Xia Xia said softly: "The third brother seems to have something on his mind." ”

"Girl, what bad things do you say about the third brother?" Han Sanxiao covered the quilt motionlessly and said, his ears were really smart.

Xia Xia smiled and ran out and said, "Why is the third brother so quiet today, that is, he doesn't get hungry and doesn't look for food in the kitchen?" ”

Han Sanxiao stared at Xia Xia with blazing eyes, still motionless: "On a rainy day, I'd rather starve to death than walk around in this disgusting winter rain anymore." ”

Xia Xia intervened and said, "I'm really too lazy to die." I'll have dinner later, I'll go get some hot water now, and I'll cover you with a hot water bottle later." ”

Han San smiled and said, "I know that Sister Xia is good to us." ”

Xia Xia ran away with her braids, as if she never knew she was tired.

As soon as she left, Han San smiled and turned his head to stare at me-

To be exact, he looked at me in the room through such a small window and asked, "What's wrong with Xia Xia?" Her eyes are as red as a rabbit - are you two sisters and brothers teaming up to bully her again? ”

I tried to get a good look at the expression on his face, but his eyes were flickering and dark, probably because of the weather, and his eyes were not fully healed, and they were affected a little.

I wanted to scold him, but I didn't feel so relaxed, I couldn't help but sigh, and endured my sadness: "Aunt Lian is gone, she feels uncomfortable." ”

Han Sanxiao frowned slightly, "oh", and then added: "It's okay, people have exhausted the things they have tried all their lives, but they can't take them with them when they die, it's ridiculous and sad......"

These words sounded very bleak on a cold rainy day.

Han San laughed at the dog's mouth, and occasionally spit out some ivory.

The heavy rain was loud, it seemed that Xue Za'er had fallen on the door panel, bouncing loudly, Han San looked towards the door with a smile, he was really a little abnormal today.

I wanted to go out and talk to him, turned around and got a lamp, my chest was hot, and I couldn't help coughing a few times, maybe I had a cold yesterday.

There was the sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella outside, and the footsteps were brisk, breaking the rain puddles.

Soon Song Lingjian's voice sounded in the courtyard: "Why are you still here?" ”

"It's raining." Han San replied quietly with a smile.

Song Lingjian's voice floated over, walked to the eaves, and sneered: "I haven't heard of the rain, so I won't be able to change my husband." You shouldn't be a husband, you should be an ancestor, and you're the kind of person who eats incense. ”

The bamboo chair squeaked, Han Sanxiao didn't raise the bar with her, and asked, "Where did you go on a rainy day?" ”

"Then I didn't go hunting, I collected some things and came back."

At this time, I had already walked out with the lamp, and it was a little windy outside, so I guarded the lamp and candle, trying to make myself look happy, for fear that my sad face would annoy Song Lingjian.

Han San smiled and stared at the fire, as if he didn't feel my presence, and Song Lingjian was also sitting on the chair next to him, his eyes empty and he didn't know what he was thinking.

It's rare for the three of us to sit down and talk so quietly.

I tugged at the corners of my mouth and said, "This is the first heavy rain of this winter, and it is better than a light rain." On a rainy day, let's not go anywhere, just sit and listen to the rain. Xia Xia has already passed the gas with the little donkey, and will send some food in half an hour, let's hide from the rain here, and no one will have trouble with themselves. ”

"You're out today?" Song Lingjian turned his head and lowered the hem of my skirt - I forgot to change my clothes.

I nodded calmly and said casually, "Yes." When I woke up bored, I walked around. With that, I put the light down and tried to stay away from myself, for I was afraid that they would see the unnatural expression on my face.

They remained silent, unconcerned about my behavior.

I sorted out my thoughts and tried to say, "I had a dream when I was sleeping today......"

They think separately.

“…… I suddenly remembered that when I was a child, I used to talk to an aunt......"

At this time, their eyes were focused on me, and it seemed that this statement had worked.

I continued: "That aunt seems to live in a very large atom...... It's like—it seems to be the haunted flower plain on the western slope—isn't it strange, you say? ”

I stared at their expressions, the changes in the drama on their faces, but no, they were all expressionless.

Han San stared at me with a smile and said, "I think about it every day, I have dreams at night, maybe we gossiped about you when you were a child earlier, and you went into the dream as soon as you turned around." ”

I nodded, "Maybe, but the dream is real, I remember that aunt had a faint mole under her neck, and she spoke in a nice voice, she always helped me comb my hair, and that feeling seems to be still there." I brushed my hair, but they didn't care.

"And then?" Han San asked absentmindedly with a smile.

"Later? Maybe I moved away, and I never saw him again—"

"Blablah, blah-la-" The rain suddenly became heavy, overwhelming, and the cold wind and ice rain hit the eaves.

I covered my ears, feeling a little uncomfortable, and got up and said, "This rain is so loud that my ears are ringing." ”

"Then you go into the house, I'll call you when the food comes." Han San said with a smile.

"Song Lingjian?" I turned my head to look at Song Lingjian, who had been silent, "Why don't you speak?" I know I can't see clearly, I don't even know if you're still there. ”

"Got it. You go back to the house. Song Lingjian nodded.

I wanted to say something, but I was afraid that if I said too much, I would show some horses' feet, so I slowly returned to the house by holding on to the door wall.

When I got back to the room, it was warm, and the sound of the rain was not so harsh, I heard Han San laughing softly, and through the crack in the window, I could see them.

Song Lingjian frowned and asked him, "What are you laughing at?" ”

Han Sanxiao turned his head and glanced at Song Lingjian, his eyes were like pearls in the dim rain: "Since we met, Yan Fei has loved to say this: Song Lingjian, why don't you speak, Song Lingjian, you make a sound, are Song Lingjian here." I haven't heard her say it for a long time, and when I suddenly heard it, I thought it was very funny. ”

Song Lingjian glared at him.

"She's always been like this, straightforward and a little silly-" Han San smiled and was preoccupied, which made me feel very bad.

Song Lingjian turned her head to look at the rainy day, when she was not angry and calm, her side face was quiet and elegant, very beautiful.

"I remember when I first came to town, she was a sixteen-year-old girl, about the same age as Xia Xia. She was very enthusiastic, as if she had some bad intentions. But when I think about it, I'm poor and white, except for being good-looking, there is nothing for her to miss, I think she is good to me because she is good-looking. Han San made this summary with a smile on his face and a heartbeat.

Song Lingjian still didn't turn his head, and his face, which was always slightly pale, was slightly red by the fire at the moment: "If she had seen your appearance, her eyes would have been blind a long time ago." ”

Han San smiled and straightened up and glared at her, and only Song Lingjian could make him jump to his feet in a hurry: "Do you have to stab me?" - Hmph, don't you see me reminiscing so seriously and sadly? I have to interrupt people! Hum! ”

Xia Xia came out with a hot water bottle, listened to the conversation between the two, and said curiously: "Come and talk about it, I want to listen to it." ”

"You've heard it hundreds of times, and you're not tired of it?" Han San glared at Xia Xia with a smile.

"I just like it." Xia Xia threw the hot water bottle on Han Sanxiao and looked at him expectantly.

Thinking of those past events, I couldn't help laughing, found a comfortable position to sit down, and listened to Han Sanxiao talk about the things of the year outside the window, and I don't know why, Han Sanxiao is usually a child, but the story he talks about today is very heartwarming.

Six years ago.

It's been six years, think about it carefully, it seems that a lot of things happened six years ago, Lian Xiao died six years ago, six years ago, Han Sanxiao came, Song Lingjian also came, six years ago, I seemed to have started a new journey, different from the past, indescribable.

Ten miles away, in a small tea shed, sat a young man.

His clothes were tattered and his hair was disheveled, but he had a smiling face with a relaxed smile.

I can imagine his appearance, his young face has the swarthy color of trekking mountains, but his skin is very delicate, and this delicacy is innate, even if he does not wash his face for several days, it is much better than my sick facial skin. His hair was tied up in a mess at the back of his head, and he scratched his head a few times from time to time, not caring about anything, but he could keep everything in mind.

This tea shed is very old and unguarded, but the water in the manger is very clean, without any moss or scale, and the water in this trough is stagnant, but it is so clean that it can be seen that people often come to replace it.

Although the simple tables and chairs are slightly stained with dust, they are very neat, there is no dilapidated appearance, there is a big copper bell hanging on the top of the tea shed, and there are a few words hanging on the bell pendant, called "Zixu tea", there should be a word below, but it is exposed to the wind and sun, and there is no trace of it.

Zixu tea shed.

I thought to myself, how did he know that the tea shed was specially set up by us to welcome visitors from afar, and that every once in a while someone would clean it up, just so that the dusty passers-by could drink clean and sweet water and sit on the neat bench and rest for a while. And this warm idea was come up with by my father. And without my father's own efforts, the tea shed is already a little dilapidated, and even the name of the shed is dilapidated.

Ignoring the dangers in the wilderness, he scooped up some water from the tea bucket and drank it, and the tea turned out to be quite sweet.

After drinking the water, he tiptoed to look into the distance, and vaguely saw a golden cloud burning in the distance, falling flames, like a fire in the mountains without gunsmoke.

He smiled, light-hearted, fearless, and went deeper into the mountain.

Yes, the golden cloud he saw was the fire tree at the gate of Zixu, and every autumn, it was like golden snow flying.

Bypassing the poor mountains and bad waters, passing through the dead trees and thorns, he stood on the edge of this human town, this pearl that seemed to be placed here by the hands of God, beautiful and calm, smoky, and the golden fire that looked from a distance was actually an extremely thick ginkgo tree quietly floating leaves-