In the east, a touch of fish belly appeared, the rooster began to cluck, the day was about to break, and the dew smelled of earth, exuding a refreshing smell.

The wood of the humble house in the far corner of the village creaked away, and the beardless red-faced fat man shook his fleshy body, stretched his waist, paced out, looked at the sky that had just been brightened, and patted his mouth and yawned fiercely.

The thin girl was wearing a brightly colored dress, and as the fat man got out of the wood, her eyes were far away on the ridge of the northwest corner, but she looked in two directions with the fat man who was looking at the morning light. However, the fat man looked sideways at the girl again, and sighed in surprise.

"Today...... Still wearing a skirt?" The fat man stroked the girl's skirt, and the girl withdrew her eyes, her small eyes met the fat man's loving gaze, and she stuck out her tongue mischievously.

......

Gan Fei has been living here for thirty-seven days.

The ancient road is a thin horse, a shadow orphan girl, this way to the south, Gan Fei does not know where to go, in short, it is a dead heart, a useless body, but to find a place where you can bury your bones, away from the hustle and bustle of the world, take a break from the man's pride and ambition, and raise Qia'er as an adult, this is the greatest wish.

Because of an experience of getting lost and wandering in the mountains, Gan Fei accidentally discovered this place, this village that was finally formed by gathering displaced people who had fled the war for decades, this place called Shanzang Village.

The origin of the name of Sanzo Village lies in the excellent terrain hidden in the mountains. The surrounding towering green hills stretch continuously, the blue blank clouds are covered, you can see the beautiful water plate embedded like a jade belt in the front, and you can lean on the green forest like a green curtain backwards, which is really beautiful. It is precisely because of this excellent terrain that it is extremely difficult for the rebels to find here, and it is not conducive to the invasion of the Central Plains Iron Cavalry.

Gan Fei held his horse and stood for a long time, sad, sad, disappointed, and depressed, these emotions naturally existed, but after a long time, people will eventually struggle out of such a gloomy and sad atmosphere, and have thought that like those frustrated people who are full of hearts, they have been gloomy and lonely since then, but in the end, he is not so depressed, or rather, that way of life is too hypocritical, as if he is afraid that others will not know his pain. He is still alive, and his life must go on, and he still has relatives--- poor child who was rescued from the pile of dead and recognized by himself as his daughter. He just said goodbye to his past career as a demon slayer, those past of subduing demons and subduing demons, happy rivers and lakes, and the charming years of being alone with Yiren, love and joy, and put those things in the corner of his heart that he would never touch again, Gan Fei finally said to himself.

So, he led the thin horse, held Qia'er, and panted over the ridge of the ridge, which was the only way to enter the village, and stayed here.

A big man with a sword on his back and a daughter in his arms, a skinny brown-haired pony, although the villagers were a little afraid of the broad-bladed broadsword, but the scene always seemed so strange and abrupt, they did not drive the stranger away. And after Gan Fei smiled and begged for a bowl of rice soup for Qia Er with two coins of gold, the villagers finally decided that this was a harmless fat man who was rich, generous, and pitiful.

After all, no outsiders have come in Shanzang Village for nearly ten years, and the simple and honest villagers quickly accepted the two strangers, and the kind-hearted villagers sent a pile of thatched soil and stones, which made Gan Fei, who had never built a house, stunned for a long time. Until the eleventh day, the thatched hut in the most corner of the village was completed, although this is the most simple and ugly of all the houses in the village, but Gan Fei is still quite satisfied with his masterpiece, after all, it was built by himself, at the moment when he has no strength, he faintly feels that he does not seem to be such a useless waste, besides, the thatched hut has doors and windows, at least it can block the wind and rain, and most importantly, this is his own and Qia'er's home......

Gan Fei did not forget the brown thin horse brought out by the Captain of the Tomb who was walking with him along the way, and built a simple stable behind the thatched hut, saying that it was a stable, but it was just a small shed with a few bamboo frames supporting the roof of straw mats. Gan Fei calculated clearly, when it was really the season of strong wind and rain, and the weather was cold, it was a big deal to let Xiao Brown come into the house and live together.

In this way, an ugly thatched house, a wilted horse, and the fat man who did not grow a beard and his dark and thin daughter became the new members of the mountain Tibetan village.

......

The sky is bright, but the whole mountain village has begun to be lively, this noisy splashing of water, the woman who is making a fire to cook is calling her husband and children, the door dog of the nursing home can finally let go of the barking of his voice after a night of silence, and the sound of children's laughter is gradually sounding......

Gan Fei hung a bow from his waist, carried a knife behind his back, wore a cool and airy coarse linen clothes, took Qia'er's little hand, and followed by the well-behaved and quiet brown horse that was just too thin, passing through the village, and greeting the villagers who met him as he walked.

"Sister-in-law Huang, what are you going to eat?"

"Erzhuang, you hurry up, set off in a while. ”

"Uncle Zong, why does your stinky dog keep barking at me every time he sees me? ”

......

Qia Er looked at this narrow and not deserted village, everyone's face was filled with a relaxed and happy smile, and suddenly her heart moved, and a young female voice sounded in her head.

"If my village hadn't been ransacked by those hateful horse thieves, my mother wouldn't have died, and she would tell me those nice and funny legends every night in her soft and gentle voice, and she would gently hold me in her arms, kiss me gently on the face, and lull me to sleep...... Well, and the fragrant corn she cooked, she was worried that I would be hungry and always waited until I had finished eating my leftovers......"

A sad emotion inexplicably emerged from the bottom of her heart, and Qia'er's eyes turned red, but they were quickly washed away by a touch of crystal blue light and shadow.

"Here you go again, didn't you say it's still me today? A soft and pleasant female voice sounded in Qia'er's head.

"Hmm...... But when I saw them like this, I missed my mother......" The young female voice had a mournful tone, as if she was whispering to her friend, telling each other about her heart.

"Alas......" the soft female voice sighed in agreement, "I often think of my grandmother like this, she raised me, took me to pick flowers, took me to wear those beautiful clothes in the world, and took me to see the dazzling fireworks set off by people......"

"I've never seen fireworks......"

"You'll see, he loves you very much, and he will definitely take you to see it. Qia Er looked up and looked at Gan Fei, who was holding her little hand, unconscious.

"Well, it was Daddy, it was he who saved me, it was he who put his clothes on top of my mother's body, it was he who lived with me ever since, and treated me as his most beloved daughter, despite ...... He also suffers great sorrow and pain, and his fate is unfair, so why should he always hurt those who should not be hurt?"

A soft light of emotion crossed Qia'er's eyes, but it was replaced by a coldness.

"You haven't seen how ferocity he kills, so you don't know what kind of first person your father is. It's really strange, I used to see him, I always hated and feared, but now when I see him like this, I think of when I was with my grandmother...... However, my grandmother was clearly killed by the wicked people who followed him all the way. ”

"My father will never kill people indiscriminately, especially not weak and kind people!

The soft female voice seemed to hesitate for a moment, and did not speak, and only continued after a long time: "I'm just telling you that the past in my eyes can at least prove that he was really a very powerful person in the past." ”

"That's it, Daddy just doesn't know what disease he has now, and he must have been very bad before. For this judgment, the immature female voice was obviously very satisfied, and there seemed to be a kind of proud satisfaction between the words.

"After all, now, we are all his daughters, how can we speak ill of our father?" The soft female voice was smiling, and at the end it seemed to be persuading, "Okay, Sister Qia'er, your body still belongs to me today, I told you, I have to go there to see what happened last night, and the most important thing is that I learned if Lu Dao came at me." ”

"Can I feel it, too, the scent of the mountain at night? Don't forget, I've been very sensitive to this since my mother died. ”

Under this conversation in her head, Qia Er couldn't help but turn her head and look at the mountain beam in the northwest corner.

......

Gan Fei had come to one of the most imposing houses in the middle of the village, and there was even a courtyard for the house, where several hens were pecking at small insects, and when Gan Fei stepped in, the hen flapped her wings as if frightened, and had already deftly stepped aside.

If it is an ordinary village, such a large area must gather hundreds of households to have such a scale, so this journey to the center of the village is not short, so that under the rising sun, Gan Fei's forehead has beads of sweat.

As soon as the door opened, an old man with white hair crossed legs and feet, sitting in the courtyard, seemed to be closing his eyes and recuperating, a set of gauze robes was wide and open, and a petite girl was carefully combing the old man's hair dreadlocks, when she saw Gan Fei, the girl smiled politely at Gan Fei, and her beautiful face was like a blooming flower: "Uncle Gan." ”

Gan Fei unnaturally touched his face that was still tight, and although he didn't have a beard, he should look younger, and silently endured the girl's name for himself. The old man's eyelids lifted, his cloudy pupils turned slightly, and he greeted in a thick Jiangnan accent: "Come here." ”

Gan Fei stepped forward: "Ready to stop, just wait for the old patriarch to speak, and everyone will set off when they are all together." ”

Shanzang Village does not belong to any government jurisdiction, so there is no official position in the village, but the head of a village must always have it, the old man in front of Gan Fei is the village chief of Shanzang Village, because there are many surnames in the village, the rules of the village have no surname, and they are all regarded as a clan, so the village chief has become the patriarch. The old patriarch has been in the village for many years, and he was in the village when Shanzang Village was first established, and the villagers have always been only the old patriarch Ma Shou, and Gan Fei is a new villager.

Yesterday, the old patriarch sent someone to send a message to Gan Fei, asking Gan Fei to follow the people in the village out of the mountain together. Every summer and autumn, the village always arranges several times to go out to the mountain to purchase replacement goods, so that there is nothing else to pass here, and then make up for the lack of this place with the reality of other places. The mountain and Tibetan villages have been plagued by soldiers for a long time, the geographical advantage is good, the annual harvest under cultivation is quite rich, the mountain fruits are luxuriant, and it can be regarded as a special product here, not to mention the raccoon yarn weaving, it will be taken to the city, and it is also an excellent goods, like this and the outside world to communicate with each other is very in line with the people's livelihood.

One is Gan Fei's newcomer, as a member of Shanzang Village, he is naturally duty-bound, and Gan Fei looks majestic, Kong Wu is powerful, but shouldn't he have more effort? And the third, and most important one, is that Gan Fei is rich, that day two gold bills begging for a bowl of rice soup of the heroic act of the villagers are still fresh in their memory, in short, the image of Gan Fei rich has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, in the past in the mountains and Tibetan villages, either barter, or first sell their own goods and then rebuy the things they need, not to mention the delay of time, but there are many cumbersome changes, now put Gan Fei, the big rich man, has his silver money to pay first, it is much more convenient.

For the old patriarch's request, Gan Fei had no reason to shirk, and he was taken in by this good place in distress, and he had already saved the heart of repaying his kindness. Although there are unlikely to be any accidents, but his father's love of licking calves is always relieved, and it is more secure to take Qia Er with him;

The old patriarch was very satisfied with Gan Fei's performance, and said with a grin with his teeth wide open: "Good mile, good mile, old rules, everyone is eating rice when the hour starts." The old patriarch moved, and the girl behind him chuckled: "Grandpa, don't move, don't tie the knot." His eyes quietly glanced at Gan Fei, but he saw Gan Fei grinning and smiling heartlessly, his eyes seemed to be looking at him, he panicked, and hurriedly lowered his head.

Soon, the girl seemed to feel something, and the movement of the knotted hair on her hand did not pause at all, but she secretly raised her head to look, only to find that Gan Fei's gaze was faint, and it was empty through herself, but it was just a trance and thoughtful. And the little girl beside him was looking into the distance, carrying the morning light on her back, and her eyes vaguely seemed to be covered with a layer of magnificent crystal blue, beautiful like the sea.