A small stove was built under the wooden eaves.

Although Mei Xiyu wanted Xu Chunhua to go into the hut to roast the fire.

But the girl who secretly drank a lot of wine refused, saying that she wanted to see the snow and see the white head of the snow.

Meixi Yu couldn't resist her, so she had to build a stove, move to the eaves of a wooden house, and snuggle up to watch the quiet snow on the riverside in the forest.

The little white umbrella was ruthlessly abandoned in the wind and snow outside the corridor.

"What did you do in the South?"

Xu Chunhua snuggled in Mei Xiyu's arms, raised her head and looked at the young Taoist of Qingtian Dao with a smile.

Mei Xiyu said softly: "It's just some small things. ”

"How small?"

Mei Xiyu thought for a while and said, "It's probably that someone in the town had some disputes, and then went over to persuade them." ”

"That's not small." Xu Chunhua said softly: "Last year, there was a fight in the town, and he broke his head, and he almost couldn't save it, so he asked someone to send him to Huaidu. ”

Mei Xiyu said slowly: "It's different. ”

"How is it different?"

"The affairs of the cultivation world, unless it is a last resort, rarely fight so fiercely."

"But the matter of the cultivation world must be bigger than the matter in the town!"

Mei Xiyu smiled helplessly and said, "That's okay, this is some big thing. ”

Xu Chunhua looked at Mei Xiyu and said, "How big?" ”

Mei Xiyu held her forehead.

After a long time, he whispered in the woman's smile: "Anyway, it's not as big as you secretly drank so much wine." ”

"Hey, there's a fish in the stream."

Xu Chunhua looked at him left and right.

Mei Xiyu just chuckled softly.

"That's right."

Xu Chunhua suddenly sat up on the wooden corridor, took out a small bag from her waist, and handed it to Mei Xiyu.

Mei Xiyu took the small bag and said curiously, "What is this?" ”

"That's what I said at the beginning, the flower seeds of sorghum."

Xu Chunhua said with a smile: "Originally, these seeds should have been sent earlier, but I heard that something happened to the sorghum, and many things couldn't come, so my father asked people to go around and look for a long time, and only then did he find some old flower seeds in some small towns in the East China Sea, but the man said that although it was not in season, it was well preserved and could still be planted." By the beginning of spring next year, we will be able to take a small shovel and dig up some soil to plant. ”

Mei Xiyu looked at the flower stand in the snow, and then remembered that she had said something about planting some flowers a long time ago.

Originally, Mei Xiyu planned to plant some flowers that are common in the north, but Xu Chunhua picked up a biography called "The Legend of the Demon" on the street of the town that I don't know who dropped, and was very interested in the flowers planted in the yard by the person named Gou Qian mentioned in the book, so he must plant yellow sorghum flowers.

Mei Xiyu looked at the flower stand, and naturally her mind was not on who dropped the biography of all evils, but just looked at it for a long time, and then opened the small cloth bag in her hand, poured some of the black-brown seeds inside, and put them in the palm of her hand.

"In another three years, will these seeds still grow?"

Xu Chunhua tilted her head and thought about it, and said, "I don't know, it may be necrotic." ”

Mei Xiyu fell silent.

Xu Chunhua turned her head to look at him, and said with some puzzlement: "What's wrong?" ”

Mei Xiyu poured the seeds that had been looking for a long time back into the bag, and said softly: "It's nothing, I may have to leave for a while." ”

When Xu Chunhua heard this, she looked at Mei Xiyu nervously and said, "What's wrong?" Is something happening in the mountains? ”

Mei Xiyu shook her head and said, "There will be nothing wrong in the view, everyone is measured." ”

Xu Chunhua stared at Mei Xiyu's eyes tightly.

After a while, Mei Xiyu sighed softly and said, "I have something. ”

Xu Chunhua turned her head and stared at the small white umbrella that was quietly accumulating snow in the snow not far away.

"What's the matter?"

"I want to take some things for the contemplation as an explanation to the world."

Mei Xiyu said very calmly.

Xu Chunhua just looked at the umbrella and said, "Why you?" ”

Mei Xiyu said softly: "It's just that fate coincided with it, and I just appeared there." ”

The young Taoist who walked down from the mountain view - maybe not young anymore, he was already twenty-nine years old.

The Taoist who was not young turned his head to look at the small town woman who turned her head, and said softly: "Moreover, I also want to get rid of some things through this matter." ”

Xu Chunhua still didn't look back, just quietly looked at the little white umbrella in the snow.

The snow in the forest stream is still the same, but it seems to have changed its meaning.

After a long time, Xu Chunhua stood up, walked over to pick up the umbrella, stood in the snow, and looked back at the Qingtian Daoist under the wooden eaves.

After a long time, the small town woman whispered: "In three years, if you don't come back, I will marry someone else." ”

The woman holding a small white umbrella is gentle and delicate.

It's just that there are probably always some strong people who like to drink secretly.

Mei Xiyu said softly: "Okay." ”

The little white umbrella slowly departed in the snow.

Mei Xiyu sat quietly in the corridor, and the fire in the stove probably fell some snow into it, but it was about to be extinguished.

The brook is silent.

Mei Xiyu put the small bag containing the flower seeds that could not wait for three years by the window, then got up and moved the stove into the snow and turned to leave.

After a long time, the little white umbrella went and returned, stopped in front of the wooden house, and looked at the small bag by the window.

Then he reached out and took it off, turning to walk away again.

Naturally, flower seeds can't wait for three years.

But flowers can.

......

Chen He no longer sells bean cakes, and the bean cakes are so delicious that they are so busy all day long that they can't be idle.

So he switched careers.

Sold poetry instead.

The small four-wheeled cart stopped under the snow eaves of the town, and the black box that had once placed the sizzling tofu and the bean cake now had a lot of paper.

Chen He sat by the stove under the eaves, looking at the biography in his hand quite leisurely.

A figure stopped in front of Chen He's poetry shop on the snow eaves.

Chen He didn't care, if this noodle was bean cake, Chen He might still be worried that someone would secretly eat two pieces, but it was all some poems written by himself, so naturally it didn't matter.

Serious people who stole this thing?

The figure was looking at the top layer, a poem called Minami Utako.

The thrush is like a mountain green, and the red dress is self-glorious. Low eyebrows and smile at first sight. The pulse looks back and wants to go, and the shame returns.

Falling flowers should have hatred, but returning birds is ruthless. Holding an umbrella and watching the rain stop in the stream. Youyou asked Egong when it would be clear.

Chen He didn't know why the woman with the little white umbrella would read these things out.

Maybe it's to make up the word count.

The woman holding the little white umbrella looked quietly for a long time, looked at Chen He, who was reading the biography on the side, and said, "How much is this?" ”

Chen He said casually: "Sanwen money, let me buy a few buns to eat." ”

"Good ......," said the woman, who was about to pay for it, but halfway through it, she found another word below, and stopped.

Chen He stretched out his hand while looking at the biography.

I just waited for a long time, but I didn't hear the sound of the copper coins in hand, so I put down the biography in front of me a little and looked at the woman in the small flower dress in front of me.

Then her eyes fell on the one she was reading.

"Aha, this is a treasure from ancient times, it's badly written, if it's not the last sentence, I'm too lazy to turn it out."

Chen He said with a smile.

The woman holding the little white umbrella said slowly: "Yesterday the flying floc was not in her arms, and this year she sent the snow." The wind near the window moves and the thin branches are quiet, only to see the countless broken clouds and shadows blowing. It is suspected that it is a dream to ask each other, and the palm is still warm. Parting is mostly this season, and the plum snow has turned into eyebrow snow. ”

The woman looked up at Chen He and said softly, "It's really a mess. ”

Chen He was not embarrassed, and said with a slight smile: "After all, the things from my youth can be said to be old antiques. ”

"But I like the last sentence too, or is it three dollars?" The woman looked at Chen He and asked.

Chen He thought for a while and said, "This poppy is too bad, if you only sell the last sentence, you will be counted as a penny." ”

"Okay."

The woman touched a penny from the bag on her waist, but Chen He looked at her for a long time and didn't take it.

"You're not the daughter of the shopkeeper at the end of town?"

Chen He looked at her and asked.

Xu Chunhua nodded.

Xu Chunhua may not be the daughter of the shopkeeper at the end of the town with a little white umbrella and a small flower skirt.

But the daughter of the little white umbrella and small flower skirt of the shopkeeper at the end of the town is naturally Xu Chunhua.

Chen He withdrew his hand and said with a smile: "Forget it, after you go back, help me make a pot of wine, it's okay if it's hot, it's okay if it's not hot." ”

Xu Chunhua looked at the penny in her palm and said, "A penny is not enough to buy a pot of wine." ”

Chen He thought for a while and said, "Then how many more songs do you pick?" ”

Xu Chunhua said: "I want this one." ”

Chen He sighed, and took out a money bag from his arms, whether it was selling bean cakes or selling iron plate tofu, Chen He, who had made a lot of money, would naturally not be short of money to the point of embarrassment.

It's just that I'm too lazy to take any more money.

Counted some money from the bag and handed it to Xu Chunhua, and the woman holding the little white umbrella turned around and left with the poppy.

Just halfway through, he looked back at the biography in Chen He's hand.

"Have you ever lost a biography?"

Chen He was stunned for a moment and said, "Yes, do you know where it is?" ”

Xu Chunhua continued to walk towards the end of the street.

"I'll bring it to you later."

Chen He scratched his head in place, it turned out that she picked it up?

After scratching his head for a long time, Chen He continued to look down at the book in his hand.

After the snow fell for a long time, Xu Chunhua came back and handed the wine jug in his hand to Chen He.

"It's hot."

"Okay, okay, thank you, thank you, just put it there, just put it there." Chen He looked intently at the book in his hand.

Xu Chunhua put the wine jug in her hand on the stove on the side, and then put the book she picked up on Chen He's stall.

But he didn't leave, stood outside the snow eaves with an umbrella for a long time, and then said softly: "Is the autumn water in the book the autumn water on the sword cliff of the East China Sea in the world today?" ”

"Huh?" Chen He raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him blankly.

Xu Chunhua asked again.

Chen He thought for a while and said, "It should be." ”

Xu Chunhua sighed softly, holding an umbrella and walking under the snow eaves on the side.

Chen He looked at her curiously and said, "What's wrong?" ”

Xu Chunhua said softly: "I'm just thinking, what kind of bastard would write that Qiushui killed his childhood sweetheart with his own hands, and then guarded the high cliff alone for a thousand years - maybe it was because I read the story in the book, which reminded me of myself, and I was a little worried about my fate." ”

Xu Chunhua never said the word fate before, and even if people in the town did, they would only say fate, not fate.

After listening to Mei Xiyu's words today, Xu Chunhua also learned the word fate, which always sounds very heavy.

Chen He laughed softly, picked up the biography on the stall, flipped through it casually for a while, and said: "Who knows, maybe it's scribbled, maybe the one named Gou Qian is actually not dead, he is alive and well, and he is just dying." ”

Xu Chunhua just held an umbrella and looked at the sparse pedestrians on the long street in a daze, as well as the fine snow.

Chen He turned his head to look at her, thought for a while and said: "Actually, it is unreasonable to worry about fate, always worrying about what will happen tomorrow, even today will not be good." Have you just separated from your sweetheart? ”

Xu Chunhua nodded silently.

"Don't always think about whether he won't come back from now on, you have to think that he may come back tomorrow, do you think this snow is cute." Chen He sat there, roasting his hands and said with a smile.

"You have a lot of things you can't let go? Be a little chic, you don't have to love someone for a lifetime, I like a flower, you don't have to pick it off. I like the wind, so let it stop for me to smell. I love clouds, do you want them to float down and cover me? ”

Xu Chunhua turned her head and looked at this young man who was idly selling poetry.

"Don't presuppose to spend your life with a person, just get along naturally, fate will take you wherever you go, there is a way in heaven and will not let lovers separate, if there is no way in the sky, people should follow the destiny of heaven." Chen He smiled softly and looked at the woman holding a small white umbrella on the side. "I see you have a small bag around your waist, is it a flower seed? If you feel that the wait is too long, you can go and plant some flowers, if he comes back, ask him to see the flowers, and if he doesn't come back, look at the flowers yourself. If the flowers bloom particularly well on a particular day, you can also look for them and tell him, "Look, how beautiful they are – and so am I!" ”

Xu Chunhua looked down at the bag on her waist, and then laughed softly.

"Yes. That's how it should be. ”

Chen He turned his head, threw the biography in his hand on the poetry stall, and said with a smile: "So you are still worried about your fate?" ”

Xu Chunhua thought for a while and said, "I'm not so worried, but there are still some." ”

Chen He lifted the wine jug on the stove and said to the woman holding a small white umbrella: "That's because your flowers haven't bloomed yet, and when your flowers bloom, your worries may turn into expectations." Whether you drink or not, although you are very worldly and don't give me some discounts, but seeing that you are not very happy today, I can also invite you to have a drink. ”

Xu Chunhua walked into the snow on the street of the town with an umbrella, looked at the light snow, shook her head, and said softly: "No, I have secretly drunk a lot of wine today." ”

Chen He naturally didn't continue to persuade anything, just poured himself a glass, leaned there comfortably and began to drink.

Xu Chunhua looked back at Chen He and said, "Are you a cultivator?" ”

Chen He shook his head.

"Why do you think so?"

Xu Chunhua thought for a while and said, "I just think you look like a wonderful person." ”

Chen He smiled and said, "Only the world is a wonderful person, what is wonderful about a cultivator. ”

"So who are you?"

"Me?" Chen He tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "I am a passer-by who has a bleak business but is so comfortable that he watches the wind and snow in a wheelchair. ”

Xu Chunhua looked at Chen He sitting under the snow eaves, drinking warm wine, looking at the biography.

Probably really comfortable to death.

At least it's much more comfortable than scrambling to sell bean cakes.

Xu Chunhua, a woman from a small town, looked at Chen He, a passer-by in the wind and snow, for a long time, and then smiled softly and said, "See you next time you want to drink." ”

"Okay."

Xu Chunhua walked towards the snow.

Flowers are naturally to be planted.

But it's not a cold winter.

It's next spring.

After Xu Chunhua left, it didn't take long for another person to stop in front of Chen He's stall and look at those poems there.

Chen He thought to himself, did he see the hell today?

Why is someone coming again?

So he put down the scroll in his hand, looked up, and saw a young Taoist standing in front of his stall, looking at the poems with a lonely expression.

Chen He looked at this Taoist for a long time, and then said, "Have you also experienced a parting?" ”

Mei Xiyu said calmly: "Yes." ”

Chen He thought for a while and said, "Is your parting the same parting as the daughter of the shopkeeper of the wine shop at the end of the town?" ”

Mei Xiyu raised her head and looked at the young man who was sitting under the snow eaves with warm wine and a fire and reading a book, then turned her head to look in the direction of the end of the town, and said softly: "If you are talking about the daughter of the shopkeeper of the wine shop at the end of the town, wearing a small flower skirt and holding a small white umbrella, it is indeed yes." ”

Chen He said with a smile: "It turns out that you are the negative person!" ”

Mei Xiyu said softly: "Yes." ”

Chen He was stunned for a moment, looked at the Taoist in front of him and said, "Don't you defend yourself?" ”

Mei Xiyu was also stunned for a moment and said, "Should I defend myself?" ”

Chen He said with a smile: "Generally, behind such stories, there are some unspeakable hidden. ”

Mei Xiyu said softly: "It doesn't matter if you have it or not, can you solve it if I tell you?" ”

Chen He said: "No, but I can drink some interesting stories in this snowstorm." ”

Mei Xiyu let go of the papers, and stood in the wind and snow in a Taoist robe, as if she was brewing something, but after a long time, she said softly: "Let's talk about it next time." ”

Although Chen He didn't like to talk about it next time, he didn't force it, but just said, "Maybe you won't be able to touch me next time." ”

Mei Xiyu said calmly: "If you can't touch it, you can't touch it." ”

It is natural to be a little chic.

Chen He thought it was very interesting, so he invited him to a glass of wine.

Meixiyu, a Taoist who has never drunk alcohol, also drank it all.

Then he turned and left.