At the beginning of the new day, little by little slowly climbed into the air of dyed ink, it was still early, and there was still a residual fog in the forest, like a thin veil, full of fingertips. The morning sun is shy and hazy, and the golden red light seems to hold up the turbulent waves of the moon, wave after wave, which is very moving. They swirled in waves, their eyes were full of strength to tear off the gray ink around them, and the sun really came up little by little!

On a small road, a man and a woman leaned on each other, and it was very laborious to walk.

The woman raised her head and looked ahead, there was another fork in the road, since last night she broke into the square stone formation in the valley, this was the twelfth fork, her breathing became more and more rapid, and her sweaty little face looked more and more red and translucent because of the struggle.

On the other hand, the man's chest seldom rose and fell, and although he was stumbling and stumbling with encouragement, it was still feasible, but his godless eyes opened and closed from time to time, and he paused for too long!

Su Luhuan knew that he was almost prostrate at this moment, and he couldn't go on like this. She looked around, found a high place, and gently kicked a small stone with her foot in the direction behind her right side, and the stone rolled with the trend, and the position was just right! Then her left hand reached into the shirt around her waist and took out a silk handkerchief, bent her waist slightly, and carefully rubbed the small stone back and forth, left and right, and then put the handkerchief back. She took a breath, supported Yan Mubai with both hands and took a few steps back, used all her strength to slowly put him down, and after he sat down, she moved his head slightly so that he leaned against the trunk behind him.

After a series of movements, she straightened up, crossed her waist and gasped for a few breaths, opened Yan Mubai's left hand a little, gently stuffed the hilt of the Fire Breaking Sword, and then got up and hugged the thin autumn mist and walked forward.

At this moment, the sun showed half of its delicate face, and the light became more and more transparent. After only four or five miles, after sparing three forks, the smoke finally cleared, and a secluded village appeared in front of me. Su Luxuan's eyes seemed to burst out of heat, a fiery smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and the warmth of his chest gradually spread all over his body, as if he wanted to burn himself. She followed the way back, counting the marks she had carved on the clumsy tree at the fork, and wanted to turn back to Yan Mubai immediately. Finally saw the white, the smile on her lips deepened, gritted her teeth, tiptoed, and jumped more than a dozen feet.

A small village that is inaccessible to people, with a population of less than 100 households, few men, and many orphaned women and children. The two of them entered the village all the way, and the surroundings were different and hurried, as if they had returned to the wild forest after many years of taming, and they did not know everything, and their expressions were gloomy. Before they reached the end, three rickety cabins, sitting north and facing south, came into view. Xu is a little long ago, the edge has been repaired many times, the color is different, the small courtyard surrounded by the fence, quiet and elegant, all the way in, look around, clean and bright.

Although it is the end of autumn at this moment, there are a lot of autumn chrysanthemums in the courtyard, urging Ran to stand in the altar. The morning sun of autumn is not scorching, but it can be called bright, and a red pomegranate tree dripping blood in the courtyard is low and smiling, full and cracked. There are also two half-human-high dead wood stumps, which are tied upside down with bags of coarse-grained rice, yellow, orange, and golden, which are very beautiful.

"Grandma, Ah Weng, our brother and sister were originally the dart master who entered Beijing to escort the dart, but unexpectedly met the rogue thief on the way, robbed us of our property, and injured my senior brother, I don't know if the two of you can make it convenient for us to go in and take a rest, a little heart, not respect. Su Luhuan held Yan Mubai, who was almost unconscious, with his left hand, and his right hand reached into the shirt around his waist and took out a bright and sparkling silver ingot.

"My brother and sister have suffered a great disaster, and I hope that the two elders have mercy on me at this moment, so we can rest here for a few days. Su Luhuan spoke softly, Qianqian was weak, at this moment, because of worry, his eyes were full of water and tenderness, even if he was a hard-hearted Jianghu person, he was afraid that he would turn into a soft finger, let alone a rural woman who lived outside the world.

But seeing the grandmother's expression, she was already full of joy at this moment, stretched out her arms and hurriedly welcomed the two into the house, while reaching out to take the silver in her arms, she turned her waist to the right, and said to Na Aweng: "Old man, our village is sparsely populated, and few people come, so we can be regarded as lively for two days." Girl, young man, please. ”

Na Aweng also leaned down and put down the half-repaired bamboo basket in his hand, kicked the rattan on the ground near the door, and muttered, "Please, please." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and helped Su Luhuan to help the tall Yan Mubai to a straw mat bed in the inner room to rest.

Su Luhuan pulled Yan Mubai's fine hair to the sides, turned to the hall, and said to the second elder Rourou: "Excuse me, can you allow the two of us to drink saliva and freshen up." ”

The grandmother was slightly fat, but she walked very vigorously, and while waving her arms, she twisted her body and said loudly: "Water, yes, yes, wait for me to get it." ”

In a moment, two water utensils were brought from the courtyard, a ladle of water in his left hand and a small wooden basin with a white cloth cloth dripping in his right hand.

She put the thing down, laughed embarrassedly twice, and said, "It's very old, don't dislike it." Su Lu smiled and didn't say anything, bent down slightly, returned the salute, and turned back to the inner room.

After a while, she lifted the curtain, took a breath, handed the things back to Grandma, and finally had time to take a closer look at the environment at the moment. In the thatched hall of the house, there was a small square table, a little mottled and shabby, on which was placed a dustpan basket made of thin bamboo, a semicircular opening, some needles and threads in it, a pair of scissors, and a gray robe with cuffs turned out was half lying on the edge of the basket, the sleeves were in the basket, and the rest were exposed on the table, and the corner of the clothes hung down along the table legs, which was said to be gray, but it was like earth color, and it was very old. In the small dustpan, there were a few pieces of coarse paper as red as blood, and there was a single one pressed under the dustpan, which seemed to have been cut.

Seeing that Su Luhuan tilted his head and looked at it with a pair of soft eyes, the grandmother immediately rubbed her watery hands on both sides of her shirt, and laughed twice again: "Carving insect skills, you are laughing at the girl." After speaking, he gently removed the dustpan and opened the paper-cut that was pressed underneath, and it was actually a piece of paper Chang'e running to the moon. Su Luhuan's eyes lit up slightly, the cutting skills were lifelike, the lines were clear and powerful, as if carved out with a knife and axe a little bit, the moon was red like blood, but it was not like the common full moon, even the moon's obsession and softness were cut out a few points, the Chang'e head was hung in a noble and elegant peony hanging in a single bun, the red hair hung on both sides, the left shoulder was slightly lower, the right arm was slightly sideways from the top of the head to the left, the clothes were elegant, holding a rabbit lantern, and the jade pole was lying horizontally.

Su Luhuan couldn't help but look slightly stunned, staring at the paper cut with a pair of smart eyes, and he was fascinated.

Grandma loosened the sleeves that her arms had rolled up, put them down, stretched out the small willow stool, pointed and said embarrassedly: "The girl looks interested in these gadgets of the old woman, either sit down and the old woman will teach you." ”

When Su Luhuan heard this, his eyes were as black as ink beads, and he smiled thickly in an instant. She answered sweetly, found a lower stool, and sat slowly on the square table.

The grandmother's fingers are very short, some rough and thick, but the hands holding the scissors are like a dragon and a phoenix, shuttling smartly, folding and turning, and a little rabbit with long ears jumps to the fingertips.

"Huh!" Su Luhuan stretched out his hand to take it, and couldn't help but let out a soft sound of admiration in his mouth.

When Grandma saw that someone liked her craft, her smile bloomed like a flower, and her eyes were small and narrowed into a slit.

"The key to this paper-cutting is to be fast and accurate. If you want what you want, you can cut it into whatever kind of object. While speaking softly, he took out a piece of clean red paper, and cut it around his hand, as if there was an invisible force pulling it, and in the blink of an eye, it was a ruddy apple.

"Here, girl, try it. ”

Su Luhuan took the long scissors with tails, picked up a piece of red paper, and gestured a few times but didn't know where to start.

"What does the girl want to cut?"

"Ganoderma lucidum. Su Luhuan replied innocently.

The woman looked at her seriously, and thought that Ganoderma lucidum was a rare elixir, how could it be obtained with a pair of scissors and red paper, and her heart couldn't help but bloom, and she felt that this girl was really honest and cute.

"You can start from here, follow the Lingzhi in your heart, leave the bottom of each knife, don't cut the head, and become a pair. While explaining carefully, he put his hand on Su Luhuan's wrist and gently moved the position of the scissors.

Su Luhuan was encouraged, his fingers were lightly raised, and the scissors followed the lines of the red paper, walked in circles, covered them again, and made up a few more scissors, feeling that it should be a vivid Ganoderma lucidum, but when it was opened, it looked like a crumpled fried egg. His face turned red, and he stuck out his tongue and said, "Grandma, it seems that I'm too stupid to learn." ”

The grandmother seemed to have expected this, and a cute smile appeared on her round and chubby face, which extended to her eyebrows and temples. Pushing the basket towards her, she said in a loud voice: "Girl, my old lady has cut this window paper for a lifetime, so this is the last idea today, you have just learned, as long as you practice more, you will be able to cut it like me." After speaking, he got up and walked to the door and called out to Ah Weng in the courtyard: "Old man, is your meal almost ready?"

"Grandma, how many years have you been married to Grandpa?" Su Luhuan saw that the two of them got along, casual and comfortable, no more respectful than other couples in the world, and not enough to be in the past.

"I don't remember, we've all been over 50 years. ”

Su Luhuan was a little surprised, and said in his heart: "These two people are half a hundred married, even if Grandma and Lu get married, they are nearly seventy years old, but look at this appearance, but in their early fifties, the pace of the voice is like a year of confusion, strong and tough, this valley is sparsely populated, the road is difficult to pass, it is difficult to become a fairy for a long time, this is the ability to stay in the face." ”

Inside the house, a cough came from the wall, Su Luhuan put down the red paper in his hand, got up and picked up the curtain and entered.