Walking out of the small earthen house, Chu Yi looked at the dripping light rain outside, and suddenly had an impulse, he wanted to go outside for a walk and get drenched in the rain.

After Chu Yi arrived at this village that day, he found a problem, that is, there was no restaurant in this small village, which stumped him, so where did he live?

Chu Yi knocked on the door, and a sturdy man walked out, and after asking the reason, he said that he would take Chu Yi to the village chief, who was a decision-maker elected by the residents here, and he needed to make up his mind about the big and small things in the village.

The sturdy man is a blacksmith, with the strength of about three layers of qi refining, and all the iron tools in the village are from his hands, Chu Yi calls him Brother Da Zhuang.

The village chief is a white-haired old man, his prestige in the village is very high, after seeing Chu Yi, he looked at Chu Yi carefully, and then agreed to Chu Yi to live here, and then Chu Yi realized what it means to be simple and enthusiastic.

The village chief called on the villagers to build an earthen house for Chu Yi, cut down trees, and mud, and Chu Yi enjoyed it, so Chu Yi had a place to settle here.

The light rain was falling, and Chu Yi was walking in the alley, regardless of his clothes being soaked, he walked in the rain like this.

In such weather, the villagers will lie at home and enjoy this rare rest time, but the children are exceptional, they play happily in the water, even if they are dirty, they will inevitably be scolded when they return home, and they will also play in the rain.

Chu Yi looked at them, a smile appeared on his face unconsciously, thinking of his naughty self when he was a child, but at that time he was playing with his friends of the same age most of the time, a romantic and innocent childhood, really good!

"Young man, come in and sit?" Suddenly a voice sounded, Chu Yi looked in the direction where the voice came from, it was an earthen house with an open door, an old man in a white shirt with his eyes closed, he was sitting at the door listening to the rain, Chu Yi felt strange, so he walked towards the courtyard.

"Old man, you call me?" asked Chu Yimuleng.

"Are there any young people on this street?" the old man asked rhetorically, and as he spoke, the old man stood up, carried a wooden stick, and walked towards the house, and motioned for Chu Yi to follow.

Chu Yi walked into the house and looked at the simple room, there were small wooden benches and a black stone slab, and in addition, there was only one bed, and the simplicity of this room was similar to his small earthen house that had just been built.

"Come and sit!" the old man beckoned Chu Yi and came to sit down beside him.

After Chu Yi was invited to sit down, he found that the old man had never opened his eyes, so he couldn't help but look at it twice, and before he could speak, the old man's voice sounded first.

"Don't look at it, blind. The old man's voice was calm, as if he were not speaking of himself.

When Chu Yi heard this, he immediately got up and said respectfully and apologetically, "Please forgive the juniors for being presumptuous." ”

"It's okay, sit down. The old man beckoned.

"I've been blind for many years, and my ears have become more sensitive when I have no eyes, and a few days ago I heard that a young man came to the village, so I guessed that it was you when I listened to this strange footsteps. ”

"I can hear everyone's footsteps in the village, so... You know, right?" the old man was very enthusiastic and lively, and he had already explained some things to Chu Yi before he could ask them.

"Amazing, amazing!" Chu Yi said sincerely, some people can't see it, but they can see it more clearly than those who can see it.

Chu Yi looked at those small benches and asked softly, "Uncle, who are these benches?"

"I am a teacher in the village. The old man whispered.

The old man did not answer Chu Yi's question directly, but said it like this, but the meaning was very clear.

After Chu Yi heard this answer, he was obviously stunned, and asked softly, "Mr. Teaching?"

"Why? "Isn't it?" asked the old man rhetorically.

Chu Yi hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No, no, it's very similar." ”

"I know what you're thinking, it's just thinking about how I, a blind old man, can teach?"

"Although I am blind in my eyes, I am not blind in my heart, and I can still teach some truths to my children. The old man whispered that he didn't care about Chu Yi's rudeness.

Chu Yi nodded lightly, and then fell silent, in his heart, he involuntarily regarded this old man as a vulnerable group, but he did not mean to despise it, but when he expressed it, it seemed a little rude, that was not Chu Yi's original intention, so he chose to be silent, he was afraid of saying the wrong thing.

"Why don't you speak?"

"I know that you are a kind young man, I feel that you don't have to be too formal, and don't be afraid of hurting me, my uncle has lived for so many years, he has seen all ups and downs, and he has heard all kinds of ugly words. The old man said calmly.

Chu Yi listened to these words, and he suddenly realized that living like an old man was also a realm.

"Uncle, do you live alone?" Chu Yi asked again.

"No children, no daughters, no worries. The old man said freely.

"That.." Chu Yi felt as if he had said the wrong thing again, but the old man still didn't care so much.

"I teach in this village, so I can make a meal for myself, and the parents of those children will bring me food every time I get a meal, and it's really warm to talk about it. The old man recounted his situation and admired the enthusiasm of the villagers.

"Uncle, are you also from outside?" Chu Yi asked curiously.

"Yes, I happened to pass by here, and I stayed, and this stay is decades, and time flies so fast!" said the old man.

Chu Yi listened, and quietly released the divine consciousness of his mind, wanting to see the old man's cultivation, but from the old man's body, he didn't feel the slightest fluctuation in his cultivation.

"Young man, are you a monk?" asked the old man softly.

"Uh..." Chu Yi was shocked, this old man was inevitably too sharp, Chu Yi could only say embarrassedly, "Yes! ”

"It's not low, it's not low, it's time to grab some game. The old man said with a smile.

Chu Yi didn't understand what the old man meant, so he asked, "What's the solution?"

"I haven't eaten meat for a long time, and on the mountains not far from the village, there are hares, eagles, wild boars, deer, and a series of other delicacies.

"Okay, then you wait, I'll go back when I go, and we'll have some drinks then." Chu Yi stood up and walked out.

The light rain was still falling, but this couldn't stop Chu Yi's footsteps, he followed the instructions of the old man, and went straight to the mountain, and soon he came back with two hares and a flying eagle in his hand.

Later, Chu Yi and the old man sat opposite each other, and there were roast rabbits and stewed eagles on the table, and the roasted rabbits were naturally from Chu Yi's hands, but the stewed eagle was the old man's handiwork.

"It's been a long time since I've cooked food, and my craft is rusty, so try it. The old man smiled and motioned for Chu Yi to move his chopsticks.

Chu Yi picked up a piece of eagle leg meat and took a bite, then gave a thumbs up again and again and said, "It's delicious, it's delicious." This is true, Chu Yi even thinks that the old man's craftsmanship can be comparable to the chef in the restaurant.

Chu Yi took out a pot of wine from the wolf ring, and no one knew how much wine Chu Yi had stored in the wolf ring because of the clear spring finger.

"Good wine with good food, old man come and try it?" Chu Yi asked tentatively.

"Spirits?" the old man asked.

Chu Yi didn't know what the old man was talking about, so he poured it directly into the old man's bowl and let the old man taste it himself, the old man picked up the wine bowl, took a sip, and then said with satisfaction, "I haven't drunk strong wine for a long time." ”

Chu Yi also took a big sip, and then asked curiously, "Uncle, what is spirits?"

Faced with Chu Yi's question, the old man did not answer out loud, but walked to the side of the bed, touched a wine jug under the bed, and then brought it to Chu Yi and said, "Taste it." ”

Chu Yi took the wine jug and poured a bowl for himself, and then tasted it, the taste of this wine was very light, but there was a fragrant taste, like the fruit wine he had drunk before, thinking of the fruit wine, Chu Yi thought of Miao Xitong again, sighed lightly, drank all the wine in the bowl, and suppressed the melancholy that had just risen.

"This is a sake made by the people of the village themselves, it has no strength, and the taste is relatively light, so I call it sake. The old man said.

Chu Yi nodded, understanding the difference between sake and spirits in the old man's mouth, and then he said embarrassedly, "Uncle, can you give me a pot of this wine?"

"Take it if you like. The old man said cheerfully.

Chu Yi was overjoyed when he heard this, put away the pot of wine, and then the two of them took a sip of wine and a mouthful of meat, don't look at the old man's age, eating meat is not ambiguous, Chu Yi even felt that the old man ate more than him, he was really old and strong!

After eating, Chu Yi touched his stomach with satisfaction, the old man was very simple here, and he didn't even have a chair to half-lie down on, so after cleaning up the mess on the table, Chu Yi said goodbye to the old man and left the old man's house.

The rain outside was still falling, after Chu Yi walked out of the house, he ran his aura, so that the rain could not wet his clothes, and walked towards his house step by step, he was ready to take a good rest, and he would come to listen to the old man's lecture tomorrow morning, this was before leaving, the old man sent him an invitation, and wanted Chu Yi to listen to what he said, Chu Yi happened to be idle, and he was very curious about what the old man said, and the two hit it off, so it was settled.

The streets of the village are raining a lot, the raindrops are as delicate as milk, it moistens the grass that comes out of the soil, the rainwater accumulated on the houses, slowly dripping along the eaves, hitting the bluestone slabs on the ground, the fields next to the village, the rain is like a growth agent for strong seedlings, moistening the hope planted by the people in the village.

It's raining, like my thoughts are dripping, can you hear me?

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