Xu Changan gently blew out the oil lamp, and in the days of moving to the west of the city for a year, the young man learned to be frugal.

Liu Chunsheng smiled with some relief when he saw the young man's movements, and did not insist on lighting the oil lamp again.

The young man pulled Liu Chunsheng outside the house, and said to him by the bright moonlight: "Brother Liu, that gentleman is not from the city, he said that he is from the capital. It's the strange man in the south of the city. ”

Liu Chunsheng frowned slightly, and asked puzzledly: "I didn't find it when I went to the south of the city, how did you know?"

"He is in Old Man Liu's shop, and my fishing nets are repaired by him, and I still wonder how Old Man Liu can repair them so perfectly with Old Man Liu's craftsmanship. ”

Liu Chunsheng thought thoughtfully, then nodded and said: "Mr. from the capital? ”

Xu Changan shook his head, "Actually, no, I heard my father say that those people in the capital will ask a calligrapher to help them write a few words when they encounter something memorable......

The boy whispered, "I want to ...... today." It shouldn't be memorable, but I will always remember it, so I would like to ask Brother Liu to help me inscribe a few words on this sword. ”

Liu Chunsheng smiled gently, looked carefully at the black sword without sheath and blade, turned to look at the young man and asked, "Naturally, it's no problem, I don't know what words you want to inscribe?"

Xu Changan covered his head and thought about it for a long time, feeling a headache, and feeling more and more unreliable. Why didn't you even think about what words to inscribe and come to someone for help?

Liu Chunsheng didn't urge, just looked at him gently.

The boy racked his brains but could not think of what words to write, in fact he did not have to think about it at all, because there was one word that completely occupied his mind and filled his heart, as if the thought of that word swept away all the anguish in his heart, and ran back into the room, looking carefully at the east wall.

The room was already dark, and the words on the earthen wall were even more unreadable, but Xu Changan knew that the words he wanted to read were on this wall, and they were hanging there.

Liu Chunsheng followed him into the room, wanting to re-light the oil lamp so that the boy could see it more realistically, but was interrupted by the boy.

I moved the old wooden table to the courtyard, looked at it in the moonlight, and found that it was still bright, so that I could not reach out and lose my fingers.

After doing all this, the young man nodded with some satisfaction, picked up the black sword from the table again, turned to look at Liu Chunsheng and said, "Brother Liu, I like the word 'sheng' you wrote, can you help me write one?"

Liu Chunsheng nodded, without any reluctance or embarrassment.

Although his words are good, in this kind of environment where most people in the small city don't know half of the big characters, it's just that some people will only buy a pair and hang it on the wall casually after cutting the price for half a day in order to show that they are not the kind of ordinary old man.

Just a little hesitant to ask, "Do you only write one word?"

Xu Chang Tsai thought about it for a while, and found that he really couldn't think of what else to write, he only had that one word in his mind, where could he think of anything else? ”

If other people heard this, I am afraid that they would be angry and scolded: That one character was also written by Lao Tzu! Especially this kid who Zhang San was determined to be trained didn't even know whether his father was surnamed 'Xu' or 'Li'? But Liu Chunsheng just smiled mildly and nodded.

Looking up at the depressed willow tree at the entrance of the alley outside the courtyard, and looking back at the black sword in the young man's hand that had no blade but seemed to be unable to hide the edge, he remembered that he didn't remember where he seemed to have seen the words 'sharpen a sword in ten years'?

Lifting the pen and waving ink in the moonlight, the appearance of the ink is not chic, but the writing is very smooth, and it seems to be a matter of course.

inscribed three words for Xu Changan's black sword.

They are:

'Accumulating'

'Raw'

'Fight'

Liu Chunsheng accepted the bald pen, looked at the three small words on the table in the moonlight, and then looked at Xu Changan, who was carefully looking at the three words, nodded with some satisfaction, and a pair of willow leaves could not hide the gentleness in his eyes.

Xu Changan was already impatient, lying on the table and bowing his head, he first looked carefully at the word 'sheng' in the middle, and found that it was completely different from the feeling hanging in Liu Chunsheng's house.

The one in the room feels very arrogant and endless, but this one is growing quietly like moisturizing things silently, and it looks like there is no trace.

But it wasn't until I saw the word 'fight' on the third sheet that I suddenly felt enlightened.

There is no trace of life, but what is fought for is magnificent, and I can't help but make this young boy's heart can't help but thump.

Xu Changan liked the last two words very much, as for the word 'accumulation' at the beginning of the first sheet, the young man couldn't see what it meant, and couldn't help but cast a puzzled look at Liu Chunsheng.

Liu Chunsheng opened his mouth to explain: "This word is taken from 'I have a purpose, and I also use it to protect against winter'. The willows outside the courtyard can survive the next cold winter, relying on this word 'storage'. If you don't fight with the autumn cold, you can stay until the spring comes to life. ”

The young man nodded thoughtfully, not knowing whether he understood or not.

......

The middle-aged man in the east of the city has unloaded two bamboo baskets, and lay on his side in front of the door of Xufu with a flat pole in his arms.

Put away the three words that Liu Chunsheng inscribed for himself, before leaving, Liu Chunsheng told the young man to be careful on the road, and insisted on stuffing himself with a coarse cloth bag, saying that it was his birthday, and he had nothing to give as a big brother, so he took this cloth bag to himself, and the young man was not good to postpone and had to accept it honestly.

After Xu Chang'an left, Liu Chunsheng took off his blue-green boots, moved the wooden table in the courtyard back into the house, stood barefoot on the cold ground, carefully put the oil lamp back on the table, looked at the east wall in the room where he couldn't see his fingers, and slowly and heavily turned around to look carefully at the words on the west wall.

The proud head slowly drooped in the night, stretched out trembling hands and picked up the bald pen on the table heavily, but he was reluctant to wave it and finish writing.

Xu Changan returned to the alley in the moonlight, couldn't see whether the clothes pole was still there or not, and thought that it should be put away, so he strode forward.

When the door opened, it was still the beautiful little lady, but it was dark at night that she couldn't see her face clearly, and the young man was not as nervous as he was just now.

"Is it Chang'an?"

Xu Changan hurriedly put the black sword behind him and returned: "Sister-in-law, hello." ”

"Didn't hit you, did you? You ran fast just now, and I didn't have time to apologize to you. Your big brother didn't come back today, I made some steamed cakes and I couldn't eat them alone, you take them, don't hold grudges. After the little lady finished speaking, she handed a bamboo basket in her hand that was stuffed with steamed cakes to Xu Changan.

Xu Changan hurriedly shook his head and refused, saying, "Don't get in the way, don't get in the way." ”

"Chang'an, obedient. ”

Xu Changan hugged the bamboo basket and said happily: "Thank you, sister-in-law." ”

The little lady smiled: "Go back quickly, it's dark, pay attention to your step." ”

"Hmm!"

After walking away, he put the bamboo basket on the ground, and carefully put the black sword, as well as the cloth bag and the three characters given by Liu Chunsheng in the bamboo basket, thinking that this basket of cakes was really heavy enough, and it was very difficult to hold it with one hand, so he hugged it with both hands.

The young man's steps were brisk, and he couldn't understand why such a good flower was inserted in Zhang Sanku's lowest-grade cow dung as he walked?

Not only Xu Changan can't figure it out, but many people can't figure it out. In fact, most people feel unfortunate for that little lady, and they are mostly envious of Zhang Sancoo for being so blessed, and there are not so many people in the city who have a sense of justice who are willing to complain for others.

Just as he was about to return to his yard, Yu Ming immediately ran out of the house when he heard the movement, pulled Xu Changan and said mysteriously: "There is a strange person in your house." ”

Xu Changan put down the bamboo basket and nodded, "How do you know?"

Yu Ming pointed to the lighted courtyard next door, widened his eyes and asked, "I shouldn't be stupid, right?"

Xu Chang pondered for a while, and then said in a deep voice: "It's hard to say. ”

Yu Ming was not polite, he reached out and took out a steamed cake from the bamboo basket, put it in his mouth and said while eating: "I went to your yard just now to see if the sister in red is still there, but I didn't expect that the beautiful sister in red has become a good-looking brother in black, and she has broken four fingers, what kind of trick is this......?" This cake is quite delicious, where can I buy it?"

Xu Changan couldn't help but be speechless, and asked directly, "What do you want to do?"

Yu Ming dragged a small bag of rice from the corner of the wall, as well as half a jar of pickled vegetables, threw it next to Xu Changan's bamboo basket, patted his little hand and said: "My mother, that is, your grandmother, is afraid that you won't be able to catch fish when it's cold, and no one will support me when I starve to death, so I asked me to send you something to eat." ”

"Fuck off. Xu Changan nudged Yu Ming and scolded with a smile.

Yu Ming grinned and ran back to the courtyard, slamming the courtyard door shut, not caring if it was rude.

Xu Changan felt a burst of comfort in his heart, looking at the stuffed bamboo basket, the black sword, three characters, a cloth bag, a small bag of rice, and half a jar of pickles, he felt that it was really good to be able to live like this forever.

Huh? Addicted to eating white food?

......

I thought that no one would accompany me on this birthday, but I didn't expect to receive so many gifts when it got dark.

couldn't help but glance at the food on the ground again, remembered what Liu Chunsheng said when he helped himself inscribe in the yard, and repeated with a self-talking smile: "I have a purpose, and I also use it to protect against winter." ”

"Hahaha! I have a purpose, and I also use winter! I have a purpose, and I also use winter!"

"The surname is Li!" Yu Ming shouted loudly next door.

......

The young man moved the bamboo basket to the yard first, and Yang Hejiu had already noticed the movement, but he did not interrupt the conversation between the two children.

I saw the boy dragging a bunch of things out of the stove room to help.

The night breeze was slightly cool, and the middle-aged man lying at the gate of Xufu woke up from his sleep, touched the thick and hard flat pole in his arms, and took out a snow-white steamed bun from a bamboo basket, pinched it gently, put it in his mouth and bit it hard, the smile on his face gradually became obscene, and it seemed to have a slight aftertaste. Standing up, looking at the position of the west of the city, his legs no longer trembled.

Re-shouldered the two bamboo baskets and walked towards the location of Xicheng, biting the steamed buns as he walked, and shouted indistinctly: "Cooking cakes, selling cooking cakes." ”

Listening to the scolding from behind him, he didn't care, just walked slowly and leisurely, not worrying about whether he was angry.

There is a large family surnamed Lu, seeing that this grandson is completely 'there is a kind of 'coming to kill me', the roots of his angry teeth are itching, the door of the house is wide open, and the vicious dog is released.

The man threw down the half of the steamed bun and ran away, for fear that if he slowed down a little longer, his fate would be the same as the snow-white steamed bun that was thrown out.

Let it be ravaged.