Wu Nian was dumbfounded, thinking that she didn't know how to speak, and she was upset by asking her name as soon as she opened her mouth.

"Can the girl borrow the next umbrella?" He stopped asking the woman's name and made his intentions clear. "I still have a few jars of wine to send, and the wine can't be wet with rain, so come and find a girl to borrow an umbrella, is it feasible?"

The woman did not hesitate at all, and said decisively: "No!"

"But you have two umbrellas!"

"You can't use my umbrella. The woman said. "Or maybe you can't open the umbrella. ”

Wu Nian was puzzled: "What do you say?"

Then he smiled and said, "How do you know if you can't open it if you don't try." ”

The woman didn't say anything, took off another oil-paper umbrella behind her back, and handed it to Wu Nian. Wu Nian took the oil paper umbrella, this is a simple cyan oil paper umbrella, no different from the yellow umbrella held in the woman's hand, bamboo skeleton, paper umbrella surface, without any pattern. In the hand, there is still some undried rain.

Wu Nian said with a smile: "I may not be able to lift a thousand catties of big sword, but just open an umbrella, but it is more than enough to rub it." Girl, if I open this umbrella, will I be able to borrow it? ”

The woman nodded, not thinking that Wu Nian would be able to open the green umbrella.

The result was beyond the woman's expectations, and Wu Nian opened the umbrella very easily. The woman's face finally changed, she frowned, and stared at Wu Nian with her gray pupils. made Wu Nian tremble for a while, and when she looked at her like this, it seemed that she was standing naked in place, and she was seen through.

It's a strange feeling.

"Girl, do you have time the day after tomorrow? This umbrella may only be returned to you the day after tomorrow, but if you want me to return it to you sooner, you can wait here for a while, maybe for a while. ”

The woman's brows eased, and she continued to look blank, and said, "If you have time, I will have time." ”

"Uh..." Wu Nian scratched his head a little puzzled, the woman in front of him was really confusing, he simply said: "That's the case, then I'll borrow this umbrella first, and I'll return it to you the day after tomorrow, it's also this place, this point." ”

"Okay!" the woman agreed very happily, and a rare crimson of unknown origin appeared on Mu Ne's face, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

"I am a wine boy, my name is Wu Nian, thank the girl for borrowing an umbrella, don't pass it here. Wu Nian didn't ask the woman's name again, because the woman was so incredible, and if he wanted to ask, he still had countless questions to ask. When he left, he didn't forget to remind: "Don't forget the things you have promised, if the umbrella can't be put on yet, it's mine." ”

The woman did not respond, like a stump standing in place.

It was not early, so he had to hurry up and deliver the wine to the people in the east, so he hurriedly said goodbye to the woman and sent the wine.

"If you want to ask any questions, you can leave them until the day after tomorrow when the umbrella is returned. That's what he thought.

Having said that, he was more afraid, he was afraid that the blind woman in front of him, this barefoot, beautiful woman, was afraid that it would be like that night ten years ago.

"This god, I recruited you to provoke you......!

Not long after Wu Nian's front legs left, the rain in the town suddenly stopped. It came and went quickly, so that he was defenseless, and he wanted to give the rain woman who was in charge of the rain a whip in the face.

However, it is still good after the rain stops, and the trip to deliver wine is much smoother.

"Agreed? hehe..."

Not long after Wu Nian left, the woman who stayed in the bluestone pavilion laughed, and the smile was very happy and real. If Wu Nian was there, he couldn't believe that these two people were the same person.

The woman did not leave the pavilion, but she disappeared in the pavilion very strangely, as if turning into a gust of spring breeze and falling into the wild jungle without a trace.

The rain stopped, and there was less wine in the bamboo basket, and the afternoon pine wine was delivered quickly. On the way back, it was not late, it was still a little early, because the nap was not as long as before.

He hesitated all the way, but returned to the bluestone pavilion where he rested in the afternoon, thinking that he could see the strange woman again, and it would be good to return the borrowed umbrella, but he failed, and the woman was no longer in the pavilion.

Wu Nian left regretfully, he was looking forward to seeing this beautiful woman again, and inexplicably wanted to understand her, as if his soul was swallowed by darkness, and a long lamp was guiding him.

"I can only wait until the big set the day after tomorrow. ”

When he returned to his home in Xiaojingxiang, he locked himself in the house again and never came out.

In the evening of spring, far more noisy than imagined, there can always be frogs chirping outside the window, maybe the sound of frogs is a little harsh, Wu Nian, curled up on the narrow bed, tossing and turning, has not been able to sleep.

His mind kept thinking of the strange woman he had met in the pavilion.

He was thinking, "What kind of woman is this? Why is she standing alone in the wind and rain, why do you say such strange things, why do you ......?"

Many, many questions, without the slightest clue, are extremely uncomfortable in the bottom of my heart.

Just as he was puzzled and irritated, there was a knock on the door, and the knock was very quiet, as if he was afraid of disturbing the people in the back room.

"Ah Nian, have you slept?" The person who knocked on the door was none other than Wu Mu.

Wu Nian didn't want to talk to him, "Sleep!"

"Come out and talk, keep stuffing yourself in the room, it's not good for your eyes!"

"You know, I'm not going to talk to you. ”

"No matter how you treated me before, but today is an exception, just this time, come out, let's talk for a while, and I can tell you what you want to know. ”

Wu Nian's eyes lit up, maybe he could really know something, but when he thought that he was Wu Muhou, his face turned cold and said, "Can't you say it through the door?" I don't want to see you. ”

"But I want to see you!" Wu Mu said.

I don't know if it was because of what he said, or because Wu Nian really wanted to know something, Wu Nian walked out of the door. Wu Mu was wearing a white cloth shirt that was old to yellow, and there were many traces of rough sewing with needles and threads.

Wu Mu didn't speak, Wu Nian didn't speak, and the two walked to their own small pavilion covered with ashes very tacitly.

Sitting at the stone table in the small pavilion, Wu Mu poured Wu Nian a glass of wine, and said first, "Do you want to drink some?"

"You know, I've been a 10-year hiatus. ”

Wu Mu knew this, but he didn't pay much attention to Wu Nian's words, he said with a smile: "The children of the old Wu family don't drink, and I'm afraid it will make people laugh if it is spread out." ”

Wu Nian stared at Wu Mu and said: "I don't drink the wine you poured, I remember I said that if you are still alive in this world for a day, I will never touch a drop of wine." ”

Wu Mu was unmoved by Wu Nian's devastating words, there was still a smile on his handsome face, and he said: "This wine can strengthen the essence and strengthen the yuan, even in the eyes of cultivators, it is also a rare wine, or elixir." If you drink it, it will no longer be a conjecture to become a sword cultivator who gallops through thousands of mountains, is it so, you still don't want to drink?"

"If you don't die, I'll never be able to become a swordsman. Wu Nian's mouth was murderous, and his eyes were also very unkind.

"You ......" Wu Mu was just halfway through his words, but he was blocked back by Wu Nian: "Get down to business, let's talk, what do you know?"

"The girl from the Yan family is back, with her fiancé. I believe that you and her fiancé have already crossed heads, child, what do you think. ”

Wu Mu took a sip of wine, dragged his chin with both hands, and posed as an old child, looking at Wu Nian with blank eyes.

"Zhangren?" Wu Nian fell silent, although he didn't say what he wanted to know, he was still surprised, and he didn't need to think about it to know that the man mentioned here was naturally the "little prince" he saw during the day.

"It's a good thing that Xiaoxue can marry the little prince. ”

"Is that so!" Wu Mu looked like this, "Don't you have anything to say?"

Wu Nian said directly: "No." ”

He stood up and walked to his room, a little disappointed, "If that's all you want to say to me, there's nothing to say. ”

Wu Mu didn't stop him, just kept staring at Wu Nian's back, and when Wu Nian was about to disappear into the room, Wu Mu said to Wu Nian: "There is no harm in staying away from that blind man." ”

Wu Nian paused and sneered, "It's better than being closer to you." ”

Then, a very piercing slamming sound echoed through the courtyard.

......

Wu Nian got up very late the next day, and his short hair was unkempt like a pile of artemisia grass, which he had grabbed by himself in the futon last night.

He didn't go out on this day, and he didn't even go to the mountain to pick leaves, and stayed in the room all the time. His mind was very confused, and he had to come to a conclusion about the three questions, otherwise he would just stay in the back room.

In the evening, he finally figured out these three questions.

No matter who the blind woman was, and how unlucky she was, the borrowed umbrella had to be returned anyway.

It is a good thing that Yan Moxue can marry the little prince, whether this is true or not, it has nothing to do with him.

There is also Wu Mu, his thoughts have never changed.

......

The large set is full of traffic, and it is far more lively than the small set. On this day, as usual, Wu Nian carried more than a dozen jars of pine wine at the door very early, and went out of the house with the cyan oil-paper umbrella that was to be returned.

People in the big market towns get up very early, because there are many things that can only be bought early. The big market is equivalent to a festival, every time it is this day, the people in the town will rush to the big market in the center of the town, some sell the handle, some buy the market, and some people just come to the market to play.

There is such a teahouse in the bazaar, called Tingfeng Building, every big market day, this teahouse will be opened, the teahouse is not very big, and there is nothing very prominent, just an ordinary teahouse, but the operation is good.

Others don't open for three years, and they eat for three years. It's not open for five days, it's open for five days. Before the museum opened, there was already an endless stream of people blocking the door of the teahouse, and they were waiting for the teahouse to open and take a good place first.

They didn't go to listen to the tea in the wind building, but to listen to the king's story.

When Wu Nian came to the teahouse, the teahouse had already opened its doors to do business, and the people who came to listen to the books were crowded with the teahouse, and they felt that the several wooden doors of the teahouse were almost unable to withstand their tossing and crumbling.

In the center of the teahouse, three five-foot-high tea tables are stacked two people high, and an old man in a clean white shirt sits in it, holding a seven-foot-long ring ruler in one hand and a fist-sized gourd in the other. As he waved his ruler, he tore his voice and began to talk, taking a sip of the wine in the gourd.

He is Wang Fuzi, Wang Hansan. A storyteller is more like a charlatan with just the right packaging. He hasn't been talking here for a day or two, at the beginning, he was not from his hometown, and as for when he came to Qinghe Town, only he may know.

He once talked about it on the way to tell the story, he was a ranger, and he didn't want to leave, so he stayed in Qinghe Town to be a storyteller, but no one chose to believe it.

For Wang Fuzi's storytelling, the people who came to listen to the book were all with three points of faith and seven points of interest. Because many of the things he says are fantastical and have no credibility. Because he often said that when he was young, he was famous in all directions, and the emperor Lao Tzu had to look at his face and act, and he also knew the martial arts master Li Zhonger as an old acquaintance, saying what "there is Li Xinger in the west, and Wang Hansan in the east." ”

It's nonsense, but compared to his boasting, he talks about strange things in the folk, which is very much to the audience's appetite.

"The mountains and rivers are big and small. Do you believe that there are demons in this world?" said Master Wang, pointing to a child in front of him.

Xiao Tong scratched his cheeks and thought for a while, and said in a milky voice: "Of course there is, where are the immortals if there are no monsters?"

The boy was satisfied with his answer and smiled.

"Then do you think there are ghosts in this world?" Master Wang grimaced, and said with his teeth and claws.

"Hell... Oh the hell! Woo... Woo!" The little boy was frightened by the distorted face of Master Wang, and burst into tears.

One of them was a middle-aged man sitting on the east side who stood up and said loudly: "Master, don't make fun of the little doll, I will pee my pants later, I will be frightened, I am afraid that I will go to find Lao Tzu to judge, you old bones, I don't know if you can stand it." ”

The audience laughed, and they were all amused by the immodest words of the prime of life.

Who knew that Master Wang came and said: "No, I'm not joking this time, it's just that you don't usually believe my words, but this time you really have to believe me this time." There are really ghosts in this world, I have seen them with my own eyes. ”

The laughter from the audience disappeared for a moment, and it was silent. The so-called talking about ghosts and changing colors is nothing more than that. At this time, suddenly someone in the crowd said, "Then tell me what the ghost looks like, don't stand here and talk without backache, I want to hear what the ghost looks like in most of my life?"

"yes, yes, tell me what the ghost looks like, don't sell it. ”

The quiet atmosphere instantly flew into the sky, in exchange for a burst of doubt.

The master was silent for a while, and then said with a straight face, "Do you really want to know? ”

"Don't sell it, I just know how to hang other people's appetites, I want to listen to your nonsense quickly! ”

The master pulled his voice, and everyone in the audience thought that the master was about to start talking, but when they all pricked up their ears to listen to the master's story, the master said, "There is no wine." It caused a burst of disdain from the audience, and they wanted to give the master a stick.