The breeze blows the willows, skips the Qijiang River water of the cockroach plate, swims through the Qianpinggang where the dangerous peaks stand, and lives in Qinghe Town, which is south of the country, is undoubtedly also blessed by the spring light, fades the boring winter makeup, and wraps it in a new yarn. The town south of Changdao should be like spring all year round, and spring is not so, but in fact it is not, and spring at this time should be regarded as a real spring day.

There is a small alley in the southwest corner of Qinghe Town, and the alley is not big, and there are only about seven or eight households. Because every household will have a small black brick well, the alley is called Xiaojing Alley by the townspeople. Although it is far away from the market, it is located in a corner and adjacent to the steep Qianpinggang, but it does not affect the people on the alley and the people in the town. Not for anything else, just for that sip of good spring wine from Matsuma.

With the warm mountain spring well water in winter and cool in summer, the tender green pine leaves are used in the wine, supplemented by the wine-making techniques passed down from generation to generation, making this pine leaf wine the most anticipated wine in Qinghe Town in spring. It is said that the pine wine of the old Wu family can also have the effect of strengthening the body, so there is often a joke in the town, "The pine leaves can be used as wine, and there is not much brewing in the spring, because it belongs to the old Wu family." Of course, this is just a joke, and it is mostly pine wine that is rare in the old Wu family.

Halfway through the hour, before the time came, a dilapidated room of the old Wu family was already lit with a faint candle flame, one of the small young men was by the light of the fire, meticulously bunched the coarse cloth clothes on his body, and after a while, the coarse cloth clothes on his body were neatly made like that, and then he nodded with satisfaction, put a small bamboo basket on his back, and stepped out of the door.

When he got out of the room, he kept hanging his head, and he didn't look up, as long as he could see the road under his feet, he was not afraid that he couldn't find the direction, after all, he had lived a small life for 16 years, and it was okay to walk this small road with his eyes closed. "Ah Nian", as soon as he came out of his house, a middle-aged man called from the neighboring house, and the middle-aged man called very softly and lightly.

Hearing the sound, the young man knew that the middle-aged man was calling him, but the young man finally ignored the middle-aged man's call, and simply quickened his pace, bowed his head and walked out of the small well alley with only a few households, and went to Qianpinggang in the back mountain. After that, the middle-aged man looked at the young man who bowed his head and left, shook his head, and complained: "This kid is still the same!"

The young man's name is Wu Nian, and he is the son of Wu Mu, a middle-aged man who called him "Ah Nian" just now. The pine wine of the old Wu family is the wine made by the father and son of the Wu family. said so, but Wu Nian was just a starter, and in the end it was Wu Mu who made wine. As for why Wu Nian didn't want to pay attention to Wu Mu, he could only say that he had been like this for ten years, and he had never changed, except for what he had to say when making wine, he usually said very little.

After a long time, facing the morning breeze, Wu Nian came down from Qianpinggang, and the bamboo basket on his back was already full of dense pine leaves and pine buds, among which there were some spring-ripening tang pears. For this inconspicuous few small fruits, it took Wu Nian's efforts to pick them, because spring-ripening tang pears are rare, and there are also places where rattans are everywhere and weeds are unmanned.

His body was cut by rattan and weeds with many cuts of different sizes, and blood mixed with sweat flowed all over his arms, but he stared straight at the few begonia pears that were not pretty, but he raised his head, looked at the white of the fish belly that appeared in the sky, and laughed involuntarily, as if he couldn't feel the pain in his arm, and he didn't forget to mutter: "She will definitely like it." ”

The old blacksmith in the adjacent alley opened the door early, and his thick arms waved the hammer in his hand vigorously, knocking on the red iron piece, clanging, he saw Wu Nian with a bamboo basket on his back from a distance, stopped the handle in his hand, and shouted in the air, "Yo, Ah Nian, get up so early to pick leaves!"

Wu Nian stopped at the door of the blacksmith shop and responded with a smile: "Uncle Liu said that he was joking, uncle, didn't your old man come out early to call for the hammer?"

"Ah Nian, this joke can be made big, old man, I just opened the door, you have come back from the mountain, how can you be diligent. Blacksmith Liu seemed to think of something, and came over and patted Wu Nian's shoulder, "Ah Nian, it's all at this point, it's tiring enough to go up the mountain, stay and have breakfast and go back!"

Wu Nian was silent for a while, shook his head and refused as usual, "No, the one at home is still waiting for the leaves to enter the wine!"

"Lao Wu, that's fine, I'll tell you when I go back...... Hey, you're still hurt, come, go into the back room and ask our mother-in-law to bandage you. Seeing the wound on his arm, Blacksmith Liu took Wu Nian's hand and wanted to go to the inner room.

Wu Nian was a little flattered, and a little embarrassed to gently pull his hand away, and refused: "Uncle Liu, no need, it's just a little scratched, don't get in the way, boy, I'll go back first." ”

Blacksmith Liu didn't mean to stay, Wu Nian was like this, it wasn't ten days and half a month, it was already strange, and finally Blacksmith Liu shouted, "Ah Nian, don't forget our pine wine, if you can't lift the hammer, you will be blamed." ”

Wu Nian turned his back to Blacksmith Liu and waved his hand, "No, I'll be the first to come to the blacksmith shop tomorrow." ”

When the words fell, the two of them raised the corners of their mouths at the same time.

Every three days for a small episode and a big episode on the fifth day, Wu Nian will send pleasant pine wine to the neighbors in the town, so for the child of the old Wu family, most of the people in the town treat him very well, but Wu Nian doesn't want to get too close to them, just because of the "one" at home.

When he returned to his yard, he still kept his head down, until he didn't see the person he didn't want to see, then he raised his head and breathed a sigh of relief, and then put the pine leaves and pine buds in the bamboo basket separately outside his father's house, and carried more than a dozen tang pears into the stove room.

Until noon, he came out of the stove room, the tang pear in his hand was gone, and there was an extra butter paper bag with exquisite packaging. At this time, there was still no trace of my father, but the pine leaves and pine buds outside my father's house were gone.

Lunch was eaten by Wu Nian alone, just a few clear soup dishes, all made by himself, he prepared three pairs of bowls and chopsticks, although he was the only one, he still ate very carefully, very careful, and did not wait for his father to come back to eat together. After the meal, he put the food back into the pot where there was still residual heat, left a pair of eaten dishes and chopsticks and two pairs of empty chopsticks on the table, returned to his house, and never came out again.

In the eyes of outsiders, the person who can make such a delicious spring wine must be a happy family, but what they don't know is that the father and son of the old Wu family who brewed this pine wine may be even more rusty than strangers, because it is difficult for them to meet at all.

I don't know when, a handsome, feminine middle-aged man in white appeared outside Wu Nian's house, he knocked on the door with a white pleated hand, knocked for a long time, still couldn't wait for Wu Nian's response, and finally he left a milky white porcelain vase outside Wu Nian's house, just wanted to leave, but Wu Nian's unkind voice came from the house, "Take away your worthless mercy, I don't need it, I don't need it now, and I won't need it in the future." ”

The middle-aged man was indifferent to Wu Nian's words and continued to leave, without any intention of taking the porcelain vase.

Wu Nian was furious, and said in a broken voice: "Don't you understand people's words, take your fake things away from me and then get out." ”

The middle-aged man still ignored it.

Just as he was about to leave, the middle-aged man seemed to think of something, and said in a high-pitched voice: "It's not peaceful in the town recently, don't walk around on rainy days." ”

"It's not peaceful, it's ridiculous, can it be too peaceful for you?" Wu Nian said disdainfully. But at this time, the figure outside the house was still nowhere to be seen, he angrily slapped the bed board, jumped up from the bed, pushed open the door and smashed the porcelain vase put by the middle-aged man, and then returned to the room angrily, and never went out of the room again.

The next day, he still got up very early, earlier than the crowing rooster, because he felt that a man was only sixty or seventy, and if he got up early, he would be able to live longer than ordinary people.

He took the oil paper bag prepared yesterday, opened the door, and saw dozens of jars of wine displayed outside the house, each wine jar was pasted with a corresponding small white strip, which was about to be sent to the place, he carefully ordered it, until he saw a note written on Yanfu, and then he was satisfied with dozens of jars of wine carefully loaded into his small bamboo basket and went out of the house.

His figure is not strong, because of the reason for going up the mountain all the year round, he is also not weak, but carrying these dozens of jars of wine on his back, he still looks a little difficult, his steps are staggering, and he looks like he is in danger of falling.

As promised yesterday, his first destination was the old Liu family's blacksmith shop. But he came too early after all, and the blacksmith shop was not open, and he sat on the small black stone outside the blacksmith shop, and after a while, the blacksmith shop still did not make a sound. He had to have some fun around, turning left and right, and finally his eyes fell on a worn-out sack on the left side of the gate.

Every day, the blacksmith would pack some unfinished products that were not mature or failed in the blacksmith and put them at the door in sacks, and naturally someone would come and clean them up the next day. Wu Nian rummaged through the sack containing iron tools, including a cracked iron pestle and a twisted hoe, which did not interest him until he pulled out a three-foot-long sword from the sack.

Most likely because there were a few small cracks in the hilt, so the iron sword did not open, he held the iron sword in his hand, the tip of the sword was facing upward, it looked a little difficult, and the right hand holding the sword was shaking constantly.

Becoming a swordsman who walks the world with a sword is something that many people dream of doing in their hearts, and Wu Nian, who is in the age of good courage, is no exception. He had fantasized many times that he was alone, on a horse, with a pot of liquor in his left hand and a long sword in his right hand, lying lazily on his horse's back, unconcerned about the world, and living at ease. He even said to a little girl when he was a child, "You have to be a leisurely ranger." ”

At this time, holding the blunt sword in his hand, he was full of emotions, that little girl was already a sword cultivator on the famous side, and she was still an inner disciple of the Sword Sect of the first sect in the Xi Kingdom, and now, he was just a little guy running errands. For anyone, the ridiculous may be just yourself.

He let out a long sigh and stuffed the defective product in his hand back into the cloth bag. Then he took out a jar of wine and placed it in a sheltered place outside the blacksmith's shop, covered it with some stones, and then left the blacksmith's shop.

Before leaving, he muttered to himself, "If this happens, maybe I can still learn the sword." ”

After walking a few steps, he patted his head to make himself sober, "Impossible, maybe I can only stay in Qinghe Town as a wine delivery boy in this life." ”

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The trail is familiar, the avenue is confused, he is lonely, helpless, and confused.

Maybe all of this can only be thanks to that night ten years ago!