In the early morning, the fog is kind.

The whole mountain peak is outlined, just like a landscape splashed ink painting.

It was another bright day, and each beam of light pierced through the mist and spread shallowly on the ground.

I stretched and yawned and went out the door, and the old man was settling the accounts at the counter.

Since Beiyu Jinchen's injury has healed, I don't have to get up early or prepare breakfast at all, he has already taken care of these small details.

When the curtain is lifted and the cool breeze hits, it can't help but make people sneeze.

Beiyu Jinchen practiced swordsmanship in the courtyard, using wooden branches as swords, and one move was sonorous and powerful.

I thought his swordsmanship was strange and chic and good-looking, so I learned from him and imitated the tricks.

He was moving too fast, and I couldn't keep up, so I had to give up.

The last sword flower was lightly pulled, and the sword was neatly retracted.

"Come here." His smile was lightly dyed, light as a cloud, and the sun was sprinkled on his eyelashes, with a bit of tenderness.

I walked up to him with my hands behind my back and grinned. "Early."

His smile was slightly helpless, and his voice was a little doting. "Early."

He handed me the twig in his hand, took my hand, and stood behind him and slowly guided me through this set of moves.

The fallen leaves scattered on his shoulders, the mist dispersed, and the light reflected on the entire side of his face.

I looked up at him, eyelashes like wings, casting shadows below. The temperature of the palm was transmitted, his back was nestled in his arms, and all the broken ice in his heart gradually dissipated.

It would be nice if time went a little slower, slower, and so on until I was old.

Sideways out of the sword, swordsmanship is sharp.

"Wrist relaxation." He said, like a sword teacher.

I silently remembered this set of swordsmanship in my heart, and I took it more seriously than ever. I'm good at hidden weapons, but my skills are not solid, and if I encounter any danger in the future, don't drag him back and distract him.

"Tut-tut......" The old man came out of the house, his hands curled up in his sleeves. I saw this Qingqing me and me early in the morning, really when there was no one alive in the house? ”

I smiled and said, "Isn't there still Aunt Liu." ”

"You stinky girl!" He took off his shoes and wanted to hit me, I cooperated and hid behind Beiyu Jinchen, he couldn't hit him, and he put on his shoes angrily.

"It's Chinese New Year's Eve soon, today you two accompany me to the village to buy some New Year goods and buy a few strings of artillery battles." The old man wrapped his big padded jacket around his body, and tied a belt around his waist, and from a distance he really looked like a stranger from the northernmost place.

It's not far from the village, and it's a short walk away.

Perhaps because of the approaching Chinese New Year, it is bustling with vendors everywhere.

A few children with cannons ran around the crowd chasing and frolicking, each holding a multicolored windmill in their hands, their faces red from the cold.

I couldn't dodge and was hit by a kid who sat on the ground and cried.

I couldn't see the child crying, so I quickly squatted down to help him dust his clothes, and then comforted him softly.

The child is very coaxing, he won't cry for a while, he picks up the windmill and continues to run, hiding in the crowd.

There are a lot of stalls on the not wide streets, sugar men, pastries, everything.

Even the paper kite is put out to sell, after the New Year is spring, it is a good time to put the paper kite, the willow is still breezy, and the beautiful scenery of the good day is long and long.

I walked all the way and looked at it, touching the flowers for making new clothes, and touching the rouge gouache stalls, which was so lively.

In the distance, I saw a vendor selling sugar gourds, who was selling them on the street.

Each strand is as red as a spar bracelet.

I remember that Beiyu Jinchen used to say that when I was a child in the palace, the happiest thing was to be able to eat it.

The old man and Beiyu Jinchen walked in front, and I took a few steps back and slipped in front of the sugar gourd vendor.

I asked him how much a string was, and he held up an index finger.

I rummaged in my pocket for a long time and couldn't find a penny, so I took off the earrings.

This earring was brought out of the palace, and although it was ordinary silver and jade, it was more than enough to buy these.

I gave him the earrings, and the peddler's eyes lit up, and he asked, "How many strings do you want, girl?" ”

I also stretched out a finger, he thought for a while, directly stuffed the rod with the sugar gourd in it, hummed a little song and walked away.

I didn't expect this thing to be quite heavy, so I ran until I was sweating profusely to catch up with them.

The old man teased: "Yo~ girl, have you changed your career to selling sugar gourds?" ”

I replied, "I bought it for my father-in-law, you care about me!" ”

Beiyu Jinchen shook his head helplessly, he was used to the noisy quarrel between me and the old man.

Suddenly, I felt the corners of my clothes being tugged, and when I looked down, it was a little girl in a floral cotton jacket, looking at me with big watery eyes.

"Sister, how much does a sugar gourd cost?"

I was so embarrassed that I had to stuff her with a string and say I didn't want money.

Before I had walked for a while, a group of children hula ran over to me and asked me for sugar gourds, and by this time the old man was already laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist.

finally sent away the group of little Buddhas, and there was only one string left in his hand.

When he was distressed and hesitating, Beiyu Jinchen suddenly lowered his head and took a bite of the sugar gourd, and then said something delicious casually.

My heart is like honey, such a small family life is what I have always longed for.