He looked at his hands, he already looked like a child, he was only as tall as a table leg, and he looked no more than three or four years old.

He put down the ancient book in his hand, and his face showed a happy smile that only when he was a child, although he knew that the couple in front of him was not his parents, and he knew that all this was probably just an illusion, but he still wanted to call his father and mother to make up for the regret of being more than thirty years late in his life.

He stood up and ran towards the two, and threw himself directly into the arms of the two, his small face rubbed against the shabby clothes of the couple, and the hands that held them tightly never let go for a moment, "It turns out that this is the taste of parents, it turns out, this is the family affection that blood is thicker than water, and it turns out that this is what I want in this life." ”

He raised his head, his eyes narrowed, his smile was bright, and he opened his mouth to shout out the two words that he had dreamed of, but when the words came to his mouth, the sentence "Daddy" just turned into a silent shout, no matter how he shouted, he couldn't hear his own voice, like a mute talking silently.

But the couple seemed to hear his call, and the love on their faces never disappeared.

Seeing such loving "parents" in front of him, Zimo, who had never felt father's love and mother's love, felt a deep sadness in his heart.

It turns out that the farthest distance in the world is not that the falling flowers are intentionally ruthless, nor is it life and death, but that I am in front of you, but you don't know how much I miss you, and I still want to call you Daddy, but you can never hear it, and I will never be able to shout.

It's like meeting in the same place, separated by countless time and space, and thousands of years apart.

The woman wiped her hands, hugged Zimo, hooked her index finger and scraped Zimo's nose, "Yun'er, what do you want to eat today, my mother will make it for you." ”

Zimo stretched out his hand and touched the woman's face, her face was very rough, and a little dark, she was only in her early twenties, she seemed to have been carved by the knife of the years, and had begun to grow old, but at this moment Zimo felt that she was his mother, the mother who had never seen her in the twilight, the mother who couldn't see her face clearly in her dreams but was the most beautiful in his heart.

"Mother, I want to eat steamed buns."

Zimo remembered his sister Zi Chan's favorite bun, and said silently with some expectation and some apprehension.

The woman was obviously stunned, and then she pulled a few strands of messy hair around her ears, and smiled like a flower for a moment, she looked at the man and said, "Qingshan, did you hear, my son actually wants to eat steamed buns." ”

The man just giggled, so happy he didn't know what to say.

But when these words fell on Zimo's ears, he was shocked, and tears fell like rain in an instant.

The surname Bai is the surname of Baijia Village, as for why, because the entire village is surnamed Bai, except for those daughters-in-law who have married, but this is also a very few.

Baijia Village is not large, with a population of less than 100 households, and the entire village is distributed in an oval shape, surrounded by a thousand-year-old tree.

A big river flows through Baijia Village, and at the entrance of the village bewitchingly twists its waist, making the whole village look as if it has been bitten by someone, so the village next door always calls Baijia Village "Huozi Village".

If Baijia Village is the most famous, it must be eaten, after all, the people take food as the sky!

Among them, there are three things that are most liked by the people of Baijia Village.

The first is the cinnamon fish in the big river at the entrance of the village, the fish is fresh and tender, refreshing and crispy, suitable for all ages, and is deeply affected

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The love of the people of Baijia Village can be said to be that this river has nurtured the generations of Baijia Village, and the Guizi fish in the river has greatly satisfied the appetite of the people of Baijia Village, so that there are many cooking methods of Guizi Fish, fried, braised, steamed, kang, marinated, barbecued, stuffy, stewed, etc., etc., as long as you can think of it, the people of Baijia Village can come up with it, and if you can't think of it, they can also think of it.

The second is the water bird eggs by the river, every winter to spring, there must be many birds come to the big river at the mouth of Baijia Village to raise and breed their offspring, among which the bird that is loved by Baijia Village is called Red Beak, it is extremely numerous, every time a nest is bred is twenty or thirty, the people of Baijia Village will go to the river to find the eggs of this bird, but every time they only take away one or two bird eggs, not a pot end, go back home to fry the water bird eggs with the toon buds that have just been picked, well, that taste, It makes people swallow saliva when they smell it.

Since the villagers are not greedy every time, they only take one or two eggs, and the red-billed has a strong reproductive ability, so it does not affect the balance here, but relieves the pressure on the mother bird, making it easier for its offspring to survive, not to mention that the villagers will feed the red-billed when they have nothing to do, and people and birds have miraculously formed a peaceful coexistence and multiplied here, and this situation has been getting along for generations.

The third is a wine shop in the east of the village, this wine shop has existed for hundreds of years, the people of Baijia Village not only like to eat, but also like to drink, they will come to this wine shop to drink a few glasses of wine, talk about the interesting stories in the village, whose girl should get married, whose boy pees his pants, if he doesn't drink a glass every day, he will feel that something is missing, the old people in the village often joke that there is no goblin hidden in this wine, otherwise how can he be so unstoppable.

The old people in the village also said that a fish, a bird, and a glass of wine are a lifetime.

The name of this liquor shop is called, The World Liquor Shop!

The owner of the liquor shop is a native of Baijia Village, his name is Bai Qingshan, and his wife's name is Wen Rulan, the orchid of orchids, from a far away, so far that no one knows where it is, even the eldest village chief in the village has never heard of it.

They added a son four years ago, and the son's name is a bit awkward, called Bai Yunji!

"Cool and breezy, slender song and white clouds." That's where his name comes from.

Bai Yunji's father not only learned all his grandfather's wine-making skills, but also liked some literary crepe things, and the people in the village laughed at him if he didn't have the craft of wine-making and couldn't starve to death, at least he could be a private school teacher, and maybe he could also get a showman, that would be really a glorious ancestor.

Jokes aside, the people of Baijia Village have always been kind, and they also love Bai Qingshan, not to mention that his winemaking skills are something that others can't learn, but the food he gives to those lonely old people in the village every once in a while is enough to make people secretly praise.

Bai Yunji, who is four years old this year, is squatting under an old locust tree at the entrance of the wine store at this time, looking at the ants on the ground in a daze, and the parents in the wine store are busy and happy.

"Yo, little one, what are you looking at?"

An old voice came, Bai Yunji raised his head to look at the raunchy old man, and then lowered his head to look at the ants, it seemed that there was nothing more interesting in the world than this.

"Ants are very miraculous in this kind of life, they are very small, but they can hold up heavier things than them, to some extent, compared to him, it is really inferior, after all, there is an end to manpower."

The old man was not embarrassed, stretched out his sleeve and wiped the stone pier under the locust tree, and sat on it, looking very interested in Bai Yunji.

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"But..."

The old man changed his words and said to himself, "Although there is a time when manpower is exhausted, but the power of a monk is endless, do you say?" Bub. ”

Bai Yunji shook his head, but still didn't speak.

From that day on, the old man would come to the wine shop every day to beg for a glass of wine, Bai Qingshan looked at him pitifully, he didn't charge money every time, and occasionally took out some food for him to eat under the old locust tree at the door, while Bai Yunji looked at him and didn't say a word.

The old man always said some inexplicable words, what "cross-knee meditation, breathing continuously, heart and mouth are the same, and the yuan enters the gas field." "What" keeps the spirit and spirit, cultivates oneself and cultivates the mind. He was constantly rambling, like a sparrow chirping in a tree, while Bai Yunji was always silent, like an outsider.

Winter goes to spring, ten years have passed in a blink of an eye, this year Bai Yunji is fourteen years old, the days of Baijia Village are like flowing water, there are still no waves, if the only thing that surprises Bai Yunzhu is that the old man who likes fishing at the entrance of the village has died, until now, Bai Yunji doesn't even know what the old man is called.

Bai Qingshan and Wen Rulan also looked much older, and the corners of their eyes had climbed up to the traces of time, but every time they looked at Bai Yunji, their eyes were full of love and happiness.

This year, Bai Yun stopped in the chatter of the sloppy old man, and opened his mouth to say his first sentence, which had only one word, "one".

After ten years, Bai Yunji and many people in the village are very familiar with each other, thanks to the booming business of their family's wine shop, everyone has a good impression of this child who doesn't like to talk and looks quiet, and even many girls in the village will blush every time they see him, and they don't even dare to look at him.

"The lame old man who often comes to drink in the west of the village passed away yesterday, and he usually likes to joke with you the most, and he also said that he will marry his granddaughter to you in two years, don't you want to see him for the last time?"

For the first time, the sloppy old man didn't say those crazy words, and said quietly.

Bai Yunzhu just shook his head, a trace of trance flashed in his eyes, and he said the second sentence, which was still one word, "two".

"That's it, forget if you don't go, after all, people will always die, it's just a matter of time, it's not that you can hide if you're afraid, but it is said that monks can."

The sloppy old man patted his buttocks, got up and walked towards the outside of the village, Bai Yunzhu didn't know where he came from or where he went, he just thought he was very strange.

Another four years passed, this year Bai Yun was eighteen years old, this year, his best friend, the little fat man who liked to eat bird eggs, the little fat man who grew up with him, bathed in the river at the entrance of the village and drowned.

The sloppy old man held a wine jug and walked up to Bai Yunji with a stagger, and he said inarticulately, "Your best friend, Bai Xiaochuan, is dead. ”

Bai Yunji just looked at the big river in front of him in a daze, with a trace of human emotion in his eyes, and said the most words he had since he was born, "He... Am you dead too, master, I want to cultivate! ”

The sloppy old man with misty eyes and slurred speech heard Bai Yunji's words, and then laughed out loud for a moment, looking extremely happy, and the waterfowl foraging on the water surface were frightened into the sky and flew into the distance, and the clouds in the whole sky seemed to have a momentary pause.

In Bai Yunji's eyes, a strange red glow appeared.

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