The grass is withered, and the snow is light.

Li Ping'an and Lao Niu stopped and stopped all the way, abandoning the official road.

Walking happily on the trail.

The snow became heavier and heavier, and the bushes on both sides were gradually covered with snow, and they were white.

Over one mountain, there is another mountain under your feet.

The road up the mountain is getting narrower, more desolate, and quieter.

One person, one cow, but not lonely.

Li Ping'an hummed a song.

The sea laughed, surging on both sides of the strait.

Ups and downs follow the waves, only remember the present day

The sky is smiling, and the tide is in the world

Who loses and who wins, God knows.........."

I don't know how long it took, but there was finally fireworks ahead.

On the way, I met three men carrying some New Year's goods, walking from one end of the mountain to the other.

The beaming appearance is known from their conversation.

It turned out to be just in time for the New Year, and there was still a bride in the village to get married.

Li Ping'an took the old cow forward and prepared to ask for a sip of wine to drink.

There was a jubilant scene outside the village, and the big feast had not yet begun.

Villagers use green bricks and red bricks to build makeshift stoves to cook and stir-fry.

Banquets in rural areas are almost always held door-to-door.

My kitchen was obviously too small, so I had to build an "open-air kitchen" to stretch my legs.

While sipping melon seeds, everyone chatted about their parents' shortcomings.

The scene is getting bigger and bigger, the meals are getting bigger and bigger, and the taste is getting stronger and stronger.

Everyone sat around the table, eating and chatting, like a happy one.

This feeling reminds Li Ping'an of his childhood

I feel that it is not a banquet, but a happy atmosphere and excitement.

Li Ping'an improvised a cheerful tune.

After all, on a happy day, you can't pull Erquan.

Li Ping'an likes this kind of atmosphere.

And the chefs in the countryside have a unique flavor in cooking.

Li Ping'an still thinks that the chef who cooks in the Yellow Crane Tower is not as good as the first banquet he had eaten in a small mountain village.

Mo laughs at the farmer's wine, and the guests are full of chickens and dolphins in the harvest year.

The wine has passed three rounds, and the dishes have passed five flavors.

The bride and groom have also entered the cave.

There is no such thing as a hole in the house, and almost all the dishes on the plate are at the bottom.

Li Ping'an walked to a mountain, originally wanting to blow the wind.

I saw a young man, standing on the top of the hill and waving a bamboo stick.

There is a look, and there is something in his mouth.

Li Ping'an smiled.

The teenager waved vigorously.

After a while, when he turned his head and found Li Ping'an standing behind him, his little face suddenly turned red.

Li Ping'an smiled, "After eating, strenuous exercise is not good for your health." ”

The boy touched his stomach and smiled.

Carrying the bamboo stick on his shoulder, he looked at Li Ping'an's bamboo stick.

"Uncle, your stick is not as good as mine."

Li Ping'an found a clean place to sit down.

"What did you just practice? Swordsmanship? ”

The boy rubbed his hands together and smiled a little embarrassedly.

“.... Be.. My dream is to be a warrior who walks the world with a sword. ”

Li Ping'an said: "What is there to be embarrassed to say. ”

"They all laughed at me, and my mother called me childish."

"I think you're quite ambitious."

"Really?"

The boy's eyes were full of excitement, as if it was a great thing to get someone's approval.

"Uncle, I'll show you my swordsmanship."

The teenager wields a wooden stick in the setting sun.

The green and yellow branches and leaves are verdant with the story of time.

The corners of Li Ping'an's mouth hooked up with a smile.

When I was young, I only felt that the stars could be picked, and I also wiped the sun with a sword.

"Uncle, borrow your stick from me."

"This stick can't be played with for you."

Li Ping'an was in the mood and jumped up from the stone.

He stepped forward, his body getting lighter and lighter.

It's the wind and the heart.

A fresh breeze spread from his body, carrying a fresh scent that could only be smelled in the deep mountains.

Every pore on the body is cool.

It was as if a very thin stream of air had penetrated into his body.

This body is no longer on the mountains, but across thousands of miles

From the covenant to the Bo, from the near to the far.

The young man looked at this scene in a daze, as if he were in a dream.

Life should not have dreams, but there are dreams.

I dreamed that a Jianghu guest carried a pot of wine and lit a lamp.

In the wine, the horses are like the wind.

I dreamed of bending the bow and saying goodbye to the Han Moon, and the feathers broke the sky.

I dreamed of drinking horses and crossing autumn water, and the water was cold and the wind was like a knife.

Life is like a dream, and it is like smoke.

The wind blew away the dream, and the boy stood in the mountains.

Listening to the wind rise and fall, I almost forgot everything in the world.

Li Ping'an fell asleep with a knife, and his clothes hunted and hunted.

[Listening to the wind knife method: 91%-92%]

......

The boy froze in place, as if something had been opened in his heart.

I shuddered all over, and a flash of light flashed through my mind.

He seemed to understand something, but he didn't understand anything.

After a long time, he came back to his senses.

But the man was gone.

The young man looked childish, and there was no trace of fear on his face.

Just a pair of big black and white eyes, looking around.

A fallen leaf falls leisurely.

The boy waved his stick again, bringing a fresh breeze.

Stayed overnight in the village, early the next morning.

Li Ping'an set off again with the rising sun.

The boy stood on top of the mountain, waving his stick over and over again.

.........

Li Ping'an went straight to Yumen Pass and went all the way to the north.

How many roads he has walked and how many people he has met, he is afraid that he will not be able to remember.

Rivers, hills, villages.

Those unreachable existences were gradually thrown behind the straw sandals by him.

Thrilling scenes rarely happen.

When he had nothing to do, he sat on Lao Niu and pulled the erhu.

The floating clouds and willow catkins have no roots, and the sky and the earth are wide and far-reaching.

New Year's Day, the beginning of the new year.

Li Ping'an walked in the mountains, and the big trees that covered the sky and the sun cut off everything.

You can't hear the sound of fireworks, you can't smell the joy of the New Year.

Only the north wind of the cold winter wax moon does not blow like money.

"Old Niu, it's the New Year!"

Li Ping'an opened his mouth, and a stomach full of wind poured into his stomach.

Old Cow: "Moo! ”

"There's a hole in the front, let's go in and hide!"

..........

The wind and snow were kept outside, and the firelight warmed the small hole in the wall.

There was a pot on top, and the ice ballast gradually melted into boiling water in it.

I ordered the noodles and served them with the freshly baked crackers.

Li Ping'an held a glass of wine and touched it with Lao Niu.

"Happy New Year!"

"Moo~"

Li Ping'an exhaled a cold breath, "Grandma's, I don't know when we will be able to get to the Demon Suppression Pass."

When you get to Yumen Pass, you must eat him well. ”

Lao Niu nodded in agreement.

Li Ping'an smiled and said silently in his heart.

"New Year, wish Najib Najib.

Everything is happy, and the year is peaceful. ”