A middle-aged man is fishing under a tree by a pond in a village in Dahe Country.

His face was wrapped in a white cloth, covering his injured eyes, and he couldn't see the blisters of the fish in the pond, nor could he see the ups and downs of the fishing line.

The thin bamboo pole droops slightly, stretching into a bow-like curve, and the fishing line stretches into the pond water, startling a water reptile to quickly avoid it, and there is a faint tail swing at the bottom of the water.

The middle-aged man's right hand was slightly tight, lifting the bamboo pole, a carp that was not fat was lifted out of the water, struggling with a snap, he reached out with the rod, took the fish off the hook, and threw it into the fish basket immersed in the pond water beside him.

A woman in plain clothes walked behind him, looked at the fish basket and exclaimed with joy, the woman's appearance was ordinary but delicate, her clothes were simple and simple, but she was clean, her eyebrows and eyes seemed to be in her early twenties, and the joy in her eyes was numb, but she seemed to be in her thirties. The woman said a few words to him and helped him to go behind the tree.

Behind the banyan tree is a small courtyard, the fence is slightly sloping, the thatch is gradually decaying, and it looks a little dilapidated, but the yard and the house are very clean, just like the feeling that the woman gives people.

"It seems that you really like fishing, if there are any leftover fish, Ming'er I will go to the town to change some wine koji and come back, I heard that fish like to eat those things." ”

The woman said.

The middle-aged man said: "It's not that I like fishing, but I can't help but be a little anxious when I can't see things for so many days, and I want to calm my mind." ”

"Doctor Song said, if the medicine is fine, it should be fine today. ”

The woman helped him to sit down in a chair, looked nervously at his face, and tried to reach out to untie the white cloth that covered his eyes, but she did not dare to do so for fear.

The middle-aged man couldn't see it, but he seemed to be able to see her every move, and smiled comfortingly: "Even if it can't be good, it's a few days to unravel."

The woman's fingers were nervously twisted together, and she reproached, "Don't you dare to speak like that, you will be fine, your eyes will be able to see." ”

With a slight trembling finger, he untied the knot of the white cloth behind the middle-aged man's head and carefully walked around the ear of the Tao, peeling off layer by layer until it was finally untied.

The light of the sky spilled into the small courtyard from the top of the enamel tree and leaked into the house, falling on the face of the small tree, and the part that had been covered by the white cloth for many days looked a little pale because it had not seen the sun for a long time.

His brows were frowned, his eyes were closed very tightly, although he could comfort the woman for a few days, although he was the first-rate free and easy person in the world, but he was still nervous at this time.

The woman stood in front of him, looking nervously into his eyes with her head down, and whispered to cheer him on: "It's okay, open it and see, maybe you can see it." ”

The middle-aged man's eyes trembled slightly, and he didn't know how long it took, and finally slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were slightly sunken, and his eyes were gloomy.

The woman was a little disappointed, her clothes were wet with nervous sweat, and she subconsciously loosened her neckline, and asked with the last luck, "Can you see the furniture?"

At this moment, a wind passed through the banyan trees outside the courtyard, driving the sky to shake.

A touch of heavenly light fell on the gloomy eyes of the middle-aged man, as if he would never go away, only willing to stay there, the light gradually brightened, and it trembled like a fishing rod, the water surface of the pond rippled, and the breath of life was revived.

The picture of the eye waves gradually became clearer from blurry.

He saw a woman with a delicate face, saw the simple Confucian skirt of the Great River Kingdom on her body, saw her nervous and anxious expression, saw a crystal bead of sweat sliding down her neck, and saw the bead of sweat sliding towards the two white and soft clumps between her slightly open collar

The middle-aged man Mu looked at her quietly and said, "I can see it." ”

The woman was overjoyed, and then suddenly noticed that his gaze was fixed on her chest, and she turned sideways slightly, and arranged her clothes in a somewhat panicked manner, avoiding his gaze.

The middle-aged man looked at her with a smile, his eyes full of gratitude.

If it weren't for the careful care of this woman these days, who did not hesitate to look for doctors and buy medicine in the face of the strange eyes of the villagers, his eyes would not have been cured so quickly.

To this day, he still did not know who this woman was, it was the first time he had seen her, and in the small talk of the past few days, he only knew that she was a widow.

"Thank you for taking care of me these days. ”

The middle-aged man said sincerely.

The woman straightened her clothes, turned around slowly, and whispered, "I don't know your name yet." ”

The middle-aged man said: "My name is Chao Xiaoshu, the dynasty of the Tang Dynasty, there is a small tree at the entrance of the village, a tree." ”

The woman looked at his handsome but mature eyebrows, slightly flustered, and a little gloomy, thinking that this man must be a person with a very good story, and he will probably leave when his eyes are cured, right?

"That's the rest of the medicine money. ”

She suddenly thought of something, reached out and took out a handful of broken silver from her skirt and handed it to Chao Xiaoshu.

Chao Xiaoshu thought about it, took the broken silver and put it back in his clothes, and didn't say anything more.

Seeing that she had not kept the money for herself, the woman was a little happy and told him to rest and not to look at it for too long, so she went to boil water and cook.

After dinner, I took a serious shower since my eye was injured...... Towards the small tree refreshed and refreshing...... Then put on an ordinary peasant uniform that Mrs. handed over with some shame.

He walked into the courtyard and looked at the dim flowing clouds in the night dome, at the halo beside those clouds, and knew that although his eyes could see, it still took time to fully recover.

Thinking of the earth-shattering sword that attacked from outside the clouds that day, he squinted slightly at Xiaoshu, then shook his head with a smile, and thought with emotion, Sword Saint Liu Bai really deserved to be the strongest person in the world.

Defeated under Liu Bai's sword, Chao Xiaoshu was very calm and even a little relieved, because this was a matter of course.

Unlike those young people in Longqing, Chao Xiaoshu, who has been immersed in the dark night world of Chang'an City for many years, although he is a real underworld king, he has never had any obsession that Lao Tzu must be the first in the world, because of this, he has never been afraid of failure and setback, on the contrary, as long as failure and frustration do not let him die, he can learn from every failure and setback, and then progress.

Just as he was thinking about the battle with the Sword Saint Liu Bai, suddenly the sound of water sounded from the house...... The sound of the water is ...... Occasionally, there was a tinkling of water running down the woman's smooth body.

Chao Xiaoshu didn't look back at the house, although Hua knew that the lights were on in the house, if he turned back, he would probably be able to see the beautiful silhouette on the window paper, that alluring picture.

He just smiled and listened quietly, listening a little intriguedly.

The woman finished bathing...... Walked to the courtyard and walked to his side.

The slightly moist and fragrant smell seeps into the nose of the small tree.

Water dripped from the woman's wet hair.

The woman's clothes were also slightly damp and warm.

It and the atmosphere was very humid and warm.

The woman looked at his side face, suddenly hugged his waist, and said in a trembling voice, "Can you tell me your story?"

Chao Xiaoshu looked down at her quietly and said, "My story is actually very boring. ”

The woman buried her head in his bosom and whispered, "But that's the story outside, and I want to hear it, and I have at least some more stories after you're gone." ”

Raise your hand towards the tree...... Gently stroking her wet hair, I felt the body of the woman in my arms getting hotter and hotter.

The woman secretly bit her lower lip and mustered up her courage...... Raise your head and hug him tightly...... The right hand reached into his coat and stroked it awkwardly and tremblingly, then stood on tiptoe and covered his lips with his own.

"I will not keep the way of women. ”

She muttered.

Zhao Xiaoshu gently slurped her lips, and his right hand slowly rose from her waist, caressing the lump through the slightly wet thin clothes, and said, "Then do you still want to listen to the story?"

The woman's blush of shame grew, but she stubbornly refused to leave his embrace, kissed him infatuately, and murmured, "I know you're leaving, I don't want to listen to stories, I want you to give me a story." ”

"I'm not going to rush ......"

Gently pushed her away towards Xiaoshu and kissed her on the forehead. , smiled and said, "Why don't you tell the story first?"

The night breeze passed through the fence and blew on the slightly damp thin clothes, and the cold made the woman sober up a little, and she realized what kind of shameful behavior she had done before, only to feel that her cheeks were so hot that she couldn't do it, but the residual taste between her lips and the warmth of her chest made her reluctant to leave.

"Aren't you going home?"

"There's no hurry. ”

Chao Xiaoshu replied, although Chang'an City is good, there are friends, there is a majesty and an old father, but he doesn't want to go back now, because it is very peaceful here, because there are enamel trees here, and there are women who cherish him.

The woman whispered, "But your family will be worried." ”

Chao Xiaoshu said, "I will write to them." ”

The woman mustered up the courage to throw herself into her arms, but when she refused, she was a little shy, twisted her fingers and turned away, and hurried into the house on the pretext of making her bed.

The dim oil is a beautiful scenery under the woman's skirt reflected in the light.

Chao Xiaoshu's eyes had just recovered, and when he looked at the scenery, he felt more and more beautiful.

That night, Chao Xiaoshu and the woman still slept in separate beds, and it was not known who was tossing and turning, who was on the other side, and who was regretting, except that the cries of the insects in the fence that night were much more gentle and lingering than usual, and the squeaks of the beds in the house were like moans.

In the early morning, "there was a sudden noise outside the upper courtyard, breaking the tranquility and ambiguity here.

Dozens of villagers, armed with steel forks and hoes in their hands, surrounded the small courtyard under the leadership of several gray-haired old men, and then violently overturned the fence that was already slanting.

The woman who was cooking breakfast wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, looked at these clansmen nervously, and said in a trembling voice: "Fourth master, what do you command?"

The person she spoke to was the white-haired old man of the clan, Tao Fang, who was the patriarch and had the authority to speak in the whole village and even the whole town.

The patriarch did not answer her words, and looked at her indifferently as if he were a dead man.

She was answered by a strong man and a few clumps of mud.

"The ** who does not keep the woman's morals. ”

The strong man said viciously.

A few lumps of thin mud and slightly smelly mud were smashed on her body by the clansmen, staining the clean Confucian dress she was deliberately wearing.

(Chapter 2 comes out at half past ten.) (To be continued)