"The people of the world only say that the farmer is good, there is no grace, no hatred, no trouble, don't miss the love of the children and the rivers and lakes, but I am afraid that the love will finally be broken, the world only says the rivers and lakes are dangerous, and I want to lose Jiuquan with a life, I don't want my son to be ambitious, and he wants to suppress the .......sky with a sword in his hand."

The scorching sun seemed to roast the earth, and the farmer was shirtless, his skin tanned, and his sweat was like a basin of water, but from his mouth came bursts of singing, melodiously echoing in the air, and the sun felt that he had been challenged, so it became bigger and stronger.

"Grandpa, grandpa, grandpa!" a child with pigtails ran barefoot towards an old man.

The old man who was hoeing turned around in response, took the cloth around his neck and wiped the sweat on his forehead, "Ying'er! Ying'er! Grandpa is here!"

Ying'er ran to her grandfather, holding a wooden stick in her hand, "Grandpa, you see this is the sword I just got from my second uncle!" the child shouted excitedly.

Looking at his little grandson who was so happy, the old man also smiled, "Ying'er is amazing, Ying'er also has a sword." The old man touched Ying'er's face, "Ying'er, why are you still barefoot, aren't you afraid of being awkward." ”

"Don't be afraid, grandpa hoeed the ground very softly, and the sun baked the ground hot, just like stepping into a warm quilt, very comfortable. ”

The old man was amused by this clever little grandson again.

"By the way, grandpa, the second uncle asked me to call you home for dinner. ”

"Okay, let's go back. ”

"Grandpa, I'll help you carry the hoe. After that, Ying'er wanted to take the hoe in her grandfather's hand.

Unexpectedly, grandpa directly carried the hoe on his shoulder, "Ying'er is still young, grandpa is afraid that this hoe will crush your small body." ”

"No, Ying'er is as powerful as her father. ”

As soon as Ying'er mentioned her father, the old man's heart was full of sourness, and there was a bit of solemnity between his eyebrows, although it was only less than a second, but the clever Ying'er also felt that her grandfather was a little unhappy, and knew that she shouldn't mention her father, "Hmph, Ying'er is not rare for this dirty hoe." ”

Seeing that this little clever ghost pouted and ran away, the old man smiled again, "Ying'er, wait for grandpa!"

"Don't wait, don't wait, grandpa runs slowly, and the food is eaten by me and my second uncle. ”

When the grandfather and grandson returned home from the field, a middle-aged man was serving the meal, "I knew you should come back too." "This man is the second uncle in Ying'er's mouth, the second son of the old man, Leizi. Although he is a man in the prime of life, because he has been weak and sick since he was a child, his body is very thin, and he is not even as strong as the old man's hands, so he usually goes out to do farm work, Leizi does some light housework at home, and Ying'er often helps his second uncle do some work.

"Second uncle and second uncle, today's food is so fragrant. ”

"Incense, then don't you go and throw the stick. Leizi turned to the old man again and said, "Dad, you sit down first, and I'll serve you a bowl of rice." ”

"This is not a wooden stick, this is a sword, how can a swordsman lose his sword, isn't this a loss of his life?"

The old man and Leizi both laughed, and the old man said: "Ying'er knows a lot, it turns out that our Ying'er is a swordsman." ”

Ying'er felt that she was being ridiculed, and pouted, her little hands clutching the wooden stick tightly.

When the old man saw that his little grandson was in a temper, he said again: "Our Ying'er will definitely be a big swordsman in the future." ”

When Ying'er heard this, she jumped up happily and smiled.

But when the old man saw his current grandson, he couldn't help but think of his eldest son, Ying'er's father Qi Feng, and felt sad again.

Thinking at the beginning, his son Qi Feng was also like Ying'er when he shouted that he wanted to be a swordsman, since he was twenty years old, Qi Feng left home and said that he wanted to break into the rivers and lakes, the old man remembered very well that night he also had a big quarrel with his son, five years later a strange woman held a baby less than five months old and found himself, saying that this was his own grandson, the old man was so surprised that he lost his mind, he didn't want to admit it, but looking at the child's little face as if he saw his son, he left him to raise him, named Qi Ying'er.

And the woman who gave the child was not Ying'er's mother, she was just entrusted to send the child to Qi Laohan.

It's been five years, and he hasn't learned anything about his son in five years, his son is missing, but he has a cute little grandson, and the old man's heart has been turbulent in the past few years. I don't know why, Ying'er has always had a strong interest in swordsmen when he was four and a half years old, and he has not yet entered the world, and he doesn't know who he knows from, Ying'er knows that his father is a swordsman from the second uncle's casual words, and now Ying'er is already opening his mouth and closing his mouth to be a swordsman.

Leizi saw that his father was thinking about his eldest brother, so he pretended to reprimand Ying'er, "A child with a big fart will think blindly, if you are disobedient, you won't be given food." ”

As soon as Ying'er heard that she didn't give food, she suddenly stopped, people are iron and rice is steel, even a child as big as Ying'er understands it, Ying'er sat on the bench obediently, but still couldn't hide her excitement. The old man looked at his little grandson deeply and thought, "This is the son inheriting his father's business, Ying'er and Feng'er are exactly the same." This is all God's calculation, these two are not destined to live with peace of mind. ”

After the old man finished eating, the old man went to bed to rest, Leizi went to brush the pot and washed the dishes, and he had to rest after a while, and this afternoon, the energetic Ying'er would not lie on the bed obediently.

He picked up his wooden stick and quietly went out, this village is not big or small, the people in the village also know each other, the children in the village often play together, but Ying'er's natural arrogance is often excluded by other children in the village.

A group of children were playing with stones on the ground, and a child came from afar, still holding a wooden stick in his hand, and one of the children said to the tallest and sturdiest child in the group, "Boss, don't you think that is a fool Ying'er?" The child who was called the eldest was the child king of the village, the big tiger. Dahu is the oldest child in the village, so he naturally became the child king, of course, being able to be the child king is also related to his domineering fist.

"Oh, it's that idiot, I haven't seen him in days, and my hands are itchy. Dahu straightened up and looked at Ying'er who was walking over.

"Then should we stop him?" This slippery head and slippery brain, a typical child with a wall grass is called Xiaohu, he is like the chief of staff of the big tiger, he has been following him, it can be said that he is "under one person, above ten thousand" in the group of children

Of course, Ying'er saw this group of people, and even saw that the arrogant big tiger was also inside, he wouldn't walk around them, and when he walked past them, he pretended not to see them, but every time he was stopped, he would be hit by the big tiger's fist in less than a few words. In the village, children and adults will not ask much about children's fights, everyone comes from this stage, and children's small fights will not affect the harmony between adults. Ying'er held the wooden stick in her hand as if she was really holding a sword, and walked heroically in front of the big tiger.

"Boss, he has a wooden stick in his hand, can he still stop it?" asked Xiaohu in a low voice.

"What are you afraid of, stop it!" the big tiger scolded.

"Hey, hey, fool!" shouted Xiaohu.

Ying'er pretended not to hear and continued to walk.

"Stop him. Xiao Hu ran to Ying'er with the two children, "Fool, where are you going?"

Ying'er stopped and looked at the small household in front of her.

"Who are you asking?" said Ying'er in a low voice.

"Of course I ask you. Xiao Hu said.

"You can't take care of it. Ying'er gave Xiaohu a roll of her eyes and was about to walk away.

Xiao Hu was stunned, "Hey, why is he so tough today?"

"Are you looking for your missing parents?" shouted the big tiger behind them.

When Ying'er heard someone say this, she turned her head and looked at Xiao Hu viciously, Xiao Hu was so frightened that she didn't know what to do, and quietly pointed her finger at Dahu, "It's him, uh, I didn't say it." ”

Ying'er turned her gaze to Dahu, who also looked at him with a mocking face.

"I have a father and no mother, no, I don't even have a father. Dahu said again.

Ying'er clutched the wooden stick tightly, her hands were a little painful, and Xiao Hu was even more frightened into a cold sweat, he was afraid that Ying'er would beat herself with a wooden stick if she couldn't beat the big tiger, and the other children around him didn't dare to say anything.

The big tiger knew that he had succeeded in provoking Ying'er, even if Ying'er rushed over to beat him, he would not be afraid, because he was much stronger than Ying'er, but he could teach Ying'er a lesson more confidently, and at this time the big tiger was waiting for Ying'er to rush over.

Ying'er was still holding the wooden stick tightly, his parents were affected by his body, hearing the words of the big tiger, he felt that his parents had been insulted, how could he bear such an insult? The anger in Ying'er's heart was growing upward, at this time, the cicadas were screaming noisily, the hot wind was blowing the earth, and Ying'er made a sound of holding the wooden stick.