Today's day is not as cold as a few days ago, even if it is cold, there is a kind of sunny cheerfulness. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It had been gloomy all morning, and by the time I went up the mountain, there was still a drizzle.

I didn't walk for a short time, and my newly changed coat in the morning was already moist enough to squeeze out the water.

I can't say what kind of mood it is, I just feel that the depressing yellow of this day, there is a kind of vast yellow in the dark, will the mountains on the other side be snowing again? It is not uncommon to see snow on one side and sunny on the other side in this Qinling Mountains, and I still remember the shock of seeing the mountains for the first time when I was a child, half of the first snow and half of the green.

All the way up the mountain, the road is not difficult to walk, Wangxian Village has existed here for thousands of years, occasionally idle villagers have already built a stone road on this hill, time passes, the road is also repaired, but there is a sense of vicissitudes of life, with this mountain scenery, there is really a unique scenery.

In fact, I haven't been to this nameless mountain a few times, there are too many things, and my time in this village is limited, where is this mood of appreciating the scenery?

The hill is not high, and it is only seven or eight minutes according to my footsteps.

However, the feeling of not daring to face it and being afraid of the outcome made me stop and go all the way, and more than ten minutes had passed when I reached the top of the mountain.

By this time, the rain had become slightly heavier, from the original silent dense to dripping, filling the whole ear, and I was still more than ten meters away from the big pavilion at the top of the mountain.

This hill was not originally flat, but the people of Wangxian Village love to come here to watch the scenery, and generations of repairs have made this place a not small flat roof, and there is a big pavilion at the very edge of the flat roof.

It is not the style of the pavilions and pavilions that we are common, but is full of primitive and simple taste, the layers of thatch are built into a thick roof, several rough stone pillars that are not too carved to support the big top, there is a fire pond in the middle, that is for the winter snow to enjoy the warmth, if the wind is strong, the thick animal skin felt rolled up on the four sides of the pavilion can also be put down, light the fire pond, hot, it is really a place to enjoy the snow and watch the sunshine in addition to this.

"Like primitive tribal style. It's just that that history seems to have been lost, and there is very little evidence of its existence, so I wonder what happened during that time. "I have come here very few times, but the only two times I came up with Emperor Tong, talking about the matter of the demon hunter Wangxian Village, for here, Emperor Tong has such an evaluation.

At that time, I didn't pay much attention to it, but now when I come back, I can't help but think of it, or think of something inconsequential, which can dilute my sadness at the moment, and face Uncle Xin and Aunt Xin as peacefully as possible, so as not to affect their sadness anymore.

"Since you're here, why are you standing there stupidly? Isn't this rain cool? "The first person who saw me was Uncle Xin, who said hello very casually, not like someone who was about to die, but like an acquaintance on an outing.

I had no reason to run away from anything, so I answered, and simply strode forward, maybe it was the cold raindrops that made my hot and humid eyes cold, at least when I walked in front of Uncle Xin and Aunt Xin, I was normal, and I could even call 'uncle' and 'aunt' cordially and indifferently.

"Sit down, bake the fire, and see you're wet. Reckless, they don't know how to play an umbrella. After I said hello, Aunt Xin pulled me to sit down, and the tone of her mouth was like greeting her own son.

"Okay." I sat down next to Uncle Xin, and the warm fire that was burned immediately dispelled the cold on my body.

Before I could say anything, Aunt Xin handed over an enamel cup with the words "The third place prize in the XX basketball competition" was written on it, and I opened it, and it was that kind of big leaf tea brewed in it.

I hurriedly took a sip, this rough tea just has a tea taste, but not a delicate tea aroma, the aftertaste is full of bitterness, but there is a strange kindness. Because when I was a child, my dad was holding a big teacup that made tea like this. In those days, life was like this, rough and full of charm, and it was already happiness to have enough food and clothing.

Uncle Xin and Aunt Xin have inadvertently been bringing me into that era that has passed, and there is a faint sadness in nostalgia for the past with them.

"Tea is good, isn't it? Over the years, I have traveled from south to north, and I have drunk too much good tea, and I can't hold such a cup of coarse tea after dinner at that time, go out for a walk, or watch TV. "Uncle Xin glanced at me, and then turned the pot on the fire pit, and there was wild vegetable porridge boiling in it, and he took out a bowl and handed it to Aunt Xin.

"It's delicious, it's the same as my dad's tea when I was a child." I nodded, and praised it without hesitation, from the bottom of my heart. The past is very good, because you can't buy back the past at any price, so you naturally cherish it.

"Hehe, stinky boy." Uncle Xin's tone became intimate, as intimate as Aunt Xin did to me, and then he handed me a bowl of wild vegetable porridge: "Of course, it tastes the same as your father's tea, your father and I were both workers at that time, and this kind of tea can be drunk." After saying that, he continued: "Your aunt and I are here at noon, and after eating this, you will also eat some." ”

Before I could say anything, Aunt Xin had already taken a sip of wild vegetable porridge at this time, and said with a smile: "That's what it tastes like, life was not rich in those years, and your uncle and I often went to the wild to dig wild vegetables, and it should also supplement our lives." Now, I want to drink some more of this wild vegetable porridge, but I can't find the fresh and refreshing wild vegetables of the year, and I really can't find this kind of delicious wild vegetables on this mountain. ”

I didn't care about the heat, and I took a big sip, and said vaguely while sighing: "It's not a good idea, when I was a child, I was in Shimen, and my brother and master often ate wild vegetables, and I lived in this Wangxian Village, and wild vegetables were often eaten, and I was used to this." ”

Uncle Xin seemed to be very satisfied with Aunt Xin's praise, and said to Aunt Xin a little flatteringly, "This tastes right?" It's still like the porridge we cooked back then, right? ”

Aunt Xin glanced at Uncle Xin with a smile, and didn't speak, I lowered my head and drank porridge, it was obviously a calm and warm moment of happiness, what was the sentimentality that kept surging in my heart? I can't even speak, I can only bow my head and drink porridge, Uncle Xin and Aunt Xin are talking and laughing, of course, it is all about the past, it sounds ordinary but interesting, and there is no difference from ordinary people's lives.

Who would have thought that it was such an ordinary family, but the male owner was a fox demon, and the youngest daughter at that time was the sky fox who would affect all parties in the future? Originally, there was never a vigorous atmosphere, and behind all the vigorous and unusual were a large number of ordinary days, and these ordinary days are the foundation of happiness and have never changed.

"Zhengling." I don't want to hear any last words and sad words, even if I know the ending, who can guarantee that I won't run away at all before it comes? So, when Uncle Xin abruptly stopped talking to Aunt Xin and called me with a little seriousness, my hand shook, and the newly filled half bowl of porridge almost spilled.

But I couldn't help listening, and there was no room for escape, so I could only put down the porridge bowl in my hand as if nothing had happened, and then squeezed out a heartless smile: "Uncle, what's the matter?" ”

"My daughter is going to be handed over to you, and you still call me uncle?" The content of Uncle Xin's words was half ridiculous, but the tone was unusually serious, and there was no joke.

After all, I still came, I knew what Uncle Xin meant, but at this time, I couldn't speak... The meaning of this kind of advice is obvious, and I have a kind of evasion that if I answer, the tragedy will begin.

I looked at Aunt Xin, but Aunt Xin didn't look at me, her eyes just passed through the big pavilion and looked at the rolling mountains, calm and long, deep and I don't know what I was thinking?

I couldn't avoid it, I thought that Aunt Xin, as a mother, would interrupt Uncle Xin with some reserve, but she didn't mean that.

"Ye Zhengling." Uncle Xin called me, his tone became more and more serious, I didn't dare to look away, I could only meet Uncle Xin's gaze.

His gaze is very calm, but dignified, it is a kind of gaze that will be delivered, I think it is not the father, not the moment when the daughter is delivered, it is impossible to pretend this kind of gaze, because this kind of state of mind can only be experienced by a father who has a daughter.

"Before, when we first met, you called me one by one, and you called me very polite and shameless. Why don't you call it now? How? Is my daughter not worthy of you? Or do you think she's a demon, which affects your identity as a dignified demon hunter? Still is...? Speaking of this, Uncle Xin was already a little angry, and almost scolded me loudly: "You still have others in your heart, and you dare not promise to my daughter's life, and you have no two hearts?" ”

"How is that possible!" I can't help but defend these words, because my love for Xin Yi is the antecedent and the heart of this life, even Uncle Xin I can't let him question it, and I have become serious: "I am single-minded about Xin Yi, I may not live long, I may die." But no matter if my life is long or short, the people around me in my life will only be hard. No one else. ”

Uncle Xin looked at me seriously, and I calmly met Uncle Xin's gaze.

After looking at it for a long time, Uncle Xin's brows gradually relaxed, and the eyes looking at me changed from serious to gentle, and then he spoke: "Since ancient times, there have been daughters who have married, and the ones who send them to relatives are all fathers. It was a man's entrustment of his most precious daughter to another man. I don't have time left, and I can't personally bridge my daughter's hand and hand her over to you. You see, today, in front of me and Aunt Xin, I solemnly entrust my daughter to you, is that okay? You think about it and then agree, after you agree, it will really be a lifetime, and you will slowly make up for what I can't take care of, what I care about in my heart, and what I can't accomplish. May I? If you can, I'll hear you call me Daddy today. ”

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