It is an endless snowfield, the frost is like an arrow flying all over the sky, the straight silver pine rises to the sky, like a giant sword conceived by the heaven and the earth pointing straight to the sky, the majesty of the vast land of the sky can not erase the coldness of this snowfield, it has a poetic name, Beiyan.

Beiyan is a poor place in the desert of Beida Liao Street, known as the meteorological three points of frost and seven points of snow, there is a town that is unique in the world but is not well-known with snow scenes, and it is called the city of wounds.

In the evening.

An old man with white hair and a wine gourd around his waist staggered as if he was drunk on the street of the city, and the pedestrians on the street saw this drunken old man and walked out of the way.

The old man turned a deaf ear, raised the wine gourd and drank it bitterly, and did not forget to hum a few minor tunes while enjoying himself: "The breeze knows the cold and warm, the south comes and goes, and the lake is wrinkled." The old goose knew the way back, moved from west to east, and experienced the vicissitudes of the sea. Regardless of its white eyes, the world must be happy... ”

It was dark and night, and the streets of the wounded city were deserted, but the old man still did not get down, and kept walking towards the north of the wounded city.

All the way to the north, you can see people dressed in different costumes along the way, but these rivers and lakes with eyes above the top of the waves cast disgusted eyes at the old man without concealment, and left in a hurry after sneering, and the white-haired old man who was dissolute did not pay attention to it, thinking that I drink my wine, I hum my song, you go your way, look at a bird's egg.

The old man raised his hand and poured again.

Suddenly, the white-haired old man widened his eyes and approached the mouth of the wine gourd, shook the gourd again, and shook his head helplessly, it turned out that the wine in the gourd had been drunk completely, which was a first-class event for the old man who was not happy with alcohol.

After a period of loss, the old man raised his head suddenly, sniffed left and right, his eyes fell on a roadside stall, the white-haired old man licked his mouth ecstatically, and his face showed a smile like the rising sun.

After nightfall, the temperature of the city is a little lower, the snow on the eaves shines white under the moonlight, the whole town seems to be draped in a layer of white veil, the pines and cypresses on the street are covered with a layer of cold frost, the night dome quietly falls with fine snow, and the wisps of hot mist floating on the noodles slowly rise and slowly disperse, which really warms people's hearts.

"Boss, please send a kind reward for us a bowl of noodles, we haven't eaten for three days. ”

Next to the noodle stall stood three eleven or twelve-year-old boys, one short, one tall and one fat, their hair unkempt and ragged, sloppy and shabby, and their faces were as if they had been plastered with charcoal.

"Boss, please be kind. ”

Among the three teenagers, the shorter teenager lowered his head and begged again, the fat man behind him kept shaking, this group of teenagers was already thinly clothed and the cold in the night of the wounded city, it was inevitable that they would shiver with cold, while the thin teenager next to him was silent, just closed his eyes and his face was ugly, as if he was very unaccustomed to wagging his tail and begging for mercy like this.

The noodle stall owner didn't think about dealing with this group of little beggars begging for food and drink, but he probably felt that this group of little beggars were buzzing in his ears like flies, so he hurriedly put down his work and walked to them, spat and said: "Bah, you beggars who have no father and no mother's education, haven't you never eaten a full meal in your previous life?" Lao Tzu would rather pour the noodles and feed them to the dogs than give them to you. ”

"Boss, we were really hungry. ”

The diminutive boy begged.

The noodle stall owner was furious and scolded: "Eat and eat, wouldn't it be a waste of oil and salt to give alms to you beggars, I might as well feed my family prosperity, don't you go? Okay, Lao Tzu will teach you a lesson today for those who have mothers and no fathers." With that, he swung his right fist and landed on the group of teenagers.

At this moment, a wrinkled, thin hand like a bamboo pole reached out and easily grabbed the heavy punch.

The noodle stall owner was stunned for a moment, but when he came back to his senses, he saw a bad old man in front of him, and his heart was so simple as being angry, it was simply a raging fire in an instant, what kind of bad luck did he pour today, how did he meet a beggar and then meet an old beggar? But no matter how the noodle stall owner tossed, his right hand was tightly clawed by the white-haired old man and could not move.

The white-haired old man smiled, handed out the empty wine gourd with his other hand, and said, "Boss, come to four bowls of beef noodles and four wowotou, and then help me fill this wine gourd, I want your best Tusu wine." With that, the hand that grabbed the noodle stall owner's fist loosened, and he took out a rather heavy ingot of silver from his arms.

The noodle stall owner's eyes lit up after seeing the silver, his face changed greatly, and he didn't care whether the old man was dressed well or badly, and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, please sit down." ”

The white-haired old man scratched his white hair, turned his head and smiled at the teenagers, "Just eat noodles." ”

The aroma of hot beef noodles is overflowing, and the most famous in this desolate Beixia are the soy sauce beef noodles and Tusu wine.

The night grew darker, the cold became more and more cold, and there were few shadows on the streets of the city.

The old man's mind wandered, looking at the snowy scene of the city, he couldn't help but secretly admire, the whole wounded city was suddenly dressed in white, and the roofs, branches, and long streets were covered with endless snow, and anyone would be moved by it.

The wine gourd filled with Tu Su wine was brought up, the white-haired old man's eyes lit up, he hurriedly picked up the wine gourd and took a sip, and muttered to himself: "Good girl, it is really the Southern Osmanthus and the North Tu Su, this Tu Su wine is strong and sweet, and it flows into the throat and leaves a fragrance on the teeth and cheeks, which is worthy of the name of the Northern Wine Kui." ”

When his eyes fell on the shortest but bravest boy, the white-haired old man was inexplicably stunned, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Although this group of teenagers is in rags, they are actually delicate and upright, if they are dressed up, they are like the sons and daughters of the rich and noble family, but they have no choice but to have a bad fate, and they have been orphans who have lived on the streets without relatives and no reason since they were children.

The white-haired old man looked at the youngest boy thoughtfully, and said secretly in his heart: "It's really too similar, how can there be such a similar person between heaven and earth, could it be... ”

An inexplicable thought poured out of the old man's heart, but it was instantly suppressed back into his heart.

The youngest boy didn't touch the hot beef noodles, gobbled up a few fist-sized nests, raised his head and showed a sun-like smile, and said, "Thank you, senior." ”

The white-haired old man also smiled and replied, "It's okay, hurry up and eat it while it's hot." ”

But the boy still didn't move his chopsticks, only buried his head in a fist-sized nest.

The old man asked again, "Where is your father?"

The young men all bowed their heads and were silent, and put down the dishes and chopsticks in their hands.

For a long time, the youngest and shortest boy among the three said gloomily: "We are all orphans, no father and no mother, we have suffered a lot of white eyes when we were young, fortunately the master took us in, so we will not starve to death on the streets, but a few days ago the master went out and has not come back yet, we can't find any trace of the master everywhere, and when we find here, we are really hungry... ”

The old man nodded and took a sip of Tu Su wine, and joked again: "Your master is too disagreeable, could it be that he deliberately left the three of you and went to the Qinglou kiln to live happily?"

"Please be cautious. The tall and thin young man wore a dogtooth pendant around his neck, and said in a solemn tone: "Master, he is merciful and kind, and he will never leave us to do that filthy thing." ”

The old man's gaze wandered on the streets of the city, and he asked, "Could it be that your master is a monk?"

The fat man nodded again and again, and said triumphantly: "Yes, our master is a respected monk in the city. ”

The old man's eyes narrowed into a line.

Monk? In this desolate place where the snow is fluttering and the cold wind is blowing, Buddhism is not prevalent, and there are not many monks who believe in Buddhism, but it is an old bald donkey? The corners of the white-haired old man's mouth were warmly raised, and he took out a piece of silver from his bosom and put it on the table, and said to the hungry three: "If you are hungry, use this silver to buy something to eat." Then he turned and left.

The short boy looked at the white-haired back that was gradually moving away, and asked loudly: "Senior, my name is Bai Yun, what is your name? Where do you live? I will wait for you to return this beef noodle meal next time!"

The white-haired old man shrugged his shoulders, took a sip of wine and replied without replying: "Heaven and earth are free, just a meal of beef noodles, no need." ”

The young man scratched his head, obviously not understanding the deep meaning of the old man's poem, and just about to ask aloud, the back was already gone.

After submerging in the long street, the old man sighed softly and still walked towards the north of the city.

In the middle of the night, in an alley somewhere in the city, a girl about the same age as a short teenager sat on the stone steps at the end of the alley with a bowl of cold beef noodles.

"Bottle, why did you run out again?" asked the little boy, who sat beside her, worriedly.

The girl was silent, her head bowed, her eyes were moist, and the pear vortex on her cheeks was faintly visible.

"Are you arguing with your family again?" the boy asked again.

The girl's name is Vial, and she is the boy's playmate, but that's all, the boy never knows where she lives in the city, only that every time she cries, she always comes to this alley.

Finally, the girl cried out in a hurry, and her tears rained down into the bowl.

The boy was at a loss for what to do, so he sat quietly beside the girl without saying a word.

"I... I miss Daddy. The girl said with a sob.

The boy's eyes glazed over, and he looked up at the sky.

In the dark sky, the crape myrtle star guarding the wounded city is particularly dazzling, like the warmest embrace in the world, which can be seen but not touched.

At midnight, there was an old man with white hair sitting on the head of the city wall, from time to time he picked up a wine gourd and poured two mouthfuls of Beidi Tusu, the moonlight was sultry, outside the city was thousands of miles of snow and straight pine and cypress, and occasionally there were a few wolf howls, the old man could see that he was drunk, and looked at this snow-covered wasteland with an expressionless face, and hummed a song softly.

I don't know when, a gray-clothed old monk with a yellow face came behind the old man, the old monk held a round color Buddha bead in his hand, gently stirred, but also followed the white-haired drunkard to hum a ballad, crystal tears in the eyes of the two.