Xiao Nizi of the Hu family cried almost ten times when she found Aunt Li, each time the pear blossoms brought rain at the beginning, and then she grinned, sobbed, and heartbreaking. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Auntie, you say, why? Where am I not as good as her, isn't her waist thinner than mine, her mouth smaller than mine, and her skin whiter than mine, where is I good-looking? Why did Brother Wang fall in love with her?"

"Brother Wang, why doesn't he look down on me? What's wrong with me? I'm so good to him, I'll give him medicine every day when he's sick...... Hmph, you can't look down on me, I'll find someone better than him sooner or later!"

"Auntie, I still miss him a little. Every day when I see his little lady cooking for him, I have a sore nose. He specified that he loved his little lady very much and would not let her cook. Otherwise, why would the little lady's hands be so white, and she never lit cigarette ashes. ”

"Really, I don't want him anymore. He has been his, I have been mine, we have nothing to do with each other, I have forgotten all the previous things!"

Suddenly, a greeting voice came from outside the door.

"Yo, Brother Wang, I haven't seen you for a long time, your body is better? It's okay, it's important to be healthy! Go to Uncle Zhou to help?

Xiao Nizi of the Hu family immediately stopped crying and stretched her neck to look out. Aunt Li sighed secretly, thinking back to whether she was like this when she was young.

When the footsteps outside disappeared, the little girl of the Hu family sat on the bed in a gloomy manner, looking like she had lost her soul. Aunt Li comforted her with kind words, knowing that it was good to get married in the past, who didn't come over like this.

Wang Shi greeted the neighbors he hadn't seen for a long time, went to Uncle Zhou's small bookstore, sorted out the books, and cleaned up the thin dust on them.

"Are you getting better?"

"It's better. ”

Uncle Zhou is a little powerful, at least he is more tired than half a year ago. In the afternoon, the warm sun shone in, and he walked slowly around the bookstore, gently touching everything with his calloused hands.

After taking the exam for half a lifetime, he came back when he was old, and the experience was probably rich, but Uncle Zhou never mentioned it to others.

"I don't know if this bookstore will be open after I die. ”

"Go on. ”

Zhou Bo suddenly smiled and said, "You speak so simply, you must have often promised others something before." In the end, how many more will be done?"

Uncle Zhou's words did not mean ridicule, but he was just saying something he had experienced.

"Not much, really. Wang Shi said honestly.

"But you're young, much younger than I am. Those who are afraid of promises have weaker shoulders, and they are afraid to shrink in this life, and they can't do anything big. But you can't let promises crush you to death and take everything on yourself. Do what you can, do your best and practice. ”

"Definitely. ”

"Are you ready to leave?" Zhou Bo knew from beginning to end that Wang Shi was not a person who belonged here, and he didn't want him to stay here like this, and be a poor and sour talent for a lifetime like him.

Young man, how can you be dull? If so, the world is really not interesting.

"It's still a while. ”

"Then you read more books. ”

Wang Shi nodded, and brought a lot of books with him when he went back. It is also a good thing to have nothing to do during the day, do some manual work, and read books.

When I went back, I bought a basket of crucian carp.

The sizzling sound of butter begins to come out, and large grains of salt seep into the flesh of the fish, evoking the aroma. The rice is steamed and has a light aroma. The combination of the two is just right, and it is very tempting.

Put the fried fish in butter on top of the rice, peel off the browned top, and peel off the white flesh. No matter who you are, you can eat to your heart's content.

When his health improved, Wang Shi began to cook, and Ning Yi occasionally helped, just waiting quietly for dinner. After a few days, Wang Shi didn't raise it, and Ning Yi gained a lot of weight.

At night, in addition to looking at the starry sky, Wang Shi had one more thing, and he began to practice knives.

As serious as chopping wood back then.

It's a pity that after cutting for a long time, Wang Shi was covered in sweat, and his steps became frivolous, but the hand holding the knife became harder and harder.

It still takes a while to practice knives.

Ning Yi watched from the side, occasionally eating something, very quietly. She looked at Wang Shi in the courtyard like this and felt very comfortable. The days are not long at all, and every day is very satisfying.

......

Brother Yang's family gave birth to a big fat boy, which is simply a miniature version of Brother Yang; Uncle Liang finished his life and said goodbye to his family peacefully; a new family came to the west of the city, brewed very clear wine, and sold it very well; Brother Zhu took his family and went to join his developed distant cousin......

Nothing big, time just passed in it. Wang Shi and Ning are one or two people, the days are as usual, every day is like this, comfortable and satisfied.

It was winter, and it was snowing very thinly.

Wang Shi and Ning Yi wrapped themselves in padded jackets and went to the hill outside the city together. You can't be bored at home all day, it's always good to go out for a walk.

In the morning it was still hazy, but in the afternoon it turned sunny and exceptionally warm, and the thin snow on the ground disappeared immediately. The scenery outside the small town, in such a situation, is not very beautiful.

Some dilapidated pavilions lit a fire, and Wang Shi handed Ning a glass of sake.

"Warm up. ”

"When are you going to leave?" Ning Yi asked softly.

Of course, Ning Yi has not had enough of her current life, if she can, she is willing to live like this forever.

Mother Wu next door is so kind, Uncle Ya, who sells braised tofu, is so kind, and Yun Niang, who sells cloth, is so scathing...... Firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, every household here, Ning Yi is just familiar with it, just like it, and how can he be willing to leave.

However, Wang Shi had to leave here, and Ning Yi also had to leave here. The longer you stay here, the more troublesome things will be later.

She is always worried sometimes, wakes up in the middle of the night, looks at Wang Shi's face, and always can't bear to hug him tightly, for fear that she will be separated in the next moment.

Wang Shi hugged Ning Yi and said, "I don't agree, you can't go." ”

Ning Yi leaned towards Wang Shi and didn't say anything. She was indeed a little worried, but she always felt warm when she leaned on Wang Shi's arms.

Wang Shi looked at the thin snow that was gradually melting, and looked at the white clouds floating in the sky, and his eyes began to deepen.

On his waist, he already has a demon knife to kill.

He has already begun to carry a sword.

......

New year.

Erhuzi led a large group of children to walk the streets and alleys, searching for all kinds of secrets and interesting things, and from time to time set off a few firecrackers, leaving a pile of red crumbs.

In the small town, it is precisely because of these children that it is particularly lively.

"Brother Wang, look, I made a super large firecracker. Bang, you can blow up a big flower!" said Erhuzi with a swear.

Erhuzi, these bear children, run around all day long, but they only like to watch him carve flowers in Wang Shi's courtyard. Of course, this is also inevitably the reason why Ning Yi often makes pastries for them. This group of children especially likes this little couple.

Wang Shi smiled and said, "I guess, this will blow up a tiger." ”

"Brother Wang, how could you blow up a tiger? When I was a three-year-old doll, you deceived me! This explosion is at most such a big flower!" Erhuzi's two hands drew a big circle.

"You try it. ”

"Good. Erhuzi took the lit incense, touched the firecracker, and immediately ran back, covering his ears with both hands, and got into the group of children.

Wang Shi stood in front, smiling and watching the firecrackers gradually ignite, his fingers moving slightly.

Bang!

A puff of snow was blown away, brilliant sparks rose, and a mischievous flame tiger emerged, rolled on the snow a few times, and then pretended to roar, and gradually dissipated.

Erhuzi and the others forgot to cover their ears, looked at them stupidly, didn't dare to blink, and couldn't believe what had happened before.

"Brother Erhu, why are there tigers in the firecrackers you made?"

"Brother Erhu, are there any rabbits?"

"Brother Erhu, I still want a big tiger!"

The child blew up the pot and surrounded Erhuzi, and he had to make a trick. Erhuzi had no choice but to set off several firecrackers in a row, but unexpectedly all kinds of lively gadgets appeared.

Reluctantly, the last firecracker was released, and a big dragon appeared, circling around everyone a few times. The children ran home happily and told everyone they saw the wonders.

When Erhuzi was leaving, he winked at Wang Shi, looking extremely smart, and Wang Shi also winked at him.

Ning Yi walked out and said, "These children are so good-looking!"

Wang Shi squinted his eyes, smiled so coloredly, and said, "What, do you want one too?"

"Now you're really lustful!"

"I'm really, but I'm only lustful to you. ”

"Why are you so indecent all day, go cook!"

In a year, there are always several important festivals to remind people of the passage of time, so that people will not just blink an eye past their lives, and before they can remember, they have already passed.

The important thing about the festival is to remind you of the time, so that you may be able to see who is left around you, how many likes are left, and how long the road is long.

A glass of wine is enough to comfort the wind and dust.

Vigil, watch the lights gradually go out.

When I was a child, the Chinese New Year's Eve was a very distant thing, and when I was in the cottage, I made a night of trouble. It's just that these are far away.

Wang Shi and Ning Yi ate dumplings, looked at the lights, and talked all night, and the two didn't know how there were so many words that day.

Heavy snow, very thick snow.

Light rain, very small light rain.

Soon, it turned spring again.

Wang Shi has been in the town for more than a year.

The cough is not yet complete, and I haven't finished reading Zhou Bo's book. But there is no longer a need to look at the starry sky, and the demon knife in his hand is enough to grip it.

Perhaps, at the beginning of autumn, you can leave.