The warm light of the illuminator gradually dissipated, and the surroundings became clear. The white mist of the early morning wrapped in the cold dew of the night slowly spread out to the sky and the earth, and in the yard, there was a crisp sound "tinkling".

It was an early morning after the snow.

"Chai Sang, got up so early to forge a sword?" Someone's voice sounded, teasing with good-nature: "Want to cast a few more swords for your daughter to save the dowry?" ”

"Hey, hey." The person who was ridiculed was not annoyed, but just smiled innocently.

Chaisang? Hairpin Xing was slightly stunned in his heart, isn't that the swordsmith of the Sanssouci Sword? Is this the memory of the Sanssouci Sword?

In the middle of the courtyard, a middle-aged man stood. The man looked more like an ordinary craftsman than the unfathomable, always silent and eccentric swordsmith. He was of short stature, with rough and dark skin, and even an ugly countenance, with his back hunched and clanging by the fire.

The yard was full of snow, and in the cold winter, he was shirtless and sweaty. The white-washed pants were covered with patches, and it didn't look like they were in a good family.

The hairpin walked up to him, and Chai Sang was unaware of it, concentrating on the work in his hands.

Here is the memory of the Sanssouci Sword, the person who exists in the memory, can't see the hairpin.

He was playing, Leng Buding came from the house "babbling" cry, Chai Sang was stunned, dropped the iron tongs and ran into the house, Hairpin Xing curiously followed, and saw that in the dilapidated, crumbling red mud house, Chai Sang was standing by the couch, hurriedly changing the baby's diaper.

"Ouch, don't cry, don't cry, daddy is here, daddy protects you." The man awkwardly comforted the baby in his arms: "We are the most well-behaved without worry." ”

Hassle-free?

The hairpin looked at the infant child, this should be a baby girl, but three or four months old, wrapped in a flower swaddling clothes, and showed a sweet smile to Chai Sang who was making a grimace.

Sanssouci is Chaisan's daughter, and he named the sword after his daughter?

The craftsman would not answer Hairpin Star's doubts, she could only follow the memories of Sanssouci Sword.

Next, it was a period of time for Chaisan to take care of his young daughter.

The craftsman Chai Sang is a swordsmith in the Yuezhi Kingdom, and I heard that their family has been a swordsmith for generations, and their ancestors were once masters of sword forging for the royal family. But then it gradually declined, and when it came to Chaisang's generation, life was even more stretched, and he couldn't even eat enough. As for the so-called sword-forging family, the neighbors only laughed when they heard it.

Chai Sang's parents died early, and his wife also died of illness shortly after the birth of his daughter, leaving only a daughter who was waiting to be fed.

Chaisan dotes on this daughter very much.

He worked hard every day to earn more wages, all of which he used to buy food and clothing for Wu Wu. During the day, he took care of Wuwu while striking iron, and at night he lit an oil lamp, made shoes and socks for Wuwu under the lamp, and sewed small clothes.

At first, he didn't know how to do it, but the hand holding the iron tongs picked up the embroidery needle, which was always a little lame and clumsy, like his daughter's white and tender little hands falling on his rough palms, which always made him cautious and overwhelmed. Later, I slowly became proficient. His clothes were more delicately stitched than the neighbor's aunt, and his braids were better than those of the prettiest girl in town.

Everyone praised him for having a pair of skillful hands, and although he didn't have a mother, he was still carefree and beautiful.

The babbling baby soon grew up, grew into a little girl with red lips and white teeth, grew into a cardamom girl with curly and graceful eyes, and grew into a beautiful woman with bright eyes and bright teeth.

Chai Sang was striking iron in the yard, and the neighbor passed by, and asked the girl who embroidered flowers at the door with a smile: "Don't worry, I want to find you a husband who is good to you like your father in the future." ”

The girl was unconvinced: "I don't want to find a husband like my father, if I want to find it, I want to find a talented son who can read and write!" ”

"What kind of reading and writing, you just want to find a handsome person." The neighbor's little tiger grimaced at her: "You just think your father is ugly!" ”

Wuwu was so angry that he got up from the stool and chased after Xiaohu: "Nonsense, my father is not ugly, my father is not ugly at all!" ”

Chai Sang watched them play while striking iron, and smiled widely.

He was already short and had a rough appearance, but he got a daughter who was like a flower. Young and old, beautiful and ugly, like spring seedlings and dead wood, flowers and rotten mud.

When he was seventeen years old, he promised a family.

The other party is a young master from a scholarly family, born with a talent, polite and polite, and his appearance is as handsome as his neighbors say. The most important thing is to be humble and gentle, talented, and will secretly buy apricot blossom cake for worry-free.

Everyone said that Chai Sang had a good son-in-law, but the craftsman made a mistake in his selfish heart. Although the other party is not a high-ranking official, he does not have to worry about food and clothing. The other party's bride price is not low, and as a father, he naturally has to prepare a rich dowry for his daughter, so as not to be looked down upon by her in-laws.

After a carefree night's sleep, the craftsman put on his clothes and lit the lamp, and counted at the table how much silver he could take out of his home. He really can't afford the house Zhuangzi or something, except for a little money, he also wants to buy the most beautiful wedding dress for Wuwu.

A head poked out of the door: "Dad, why don't you sleep in the middle of the night?" ”

Chai Sang hid the bookkeeping book behind him and said with a smile: "I plan to make a dowry for you." ”

"What dowry?" Wuwu blushed: "How can our family have the money to make a dowry?" ”

"Even if you don't have money, you can't miss our daughter's dowry," Chai Sang rarely joked with his daughter: "Either your father will give you a sword and bring it to your mother-in-law's house, and if someone bullies you in the future, it will protect you." ”

Worry-free sneered: "Dad's sword is almost the same for chopping wood, and it still protects me." I don't want it. ”

"Our family is a family of sword-casters," Chai Sang feigned anger: "Tell me, what kind of sword do you want?" ”

"Hehe, then I'll make it beautiful, preferably silvery-white, if only a frost flower could be carved on the hilt, I don't like it to be too heavy and heavy, it would be better if it could be lighter, it would look extraordinary at first glance...... Dad, why are you leaving, I haven't finished yet! ”

The voice faded away.

The sound of striking iron in the yard became more and more frequent.

In order to buy a dowry for Wu Wu, Chai Sang began to take on more work, he is actually no longer young, and his physical strength is not as good as before. After striking the iron non-stop every day, the old old ailments were gradually revealed, and when it rained, my knees hurt terribly.

Wuwu also noticed this, pulled Chai Sang back to the house, and said angrily: "It can't go on like this, Dad, you are not a young man, don't strike iron in this weather, go back to the house to rest!" ”

Chai Sang responded on the surface, but when he went out without worry, he secretly hit it again with worry-free.

The water grosgrain in the cloth village in the city costs three taels of silver, and it is best to use it to cut a wedding dress. He was about to scrape together the money, and when he got the satin and handed it to Carefree, he didn't know how happy he would be.

The New Year is coming, and as soon as the New Year is over, the daughter will get married. Although he has not had much ability in this life, he is already very content.

So far, all the memories are calm. Those days of Chaisan and worry-free coexistence seemed to fill every gap in memory. Fragmentary and warm, it repetitively repeats the trivial routine, and seems to be so obsessed with this memory that time passes very slowly.

Hairpin didn't know what was going on outside, and she couldn't get out of this memory, so she could only continue to watch patiently. This may be what Sanssouci wants her to see.

She thought that this might not only be the memory of the Carefree Sword, but also the memory of the girl's Carefree.

The picture of the memory began to gradually become blurred, and the passage of time became unstable, and it seemed that for the owner of the memory, the next memory was very painful, and he suffered greatly in his heart.

In the New Year of Yuezhiguo, the land is covered with snow, lanterns are hung under the eaves of every house, and the Spring Festival couplets are pasted on the door. Carefree put the last window flower in front of the house neatly, and heard passers-by outside.

"Tianxianglou has started selling spring wine again." Passers-by urged: "Hurry up, there are twenty copper plates less, and you won't be able to buy them later." ”

Carefree looked at the sky, it was already evening.

Tomorrow is the New Year, and the vendors in the Yuezhi country will not open, and in the spirit of wanting to sell them out and go home early, many vendors will sell things very cheaply. At this time, it is the most cost-effective to buy 20 copper plates less than usual. Chaisang is good at wine, but he is reluctant to drink wine money and rarely drinks it.

He was still in the house for tomorrow's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, put the copper plate in his purse without worry, and went out by himself.

Memories stop at this point.

The surroundings became dark, time no longer passed, although the snow in the Yuezhi country was heavy, but it was only an illusion that existed in memory, and it would not cause any perception to people, but the hairpin star would feel cold.

It was a pervasive coldness that seemed to penetrate into the hearts of men. It rises from the soles of the feet, spreads and invades little by little, crawling up the limbs of the person, climbing up the internal organs of the person, and cold to the cracks of the bones.

Carefree did not come back.

After a long, long time, there was a "boom-" sound, and the thunder exploded in my ears, and there seemed to be the sound of dripping rain.

Hairpin saw Chai Sang dragging his sick body around looking for his daughter's whereabouts, and the wine seller told him that Sansso-Wu had bought wine in the evening and left.

But she didn't come home.

The short, inconspicuous man went crazy and searched for his daughter's trace on New Year's Eve, until the next day, someone saw a female corpse lying on the ground on the street of Fang City.

The girl looked frightened, disheveled, and scarred all over her body, and it was terrible to see.

She died on the first day of the new year.

The warm glow faded like a tide, and memories began to turn pale and dim. The overwhelming despair and sadness swept the entire courtyard in an instant, and Hairpin Star saw Chai Sang lying on top of his daughter and crying bitterly.

The silent man who has lived for half his life cries heartbreakingly, desperate and helpless.

The extreme sadness was about to be transmitted to almost everyone through memory, and the hairpin couldn't help but wet his eyes.

A passer-by told Chai Sang that when he passed by the restaurant last night, he saw a girl being pulled into the carriage by several drunks.