The weather was good on this day, because it was late autumn, the weather in the north was already a little cold, and An An, who was bored at home, really couldn't learn from her sister-in-law's female red, and she didn't have much heart to follow the third brother to stare at the decoration. I admired the craftsmanship of an old blacksmith I had just met. She was thinking about getting a new set of healing tools. So I asked my sister-in-law to help me draw the pattern, and then changed into men's clothes and went to the west of the city.

The west of the city is not as bustling as Zhongxing Street, as the fragrance of books as the east of the city, as the fireworks in the south of the city, and of course as the solemn in the north of the city.

There were not many people on the street, and the sound of An An's carriage making a clicking sound was naturally exceptionally clear and loud. When her carriage stopped outside the blacksmith's shop, there was no doubt that there was a sudden circle of beggars around her, and there were many poor families living in this area. There are a lot of beggars who fight the autumn wind, and they look forward to getting some charity when they look at an extraordinary-looking son who gets off the car.

An An came a few times, and also had some experience in this, knowing that these people just wanted to fight the autumn breeze, and had no bad intentions, so they did not fortify, took out some loose money from the money bag and handed it to an old man, asking him to divide it among everyone, and the group dispersed.

She smiled and hung up her purse, and turned to step through the door of the blacksmith's house, but when she turned her head, she slammed into a strong wall of human flesh. She groaned, hurriedly stepped back, rubbed her aching head, and looked up to see the culprit.

However, she couldn't back away, and was held by a pair of strong hands. Then a magnetic voice came: "Little brother, worry"

She looked at it closely, and saw that it was a heroic, angular, handsome face full of anger from people and gods, and the key was that the handsome face was full of worry and apology. An An was a little shy in his heart, but when he looked closely, he was shocked, this person was none other than the "handsome uncle" in Youzhou. It's just that it seems that after shaving, the whole person is more energetic. She was stunned: "You, you, you,"

It's just that before she finished speaking, Xiao Yu interrupted him: "Sorry, I'm sorry to disturb the little brother." Then he held her steady and withdrew his hands.

Don't blame Xiao Yu for not recognizing his benefactor's appearance, that day at the post station and Youzhou, An Anju did a disguise, and his complexion was not much different from now. In addition, it turned out to be women's clothing. Xiao Yu couldn't imagine that she had become a pretty boy.

And An An wanted to say hello to him, but thinking that this matter was very important, he held back. She saw that Xiao Yu didn't seem to recognize her, so she hurriedly shut up and shook her head, meaning that it didn't matter.

Xiao Yu saw that the little boy seemed to be fine, so he wanted to say goodbye, he turned over and walked a few steps on the horse, and then suddenly stopped, looking back, he always felt that this boy was a little familiar. Especially the eyes.

An An watched Xiao Yu leave, standing at the door blankly for a while, looking at the direction he was leaving, with mixed feelings. When Xiao Yu turned around, she was meeting his gaze. She couldn't hold back her squeak and cast a smile over.

And Xiao Yu saw the smiling An An, and he was embarrassed to continue to look at each other, nodded back, and turned to leave. But I always felt that these eyes were very familiar. As a soldier, he has a natural sensitivity, so Xiao Yu kept looking for people with these eyes in his memory as he walked. I don't have a clue for a while.

An An watched Xiao Yu beat his horse and leave, before turning around and walking towards the blacksmith's house. Through the gate of the fence, her lark-like voice sounded: "Excuse me, is Uncle Fang here?" ”

At this time, because of Xiao Yu's visit, the blacksmith Fang was sitting there reminiscing about the past, recalling the tragic collapse of the Xiao family army more than 20 years ago, and he was sad and sad because he escaped the catastrophe because he went out to buy.

An An shouted a few times, but there was still no answer inside, but thinking that Xiao Yu had just left, he expected that there should be someone at home. And he went in boldly. Shouting as you walk.

Blacksmith Fang suddenly heard someone shouting outside, sighed, stabilized his mind, and put on a welcoming smile before he opened the curtain and came out. At first glance, it was the little boy, and he had a good impression in his heart, because craftsmen like to challenge themselves, and the things that this little boy came to order a few days ago were unseen and unheard of, and he was also a little interested for a while. So when he saw An An, he couldn't help but be a little kind when he responded: "The little boy is here to pick up something?" ”

An An said: "Uncle Fang, don't be busy, you study slowly, I have a new object I want you to see if you can make it?" As he spoke, he handed over the drawings with both hands.

The blacksmith opened the drawing and looked at it: "It is a small but delicate knife pattern, scissors, tweezers, long needles of different shapes, and some pliers and hooks."

Looking at these strange things, he suddenly became interested, and asked with a puzzled expression, "What is this?" “

An An could see Blacksmith Fang's doubts and said, "Uncle Fang, are these for the use of healers?" This size is marked according to the drawing, which requires delicate and lightweight, sharp blade, smooth structure, no rust, and good toughness. Do you see what is possible? ”

Blacksmith Fang looked at it and said, "I have never made such a fine thing, wait for me to ponder and then reply to Childe." ”

An An said: "Then it's troublesome Uncle Fang, I'm not in a hurry, just see if you can make it in your spare time." When the time comes, the price will be negotiable. ”

The blacksmith said: "Okay, the son is a cheerful person, Fang will definitely do his best." ”

An An said: "In that case, I won't bother you, farewell!" ”

Fang blacksmith said: "Okay, farewell!" ”

An An then drove back to the house with the servant. On the way, because of Xiao Yu's appearance, An An was a little curious about Xiao Yu's identity for a while, she thought about it left and right, and thought about it all the way, and returned home unconsciously.

An An immediately told the eldest brother and the second brother about meeting Xiao Yu, because An An is not good at painting, he can only tell Xiao Yu's approximate appearance and age, but this Jingzhong is handsome and a person from the army, not too much. In addition, in the matter of Youzhou, civil officials like Anping from the five grades could not find out the inside story. Therefore, An Ping didn't know who this person was for a while. Let's just say that everyone should pay attention to something. In the future, when you meet those three people, you must stay away. Don't take each other lightly.

On this day, Xiao Yu was also a little uncertain, and always felt that these eyes seemed to be familiar, as if they were the village girl, and they were a little uncertain. But recently, what I bumped into is clearly a weak and handsome little boy, and that demeanor doesn't look like a daughter's house at all, maybe I've seen it somewhere else?

In this way, no matter what, there was no result, Xiao Yu frowned and pondered for a moment. picked up the pen in his hand again, and according to the impression in his mind, An An's appearance in men's clothes was drawn on the paper three times and twice. I picked it up again and looked at it carefully. Xin said: "There will always be clues to find this person." ”

I thought that the Liu family should also go to Beijing, and if there is a chance, I can secretly investigate.

He picked up the portrait and looked at it for a moment, and because the ink was not dry, he unfolded it and pressed it aside.

I don't know where it started, some encounters, a glance for ten thousand years. Some lovesickness, never met, has surging.