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The spring is cold.

Niu Fugui, who had collected the stall early, took a bowl and squatted at the door of his house to eat noodles. When he is empty, Niu Fugui always likes to watch these people coming and going, for fear of missing something. Except in winter, he squatted at the door to eat. This has become a habit, and I am afraid that I will squat for a lifetime.

"Brother Wang, where are you going?" Niu Fugui stopped his chopsticks and asked in a loud voice.

Brother Wang, who was dressed in coarse cloth and green clothes, nodded slightly and pointed in a direction.

"Go to work at Uncle Zhou!"

Niu Fugui looked at Brother Wang'er's back, eating noodles, and couldn't help but say to the insiders in the house: "Little brother must be a powerful person! Last winter, when Zhou Bo dragged him back, he was covered in blood and had a strange black knife pinned to his waist. You say, such a character, could it be the son of which emperor? Hey, if this is the scenery one day, I will come to thank Uncle Zhou. ”

"Come on, you, your mouth is so broken all day, you will suffer a big loss sooner or later! Hurry up, bring the bowl over when you are done......" Niu Fugui's wife was a little annoyed that her husband ate like this, but she was helpless.

Wang Shi shuttled through the alleys, greeted those enthusiastic Wang Po, Aunt Li, Sun Uncle Qian Bo one by one, and entered a bookstore that was a little old.

Uncle Zhou is a showman, and he never failed to pass the exam, so he went back to the small town to change the old house, opened a bookstore, occasionally taught a few students, sold some books, green vegetables and white porridge, and lived a light life. Wang Shi worked here and shared half of Uncle Zhou's bowl of rice.

It is said to be work, but in fact it is nothing, just meditating here, and few people come a day. There are so many people in a small town, and there are only a few who can read. Books don't sell anywhere, and few people want to come to literacy.

Wang Shi generally doesn't talk much, and sometimes he can sit quietly for a day without moving, which Zhou Bo admires very much. He used to say that those who can meditate can do great things.

"Brother Wang, when are you leaving?" asked Uncle Zhou in between transcribing books.

Wang Shi just smiled slightly and didn't speak.

"You're not one of you, you've got to go. In life, there are always such and such hurdles, and if you can't get through it, you can always get through it. You're different, you're supposed to be able to step through! You're like this, but you're doing great things!"

"Poor and strong, do not fall into the ambition of the clouds. Brother Wang, don't be a young man in this small city, it's been a few days, you just sit like this. ”

Zhou Bo paused and continued: "After living for so many years, I understand what it means to be 'ambitious'. ”

"Only by experiencing the ravages of life, going through countless setbacks, tasting pain, not complaining, not giving up, and forging ahead in the midst of hardship, can we be called ambitious. The rest is just talking about your own imagination. The people of this world are just fragile people. ”

"There's a lot of unfairness in this world. There is nothing wrong with paying and there will be a return, and there is not necessarily a return if you pay. Some people, some things, are very bad, but they can still achieve the same results, or even better, than some people who have worked hard for countless years. "Probably Uncle Zhou has not been admitted to the examination all year round, and he has a deep understanding of this.

"The sufferings in this world are all suffering, they have no effect, and no one wants to go through suffering. But people are forced out, and you have to go down this path, put in more effort than others, and endure hardships to get what you want. ”

When Zhou Bo dragged Wang Shi out of the heavy snow, he knew that this would not be an ordinary person. But Wang Shi seems to be accustomed to life here and is ready to live forever, which is what Zhou Bo doesn't like. Zhou Bo hoped that Wang Shi could cheer up, heal his injuries, and go to the world to do what he had to do.

In the evening, Wang Shi walked through the alley and went to rest in the old house in the south of the city.

On the way, he was stopped by Aunt Li.

Aunt Li looked at Wang Shi like silver, with a smile in her eyes, and said: "Brother Wang, you are really handsome, like a little woman! No, no, no, I mean you are good-looking, not that you look like a little lady." Brother Wang, you see that you are so old, you didn't think about finding a daughter-in-law to warm the bed?"

"Do you have a fancy? Yes, just tell Aunt Li, I promise to tell you about it! If not, I'll introduce you to one! It's the little girl of the Hu family in that alley, I've secretly looked at you several times, and I promise that she likes you." Haven't you seen her?"

"Not to mention anything else, the length of the person is definitely one of the best in our small town, a pair of apricot eyes, a white little face, a slender figure, and a small foot is pleasing to the eye!

"Brother Wang, how is it? If you don't want to take a look, you will definitely be satisfied! Aunt Li will match you up and ensure that this thing can be done!"

Wang Shi patiently listened to Aunt Li's speech, nodded with a smile, answered a few words, and walked towards his hut.

Aunt Li looked at Wang Shi's back and looked forward to it.

Uncle Li smoked a dry cigarette and said: "I said that our family, you can rest! You don't get tired and panic if you pinch this and that all day long! Brother Wang is not from our people here, can you take a fancy to the big-mouthed Nizi of the Hu family? Look, sooner or later, Brother Wang will carry a sedan chair and come with some life-saving grace from Brother Zhou. ”

"Go, do your job, Raven's Beak. Look, I'll make this marriage happen sooner or later!The Hu family's little girl, it's so good-looking!" Aunt Li said with a swear, as if she could see the big wedding banquet and the Hu family's little girl who couldn't close her mouth smiling.

Walking through the streets and alleys, Wang Shi returned to his small house.

There were not many people in the small city, and several families had old houses, so they divided one for Wang Shi to live in. The people in the city are kind, a bit like the people in the book.

Chopping wood, washing rice, lighting fire, stir-frying.

Green smoke curled and drifted in the falling rain.

After Wang Shi finished eating, he sat down under the eaves.

The spring cold has not subsided, and the rain is cold, so that people dare not use their hands to pick it up. In such weather, it is easy to fall ill when it rains, and most of the people blow the lamp, wrap the quilt tightly, and fall asleep.

The sound of the rain is getting louder.

Wang Shi raised his head and looked at the dark sky. The raindrops expanded rapidly in the field of vision, drawing lines and colliding with each other with a chaotic sound.

The demon knife that had never let go was tired of killing, and now it was lying quietly in the corner, covered with a layer of dust.

Maybe it's a good choice to be an ordinary person and spend the rest of your life in a small town.

It's all gone, just don't think about it.

The rain did not become heavier, and it fell in a disorderly manner, but a cold air gradually rose and began to strip the warmth of the human body.

The spring is cold, and it's really steep.

Wang Shise shrank and pulled the wound on his body, which was really painful.

He is now just an ordinary person, he will feel cold, he will feel strong pain when he is injured, he will get sick when he is cold, and he will even be unable to afford to get sick.

These pains are reminding him of the past and telling him that he is not an ordinary person.

"Chu Huairou is dead, Shizun is also dead, Lu Xiangzi is also dead, Qinglong is dead, and Shenlong is also dead. Now, the old pervert is also dead. People related to me are always killed by me, and I'm really sad. ”

Wang Shi looked at the rain, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, bitter and ugly.

"It's good to live your life here, so no one knows about it, and you live in peace. What was once a dream can be regarded as a dream. I don't look, I don't. ”

Da, da, da.

The rain under the eaves began to weave a curtain of rain, but it could not stop the cold air that was coming.

The thin clothes on his body, but he couldn't withstand the cold, Wang Shi couldn't continue to watch the rain, so he could only walk towards the house.

The lights went out suddenly.

There was darkness all around, and only the sound of the rain was chaotic.

Wang Shi could feel something colder than the rain and leaned against his neck, it should be a knife. At least he can tell the difference between a sword and a sword.

"I heard you're a swordsman?" asked the man in a cold voice.

"Maybe it used to be. Wang Shi replied calmly, without any reminiscence in his voice.

"I can't even hear it sneaking in, the knives are all on my neck, but I don't notice the slightest, a person like you is worthy of being called a knife man?

"In the firewood room. ”

The person who came withdrew the knife, sneered, and said, "How can a person like you be worthy of my killing?"

"It's not worth it. ”

Probably a certain walking swordsman who heard the news, thought that Wang Shi was a superb swordsman, so he came to test it, but he didn't expect to encounter a straw bag.

The man covered in blood in the heavy snow, with a strange black knife around his waist, has to make people reverie, so there are many versions of the story. Fortunately, there are not many people in the small town, so they can't wear far.

The swordsman who came went to the firewood room, found the demon knife and tried the blade, and couldn't help but say: "Good knife! How can a person like you deserve such a knife? You let it be dusty." ”

Wang Shi suddenly looked at the demon knife, as if he was smiling and said, "It's not worth it." ”

The swordsman who came took the demon knife and disappeared into the rain of confusion. Such a knife, of course, cannot be left to a waste person.

Wang Shi lay down and slept soundly until the next day, when he no longer had the habit he had before. And the loss of the demon knife seems to be an inconsequential matter.

After eating breakfast and lunch, passing through the streets and alleys where there was still stagnant water, and greeting people one by one, Wang Shi went to work at Zhou Bo's place. It's just that last night's long sitting provoked the cold, and Wang Shi felt a little weak.

When I went back, I was stopped by Aunt Li, and the little girl of the Hu family was depicted again, in Aunt Li's mouth, probably the little girl of the Hu family was able to become the imperial concubine, and the fairy went down to earth. When it was over, Aunt Li cared for a few words, saying that she asked the little girl of the Hu family to take care of the sick Wang Shi.

Wang Shi could only wave his hand and politely declined.

Somehow, there was still rain tonight, cold rain.

The swordsman broke in again, threw Wang Shi an iron knife, and said, "Pick it up, you are a swordsman!"

(PS: I originally wanted to go to the string to calm down and think about the next plot.) But Lao Tie, your reward almost killed me, what can I do, I can only code words, code words, code words...... Otherwise, it feels sinful. ）