Time is sometimes like this flying dust, the more you want to hold it in your hands, the more it floats freely, if you chase step by step, suddenly look back, people have already left the shore of the water, wading through the shore of the other water.

The girl stretched, covered her mouth and yawned, poured a cup of tea, and leaned half against the mahogany counter. Holding a cup of tea, he looked at the sunset in a daze, and had a slight westward inclination, pulling out a scorching tail flame.

The bowl lid gently brushed the tea leaves that could not be stretched out even after being soaked in water, and the girl smiled as if she was nothing, raised her snow-white neck and drank the cold tea for a long time, took care of the wrinkled sleeves that slept casually, straightened her posture, and walked out of the shop.

The sunset was dazzling, the girl squinted, reflexively closed the mottled wooden door, hung a plum blossom lock, and locked the door with a "click". The girl tucked the keychain into her sleeve. Walking down the street, the twilight sun crooked her silhouette.

"Xiao Ning, it's closing" The shopkeeper of Baobin Building guarded the door of the store, waiting to run the hall, and when he saw the girl passing by, he was busy saying hello.

The plain-clothed girl smiled lightly, it was a response, the footsteps were not late, she walked this Shuangbao Street for six years, from the morning sun in the east to the dusk in the west, stepping on every bluestone slab, and smiling at every neighbor.

"Erniu, Erniu! It's back to your soul!" It wasn't until he was slapped on the back of the head by another shopkeeper that the shopkeeper slowly moved his gaze back.

"If you say, I will work for another four or five years, and I will have to ask Xiao Ning to propose the money I have saved" The shop Xiao Erjian's meal had not arrived, and the lobby was empty, so he said casually.

The shopkeeper with a towel on his shoulder sneered: "A hundred miles away, who doesn't know that Xiao Ning in Zhaojia Town is the most handsome girl, thinking about her more future life, you can still marry Xiao Ning home with four or five years of silver?" ”

The shopkeeper was not discouraged, turned his head and said: "It's strange to say, Xiao Ning is a lonely woman, the old Chen family husband and wife who raised her a few years ago went together, she admitted that this Baoze weapon shop has been stable so far, Zhang Wu's ruffians are staggering all day long, and Xiao Ning, who is not embarrassed to trouble anyone, returns to Chenjia Lane every day." ”

When it comes to the girl next door, the man always has endless saliva, and the shopkeeper said in his ear: "Do you think it was Zhang Wu's conscience who found that! Let me tell you, the old Chen Tou who raised Xiao Ning, was Zhao Yuanwai's follower when he was young, I heard that once Zhao Yuanwai went to the Texas Mansion to escort the goods, and was robbed by bandits on the road, so that the old Chen Tou lost his life and blocked a knife for the outside, otherwise today's Zhao Yuanwai is another."

"Didn't Lao Chen cough when it rained, this is the root of the disease that fell back then, this weapon shop was originally owned by the Zhao family, and the staff was grateful to him for saving his life, and sent the store deed, with a maid and Lao Chen, and told him to take care of it, I didn't think that Lao Chen's head was too deeply injured, and there was no one for more than 20 years. ”

The shopkeeper showed a look of reminiscence, as if he was a little regretful: "At that time, you didn't come to the store to do things, and it was probably this time that winter, when the old Chen Tou on the opposite side was about to close, as soon as he went out, he saw Xiao Ning hiding at the door." That year, the snow was heavy, a lot of people froze to death, there was a fire in the armory shop all the year round, and the homeless beggars often kept warm at the door. ”

"Lao Chen Tou has no children in his life, I stood here at that time to see the truth, Lao Chen Tou went out and saw Xiao Ning, and suddenly stopped, his mother-in-law came out, and also stopped, so he raised Xiao Ning"

The shopkeeper slapped his thigh when he heard it, but said regretfully: "If you pick it up at that time, it will be beautiful for you!"

Seeing that there were guests coming in one after another, the store guy didn't want to say more, and finally said: "Now you understand why Xiao Ning is now sixteen, and he is getting married, but there is no wild bee and butterfly, and a matchmaker has not come to the door? ”

After that, he shook the towel and said, "Please sit down here~", strode away, and the shopkeeper didn't have the heart to think about it anymore, so he had to leave.

At the moment when the shopkeeper spoke, the girl called Xiao Ningsu had already turned into Chenjia Lane, and the spring sun was setting fast, and in the blink of an eye, it was a dull twilight light.

Xiao Ningsu walked straight to a small courtyard, grabbed the keychain in his sleeve and took out a large cast iron key, unscrewed the tiger lock of the gate in three or two clicks, pushed it open, and a cold breath came to his face.

The courtyard with fewer people is naturally not very popular, especially in the evening, when there is no light waiting to return home, and it is a heart palpitation with a heavy sense of sadness.

In the courtyard, the flowers and plants that had been frozen for a winter in the garden were perfunctory, and the rest of the green vegetables and radishes were not mentioned, and all the leaves were left to let people know that there was it here. There is a huge bucket next to the well surrounded by bluestone, and looking at this big one, I wonder if such a girl can wring water.

Open another door lock, Xiao Ningsu put the keychain on the side of the oil lamp, took the fire fold by the windowsill and lit the oil lamp, the room finally gave birth to a little bit of light, not so deserted, but the girl's face reflected in the bronze mirror by the oil lamp, who is more cold?

I had to open another lock in the firewood room, stuff the small firewood into the stove, throw the fire fold into it, and put a few vegetarian buns that had been cold in my arms into the pot and heat them together. Xiao Ningsu was not in a hurry, she sat with her chin propped up, until the sky was so dark that an oil lamp illuminated her silhouette, she lifted the lid of the pot, took out a bowl of leftover porridge and buns at noon, took it to the small table in the courtyard and sat down, and slowly swallowed the dinner alone by the moonlight.

After washing the dishes and chopsticks, she didn't have a rest, but she was a woman, and she was a lonely and beautiful woman, she couldn't go to the night market, and she didn't have her parents and brothers to relieve her boredom, and the money she had saved for a long time was not only enough for her living and shop expenses, but also enough to buy a few thread-mounted sword books.

So she took off the sword against the wall next to the bed, leaned behind her, and stood in the courtyard, looking up slightly at the rising moon, accompanied by countless stars.

Stepping out of the sword, a plain sword flew out, the girl instantly swirled in place and danced out of a phantom, watching her turn and turn, the sword light shimmered, and sprinkled a cold and sparse shadow in the small courtyard, and then jumped but the bright moon was in the sky, a wipe of the plain hand, the long sword stopped, the tip of the sword stopped, and the surprise was that the moonlight was hazy with the sword shadow, or was this girl homeopathic to highlight the moonlight?

As soon as the sword was thrown, the stars were generous, and they presented bright stars one after another, and fell into the scabbard with the wonder of coming from east to west.

The girl put away her sword and sat down, picked up a cup of tea, and looked at the starry sky that had been brilliant since ancient times, the night wind blew, and the sideburns were broken and carried out, sending a few traces of brilliance to the lonely Danfeng eyes.

The dead leaves sank to the bottom, Xiao Ningsu returned to the house, took off her sleeves, and pulled the rope, like a waterfall and green silk falling on the back of the smooth snow, but she held the plain sword and blew out the oil lamp.

The beauty of the world is nothing more than that.