At the beginning of January, unitary time.

The sun is setting, and half the sky is red. According to the practice of our ancestors, this day should be a day for a large family to sit down and have a meal with Meimei. But in the twilight of Fulai Town, in a quiet place called Daoxiang Lane, there is a young man alone in the small courtyard, the young man looks extremely thin, at this time he is according to the custom in a copper basin not far from the table, burning a few yellow paper money, and there are words in his mouth.

The boy's surname is Zhou, called Qingfeng, is a native of the local, his parents died when Xiao Qingfeng was only eight years old, and since then only Xiao Qingfeng has grown up alone to the age of fourteen or fifteen.

If Daoxiang Lane is still Daoxiang Village, it would be fine, after all, the neighbors are all locals, and they can help Xiao Qingfeng, a poor child who has no father and no mother, if he is usually fine. But it's a pity that since Xiao Qingfeng was seven years old, after discovering a mineral vein in Daoxiang Village, a large number of people began to pour into this small Daoxiang Village, and forced Daoxiang Village into Daoxiang Lane. Even the imperial court set up a special supervision department here, renamed Fulai Town.

But the good times didn't last long, and the vein ore was like an empty shell, but only on the surface. It collapsed after just over a year of mining, and the former Supervision Department is now covered with cobwebs. Daoxiang Village, with its simple folk customs, has also become a deceitful Fulai Town.

Xiao Qingfeng's young life was not satisfactory, and he worked hard for life every day when he was young. In the summer, they play in the shade of the towering tree next to the only well in the alley, and when they build snowmen and have snowball fights in the courtyard in winter, Xiao Qingfeng is weaving straw sandals and weaving clothes, sending medicine under the scorching sun in summer, and fishing alone in the cold river and snow in winter. While other children are having fun, Little Qingfeng learns to endure hardships!

After burning the paper money, Xiao Qingfeng slowly walked to the table and sat down, there were simple four dishes and one soup on the table, the soup was naturally the fish soup cooked by the crucian carp that Xiao Qingfeng had fished in the creek early in the morning, and the four dishes were simple greens and cabbage; these were all his dinner today.

Although he was the only one sitting on the table, there were four pairs of dishes and chopsticks on the table.

All these years, every year!

At this time of year, Xiao Qingfeng will talk about everything that happened to him this year, no matter how big or small. It's like a child who goes home every day and talks to his parents about homely coquettishness, and is in harmony. In the first few years, the old chief of the village would come to accompany the poor child at this time of year.

But although the turtle is long-lived, there is still a time. People are still just people after all, and the old village chief also left when Xiao Qingfeng was ten years old. At this point, Xiao Qingfeng is really alone in this small Fulai Town!

The moon began to slowly creep up to the position of the sun, and the town began to light up.

After speaking, after eating, Zhou Qingfeng squatted in the courtyard alone, lifted the only boulder in the courtyard, and practiced a straight punch that had no rules at all. When I was tired, I sat on the steps in front of the door to rest for a while, and then continued to practice again and again. Of course, no one has ever told Xiao Qingfeng about these things, but they are just figured out by himself and used to exercise his body.

Therefore, although Xiao Qingfeng looks extremely weak, his strength should not be underestimated.

Soon the moon took over the entire sky, and the stars dotted the night, and the sky was full of fluorescent light, as beautiful as a picture! The little breeze sat down on the steps, looking up, and the stars were shining. It was like smiling at his father, mother, and the kind old man ---- the village chief.

He still remembers that when he was a child, he would often pester his father and clamoring to see the stars at night. At that time, my father would always smile helplessly, take a small bench, pick up Xiao Qingfeng, put it on his shoulder, and step out of the door. When I went to the well, the older generation who were already sitting here were already sitting here, and naturally there were children playing there.

Slowly put the little breeze down, the father sat on the small stool, and the little breeze was on the father's lap, and the two talked about which star was the brightest and where the star was the most, these were like bears, and those were like water bottles..... Talking about Xiao Qingfeng, the two eyelids always fight, and his father always looks at Xiao Qingfeng's sleeping little face with a gentle face, smiling from the bottom of his heart. He also muttered in his mouth, "Little Qingfeng, I hope that in the future, you can be like this starry sky, even if you can't be known by others, you can still illuminate the long night, and bring a glimmer of light to those who have a heart and a little bit of light."

Your father, he has no ability, he can only live in this small Daoxiang Alley, which can neither be an excellent example for you nor let you have a rich childhood. So, your father is a rough man with no ability, you shouldn't be like your father in the future........."

At that time, Xiao Qingfeng was really happy.......

Later, his parents died in the narrow coal mine cave, and the closest person to Xiao Qingfeng was the old village chief!

The old village chief is not a native of the village, I heard that he came from another place, so the old village chief has no descendants in the village, so he takes more care of this child who lost his father and mother at a young age. So even the harsh old village chief, after seeing Xiao Qingfeng and living with Xiao Qingfeng for a while. This stern and demanding old village chief fell in love with this little breeze that is usually hard-working, kind and simple, just like a breeze in spring. In my spare time, I will also talk to Xiao Qingfeng about the scenery that I can't see in this small town.

The old village chief said that there was an invincible sword cultivator who could open the sky with a sword, and he had killed three thousand immortals with a sword outside the gate of heaven.

A brave martial artist who refines his body to the extreme, he can kill endless demons with a single fist in the mountains.

The Buddha shines on all sentient beings, and the indifferent Buddha gives birth to lotus step by step, just to overcome the suffering of the world.

The yellow-robed Taoist cultivator who only studies the Taoism, communicates the law of heaven and earth, and is invincible in the world.

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"Little Qingfeng, if you have the opportunity in the future, go out for a walk, to see the grace of the sword cultivation, the courage of the martial arts, the indifference of the Buddha, the ten thousand laws of the Taoist, and the songs and sighs of the rivers and lakes, the thousands of postures of the human heart, to meet those who can make your heart ripple, go to the rivers and lakes to walk on the river, to taste the good and unsatisfactory in this world, to taste the flavors of this world, to appreciate the purple and red

After all, this world, this river and lake are still worth walking on!"

But Xiao Qingfeng never really took the words of the old village chief to heart, because Xiao Qingfeng did not intend to leave this place that carried his memories and beauty, so Xiao Qingfeng had always been just a quiet listener, sitting quietly, listening to the old village chief talking about the stories that would sound unbelievable but boiling.

Of course, it may also be because every time these words are spoken when the old village chief is shaking. But even if it was like this, Xiao Qingfeng would never ask more, even when the old village chief was swaying, he just silently helped the old village chief who was still in high spirits into the house to rest, and then exercised his body as usual, silently!

Such a small breeze, such a breeze is a small breeze.......