After the autumn, the sky is not beautiful, and it rains for several days from time to time, and the land of Kyushu is also a little cool.

One day, just after breakfast, Ya'er took out the banknotes and found Ling Jiang, saying that she wanted to read and write, which made Ling Jiang quite impressed. In Pinghai Town, even the daughters of large families may not have the opportunity to study, unless there is a father like Su Xiaoxiao who is a teacher.

After careful inquiry, I learned that it was Ya'er who was fascinated by the strange things told by the storyteller when she was serving tea and water to people in a teahouse, but every day the storyteller only told one story, and he couldn't stop it, so he had no choice but to think about it.

It is said that above the East China Sea, there is a fairy mountain that towers into the top of the clouds, and on that mountain, there are many immortals. On the top of the mountain is the sea of clouds, through the sea of clouds to walk forward for hundreds of miles, you can see a fairyland, called the Yao Pond in the world. The storyteller also said that south of the Great Zhou, there is a barren ......

Listening to these anecdotes, the hazy fantasy in the little girl's mind bloomed in an instant, and she couldn't wait to leave Pinghai Town immediately to take a look around. In this regard, Ling Jiang was quite happy, after all, he had been reading for a few years, and it finally came in handy. Even if you have forgotten about it, it is more than enough to teach people to read.

After the autumn harvest is the rare leisure days of the villagers, coupled with the continuous rain, if there is some spare money in the pocket, climb the second floor, warm a pot of wine, look at the vast autumn rain to pull up a layer of thick fog and half cover the mountainside, just like the so-called still hugging the pipa in the book and half covering the face;

After a few autumn rains, autumn also came to an end, until the wind from the North Sea blew on Pinghai Town, the weather became colder, and the pedestrians on the street gradually decreased a lot. Even the butcher who sold the meat closed his stall early, set up a stove in his home, and took a nap.

After the winter solstice, it was the twenty-third day of the lunar month in a blink of an eye.

Ya'er got up early in the morning, and the two of them took brooms and peach branches to clean Chen inside and outside the thatched house, and cleaned the white cobwebs on the beams of the house. It's been a busy day, and after cleaning the house, I have to be busy with the sacrificial stove. Ya'er reconciled, made a few pieces of sugar cakes, and at dusk, the two came to the stove king, moved out a stool, put sugar cakes, white wine and other sacrifices on it, lit incense, burned the paper horse paper clothes cut in advance, and sent the stove prince back to heaven.

At this time, it is close to the end of the year, and under the dusk, the roofs of every house are filled with a little green smoke, and the town under the slanting sun welcomes the last batch of geese flying south, and it is said that they will fly to a heavenly pond in the south of the East China Sea to survive this cold winter.

Listen to the noise of half an acre of frogs, and know the warmth and coldness of the world.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, it was very cold, according to Rhubarb, Ruixue Zhaofeng Year. Although there is no snow in Pinghai Town, the colder it is, the better the harvest in the coming year. Early in the morning, Rhubarb also went to the coast with the fishermen in the town here, and prayed to the Dragon King to bless the town with good weather and stable livelihood in the coming year.

Ling Jiang stood on the threshold and stared at the sky for a long time, until the cold wind blew goosebumps all over his body, then he shivered and turned back to the house.

There were a few pieces of red paper on the table, Ling Jiang picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and began to write Spring Festival couplets.

This Spring Festival couplets were thought about a long time ago, but there is a scholar at home this year, who doesn't want to take advantage of the New Year, with a good hand to write a pair of Spring Festival couplets to show off?

wrote the Spring Festival couplets, Ling Jiang wiped them with the already burned paste, walked outside the door and climbed the ladder, and pasted the red Spring Festival couplets. He then stood in front of the door, and looked at the couplet, and felt that something was missing.

"Horizontal batch!"

Ling Jiang clenched his fists and patted his palms, walked back to the house with a smile on his face, cut a piece of red paper, and wrote with a pen: Spring is full of people.

"Childe, the zongzi are cooked, you eat them first, and I'll send them to Brother Rhubarb. Ling Jiang had just finished writing the Spring Festival couplets, and saw Ya'er walk in with a bowl of zongzi.

Ling Jiang looked at a bowl of hot zongzi, cut into pieces, and the fat and thin pieces of meat were wrapped in mung beans and glutinous rice, which made people appetize a lot when they looked at it.

After a while, Ya'er returned to the house and ate the meat dumplings that had just come out of the pot with Ling Jiang, and couldn't help but smile and said: "The meat filling in this year's zongzi is three times that of last year, so you don't have to eat zongzi carefully." ”

"Okay!" Seeing Ya'er's happy face, Ling Jiang was also very happy in his heart.

After the two finished eating the zongzi, they heard a rooster crow outside the house. Rhubarb killed a five-pound chicken, enough for the three of them to have a hearty Chinese New Year's Eve meal. In previous years, Ling Jiang was very casual because he was immersed in studying, but this year the two proposed to get together for a meal.

Ling Jiang originally wanted to invite Da Bai to come over for dinner, but Da Bai refused, saying that there were more things at hand in the past few days of the Chinese New Year, so he wouldn't bother. In this regard, Ling Jiang is not easy to force, after all, this will be very busy.

On the first day of the new year, the town will hold a festival, and the feng shui gentlemen of the whole town will be present, in previous years, the ninth uncle came to the abbot, and this year it is the turn of Dabai, so he naturally has to prepare in advance.

Ya'er then helped Rhubarb pluck the feathers of the chickens, and the things at home were almost the same, Ling Jiang had nothing to do, and he hadn't seen Mr. Su for a long time, so he simply went to visit for a while.

Walking on the country road, the cold wind hit his face, piercing his face a little painfully.

Under the gloomy and thick clouds, only the yellow weeds are left in the fields, and the green hills in the distance seem to have entered hibernation, and only the sound of the wind can be heard in the ears. Ling Jiang couldn't help but think of someone, and he didn't know how she was doing now, maybe she was also somewhere in this world, spending the New Year with some people, right?

In the blink of an eye, the cliff snow has picked up the flowers of the years again, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers depend on each other, and another year has passed in the world.

The town is very festive, every household has put up the Spring Festival, the big families are still hanging red lanterns, before night, there are already children gathered in front of the house to light firecrackers, the cold street is wafting the smell of Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

Ling Jiang came to the front of the Su family's courtyard, but was stunned when he was about to knock on the door.

The courtyard of the Su family was very quiet, as if the slightest wind and grass could be heard. The Spring Festival couplets in front of the door are already blurry, and there are still many holes, which were obviously posted last year.

Ling Jiang hesitated for a moment, then knocked lightly on the door. He waited outside the door for a while, but he didn't open the door for a long time, and he didn't even hear the footsteps of the family, which made Ling Jiang very puzzled.

Ling Jiang said to himself: "Isn't Mr. Su in the town for the New Year?"

He then knocked on the door again and waited for a while, but there was still no movement, he thought about it, and walked in the direction of the school. Although he knew that there could be no one in this school, he still had a trace of concern in his heart.

Ling Jiang walked into the alley and squinted to find that the door of the school was actually open.

He hurried in, and saw a man dressed in thin and easy clothes, with the appearance of an elegant scholar, holding a book in his back hand, standing on the stone bridge, looking up at the sky in the north. His expression seemed to be a little heavy, and in this school that was as quiet as stagnant water, he couldn't help but feel a sense of desolation.

Ling Jiang knocked lightly on the door, walked in and asked, "Mr. Su, why are you here?"

The Confucian man in Tsing Yi turned around slowly, looking at the young man who was walking towards him, and there was a gentle look on his face, "I don't have any place to go, so I came to the school here to walk around alone, and it is clean to come." ”

"I just went to your house, why doesn't there seem to be anyone? Ling Jiang wondered.

"Two months ago, I dismissed the maids in the yard and gave them some coils to go home for the New Year. Su Qiuhe said calmly.

When Ling Jiang heard this, he couldn't help but wonder, "Why is this? If Su Xiaoxiao comes back in the future, how can there be people living in the house?"

Su Qiuhe smiled slightly, "Xiaoxiao, she won't be back in the next few years, she will live well in Kyoto, at least much better than here in Pinghai Town." I'm also getting older, and it's time to find a place for her. ”

Ling Jiang frowned, and heard the meaning of Su Qiuhe's words, no wonder Mr. Su dared to rest assured that Su Xiaoxiao would go so far alone.

"What about you, what are your plans for the coming year?" asked Su Qiuhe.

"I ...... I don't know yet. Ling Jiang shook his head.

Su Qiuhe was silent for a while, and then asked, "What do you think of Pinghai Town?"

"Pinghai Town...... That's good. Ling Jiang nodded.

Su Qiuhe shook his head: "But some people think it's not good here." ”

Ling Jiang subconsciously replied, "That's what they thought." ”

When Su Qiuhe heard this, he actually laughed, not a smile, not a sneer, he smiled a little helplessly, a little sad.

After a long while, he said slowly: "Back then, when I met your father in Chang'an, he also answered me like this. ”

"My father?" Ling Jiang exclaimed.

In the past few months, he has traveled to almost every place in the town, asking people one by one, and when he asked about his father, they only said two or three sentences, as if he only knew such a person in his impression, but he couldn't remember who he was.

If Ling Jiang hadn't said it, I'm afraid they wouldn't have been able to forget about Ling Hailong.

"Your father is a very good man. Su Qiuhe smiled, "Back then, just one or two coughs could make those who were as timid as rats sit on the ground in fright." ”

When Ling Jiang heard this, he was very surprised, it turned out that his father was so powerful.

He was about to ask about his father's whereabouts, but he heard Su Qiuhe let out a long sigh, and he didn't know if it had aroused his thoughts.

"Mr. Su......"

"It's not early, you can go back to Chinese New Year's Eve dinner." Su Qiuhe interrupted Ling Jiang's words.

He shook his head, turned and walked down the stone bridge and stepped out of the academy door.

The school hall was silent, the empty desk seemed to have residual warmth, and the lotus leaves by the pool were still glowing green, as if they were not bound by the severe cold.

Ling Jiang chased him out quickly, looking left and right in the alley, but he could never find Su Qiuhe's figure. He stood in the empty alley for an unknown amount of time, and when he came back to his senses, it was already a little dark. I don't know whose family is eating hot pot, and the strong and spicy smell makes Ling Jiang sneeze.

That night, there was a burst of laughter in the humble thatched hut, a hot pot was on the table, white and tender chicken was tumbling in the pot with the bubbles, and Rhubarb brought out a treasured wine. Under his soft grinding and hard bubbles, Ya'er allowed Ling Jiang to drink half a cup.

For a while, the house was filled with the smell of the New Year, and the world was filled with fireworks.

In the middle of the night, the mountains and rivers of Kyushu are silent, and every house is brightly lit, as if the brightest lights and shadows are lit in this night.

When the first firecrackers resounded in the sky, the Great Zhou Dynasty ushered in a new year, and the earth on earth was once again full of new ideas.

In front of the thatched house, Ling Jiang held a stick of incense and followed the rhubarb courtyard to light the two-zhang long firecracker.

The cold wind is howling, the red paper is flying, and spring is full of people.

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2020.01.01 Another year in the blink of an eye