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Now I remember Jiangnan music,

At that time, he was young and thin.

Horseback leaning bridge,

Full of red sleeves.

Cuiping gold buckling,

Drunk in the flowers.

See the flower branches at this degree,

White head vows not to return.

Many times I have wanted to write an essay with the inscription "I was young and thin". Somehow, this poem always gives people infinite reverie. Looking at the whole word, there are no other highlights other than this sentence, which can be called the finishing touch. I just read the reply of the altar friend "xmik9000" about infinite possibilities, and suddenly the following words gradually came to my mind. The text is not right, so the name is called "Young at the time", the name of the person, of course, it is still borrowed from the works of Guan Da, I really can't think of any creative name.

Some people say that I will carefully remember every step I have taken, lest I make a mistake if I have the opportunity to do it all over again, and the result of taking any wrong step or even kicking a stone on the road may not be able to meet you again, but I want to meet you every time, and repeat it completely, forever. (That "someone" is me, and this passage is obviously used to please girls, ahem.) Don't get me wrong, I've never used it. ）

So let's assume that on a certain day, Zhang Xingyan's family has no insects.

That's how it begins.

I was young

—Written for the first volume of the fairy road

"Xianggong, get up!!"

Life is sometimes like a choppy river, no matter how angular the hard rock will eventually turn into a pebble on the river beach one day, you can only adapt to it, but you can't break free from the trap of fate.

For Li Xiaomei, becoming a pebble does not mean that she is supple in character. This can be seen from the terrible roar in this life every morning, and the former first beauty of Dongmen Street is now just an ordinary market citizen.

Every day, I reluctantly get up in such a voice, open the door, welcome guests, and keep running for the bench of the sister-in-law of the east family and the water tank of the uncle of the west family. Today's awakening can also be regarded as a good hand at mending pots and cutting on the street. Li Ji's grocery store was handed over to Xingyan to take care of when Li Xiaomei married into the Zhang family ten years ago. For more than ten years, Lao Zhangtou and Lao Li Tou can only live at home for a long time, although the days are hard, but the children are filial, so they can live a smooth life.

"Wake up, wake up," Xingyan reluctantly climbed out of the warm quilt, shook his head and said, "It turns out that the meaning of the name that the old master Ji helped me with this name is 'to be woken up by my wife's words every day', the old master is really far-sighted, think about it carefully, I really admire it!"

Li Xiaomei didn't eat him: "Don't chew the words, I was deceived by you at the beginning, and after I got married, I found out that the words you know can also fill my sewing kit, who are you still blinding?"

Awakening smiled awkwardly. Indeed, he went to private school back then, and most of his daily time was spent on ideas to earn some meager household expenses, and every time the old master lectured, he was almost a fugue, but in the end, in addition to knowing a few words and memorizing a few articles, the others were on par with Li Xiaomei, who had never been to a private school for a day. At first, he thought that Xiaomei was born to know, but later he slowly found that what he had learned was just not on the table.

"Lady, why don't you see Xiao Muyun?" Xingyan searched every corner of the store and found that the child was gone. The name Zhang Muyun was chosen by himself. What kind of pride is the so-called turning the wind and smiling at the sky? Xingyan completely pinned his childhood unfinished dream on his son. However, this son is not as peaceful and sensible as Xingyan Xiao—after all, the living conditions that Xingyan now gives his son are much better than when he was younger—disappears day by day.

"He, I guess he went to Qinghe Old Road early in the morning. ”

"By the way, Xianggong, Daoxianglou bought a few brand new desktops from us, and you can find a few people to carry them over when you open the door in a while." ”

"I'll go now, and come back early to see what else I have to do. ”

Xingyan spent a few coppers from the street and hired a few idlers to deliver goods with him. Boss Liu of Daoxianglou is almost sixty years old, but today he has not dragged the awakening words, and some of them have been idle for a long time. What princess of the capital is marrying in a foreign land, what is the dragon king of the South China Sea on March 3 and the clouds and rain, etc. made Xingyan extremely suspicious that the old man was in a trance, what is the movement of the Dragon King of the South China Sea, which mortals can know?

"Boss Liu, I haven't helped him make up the only pot in Uncle Wang's house, I won't go back, his family should go to my house to eat for nothing at noon." ”

finally sacrificed the reputation of the Wang family pot to get rid of Old Man Liu's entanglement, but he met with Qinghe Old Road on the road. I want to turn around when I wake up, so as not to be nagged about my childhood again—this morning is almost over. Now he is no longer the ignorant young man who used to be entangled with Lao Dao every day, his sons are all old, and the dream lover of the year has become his wife. Although life is poor, there is nothing lacking. Now he is, even if the old Tao begs him to get started, he probably can't give up this family affection.

Lao Dao was quick-eyed, grabbed Xingyan and said, "Xingyan, I was looking for you?"

"What's the matter?"

"It's not for cultivation. ”

"If you were a child, I wouldn't go. ”

"Cut, I'm not talking about you. Qinghe grabbed Xingyan's shoulder, and there were tears in his eyes, "I mean your family Muyun, I found that this kid is very talented, and he will definitely be able to carry forward my Taoism - alas, I said, don't go, I haven't finished talking yet...... Stinky boy, you don't respect the old too much, be careful that I will hit you with thunder...... You wait......"

Xingyan shook off his big stride, left the old liar behind, and went straight home. Mu Yun is already at home for the first time, and he is lying on Xiaomei's body and coquettish. How excited he was to marry Li Xiaomei, it can be said that he danced for it, and as time passed, Xiaomei's appearance did not fade much, but it had become dull in her eyes. It's like looking at the clouds in the sky, knowing that they are beautiful, but there will be no unrest in the soul. Gone are the days when young people were so emotional. Now that I am almost the Qingming Festival, I am still wearing medium-thick cotton clothes, and the time of my childhood has already become blurred.

"Dad," Xiao Muyun saw Xingyan enter the door and hurriedly got up from his mother's arms and threw himself on Xingyan, "Today, Qinghe Dao Chang said that he would accept me as an apprentice." ”

Xingyan hurriedly said: "Son, my father was also deceived by him when he was a child, you can't trust him." Secretly scolded again, disrespectful to the old. "Wait, what's going on with you?"

Mu Yunxiao's face flushed: "I went to my grandfather's batch of fields today and accidentally fell asleep." ”

"Oh. "It's normal for children to be playful, but Xingyan doesn't intend to scold children for this.

Xiao Muyun looked at Xingyan who was not angry but broke free from his embrace, stood upright in front of Xingyan's eyes, and posed and said, "Dad, do you think I am different today?!"

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Guan Pingchao's brief comment: A joking article, read out the vicissitudes of life, thank you hualuo!