Chapter 44: The World

There are four seasons in the world, and the seasons depend on each other, and the seasons are different.

It is precisely because of this that the west of the world is different from the crisp and cool autumn in the south of Dongzhou.

At this time, the nameless place in the west is a huge continent separated from Dongzhou by several territories, which is very strange because this continent is nameless.

This nameless place in the West is separated from Dongzhou by tens of thousands of miles, too far and too far. People who have come to this nameless place have never heard of Dongzhou, and people from Dongzhou have never heard of this nameless place.

At this time, the nameless place is neither summer nor winter, but spring.

The spring rain has been falling continuously for nearly half a month, as the old saying goes, the most bitter is not the autumn frost, the fattest is not the autumn spring rain, but if the spring rain in this fertile land is endless for half a month, then no one can stand it.

Not to mention that the crops in agriculture have to plant, just the grain and vegetable seedlings that have just been sown must be rewarded by God with some sunshine in order to sprout and grow into grain.

The spring rain was still the same on this day, and before the time, the rickety old man and the old nobleman who had just eaten lunch sat under the eaves of the tiled house, his face was ugly, and he was smoking a dry cigarette, and his old face was already ravine.

"Mother's egg, rain falls, rain falls, rains fall on a turtle son!"

The old man slapped the leg of the stool heavily while smoking a dry cigarette, and his face was very ugly, as if he was distressed and anxious.

Lao Gui'er is in her early fifties this year and is a native of Shijia Village. Originally named Shi Gui, when he was young, he had a very bad temperament, often had a straight face, didn't like to laugh, and was easy to be anxious with others. Lao Gui'er was born here, and he has always grown up here, and he got married in his teens with the help of a matchmaker in the village.

To say that this old noble child was really blessed when he was young. It's only been a few years since I got married, and the old Guier is in his twenties, and he already has three sons that no one else can look forward to. At that time, the old nobleman was the best talker, and he was also the old nobleman who laughed the most.

No matter how much he can't speak, at least this smiling face is not less for the rest of the village.

At that time, Lao Gui'er's daily days were farming, and when he came back, he brought some small wild fruits to his three boys, and every time the three boys quarreled to grab the wild fruits of the mountains and forests that he brought back, Lao Gui'er was always expressionless, waiting for the three children to run away noisily, Lao Gui'er turned his back and smiled secretly, and his mouth could grin to the root of his ears.

The three children can toss one by one, every time they step on someone's land in the village or pick up the buds in someone's field, Lao Guier has always beaten his three bear children with a stick, and at night, Lao Guier hid in the bed and cried, worried about whether he had broken his son.

Lao Gui'er's daughter-in-law was just secretly having fun at this time, she always felt that her man was just an older child, not as bad as it seemed.

When the children were teenagers, Lao Guier was still that fiery character.

One day, the three children of Lao Gui'er were like being fascinated by ghosts, and they came to talk to Lao Gui'er about what they wanted to be monks, and Lao Gui'er, who had never believed that there were immortals in this world, beat a few of his own nonsense boys with a stick. But these boys are like taking a reassuring pill, no matter how they beat or beat, they just keep clamoring to become monks.

One day later, Lao Gui'er drank two Gu wines, and when the three children were about to become monks, one of them accidentally hit too hard and broke the left leg of the youngest son.

That night, the two eldest sons left the house in a fit of rage with their youngest brother.

That night, the old Guier ran for dozens of miles, looked for a night, and cried all night.

Lao Gui'er's daughter-in-law loves her son and her man, she knows that from now on, in her man's heart, I am afraid that he will never forgive himself again in this life.

She just comforted her man while wiping her tears: "The children have a temper tantrum and will be back soon." ”

One day, one month, one year.

Sometimes, the old nobles and their families sit on the stone mill at the entrance of the village, waiting for their children. Sometimes, the old nobles and their families go out together to find their own children.

When Lao Gui'er was almost thirty years old, his daughter-in-law died. The old people in the village said that she was too bitter and tired, so she left.

Since then, the bustling home has left Lao Gui'er alone. When the old noble daughter-in-law was dying, she told the old nobleman to wait until the three children came back.

So the old nobleman waited.

Wait a year, wait 10 years, wait 20 years.

Every time he went to the grave of his daughter-in-law who left first, the old nobleman looked at the monument of his daughter-in-law with red eyes and told her that the three children had gone home.

When he returned home, Lao Gui'er was alone again.

People always have to eat when they live, and people still have to eat if they don't want to live. Lao Gui'er planted a lot of acres of land by herself, thinking that one day her three sons would come back, and she would not let them work.

When farming, Lao Gui'er always thinks about what this monk is that can make his three sons fall into a daze, and he won't go home to see his father and mother for so many years. Lao Gui'er often thinks that one day his three sons can tell their mother's grave whether this monk is good or bad.

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The spring rain is still falling, and the old nobleman is still smoking dry tobacco.

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On a cliff a few hundred miles away from Shijia Village, there is a sword. A very beautiful sword, but it is a broken sword.

The sword is three feet long, the hilt is green, and the sword body is frosty. But the blade of the sword was broken in half, the blade was uneven, and the body of the sword was cracked.

Under the sword grid, at the shoulder of the sword, two words are engraved with a small seal:

"Xiao Han".

This sword was stuck in the flat ground of the mountain cliff, and the rain and wind blew for an unknown amount of time.

In this huge nameless place in the West, it is spring, and everything is growing.

The verdant vines are growing amazingly and already have a lush stand. Among them, there were some vines that climbed on top of the sword.

The vines are verdant and jade, and the sword body is silver and frosty.

No one knows the story of this sword, only the sword itself knows that its owner is dead, so it will not have another owner.

But everyone knew that this sword could no longer fight, because this sword was really damaged and mutilated.

The sword stands on the cliff and listens to the wind and rain.

Look at the clouds.

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