In a rainy year, a night of heavy snow covers the roof with a thick layer of snow, and a neat row of icicles on the eaves hangs upside down, shining in the sun.

Tiptoeing open the old wooden door, a weather-beaten face was even more vicissitudes under the moment of the cold wind, and the old man who had just woken up couldn't help but tremble, and then sneezed without warning.

"It's really cold!" Hurriedly closed the door, entered the room and put on a thick cotton coat before walking out.

The old man's hut was located in a small village in the middle of nowhere, and he had no children to live on a thatched house on the side of the avenue, and because of the passing passengers, he would make rice every day to feed them, which is his main source of income today.

After washing with some well water, the next step is to wash rice and cook, because he has chopped enough firewood in advance, so he does not need to worry about this winter, and there are not too many guests in this season, these are small experiences summed up in previous years.

By the time he was almost done, it was past nine o'clock in the morning.

He went to the humble stables and fed his old man for many years a few handfuls of hay, and then carried the wooden barrel with the rice into the wagon......

The winter sun did not add a little warmth to the old man, but made him shrink a little more.

The emaciated old horse snorted in the cold wind, and then leisurely moved towards the usual fixed route.

It didn't take long for the familiar thatched hut to appear in front of his eyes.

He patted the horse's ass gently, and his old fellow walked to the leeward wall and stopped.

The old man jumped out of the carriage and carried the barrel and the small jar containing the pickles separately.

Feeling the heat emitted by the wooden barrel, he quickly removed the two door panels of the thatched hut and put the things into the house.

It wasn't until this step was done that the old man breathed a long sigh of relief, and then put a sign at the door to serve light food, and the next steps were very simple, just wait.

The thatched hut hung outside the whirring cold wind, the old man inside with his hands on the warm quilt crumbling asleep, and a skinny old horse in the corner of the house was lying on the ground, his eyes slightly closed, its appearance really made the first sight of it involuntarily have such a doubt, that is, whether it survived this harsh winter.

I don't know how long I slept, but the old man was suddenly awakened by a knock on the door.

Hurriedly frowned and said, "Sit inside." It was only when he rubbed his eyes that he realized that the other party was just a teenager.

After looking around again, seeing that there was no one else, he said in confusion, "Only the little brother is alone, and there is no family together?" ”

The young man put down his hood, exhaled a cold breath, and said with a smile, "Uncle, I don't need to look at it, I'm alone...... I was cold and hungry on this day, did I have anything to eat? ”

Looking at the young man in front of him, the old man suddenly sighed in his heart, he was used to seeing hairy boys in the village who came in the water all day long and went in the mud, such a good-looking boy was really rare.

With a delicate face, a calm bearing, and clothes without patches, he directly classified the other party as a child of a rich family.

It's just that how could such a teenager appear alone in such a wilderness, isn't his family worried, but he still didn't ask after all.

"There is nothing to entertain in the small mountain shop, only rice that has just been made in the morning, and pickles." He knew that the other party might not be used to eating this kind of thing, but he could provide it here.

The boy looked down and sniffed, the well-grained rice was fragrant in the bowl, and a few slices of radish and pickles were dotted on the side, what more luxury could he ask for in such weather?

Sitting on the small bench without any image, Balabala picked up the rice, and the chopsticks and bowls made a happy sound for a while, as if it was a delicacy in the world, not a simple bowl of white rice.

The old man looked at the other party with chopsticks and picked up the last grain of rice in the bowl with chopsticks and put it into his mouth, then licked his lips unsatisfactorily, and said to him, "Uncle, another bowl!" ”

Seeing that the other party actually ate this kind of rural coarse food so cleanly, he was both surprised and happy, and said enthusiastically, "Okay! ”

However, at the same time as he took the empty bowl and turned around, a young man in blue clothes and white pants suddenly came out of the woods opposite, only to see him glance behind him in a panic, and quickly ran forward, but he was too panicked and his feet were crooked, and the whole person fell to the ground.

'Poof' was on the opposite side of the boy happened to see such a funny scene, this left foot stumbling right foot honey performance, sighed in his heart, fortunately there was no food in his mouth, otherwise it would have been squirted out just now.

"Little brother, your meal."

"Thank you!"

The boy took the rice and enjoyed the plot in front of him with interest while pulling the rice.

"Hehe, look where you're going!" Several tall men in samurai uniforms also rushed out of the woods, their faces smiling as if no one was around them with the joy that their target had been achieved.

The young man's face turned pale, and he said angrily, "You ...... Aren't you afraid that my father will trouble you? ”

"Of course we have thought about this kind of thing, so you don't have to worry about it, haha!"

Seeing such a scene suddenly happen at his door, the old man was stunned, and several people on the opposite side were holding bright katanas, with a domineering appearance, obviously wanting to kill the young man on the ground.

It's just that although he wanted to help that young man, the other party was one of those high-ranking samurai lords, and he couldn't afford to provoke him and didn't have the ability to help.

Glancing at the young man who was eating with his head down, he sighed, of course he couldn't expect such a young man with fine skin and tender flesh to go up and help, which would only make him get caught in.

At the moment when his heart was entangled, a cold light flashed in the air, and one of the warriors on the opposite side watched in astonishment as his left arm landed in the corner of his eye, and the warm and bright red blood began to flow out, instantly staining the ground red.

"Who dares to stop us and doesn't want to live?"

Under the roar of the other party, a figure walked out from the shade of the tree.

I saw that he was dressed in the armor of a samurai, with a black beard, a serious expression, and said coldly, "Oh? Don't want to live? Are you saying that you don't want to live? ”

"Who the hell are you?"

However, the arrogant warrior on the other side did not answer him, but continued, "Listen, I won't say it a second time. If you can't do it, don't talk about it, it will only bring humiliation to yourself, so quickly put away your knives and retreat! ”

The tips of the blades on the opposite side reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight, and the young man on the ground had already stood up at this moment, retreated to the edge of the thatched house, and then observed the battle with his big black eyes.

The young man who was cooking raised his head and glanced at him, and he couldn't help but think a little higher at him in his heart, but he didn't take advantage of the chaos to escape.