The village is quiet at night. The moonlight shines through the thin clouds, and it falls faintly onto the earth. And the moonlight shone into the window, and the light shone on the person in front of the window. A bright lamp on the wooden table was blown on and off by the night wind. The night alone seems very lonely. As the night gets thicker, my heart slowly settles. The lonely shadow illuminated by the light invisibly lengthens the loneliness.

Master Zhuang wore a simple nightgown with atmospheric dark cloud sleeves, and sat upright in front of the window. He lowered his eyes and face, looking thoughtful, staring at the silver foot ring in his hand, immersed in his own world.

The silver foot ring in his hand has a small bell embedded in it, and the wind blows the bell, making a crisp and pleasant sound in the dead of night... In a trance, a small and dilapidated house came to mind... Two children with depressed clothes and dirty faces. The two twin faces can't tell the size apart.

A poor boy without a father, licking his withered lips because of hunger, is like a poor beggar, lonely and helpless. They looked at each other stupidly and stood in the middle of the dilapidated house. These two poor children without a father rely on their neighbors to help. At the age of four or five, it is not a matter of suffering in the world.

"Brother, I'm so hungry...", the gurgling stomach woke up the sleeping hunger. One of the children, looking pitiful, looked at the other child and said, "Hungry, I'm so hungry, go to the neighbor's aunt for something." Brother waits for brother, brother goes and returns. ”…

Without waiting for the other child to answer, he turned and walked out the door. The silver bell tied to the foot made a pleasant sound of "jingle bell" with the movement of one step after another.

Seeing the child go out, the figure disappeared from his field of vision, and the sound of the bell gradually faded away. The child standing in the room, staring at the silver bell on his feet, waited until it was dark until dawn, but never waited for his little brother.

He begged his neighbors in a panic and went around looking for his missing little brother. Crazy search day after day, but no news is lost. Later, I heard that his younger brother and a kung fu man seemed to have entered the deep mountains and old forests. I also searched for the old forest in the mountains, but I found nothing and returned disappointed. Later, he was fortunate to meet the military attache of the imperial court and kindly took him in as an adopted son. Because his real name is Zhuo, and his adoptive father's surname is Zhuang, his adoptive father named him, Zhuang Shizhuo.

Zhuang Shizhuo lives in Zhuangfu, and he doesn't worry about food and clothing. The adoptive father was a military attaché with high merit, and he also taught him good skills. Zhuang Shizhuo was deeply influenced by his adoptive father and also had patriotic feelings. It's a pity that his adoptive father fell ill and unfortunately left him. Fortunately, he finally took over the position and became a military attache for a generation.

Over the years, he has been upright and upright, living a stable life, and worry-free. But he has something on his mind, and he is an unforgettable twin brother for many years. Although I have never forgotten and searched, there is still no news. In any case, this is a regret for him! …

Zhuang Shizhuo sat alone in front of the window, immersed in the past. At this time, I only listened, "Knock knock", and there was a slight knock on the door. "Come in." Zhuang Shizhuo was not surprised, and only responded softly.

The door of the void "creaked", and someone gently pushed it open from the outside. Zhuang Shizhuo turned his head sideways and saw the foreman in the house walking into the house. The foreman came into the house, approached the hanging, took a coat and took it in his hand, and then approached Master Zhuang's side, and gently put on his coat.

"Master, this night is cold, wear more clothes to keep warm." The foreman in the house put on a coat for him, and stood on one side, looking at Master Zhuang and said with concern, "Since Mrs. Beat passed away, no one has taken care of the master, and the master has to take care of himself." ”

Hearing him mention his wife who died early, Zhuang Shizhuo couldn't help but be silent. After being silent for a long time, he sighed again and said, "Delicate and sick died, and I was left alone." Providence, she went early, and I was alone and bitter..."

The foreman in the house listened to the words, bowed his head and remained silent. After a while, he raised his head and comforted Master Zhuang and said, "Fortunately, Mrs. left two sons, which can be regarded as a consolation for the master." ”

"Hmm." When Master Zhuang heard this, he was a little relieved. may have left the two sons of the banker, which is the only sustenance for him in this life. Master Zhuang nodded to himself. Then he spoke softly again, "Why haven't you rested this late night?" ”

"Since the heirloom sword of Zhuangfu was recovered, my mind let go and slept well every night. But for some reason, it's hard to sleep these days. Take a walk in the middle of the night. I wandered around here unintentionally, and found that there was a lamp in the old man's house, and guessed that the old man had not rested. So let's take a look. The foreman in the house listened to the question and replied respectfully and truthfully.

"The Zhuang Mansion Heirloom Sword has returned, and you don't need to feel guilty anymore. You will be responsible for all the things in the house, although you have worked hard, but you will not have trouble sleeping. What else keeps you awake? Zhuang Shizhuo listened to his words, and asked him in confusion.

The foreman in the house stood there, staring directly at Master Zhuang's hand, the silver foot circle illuminated by the moonlight emitted a dazzling light, which made people a little dazzling. Master Zhuang followed his gaze, and his gaze fell back to his hand. I only heard the foreman say, "After the heirloom sword is recovered, I have a wide heart, and there are many things in the house that are defenseless." It's just that the old man told me to find my loved ones, but the little one is really incompetent! There are no eyebrows to this day. This is a heart disease after all, and Xu is difficult to sleep for this matter. ”

Zhuang Shizhuo raised his eyes and looked at him and saw his sad face. He lowered his head and stared at the silver foot ring in his hand, only to whisper hoarsely, "This silver foot ring is originally a pair, and my brothers each hold one." If he is still alive, I believe we will see each other. Give yourself a belief and a glimmer of hope. You don't have to sleep hard for this, just do your best. ”…… After speaking, Zhuang Shizhuo raised his eyes and looked out the window, as if his thoughts drifted to an endless place.

"What the lord said is very true. You should rest early, the little one will retire first. The foreman in the house was silent for a moment, he stared at Master Zhuang for a long time, and said this softly. Seeing that Master Zhuang nodded in acquiescence, he respectfully bent down and turned to leave.

After the foreman in the house left, Master Zhuang stared at the silver foot ring for a long time, and then carefully stored it. At this time, the night is getting deeper and deeper......

In another Fan Yin's house, there are still light shadows. They are all lonely and alone, but their minds are completely different. At this time, Fan Yin, who was losing his secret for his own family, was somewhat stumbling in his heart. During the day, I tactfully probed the wind, and knew that the old man Zhuang didn't like martial arts, which made this search even more confusing... The girl in the cliff valley is hand-drawn, the mysterious person eavesdropping outside the inn window, and the shallow footprint of the Zhuangfu lobby. Fan Yin thought about it one by one in his mind, wondering if these were related? And is there a secret to all this? …

The people in the house, thinking about it. The more he thought about it, the more confused he became, and Fan Yin felt that it was difficult to find it. He paced the room in thought, the flickering lights stretching out shadows and dangling on the white walls......