"An An, get up and eat." A shout rang out in Cheyenne's ears.

"Oh, got it." Xia An'an coped with Gu Fei's words, but her eyes did not open. After a while, Gu Fei's voice sounded again, Xia An'an reluctantly opened her eyes, opened the curtain, and the dazzling sunlight pierced Xia An'an's eyes, Xia An'an squinted and yawned, looking like she hadn't woken up. She subconsciously wanted to close her eyes, then after thinking about it, she shook her head and yawned before getting up.

She came to the table and greeted Broken Sword sleepily: "Good morning, Xiao Nian." But no one responded to her. She muttered, "It looks like I'm still sleeping, forget it, I'll go eat first!" ”

......

Meal.

"What, I'm going to the temple today, didn't I just go there yesterday?" When Xia An'an heard her father and mother say that she would take her to the temple again, she felt a little angry; I went yesterday, I went today, do you have to go every day in the future!

"An'an, let's go today, let's go to that monk to ask for a Buddha bead, obedient." Xia Ping persuaded.

"Yes, you see, the Buddha beads that your father gave you yesterday were broken, and your father and I felt uneasy, so let's go for a while and come back immediately." Gu Fei echoed on the side.

"But, Daddy, don't you think the Buddha beads are good? It's just that one of them is broken, it's fine. "Cheyenne really didn't want to go, there were too many people, she didn't like it.

Under Xia An'an's soft grinding and hard bubbles, her father and mother could only follow her, since she didn't want to go, then she wouldn't go!

In the boudoir.

Xia An'an was lying on the table reading a book, who taught her to read and read, naturally it was her father. And the broken sword was next to her.

"Aren't you going to go out for a walk?" It was the sound of a broken sword.

"I just went out yesterday." Xi An'an lowered his head and looked at the book, and replied without raising his head.

"That's different." The sound of the broken sword is very good.

"What's different?" Xia An'an closed the book, looked at the broken sword, and said.

"Yesterday was yesterday, today is today."

"I don't want to go out, there's nothing good about the outside world, it's complicated." Xia An'an was a little sad when she said this, as if this little story that was only twelve had been playing outside for a long time.

"The outside world is cruel, but there are also beautiful things, and it's not a bad thing to go out for a walk." Broken Sword continued to persuade, hoping that Cheyenne could go out for a walk and not always lock himself in such a small room.

"What? I think you want to get out! "That's what Cheyenne thinks." If you want to go out, just say it, hee-hee, go, I'll take you out for a walk. Cheyenne said with a smile.

People are like this, when they are alone, they don't want to go anywhere, but suddenly one day, there is a companion, and a companion calls her out. Then she still wants to go out for a walk.

"I ....." the broken sword was speechless; Forget it, that's fine. Broken Sword thought so. For it, it's not much to go out of, it's been through much, too much.

Xia An'an picked up the broken sword and walked out of the boudoir to ask her mother for some silver taels and set off, Gu Fei was shocked when she heard Xia An'an say that she was going out, wondering if the sun was coming out of the west today?

However, for Gu Fei, it is also a good thing for her daughter to go out, but after going out, she still told her a few times to pay attention to safety, as for the silver tael, there is no problem, and this is the first time her daughter has asked her for silver tael, Gu Fei is very happy when she thinks about it.

........

Xia Ping didn't go to the tea shop today, he had to do something, he wanted to find out what happened back then, and he wanted to lift his daughter's curse. The place he was going to was a bit remote, where his ancestors were and where the curse came from. What happened back then, why no one mentioned it, these truths want to be found, why is he okay? Is it really good luck? Or because of something else.

For the sake of his daughter, he had to go to find it, the place was about fifteen kilometers away, he didn't know what danger it would be, he didn't tell anyone, he didn't want his family to worry about him, but fortunately a few friends gave him something, saying that he could get rid of the dirty.

He was carrying luggage, he actually had no confidence in his heart, he was also afraid, but he was even more afraid that something would happen to his daughter, so he had to go.

......

Cheyenne walked out of the house and came to the street, where people came and went, the town was very lively, and there were people everywhere in sight.

"There are so many people." Cheyenne paused, muttering.

"Hmm!" The sound of the broken sword was flat.

Xia An'an took the wrapped broken sword and spun around the town, Xia An'an wanted to buy something, but she didn't know the location, so she could only turn around.

Neither of them spoke, and now there are a bit of people and it's inconvenient. Cheyenne is not afraid that it will speak, it does not mean that others are not afraid.

Xia An'an walked for a long time with the broken sword.

Finally, she saw where she wanted to be, and it was a blacksmith shop.

"You're not trying to get this blacksmith to reforge me, are you?" Broken Sword asked Xia An'an in a very small voice, but because the voice was too small, Xia An'an didn't hear it. Broken Sword felt a pang of distress, if only Xia An'an had a good relationship with it.

"Master blacksmith, can you help me see this sword?" Xia An'an took a deep breath and shouted timidly.

"Huh?" The man who was wielding his hammer felt as if he had heard someone calling him, and when he looked up, he saw Cheyenne and said with a smile:

"An An, it's you, why are you here?" The blacksmith put down the hammer in his hand and walked towards Cheyenne.

"Ah, you know me!" Xia An'an said in shock.

"I'm your Uncle Zhang, I've been to your house many times, you, you're still so timid, and your voice is still so small when talking to others, I remember the first time I ......" The blacksmith talked about the past with relish, and he still remembered the little girl who immediately hid behind his parents when he saw him, and her appearance was really cute, and people couldn't help but want to touch their heads. It's just that she doesn't remember herself, and Blacksmith Zhang feels a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Xia An'an touched her forehead and immediately said: "I remember, I remember, I just didn't remember it for a while, by the way, Uncle Wang, I came to show you this sword today." "Actually, Xia An'an really doesn't remember, but I can't say it, it's so shocking.

Saying that, Xia An'an opened the cloth in his hand and handed it to Blacksmith Zhang, and the broken sword was often wrapped.

"Okay, I'll take a look, by the way, An'an, what about your father?" Blacksmith Zhang asked Xia An'an while holding the sword, he just looked around and didn't see Xia An'an's father and mother felt very strange; "Is this girl going to leave the house now?" He thought to himself.

"My father is in the tea shop, and my mother is at home." Cheyenne replied.

"Oh!" Blacksmith Zhang responded and carefully observed the broken sword, this sword was very ugly, full of potholes, and it was seriously rusty.

"An An, you ....." Blacksmith Zhang stretched the word "this" very long.

"Well, what's wrong?" Cheyenne asked.

"Your sword looks like a tattered old antique, where did you find it?"

"This, Uncle Zhang, you don't care."

Blacksmith Zhang thought for a moment and returned; "Okay, I'll polish it first." But just as he was about to polish it, the broken sword vibrated a little, and it was very reluctant, and its vibration made Blacksmith Zhang's hand numb.

Blacksmith Zhang looked at the sword in his hand, he felt that this sword seemed to be unhappy, but he was watching this sword so broken, as a blacksmith, he couldn't accept such a broken sword no matter what.

Xia An'an naturally saw the sword vibrating, so she immediately ran over, arched her hand and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Uncle Zhang, I thought about it, I still don't want to reforge it, you can help me with a scabbard." As she spoke, she snatched the broken sword.

Uncle Zhang didn't know what to say for a while, so he smiled and said, "Okay, you girl, play tricks on you Uncle Zhang and me." ”

"Ah, ah, I didn't, I'm sorry." Xia An'an said with her broken sword bowed her head.

Uncle Zhang smiled even more happily when he saw Xia An'an's appearance: "Okay, silly boy, Uncle Zhang is not angry, but next time you should decide first and then make plans, okay, let's take a look at the scabbard." ”

"Oh!" Xia An'an looked at it, and finally looked at a silver scabbard, she pointed and said:

"Uncle Zhang, I want this."

"This one or two, if you want it, pay for it! But really don't think about it, reforge that sword? Uncle Zhang looked at Xia An'an and said.

Xia An'an paid a tael of silver, picked up the scabbard and said, "No need, I just want this scabbard." ”

After saying that, Xia An'an ran away quickly. Leaving only the blacksmith's face strange, he was very uncomfortable, as a forger, it was very uncomfortable to see that such a sword could not be forged.

There were fewer people on the way home, and Broken Sword spoke: "Just now you should have asked me if I agreed." Its voice was cold, as if it was angry.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think of it just now, why don't you want to turn into a full sword?"

"Hey!" Broken Sword sighed. "Anyway, no one uses me anymore, and I'm not an ordinary sword, he can't forge me."

"Isn't there still me? Xiao Nian, the past is all in the past, now I am with you, no one wants you, I want it, hehe. Xia An'an felt a little sad about Broken Sword's mood, so she said to Broken Sword with a smile.

Broken Sword was silent, he thought for a while and said, "This scabbard is very beautiful, I like it very much." ”

It decided to change the subject, but he was still a little happy to hear Cheyennean's words. It's time to put it down, it said to itself.