Look at everything around, yes, my father left me a lot, this house, all the traces of his life, and childhood memories full of laughter, so Yan Cuo hated me, and Dad gave me everything, including my name with good wishes, and Yan Cuo? In addition to bitter resentment and a remorseful name, the only thing that can be remembered is this black iron rod.

But this black iron rod is the best memorial that my father left in this world, they all have the same spirit, simple and simple, without a sharp edge, round, but hard as steel, a blade that destroys all things. Now it is printed with the word Yan again, and it seems that my father's soul is perched on it, quietly watching Yan Cuo walk on the right path he has walked, carrying an extraordinary mission.

"The relics left by your father, the treasures inherited by the Yan family, should not be flawed." Song Lingjian took a sip of tea and said solemnly.

My heart was as warm as a fire, and my eyes were hot.

Yan Cuo raised his eyebrows, looked at the gilded swallow character on the stick, and gently wet his eyes.

"Simple and unpretentious, positive and not oblique. Good stick. Han San smiled at the streamer's frustrated iron rod, and commented in a rare mature and steady manner.

Xia Xia looked at Yan Cuo's frowning and solemn appearance, and smiled slightly.

Chatting around the fireplace, I leaned on the chair, the snowflakes outside gradually disappeared, fluttering with the wind like catkins from time to time, listening to Han Sanxiao and Xia Xia bickering and laughing, Song Lingjian sprinkled soybeans into the carbon pile, the fragrance of soybeans peeled in the fire was very special, I didn't sleep well last night, I was worried from morning to noon, I was full and slept comfortably, and it didn't take long for me to fall asleep deeply.

During the period, I seemed to hear Xia Xia whispering in my ear, Sister Fei Fei, but I couldn't wake up from a dream, but I could still vaguely feel a little bit, they were all there, and no one left.

Someone finally picked me up and walked steadily, the sound of a strong heartbeat ringing in my ears, and I felt safe.

I slept well this night, and I made up for the sleep I had the day before, and I was dreamless and undisturbed.

I woke up from a full sleep, covered with sweat, my hair was half wet, I turned over, I felt that my hair was almost wet with sweat, I touched the pillow, and the pillow towel was wet to the pillow.

Why is it so hot in winter? I'm not dreaming, am I?

I lifted the quilt and felt a lot more comfortable, but the quilt is what I cover every winter, and even if the fire is warm, it won't be so hot that it will sweat.

Because of my illness? I smelled and touched my clothes, and they were all slightly wrinkled with the smell of sweat, I don't know if it was my delusion, there was a strange smell in this sweat smell-

I panicked and the signs started to become more and more obvious? At first, I wasn't afraid of the cold before, but now I'm starting to get hot?

I hurriedly turned the pillow over and changed it inside, changed out of the sweaty clothes, and didn't dare to hide it in the clothes to be changed, for fear that Xia Xia would find something, so I rolled it up and stuffed it under the bed, and when I was going to go out, I took it and threw it away, I always felt that this sweat might be full of poison from rust and plant, which would hurt the people who came into contact with it.

What should have been a refreshed day was overshadowed by this incident when I woke up.

While it was still early, I washed up and hurried out, wrapped my clothes and threw them away.

Yesterday's snow should have stopped early, and there was no silver outside the courtyard, but the pool was frozen with thick ice, and there were some white flocculents on the blades of grass, but it was also beautiful, but I didn't have much heart to enjoy the snow scene, and quietly opened the courtyard door to go outside.

As soon as I arrived at the door, the door of the courtyard was opened, the stove was turned on in the courtyard, and Hai Piao sat under the eaves and set the table and wrote something.

I stopped and said with a smile: "Working so hard, why don't you get up early in the morning to practice calligraphy?" ”

Hai Piao saw me and smiled: "It's not a calligraphy, it's a painting that I didn't finish last night, and I want to draw it quickly while I still have memory." ”

Draw? I was surprised, I threw the cloth bag wrapped in my clothes behind my back, and I was not in a hurry to throw it, but stepped into the courtyard and said, "What are you drawing?" I heard that you learned to paint with Shopkeeper Mo, and I saw that you had painted Guizhi, and now that Guidu is gone, what do you want to draw while you remember? ”

Hai Piao put away the brush and blew lightly on the drawing paper, his expression was sacred and rigorous, as if he was treating his beloved things.

At this time, I had already walked to him, and saw that there was a half-table-sized drawing paper on the table, and the door, bed, table, and chair in the painting, with different figures—

I exclaimed, and looked closer, my heart was sad and warm, and it was indescribable-

Isn't it me who is pulling the coil and opening my mouth to laugh? On the other side of the coil is Han Sanxiao, who is holding the coil with both hands and letting me roll the thread, but his head is twisted to the side to stare at the smoking hooves on the stove, Song Lingjian on the other side of the stove, his long hair is scattered, he is smiling with his eyes pinching the cup, Hai Piao is lying on the chair rolling up a book and looking at Yan Cuo on the bed, Yan Cuo is holding the black iron rod in both hands, staring at the stick surface intently, Xia Xia is sitting on the edge of the bed, with his knees on his chin, staring at Yan Cuo crookedly and smiling softly.

This scene is exactly the expression and movement on everyone's face when admiring the black iron rod, right?

Everyone's expressions and movements are so vivid and careful, as if they will come to life on the scroll, stretching and stretching for too long, as if I look at it like this, and I can hear their laughter coming from the scroll......

"I just finished writing the expression, and I haven't finished drawing the details, so when the line stains are dry, I will find a suitable color to fill in." Hai Piao gently cleaned up the inkstone pen and ink on the table, for fear of profiling his careful paintings.

I feel like I've fallen into this painting, and although the memories are beautiful, what about this expressive brush? I don't need to go into details, just looking at this painting can be remembered for a long, long time.

"It's beautiful." I sighed.

"I had to paint this artistic conception, and I couldn't paint the details." Sea drifting is still insufficient.

I smiled and said, "You, how do you want to learn Song Lingjian in this nitpicking, hey...... It's a pity that the original wall painting she gave me took a long time to embroider, and it hasn't been hung for a few years, and the last time I was dyed a little red because of Yan's mistake to scare me, and I already had a mildew color when I thought about washing it - "I'm very distressed, it's a rare gift from Song Lingjian."

Hai Piao smiled: "If Sister Fei likes it, let Ling make another one." ”

I'm embarrassed, but it's easy to say.

But I like the half-finished painting of Haipiao, Song Lingjian's Xiyuan painting makes people quiet, but this painting of Haipiao will make me laugh, and I am inexplicably moved to cry - maybe in the future, there will be no more days of watching the snow and eating hooves around the fireplace......

"Otherwise, you will have this painting in good color, and I will find a good canvas to draw it, and embroider a good one and hang it in the hall, okay?" I can imagine hanging it in the hall in bright colors, and I can imagine the smiles on the faces of passers-by when they see it, and it will be the most smiling thing I have left in the world to make them smile.

Haipiao nodded: "It's good if Sister Fei doesn't dislike it." ”

"Of course not, Song Lingjian's paintings seem to be able to float out petals, and your paintings can hear laughter." I concluded.

"What about laughter?" Hai Piao tilted his head and looked at me in contemplation, his green eyes narrowed slightly, as if flowing with the color of snow.

At this time, there was a "squeak", and Song Lingjian came out of the room, wrapped in black clothes without makeup, and his pale red lips were like a branch of early plum in a snow suit.

"Wake up so early, don't you have a lot of rest?" I asked.

"When the time comes, I'll give Yan the wrong needle. Did he get up? Song Lingjian straightened the needle bag in his hand, glanced at the lightly snowy courtyard, his eyes were gentle and calm, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

"I don't know, I haven't been to see it yet - do you need my help? Boil water and hand tea or something? I asked, it's rare for Song Lingjian to be so attentive, so he can pinch the time by himself without my invitation.

"No, you don't." Song Lingjian stared at me quickly, refusing a little rudely.

I remembered that the rust I was carrying was not good for Yancuo's condition, and I felt sad for a moment, and said: "Well, too, I can't be of much use, and maybe I'll make a mess if I'm in a hurry—then something is called Xia Xia, she's smarter than me—I'm also going out on something, and I'll say hello to the little donkey and let them send it soon." I hurriedly found a good step for myself.

Song Lingjian looked at me, and I knew she was looking at me quietly.

Is there anything strange? Is my expression too pompous or what's wrong? Or did I react too quickly and find a good step for myself? Should I stick with it?

Song Lingjian narrowed his eyes lightly and looked at my clothes-

I quickly looked at myself, and suddenly realized that I was not wearing a hat-

Obviously, Haipiao also found out, and asked me for Song Lingjian: "Sister Fei, don't you go out without wearing it?" Not cold? ”

"Oh-I-I put it here, I accidentally hooked a place yesterday, I didn't find the right line color, and I was trying to go to the thread shop to match a color-" I patted the cloth bag behind me, a little weak, "I can put it on when it's matched, it's not far, I'm too lazy to put it on, I can exercise and warm up my body when I run." ”

Hai Piao smiled: "Oh, I'm saying that Sister Fei is going to go with a bag early in the morning - then Sister Fei should go quickly, so as to save it from freezing." ”

"Oh-well, well-remember to paint the colors, I'll wait." I confessed and turned to leave.

Song Lingjian seemed to be smiling, staring at my cloth bag silently.

Sensitive as she is, maybe she sees something......

I waved my hand and walked out, but I was thinking about what made her suspicious - I touched the cloth bag -

Could it be that my cloth bag is too thin? It's also - the cyanwood is padded, and it's not just a little bit when it's folded and wrapped......

Hey, she can't fool Song Lingjian, I hope she doesn't think about it deeply.

I threw the cloth bag in the pile of dirt on the north side of the town street, and I didn't feel comfortable stuffing it deep into it, and then turned to the toast building to get them some breakfast.

Before I entered the door, I ran into an acquaintance at the door.

"Brother Chen." I smiled at Chen Bing, who was standing in front of the counter.

Chen Bing turned his head and raised his eyebrows and smiled, the faint scar on his eyebrows made me feel very kind: "Miss Yan so early? ”

I laughed and said, "If you wake up early, the time will be longer—is this just getting off the job or going to work?" ”

Chen Bing said: "As soon as I got off work, I came to take a walk when I saw that I was still in the snow, and by the way, I bought some food for the other brothers in the courtyard." As soon as he said this, his eyebrows immediately pressed slightly, looking a little sad.

Snow? Because did you mention Li Xue's name?

I digressed the topic and cautiously asked, "Is the courtyard okay?" ”

Chen Bing raised his lips and smiled, and said, "It's not our turn to worry about it now." ”

I nodded, Chen Bing's meal was not ready yet, and he was still waiting at the counter, so I also ordered some common food.

Chen Bing seemed very quiet, as if half of his soul had been drained out of his soul at once, and he was there with empty eyes when I didn't talk to him.

"Chen Ya, your meal is ready. This is the brown sugar porridge that you packed separately, take it. The newcomer has also started to get to work, respectfully bringing over a bunch of meals.

Chen Bing didn't answer, he was in a daze.

"Brother Chen, you're here early." I screamed softly.

"Oh-good-" Chen Bing came back to his senses, a little embarrassed, put down a piece of silver and said, "No need to look for it." Then he hurried out.

This Chen Bing, in a trance, is it for the affairs of the yayuan or for Li Xue?