The town is very lively, not less than then, even more so than then.

At that time, the young man Fang was five years old, and now although he is a twelve-year-old seven-foot man, his heart has not changed, as white as snow on the ground, but the heat in his heart can melt the whole winter.

The snow stopped and fell, and the boy's eyelashes were also wet by the snow, and he breathed hot air and walked to a blacksmith shop.

In the blacksmith shop, the wood in the stove was burning, and there was the sound of "dangdang" striking iron, and the whole shop was like a stove, and people were already sweating just standing in it.

A blacksmith was striking iron, and the red-hot iron was splashing sparks under his incessant hammering, and beside him was a schoolboy, who was pulling the bellows so that the fire in the furnace would burn more fiercely and roar louder.

The blacksmith saw a young man at the door, put down the hammer in his hand, and walked over with the sweat from his forehead. The boy wore a jacket, which was filled with only some cotton wool, and the effect of keeping out the cold was slight, far from being warm when standing in the blacksmith's shop. The blacksmith was dressed in a sweatshirt, in his forties, with very bright eyes and a dark leather coat, and it is not known whether he was born or roasted by the fire.

The blacksmith said to the young man, "May I ask if the young master wants to make an iron?"

The young man said, "Young Master, do you think I look like a young master?"

The blacksmith looked at the young man, his face was like a crown of jade, and he looked quite delicate and talented, but he was dressed simply, even a little shabby, and he was by no means a famous young master or anything like that.

The blacksmith smiled: "I am a rough man, stupid, if the son wants to strike iron, I will do it, you give money, I will give you iron." ”

The boy smiled, "Now I'm a son again?"

The blacksmith suspected that he had come to find fault with him, and became impatient, so he said, "If you don't strike the iron, leave quickly." ”

The young man smiled: "Uncle, don't be angry. ”

The blacksmith snorted.

The young man said again: "Uncle can forge a sword?"

When the blacksmith heard this, he couldn't help laughing, and the boy wondered, did he tell a joke?

I saw the blacksmith stretch out his hands and say, "Little brother, look, what is this?"

When the boy saw it, wasn't it just a pair of hands, a pair of rough but powerful hands, like even walnuts could be crushed. The boy said, "Hand?"

The blacksmith said, "Yes, it's a hand, it's my hand." And I'm an ironsmith, these hands have followed me for decades, and I can't count the blades made by them, do you think I can forge a sword?"

The young man was heavy, his face was firm, and he said, "Yes." ”

The blacksmith took great interest in the strange boy, who had never seen those eyes, and in those eyes there was fire hidden in the ice. The blacksmith turned to the junior apprentice and said, "Ziang, take this little brother first and take a look at the backyard." The young man answered, and led the boy to the backyard.

The backyard was much brighter than the shop because it was full of snow. There was snow on the ground, and there was snow on the roof.

The blacksmith pointed to the things that were placed in two rows in the backyard, exhaled hot air and said, "Look what is that?"

The boy looked in the direction he was pointing, and the two rows of things were more or less covered with snow, but they flashed from time to time.

It's a weapon. The shining light was the blade of the weapon, the sharp blade, on which not even the snow could hang.

The blacksmith said, "I have made these swords, and the swords I have made are sharp, and the iron is sharpened like clay." ”

The young man vaguely felt that the dark-skinned blacksmith was a bit boastful, so he said, "The sword I want is different from these." ”

The blacksmith said, "Oh?"

The young man said, "I want a sword that cannot be broken." ”

Before the blacksmith could speak, he heard the young apprentice standing next to him laugh and say: "I really know how to laugh, how can there be a sword in the world that will not break? If there is such a sword, I am afraid that it is not made by man, but only by the gods." ”

When the blacksmith heard the young man's words, not only did he not laugh at him, but asked solemnly, "Since the little brother said that the sword should be broken, does that mean that the other swords can be broken?"

The boy said, "Yes." ”

The blacksmith smiled, but he did not mean to laugh, as if he had met a warm smile of a close friend, and said, "Can the little brother tell me what broke the sword?"

The boy said, "Something harder and sharper than a sword." ”

The blacksmith put away his smile: "Then why do you want to forge a sword? ”

The boy was silent, munching on the blacksmith's words, and said, "The sword is the sharpest." ”

The blacksmith laughed, laughing so loudly that it almost shook the snow off the roof, but the young man remained unmoved, and his eyes were calm. And that elementary school apprentice Ang, who is now a second monk, is confused.

The blacksmith smiled: "I think the little brother will become a big thing in the future, but it is still early, the fire is not enough, and it still needs to be tempered." The sword you want, you can get it by this time tomorrow. ”

The young man said, "Thank you, uncle, this is a deposit." ”

The blacksmith pushed away the young man's hand and said, "A good sword is hard to forge, and a good talent is hard to find, I won't take your money." ”

The young man was surprised, but his face did not show it, and the elementary school apprentice Ang was even more strange, why didn't the master take money?

The boy thanked the blacksmith and walked through the blacksmith's shop and left.

The blacksmith watched the seven-foot figure leave, and couldn't help but say, "Good iron, good iron." ”

Ziang suddenly ran to the door, pointed to the table and said, "Master, look." "On the table, it was the silver that had been pushed back by the blacksmith just now. The blacksmith smiled, "Ziang, go and bring that piece of black iron." ”

The boy walked in the town, and there was no sweat on his body, and all that surrounded him was the cold of winter. But the boy did not feel cold, his face was ruddy, not frozen, but excited. He felt the wooden sword in his arms, and before he knew it, he walked to a tavern. Back then, it was here that I met my master, and it was here that I first touched the wooden sword.

"Ying'er!" a man's voice called the boy, the man was running, coughing, as if in pain, it was Leizi. The pain is not due to the weakness of the body, but from the pain of the heart.

The man shouted again: "Ying'er, come home quickly, your grandfather is dying." ”

The young man couldn't hold back any longer, those eyes, which were originally hidden in the ice, were now turned into tears and flowed out.

Ying'er and Leizi returned home, Ying'er knelt beside the bed, holding the hand of an old man, who was so old that his palm was full of calluses, but at the moment he was so gentle. The old man's hands trembled, and his voice trembled: "Ying'er—Ying'er, are you back?"

Qi Ying'er couldn't stop the tears from pouring out, and she couldn't stop the heartache, and said, "I'm back grandpa." ”

The old man said, "It's back—it's good to be back." ”

Leizi also wiped his tears with his sleeve and coughed.

The old man said again: "Ying'er-it's been seven years, and I've been thinking about you leaving me day and night, but I didn't expect that today I left you." ”

Ying'er cried, unable to speak, and didn't know what to say.

The old man said, "Ying'er is crying?" The old man wiped Ying'er's tears, but he couldn't finish wiping them all, "If Ying'er left me, would Ying'er also cry like this?"

Ying'er nodded vigorously, only holding back one sentence, "Hmm." He didn't dare to say more, he was afraid that he couldn't help it, he was afraid that he would cry too loudly and cry so much that he couldn't hear his grandfather's words.

The old man said, "Silly boy. You are the same as your father," the old man coughed, and then added, "Like your father, you are my treasure old man." ”

Ying'er nodded, shed tears, and said, "I know, I know." ”

And now, the old man can no longer hear Ying'er's cry, Ying'er can no longer hear the old man's trembling voice, Ying'er's hand is no longer shaking, Ying'er can't hold back anymore, he cries loudly, crying so much that he can't even hear his own cry.

The snow is still falling. It fell mercilessly, to the ground, to the ground, silently, as quiet as an old man walked. The old man only left one sentence, "Like your father, it is my treasure of the old man." Ying'er had been thinking about this sentence all the time, and her tears turned into ice again and froze on her face.

Ying'er once experienced the pain of her relatives leaving her, but at that time, she didn't feel it, and she didn't understand the feeling of heartache at that time, and she didn't just cry when her heart hurts, at that time, she cried a lot, but she didn't cry once to the heart. When I left my relatives for the first time, was there snow? Ying'er only felt at this time, how cold it was in winter, so cold that it froze her painful heart, and it was so cold that her tears of sadness were frozen.

Qi Laohan suddenly fainted in the courtyard a few days ago and fell in the snow. Leizi went to invite Langzhong, only to learn that his father was seriously ill and had no skills to recover. Qi Laohan told Leizi not to tell Ying'er about this, and he said that he was afraid that Ying'er would not want to leave after he found out. Leizi could only bear the pain silently, and he told Grandpa Ying'er that it was just ordinary typhoid fever, and that it would be good to rest for a few days and eat some. Ying'er didn't want her grandfather to get sick, he was willing to believe that her grandfather was fine, so he believed it. But in the past few days, Ying'er has taken care of her, boiling soup and decoction medicine, taking care of everything, but she found that her grandfather's illness had not improved, and she felt strange. He asked Leizi what was going on, and Leizi saw that he couldn't hide it, so he told him.

Ying'er is sensible and very filial. He knew that his grandfather had good intentions, so he had endured it in front of his grandfather for a few days, without showing sadness or shedding a single tear, because the tears had already flowed the night before.

The snow stopped, the people left, and when they walked silently, without pain. The pain was all in Ying'er's heart, but it also froze the cold.

The old man was buried a few days later, and Ying'er did not keep her filial piety and decided to leave here. The people in the village scolded him for being unfilial, saying that Qi Laohan let him be angry to death, but Leizi knew that no one was more filial than Ying'er. His filial piety is not in the performance, but in his heart, he loves his grandfather, this is filial piety, and it is great filial piety. He left not because he was sad, because Ying'er was sad enough, Ying'er left for that agreement, an agreement seven years ago, which is also filial piety.

Qi Ying'er and Leizi's farewell was very simple, just a simple meal, plus a few simple words, no tears, but found that it was full of love.

After Qi Ying'er left home, she came to the town and went to the blacksmith shop.

As soon as the elementary school apprentice saw that it was Qi Ying'er, he shouted to the backyard: "Master, Master, he's here!" and then said to Qi Ying'er: "I thought you weren't coming, but Master said that you would definitely come back, so he kept me looking out of the door for several days." ”

Qi Ying'er sighed. The young apprentice was full of displeasure, and shouted, "Oh, what do you mean? If we don't get it at the agreed time according to the rules of our shop, we won't give it even if we bring a cart of gold in the future." You're still paying it back?"

A majestic voice said, "Don't be rude!" It was the blacksmith, still wearing the undershirt, who walked in from the backyard.

"Master—" Ziang lowered his head.

The blacksmith said to Qi Ying'er: "Little brother, you are here." ”

Qi Ying'er said, "Hmm." ”

Seeing Qi Ying'er's attitude, Ziang was reluctant again, just wanted to talk about him, and then saw that the master was looking at him, so he swallowed the words back into his stomach.

When the blacksmith saw Qi Ying'er's eyes, the ice in his eyes turned into an ice wall, and the fire burning behind the ice wall was more vigorous than the fire in his own furnace. The blacksmith said, "The sword you want is ready, Ziang, go and get the sword." ”

Ziang looked like the boss was reluctant and took out a sword from the backyard. The sword has a white scabbard with a black hilt, and the gauntlets are no different from ordinary swords, not much delicately carved.

Qi Ying'er took the sword and pulled it out, with a "poof", the sword seemed to be groaning, and the sound was extremely beautiful. Looking at the sword body again, it is straight and not bent, and there are no superfluous patterns, and the sharp blowing of the sword blade can be broken. The whole sword was very lightweight, and even a child like Ziang who was less than ten years old could easily pick it up.

Qi Ying'er said: "Thank you uncle for forging the sword, may I ask what is the name of this sword?"

The blacksmith laughed, "Do you know who I am?

Qi Ying'er shook her head and said, "I don't know." ”

The blacksmith said, "I don't know your name either." ”

Qi Ying'er seemed to understand a little, but she didn't know very well.

"I don't know you, and you don't know me," said the blacksmith, "but you trust me to make a sword, and I am sure that it belongs to you." ”

Qi Ying'er suddenly realized that after thanking the blacksmith here, she left the blacksmith shop, left the town, and left here.

The snow stopped, and Ying'er stepped on the snow and walked to where she was going. And this sword, without a name.