癸酉年, Yichou month, Xin Si day.

The twenty-third day of the lunar month, the small year, the day of the sun.

In the northern region, the twenty-third day of the lunar month is mostly the year of the year. Yang Dao League's place is between the north and the south, and the customs are mostly according to the north, this day is said to be the day when the Lord of the Stove returns to heaven, people want to make hemp candy to eat on this day, it is said that it is to stick to the mouth of the Lord of the Stove and let his old man not say bad things to the Jade Emperor, there is also a saying that it is to make the mouth of the Lord of the Stove a little sweeter and say a few words for the Lord of the Jade Emperor in front of the Jade Emperor, whether this is the case, and whether the Jade Emperor has time to ask, whether there is time to take care of Zhang San, Li Siwang, and the trivial things of the Mazi family do not know, after all these years of seeing all kinds of routines of the Jianghu people, I am afraid that this statement was originally invented by merchants who sell hemp sugar, but there can be delicious things to eat, and you can ask for a lottery, and no one cares about that.

Getting up early in the morning, Liu Shiyi was responsible for cleaning up the house, Liang Xie practiced qi luck in front of the rising sun, this year's Xiaonian was an extremely cold day, and the dry and cold air was so cold that people's noses were red.

For breakfast, Liu Shiyi boiled some porridge, heated a few steamed buns, and the two of them ate porridge with steamed buns, but there was a quiet and peaceful happiness in the blandness and tastelessness, as for the custom of sending the stove prince to make hemp candy, the two of them may not be able to abide by it, there are not enough ingredients on the mountain, Liu Shiyi will not do it, in previous years, this thing can be bought everywhere in winter, and now there is no food to eat this year, and who will make hemp candy to sell and who will buy it? As for what the stove prince intends to say, he has to say it.

After breakfast, Liang Xie took a rope and went around to pick up some dead branches as firewood, Liu Shiyi followed him with nothing to do, the weather was cold, the wind on the mountain was strong and colder, Liang Xie couldn't bear her to follow her to be cold, but she was willing to let her. In recent years, the drought has killed many small trees with deep roots, and the big trees have also died a lot, and many places have not eaten the bark and grass roots to eat, and there is no water to drink, so the roots of the tree are dug and the trunk is cut to squeeze water to drink, so the tree dies more, it can be said that there is no need to worry about the dead tree and broken branches, as for whether the sweat can be made up from the poor bark and trunk.

The two didn't make much effort to pick up a lot of dead branches on the mountain, Liang Xie picked up the dead branches, as for how to tie them, Liu Shiyi watched him carry the dead branches on his back and didn't take a few steps, and the bundle of branches leaned towards one end and couldn't help but smile and said: "It turns out that when I didn't follow, you carried it back like this every day?"

Liang Xie said a little embarrassedly: "Usually you tied it well when you didn't follow, but today I don't know why." ”

Liu Shiyi glanced at him, walked over, took off the bundle of dead branches from his back, and re-tied it, and then put it on Liang Xie's back, how many times Liang Xie has seen this rope work, he can't learn it, and he can't help but laugh at his stupidity.

At noon, Liu Shiyi and noodles cooked two bowls of noodles, no meat, no eggs, no green onions, ginger and garlic, and the condiments on the mountain were also pulled away by the two eldest sisters in the middle of the night last time. Adjust a few drops of oil, put a spoonful of salt and wash it with boiling water, it is considered soup, the two looked at each other and smiled and moved chopsticks to eat, this is the best thing the two can eat, and it is also the only delicious thing that can be made, despite this, the two are still very satisfied, today is a small year, the two are no longer as saving as in the past, Liu Shiyi ate a bowl, Liang Xie ate two bowls, and the two of them had a rare full meal.

In the afternoon, the mountain breeze blows, and the orange sun hangs like a lone lamp in the sky. Liang Xie practiced the knife a few times, practiced the secret weapon for a while, the lack of oil and water in the meal in an instant no longer felt full and even faintly felt hungry, Liang Xie luck for a few weeks The feeling of strength regeneration suddenly became steady, 'Tiangen Jue' can absorb the qi of heaven and earth, and can also maximize the use of all food, which is also one of the reasons why his strength has not been interrupted in the past few years when he can't eat enough, and' The Twelve Tricks of Hate Knife are extremely consuming ways of playing, consuming muscles and bones, consuming viscera, consuming internal strength, and consuming life.

Liang Xie put away the knife, looked at the ancestral hall of the martyrs of the 'God of Wealth' and the 'Yang Dao League' opposite the martial field, and felt quite emotional, thinking that the 'Yang Dao League' was a behemoth at the beginning, but now there are only twenty or thirty people left, and the chief helm is only him and Liu Shiyi.

The sun is in the west, the sky soon darkened, during dinner, Liu Shiyi served two hot steamed buns Liang Xie picked up one and took a bite, somehow he listened to the wind whistling in the mountains, looked at the dark night outside, and only felt extremely depressed, extremely irritable, and a little scared, and the steamed bun in his mouth stopped for a while.

Liu Shiyi looked at him differently and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing. Liang Xie replied casually, and then muttered to himself: "It's almost the New Year again, senior brother has been gone for a month, I don't know if I can come back before the year." ”

Liu Shiyi just wanted to comfort a few words, suddenly heard a heavy footsteps rushing forward, Liang Xie was startled, put down the steamed bun and quickly went out of the room, Liu Shiyi was afraid of an accident and hurriedly followed out, only to see a person not far away, his hair was scattered, and he was in tatters and ran quickly to where they were, this person was slender, his steps were heavy and unsteady, and he was carrying another person on his back.

Liang Xie's skills at this time are not trivial, he can still see clearly in the light and in the dark, this person he knows is Mr. Wei, he carried the person behind his back and drooped his head was covered by Mr. Wei's back and couldn't see his face clearly, but Liang Xie's heart was half cold at this moment.

When Mr. Wei saw Liang Xie and Liu Shiyi, a smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the person fell down, and the person on his back was thrown out after losing his support.

"Sir!" Liang Xie and Liu Shiyi hurriedly grabbed it, Liu Shiyi grabbed Mr. Wei, Liang Xie stretched out his arm and took the person Mr. Wei was carrying into his arms, this time he saw this person's face clearly, this glance made Liang Xie shake his whole body and his brain was pumped clean in an instant, his knees were soft and he knelt on the ground with a 'poof', holding the person's body and tears gushed out of his eyes.

"Finally...... It's back. Mr. Wei only said one sentence, and he was unconscious. Liu Shiyi looked at the man under Liang Xie, only to see that the man was a middle-aged man, with white temples, thick eyebrows and big eyes, he looked very calm and honest, he had a wry smile on his face, as if relieved and helpless, his hands were very large, his fingers were also very thick, he was used to doing work, his feet were very thick, very wide, he must have walked very calmly, there was a hole in his chest, a hole bigger than his fist .......

Liu Shiyi saw this person's face and saw the hole in this person's chest, and her heart trembled fiercely.

There was once such a person in this world, his sword name was 'hope', his sheath was called 'future', his feet were 'thousands of miles', he placed 'hope' on 'future', and he was 'step by step', he didn't dare to pass, he didn't dare to lose, he didn't dare to stop, he didn't dare to stop, he didn't fight for a moment's success, he didn't want to be quick for a while, he didn't want to be strong for a while, he stuck to his ambition and didn't forget his original intention. It is rumored that he is resolute, strong, humble, does not bully the weak, and does not flatter the powerful. He has the broadest back in the world, as long as he hides behind his back, no one can hurt him, he has the most powerful hand in the world, as long as he passes through his hand, there is no future that cannot be created, he has the strongest shoulder in the world, as long as he has no burden that he cannot carry. He is the most trustworthy person in the world, he is the pillar of the 'Yang Dao Alliance', and he is the hope in the hearts of many people. He is not the richest man in the world, but when many people can't eat, he is the first to help the poor; he is not the pinnacle of power, but he is the first to shoulder the responsibility when the world falls into disaster; he is not the first in the world, but when the power bullies justice, he is the first to stand up and resist; he is not the best person or the kindest person, he is not the most gifted person and the luckiest person, he only knows how to walk down-to-earth and do it with diligent hands.

He is Shao Mingqian. When there is a problem in the world, the 'Thunder God' did not stand up, the 'Dragon God' did not stand up, the 'Dasumi Tiancheng' did not stand up, the 'Juntian Jiuding' did not stand up, how many people in the court who ate the country's food did not stand up, and the people who stood up did not stand up, his ability was limited, his strength was limited, and his financial resources were limited, and his cup of water could not save the fire in the world, but he still spilled it. He is just someone who is willing to stand up as soon as possible, no matter what the result is, whether he can do it or not, he stands up.

He is not perfect, but he is great.

Liang Xie hugged his brother's body tightly and knelt on the ground motionless, tears held back and flowed again, and then endured and flowed down again, Liu Shiyi helped Mr. Wei into the room and accompanied Liang Xie without saying a word, she knew that he was uncomfortable, and she knew the weight of Shao Mingqian in Liang Xie's heart.

One moment, two quarters, half an hour, one hour, two hours.......

Liang Xie still knelt, no matter how Liu Shiyi persuaded him, he still didn't speak, didn't move, didn't go back, all night, all night Liang Xie didn't move.

The next day, Liu Shiyi found a few pieces of wood to build a shed, simply set up a mourning hall to help Liang Xie move Shao Mingqian's body over, Liang Xie did not let Liu Shiyi do it, he held his brother's body and put it into the mourning hall, and then knelt in the mourning hall and stared at the corpse of his senior brother without eating or drinking without saying a word.

On the third day, Liang Xie still knelt without eating or drinking, Liu Shiyi was afraid that he would freeze and starve, so he put clothes on Liang Xie several times and brought food, but Liang Xie still didn't eat a mouthful, didn't drink a mouthful, and the clothes on his body fell and still fell by him, regardless of it.

On the fourth day, under the care of Liu Shiyi, Mr. Wei's injuries were finally controlled, but Liang Xie was still the same. Mr. Wei and Liu Shiyi comforted Liang Xie for a long time, Liang Xie just agreed but did not move, the lack of food and drink for several days has made his face very ugly, Liu Shiyi really persuaded him not to move, so he had to threaten Liang Xie with not eating or drinking, Liang Xie drank two sips of water and ate two mouthfuls of food, but still refused to go back to the house to sleep, Liu Shiyi said that Liang Xie did not need to guard the spirit for him.

On the fifth day, Liang Xie was still like this, in the past five days, Liang Xie only drank four or five sips of water, ate half a bowl of rice, said less than ten words, barely moved his body, and remained motionless on his knees in the mourning hall. Without eating, drinking, moving, or speaking, Shao Mingqian's body was frozen hard, and Liang Xie's face was not much better than Shao Mingqian. In order to prevent Liang Xie from continuing to consume, Mr. Wei and Liu Shiyi decided to bury Shao Mingqian today, but there was no coffin on the mountain, and there was no coffin under the mountain. At noon, Mr. Wei and Liu Shiyi took out a bamboo mat from the warehouse and wrapped Shao Mingqian's body, and discussed with Liang Xie about the burial of Shao Mingqian. Liu Shiyi and Mr. Wei hurriedly carried him back.

The sixth day, Chinese New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve.

The peace of the previous year was finally broken, and the uneasiness in Liang Xie's heart was finally confirmed, and Shao Mingqian's death made this year extremely depressing.

Mr. Wei left, he didn't say hello to Liang Xie before leaving, he only said to Liu Shiyi, and Liang Xie didn't ask, he didn't have any intention to ask.

During the Chinese New Year, on this festive day when they should have been dressed up and eaten in new clothes, Liang Xie and Liu Shiyi only had rice, steamed buns, porridge, and not even pickles. Liang Xie finally began to take the initiative to eat, a steamed bun had just bitten half of it and was in tears, unable to swallow, Liu Shiyi knew that persuasion was useless, only to accompany him silently.

In a daze, crying. The sun moves from east to west, and night comes quickly. On the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, there were no fireworks, no firecrackers, no laughter on the mountain, only the two people guarding the stove were silently in a daze, without saying a word. Liang Xie's eyes stared at the stove, the red flames were dancing in the stove, rising, cheerful, Liang Xie stared quietly, watching, remembering that when he was a child, his senior brother made tomato scrambled eggs for their brothers, made rats with wicker for them, and bought them illustration books, and his tears couldn't help but flow out. The eldest brother is like a father, in the heart of Liang Xie, who lost his parents since he was a child and his master rebelled, Shao Mingqian is not only his senior brother, but also equal to his father.

The third senior brother is dead, the sixth senior brother is dead, the seventh senior brother is dead, and now the senior brother is also dead, the second senior sister is married, the eighth senior brother is in business, the fifth senior brother is missing, the master does not know whether he is dead or alive, it is better to be alive than dead, and he is the only one left in the lineage of the master now.

Late at night, Liang Xie returned to his room and lay down on the bed, wrapping himself tightly in the quilt.

There is no voice, no beast roar, no birdsong, quiet, quiet and terrible, the whole mountain can only hear the sound of the wind blowing through the valley, blowing through the houses, blowing through the dead trees, the sound is sad and compassionate, and it adds a bit of chill to the cold weather, the cold house wall can't stop it, the stove can't retreat, the quilt can't be separated and blows straight to the deepest part of people's hearts, Liang Xie is wrapped in the quilt and shiveres, and the distress in his heart for the senior brother gradually turns into resentment - deserved, deserved, this idiot, this idiot. His hand clasped the bed board until the hole in the bed board broke, and this resentment was vented, and after the venting, it was a deeper sadness .......

'Tianlu' is seven years old, and the first day of the first month. Liang Xie finally fell ill after not eating or drinking for days and the distortion of his mood, and the 'Tiangen Jue' couldn't stop the illness, this illness was three days, he didn't get out of bed for these three days, and Liu Shiyi didn't close his eyes.

The fourth day of the new year, the night.

Liang Xie lay on the bed, Liu Shiyi sat on the ground, and the wind raged in the valley. Tomorrow is the beginning of the spring solar term, but tonight the north wind is still blowing, the wind is howling in the valley, like a ghost crying wolf, and the wind is blowing through the houses and trees and screaming, as if crying blood.

Liu Shiyi also felt a sense of extreme desolation and loneliness in her heart, she was in her thirties, watching the people around her die one by one, she had never been so lonely and so afraid.

On the fifth day of the first month, the beginning of spring.

Liang Xie, who has the 'Heavenly Root Formula' body protector, has recovered more than half of his illness, but his heart disease still lingers. Today he didn't speak, just sat in a daze, sat all day, and for the next few days, Liang Xie should eat and drink, and sat in a daze without saying a word.

The fifth day of the first month.

'Kitagawa'

The ninth day of the first month, the day of the day, the birthday of the Jade Emperor.

It has been a few days since the beginning of spring, and the climate is still as cold as the cold winter wax moon.

Night.

The hut, the fire, the lampless, the two of them sat in a daze.

Liang Xie stared at the fire in a daze, and after a long time, he sighed, Liu Shiyi knew his mood, silently grabbed the back of Liang Xie's hand but didn't speak, Liang Xie smiled helplessly, the two were speechless, no need to say much, each knew what the other wanted to say, but they didn't have to say it.

The two sat quietly, and after a long time, the fire gradually dimmed, Liu Shiyi got up, planning to add some firewood, but was pulled by Liang Xie, Liu Shiyi had not yet reacted Liang Xie had hugged her into his arms.

"Hmm..... Boss ......" Liu Shiyi snorted softly, Liang Xie's hand was very heavy, her ribs hurt suddenly, and when she heard her pain, Liang Xie didn't let go but hugged it even tighter.

In the dark, Liang Xie hugged more and more tightly, Liu Shiyi was almost out of breath, and suddenly something stuck to her lips, which were thick lips are Liang Xie's lips.

'Hmm......' Liang Xie's move startled her, she wanted to speak more tightly Liang Xie sticks to it, but where can she speak.

The lips were not parted, Liang Xie's hand had moved, Liu Shiyi resisted, but he was powerless to resist Liang Xie who had just recovered from a serious illness, he was unusual, rude, violent, without half a point of politeness, and without the slightest tolerance ....... (According to the requirements of China's laws, a few words are omitted here, and interested friends can make up their brains)

The fire was dim and soft, Liu Shiyi no longer resisted, she cried silently, she was moved, but also happy, she didn't dare to ask for anything for many years, she didn't dare to fight for anything, just wanted each other to meet.

Liang Xie's long-suppressed heart, long-suppressed love, in the days when the senior brother passed away, completely forced him into a corner, he was afraid, because he was afraid that he didn't want to miss it, if there is a more painful emotion in the world than not getting it, that is, missing and regretting, he didn't want to regret and didn't want to miss it.

"And the two know each other, and it is not too late for the laurel to be in the sky. One day, the mulberry elm returned to the ground, and the green silk cardamom hated all the time. ”

This is a poem written by the knife maniac in his later years, there is a small spread in the rivers and lakes, no one knows what the knife maniac experienced back then, no one knows why the knife maniac made such a poem in the end of his iron-blooded life and domineering life, and named the three words 'hate no time' for his knife moves, maybe he also has his helplessness and regret.

'Hate - no time', the knife comes out and there is no return, the wrong body passes by to take the head of the person, the wrong body passes, misses, misses.

It is more regrettable and painful to miss than to ask for it.