I still have a butcher's knife. In this world, the knife that can be slaughtered is not all in the hands of those villains! ”