A blacksmith shop in the city.

He walked around the shop, came to the shelf where the weapons were placed, curiously picked up a sword, stretched out his fingers and stroked it over the sword, and a faint chill of the weapon entered his skin.

"This thing looks so familiar, haven't I used it before?" he wondered. After walking around the city for a long time, this was the first time he felt something familiar.

Then he put down the long sword, raised the knife beside him, and after a moment of looking at it, he saw that he didn't feel anything, so he put it down again, and picked up another spear.

His action finally caught the attention of the girl, and she put down the embroidery in her hand, walked up to him, and asked, "Are you going to buy weapons for self-defense?"

"Are these called weapons?" he asked, confused.

"Naturally, it's a weapon, otherwise what else can it be called?" replied, the girl frowned.

"Oh, so these things are weapons. He nodded, jotted down the word, then picked up a long sword and asked, "What is this thing called?"

"Sword, long sword. The girl looked at him with a strange look.

"Longsword, I see. He then picked up a long knife next to him and asked, "What is this?"

"Knives. The girl's gaze became a little frightened, and she took two steps back.

"And what about this thing?" he asked, picking up another spear and turning it at the girl.

"Daddy, Daddy, come on, there's a bad guy here!" the girl did not answer, but cried out loudly.

The sound of striking iron in the room suddenly stopped, and then a strong man rushed out of the middle and back doors, carrying a hammer the size of a human head.

"Xiu'er, what's wrong?"

"Dad, there's a weirdo coming, I'm a little scared. The girl named Xiu'er ran behind the strong man in a few steps, pointed at the man and said.

"What's wrong with him?" the strong man saw that his girl was so scared, and immediately said angrily, and raised the big hammer in his hand, ready to hammer people at any time.

"He didn't do much to me, but it was so strange that he didn't even know what the sword was called, and he asked me about it. Xiu'er replied.

"Oh, I see, I thought he was wrong with you. The strong man then relieved himself, walked up to the man in a few steps, and asked, "Where did the guests come from?"

"I don't know, I don't remember. He shook his head, his face confused.

"Can't remember?" the strong man was stunned for a moment, and continued to ask, "You should always remember what the name is, right?"

"I can't remember, I can't remember anything. I don't remember who I am, what my name is, where I'm from. He replied with a wry smile.

"Aren't you a fool?" the strong man said secretly in his heart, and then continued to ask, "Then what are you going to buy in my store?"

"I just happened to pass by and heard the tinkling sound inside, so I was curious to walk in and take a look. He replied honestly.

"It's not stupid to listen to the words, is it because you have lost your soul?" the strong man then remembered a disease he had heard of, which could make people forget everything, including who they were. "More is better than less, it's better to send him away quickly. ”

Thinking of this, the strong man said to the man: "Since you don't want to buy anything, then please leave, don't delay our business." ”

He looked at the long sword on the shelf, and the familiar feeling was still there, thinking that this might be an introduction for him to regain his memory, so he didn't want to leave just like that.

"Can I stay here?" he said suddenly.

"Stay here?" the strong man was stunned for a moment, and then came to his senses: "Do you want to stay and work with me?"

"Work?" he was puzzled for a moment, then reacted and nodded, "Exactly, can I stay here and work?"

"That's not good, I'm here to strike iron, you little arms and legs, it's not suitable to stay here, you better try it somewhere else." The big man looked him up and down, then shook his head.

"Can you let me try? If it doesn't work, I'll go." He was a little reluctant to leave here, so he hurriedly said.

"Try it? It takes strength to strike iron, your thighs are not as thick as my arms, you can't do this job. Dahan shook his head again.

"Just let me try. He pleaded again.

"Well, seeing that you are so sincere, let you give it a try, don't blame me if you can't do it. Dahan was about to kick him out, but he was afraid that he would come back to entangle, so he finally nodded in agreement.

"Okay, but I don't know how to try?" he asked, with a delightful smile on his face.

"Do you see this hammer in my hand? This is the household item I use to make iron, if you can swing it ten times, then I will accept you, how about it?" said the big man, pointing to the big hammer in his hand.

This hammer weighs sixty pounds, and it is difficult for ordinary people to even pick it up, let alone swing it. The young man in front of him, with a slender figure and thin arms and legs, knew at a glance that he was a person with little strength, so he came up with this question, so that he could retreat from the difficulty.

"Okay, ten strokes, then I'll try it. He said with some eagerness.

"Try it, don't blame me if you flash your waist and break your arm. The big man put the sledgehammer on the ground and reminded the young man.

"Okay, I got it. He smiled, took two steps forward, reached out and grasped the handle of the sledgehammer, and lifted it up without much difficulty.

"This thing is very light, isn't it difficult to get ten strokes? He said a little strangely, and then waved the sledgehammer in his hand with one hand, as if he were holding a ball of cotton instead of a hammer.

The big man looked at the sledgehammer wielding up and down in his hand, his eyes widened, and his jaw was about to drop, "This is a sixty-pound hammer......

You must know that he has been fighting for decades, and his strength is much greater than that of others, and he can only swing this big hammer dozens of times in a row with all his strength. And the thin young man in front of him waved his hand dozens of times after a while, and he couldn't see the struggling appearance at all, how not to shock him.

"Uncle, is it okay? This thing is too light to use. He danced for a while, but gradually lost interest, and then put down the hammer and said to the big man.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay!" Dahan touched the cold sweat on his head and said quickly.

"Can I work with you, then?" he asked again.

"Yes, you can, but you have to think about it, it's hard work to strike iron. Dahan already wanted this young man in his heart, and a kid with such a strong effort came to his shop, and he didn't know how much effort he had to save to strike iron.

"I'm not afraid of hardship, and I don't have anywhere to go, so I'm grateful that my uncle can take me in. He said with a smile. (https:)

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