I don't know when for a long time.

The weather was gray, and a child fell asleep under a tree with his head twisted, and no one took him away on this cold day.

One of the people who came here was an old farmer in coarse linen clothes, and there were three babies at home, and he was afraid of an extra pair of chopsticks and walked away.

"No one knows anyway. ”

Waiting, the second person, the lame janitor, was holding a suit of clothes in his hand, which he had picked up in the old cloth hall in the south of the city, and was reluctant to wear it. When he saw the boy on the ground, he went to help him up, and gave him a small leather pot of water at his waist at every turn.

I drank a sip of water for most of the day before swallowing it. Finally, he opened his eyes and drank vigorously in his arms and jug.

The lame janitor couldn't bear to let the boy go when he saw him, so when he fell asleep again, he secretly carried it back.

Limped, the child on his back hung down like a dead pig.

After a long time, the fire was lit up, and the old woman cooked some porridge for the boy and put it on the table, and there was the chirping of birds in the door.

The lame old man also likes to tease the birds, enjoy the flowers and other entertainment, and that's it, he is also happy like a drunken man.

"Old woman, I can see that this baby is quite able to sleep. ”

He said sleeping, but in the bed, panting comfortably, for nothing else.

The boiled porridge was also secretly put by the old woman with treasured sugar.

It became sugar porridge.

He took one bite at a time in the child's mouth.

The child would only drink one sip at a time, but his eyelids were always shy and he couldn't open his eyes.

The old woman didn't force it, so she finished feeding a bowl of porridge, and under the oil lamp, she felt that the little boy had a piece of green skin on his face, and it fell generously on the right side of his face.

"It's pathetic. ”

She called the lame old man sympathetically and said a few words to him: "Can you send him on the way to the visitor, and wait for the person who is here to stay at my house." ”

"Are you distressed?" asked the lame old man.

"It hurts. ”

The lame old man didn't know why, thinking that someone would come to spend the night, he couldn't bear to send the little boy away, and he couldn't see him pitiful.

"Where the flowers fall, there is naturally a place for him to feel distressed. ”

"If you don't see him, he probably won't really be called. ”

"Perhaps, give him a chance to pursue you, maybe he is you. ”

The lame old man understood.

He limped to the bench, thinking quietly, but was attracted by the child's gasp, and came to the bed, and sat on the edge of the bed.

Waiting for the child to hum and remove the quilt, the heat in the quilt was dispersed.

He was really moved.

He also said, "Poor boy indeed. ”

The sudden wind blew a young man who was still on the road, dressed in a thin linen coat, and his straw sandals had a pair of blisters under his feet.

He exhaled hot breath and kept saying in his mouth: "One layer turns into a mountain, one layer turns into water, one layer is closed, and one layer is opened." Far and near, high and low, each is unified. ”

He then exhaled hot air.

When the wind in front of him blew his legs and feet, there was a small house in the little lump in the distance, and there was a slight smoke from here.

"There is a house in the distance. ”

The young man walked slowly, staggering to a halt in front of the door, blown by the wind.

There were many dry stems of flowers tossed by the wind, and under the tree there was an undried garment, which swayed hard in the wind.

He gently pulled the wooden door, and the old woman with a smile on the door had wrinkles all over her eyes.

"Come in. ”

The young man looked shocked and walked in.

The lame old man was holding a large bowl of hot tea and grinning at the young man.

The old woman brought a bowl of hot water to the young man, put it in his hand, touched the back of his hand, and said distressedly: "These years have been a bit hard. ”

The young man wanted to come to this house to escape the cold, but his heart was warm and he didn't know what to say.

It's true.

But he was cut off, and then said, "The old woman is quite like my mother, and he is so considerate to me. It's a pity, it's a pity. ”

He shed tears, drank the hot water in one gulp, and sighed comfortably: "The tea is exhausted, and I have the fate to repay your kindness." ”

Seeing this, the old woman took his palm and said to the young man, "Why are you leaving? It's cold outside, and it's not too late to go tomorrow." ”

The young man's eyes were resolute, and he might as well say: "I have three bloody lives, and I'm afraid I won't live long." There were pursuers in the rear, so as not to drag down the old man. ”

He took a step back and bowed.

This time, the lame old man who drank tea snorted, "I don't believe that they can still come under this wind and snow?"

The young man's eyes were dim, and it happened that the wind chill outside was getting stronger and stronger, and the doors and windows were swaying, and the heavy snow was falling all over the sky from afar.

The snow blown by the wind fell to the ground, whirring. The whole snowy night exudes tranquility.

He hesitated again and again, and then clasped his hands and bowed to the lame old man.

The young man was asked, "Who did you kill?"

The young man sighed: "I am a fortune teller, because my eyes are fast and my hands are fast, and I can eat well in the rivers and lakes." Every time the store opened, five or six swordsmen came, and I asked him to count a hexagram.

A hexagram is a penny.

I counted the trigrams.

The hexagrams are all fateful hexagrams, and then the three of them died on the way, all of which caused them to hate me, and I had no intention of returning the money, but I wanted my life to worship the three of them.

I fled in the darkness of the night. I counted that the snow was coming, but I didn't expect the snow to come so quickly. ”

"Oh. The lame old man nodded.

"What do you mean, you have the ability to tell a hexagram? Can you give me a hexagram?" The young man hesitated for a long time, and said embarrassedly, "Don't dare." ”

"Why don't you dare? Walking in the rivers and lakes, a lame old man can make you calculate the killing machine?"

The young man finally agreed, sat down on the ground and set up a diagram of the fortune teller, and then spat out his mouth and threw out a few copper coins, which settled, but one of them stood still.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

Put away the copper coin again and throw it down.

As a result, two copper coins were erected.

He scratched his hair with an incredulous expression.

Throwing it out again, the number of copper coins standing accounted for more than half, and he thought for a long time and shook his head: "I can't count the lives of the ancestors." ”

"Oh? The lame old man asked.

"First life is chaotic, but there is a sense of uniformity, and I can't see the good luck and bad luck in the past.

Yes or no.

Yes, Destiny. None, Destiny.

I don't see it. ”

The lame old man nodded in response to what he said.

"If you saw a man in a robe in the distance, in the snow, what would you most like to tell me?"

The young man replied, "The fate of the wind and snow." ”

"If you have morality in your heart, run around the rivers and lakes, sacrifice your life for righteousness, and immortal in a catastrophe, what is it called?"

The young man hesitated and replied, "The fate of the wind and snow." ”

"If the heavens are blessed, the chickens and dogs are enlightened, and the people who achieve the lights of ten thousand homes, what is it called?"

The young man did not answer.

Then he lifted it up and struggled to say, "Wind and Snow Destiny." ”

The lame old man laughed with the old woman.

"You already have the answer in your mind, you just don't want to say it. ”

"So what am I going to do?" he asked.

"You ask me, who am I going to ask? Tomorrow you will leave and take this child with you! He does not belong here. ”

All night, the young man did not close her eyes and slept, and her heart was filled with those three questions.

In the middle of the night, the swords outside were crisscrossed, and the swordsman who came after him came. It's just that on this snowy night, there is an additional figure of a veiled woman, and she went on the road with doubts: "We may meet again." ”

The child was held by him and disappeared in the snow.

"Is this morality? or is it the fate of the wind and snow?"