The mighty river of Qiantang River, day and night, bypasses the edge of Niujia Village in Lin'an Prefecture endlessly, and flows into the sea in the east, while also watering the hope of farmers who live by farming along the coast.

There are dozens of black cypress trees in a row on the riverside, and the leaves are as red as fire, and it is the time of September. The weeds in front of and behind the village have just begun to turn yellow, and under the reflection of the slanting sun, they add a bit of depression.

I still remember the dusk and twilight, the ancient road slanting sun donkey, the heart that fell to the dust was soft, and it secretly bloomed in the watering of memories.

Under the two big pine trees sat Wan Yankang, with half of his sleeves rolled up, and the hem of his shirt was inserted into the belt, looking like he was working in the fields. In fact, he has just returned from watering in the fields, and he has been working in the Qiantang River and Tianqi for a whole day, and the whole vegetable field is now full of water.

I didn't want to go back, so Wan Yankang stayed under the pine tree at the head of the village and looked at the slanting sun among the black cypress trees, watching the crows returning to their nests and playing among the trees.

Naturally, he remembered the day when he came with a donkey on the ancient road, and the smile on his beautiful face bloomed like a begonia flower, and the smile that made the softness in his heart drip into the dust.

That can be regarded as the first love, Wan Yanhong raised a self-deprecating smile on the corner of his mouth, he had a concubine when he was a little prince, but only that one could really make him really tempted.

A chance encounter, a smile.

Love sometimes comes so suddenly, but not recklessly.

After returning from Jiaxing, in order not to let Yang Tiexin and his wife worry, Wan Yankang stayed, and devoted himself to being a Han peasant child, carrying water, farming, wearing the sun, and watching the river. Sigh that time is rushing.

Wan Yankang actually doesn't have too much affection for Yang Tiexin. The same goes for everyone else.

Thinking of this, Yan Kang couldn't help but think of Yue Ziran. Since that conversation at the Dongting Lake Inn, he felt that they were the same kind of people, and they belonged to the same person who suddenly told you that he was your biological father one day.

Because when he talked to Yue Ziran about the revenge of Qiu Qianren of Iron Palm Peak for killing his father, Yue Ziran avoided the words "parents" if he could.

He is a Han, but he has been a little prince of the Dajin Kingdom for 18 years, and now he has become a Han again. After living in Niujia Village for a few days, Wan Yankang occasionally felt ridiculous when he had this thought in his spare time, and then felt a little bitter. He has some hatred for the weak, Wanyan Honglie, Yang Tiexin and others.

The concepts and beliefs established in the past eighteen years collapsed overnight, and even he was tied to the Qiantang River by his family, and it was not a good feeling to watch others create legends and listen to others become the protagonists of the storytelling.

Occasionally, he would inevitably go to the wine shop to drink, and listen to the guests and Xiao Er in the wine shop express their happiness about the current fate of the Jin people, and scold the Jin people for their cruelty in the past. When he was at home, Yang Tiexin kept telling him about things like Jingkang's shame back then, and said that the Jin people were not in every way.

Wan Yankang actually didn't want to hear it, he had been the little prince of the Jin people for eighteen years. How can the Jin people not know about the oppression of the Han people?

It's just that I don't want to see it weakly, so I just force a smile. However, Wan Yankang also felt something, he found that people from different walks of life actually look at different angles, for ordinary people, brutality is worthy of condemnation, but for the education he received in 18 years, the law of the jungle eats the strong, but that's it.

The white clouds are long, and the sunset is full of sky.

Wan Yankang knows that this should not be his life. Goshawks are destined to soar into the sky, and Wan Yankang knows that he is one of them.

Now it's just a stopgap measure.

Yang Tiexin walked out of the village, and after seeing Yan Kang alone under the pine tree, he went back with confidence.

Bao Xiqiao is now sick and can't get out of bed, although Wan Yankang's return has made her feel better, but her body has collapsed after all, and there is not much time left for her.

Listening to Yang Tiexin coming back in bed, she coughed a few times and asked, "Where is Kang'er?" She had to ask many times a day, and she was afraid that Yan Kang would go again.

"Rest at the head of the village. Yang Tiexin entered the house, found a low stool to sit on, and said, "I have cooked the white porridge, you can drink it while it is hot when it is cooler." ”

Bao Xi smiled weakly and said weakly: "You too, how can you drink it while it's hot when it's cold?"

Yang Tiexin smiled, he put the porridge on the head of the bed, and then sat down to repair the rusty iron plowshare he was holding in his hand.

"Some time ago, Kang'er specially asked me about Nianci. Bao Xi weakly sat up and said.

"Nianci's parents have the plague, she has been an orphan since she was a child, she depends on me for her life, she lives in the rivers and lakes, she is a simple child, what is there to inquire about. "Yang Tiexin's work in his hands is non-stop.

Bao Xiweak obviously didn't mean this, she paused, and after thinking about it, she said: "Zhizi Mo Ruomu, I noticed that he likes Nianci's child. ”

Yang Tiexin stopped his movements, paused, and said, "It's wrong, how could Kang'er fall in love with Nianci?" He still remembered that when he was recruiting relatives in the martial arts competition, Wanyan Kang's appearance of teasing Mu Nianci from above.

After a while, Bao Xiweak took a sip of porridge and said leisurely: "He is your son, a child of a poor family, how can there be anything that cannot be looked at?"

Yang Tiexin smiled bitterly in his heart, he could feel it, the gap between him and Wan Yankang was very big, but they didn't show it when they were weak and seriously ill.

Before the door was closed, a sudden gust of wind blew and rolled the curtains. Afraid that she would catch a cold, Yang Tiexin got up and closed the door.

'Autumn is coming to an end, and winter is coming. "I haven't seen the four seasons of Niujia Village for many years, but fortunately, there is only one winter left this year." ”

Yang Tiexin didn't answer, and the air was filled with sadness.

"But it doesn't matter if you look at it or not. When Bao Xiweak said this, Yang Tiexin raised his head and interrupted her, signaling her not to talk nonsense, but Bao Xiweak smiled miserably and said: "It was winter back then, if I hadn't done more, I'm afraid our Guo and Yang families would be fine, I'm sorry for you." ”

Yang Tiexin put down the work in his hand, sat down at the head of the bed and held her hand and said, "Don't say anything frustrating, everything was fate back then, and we can't hide from it." ”

"The Buddha often said that saving a life is better than building a seven-level floating slaughter, but now he understands that he is wrong. Bao Xiwan held Yang Tiexin's heart and said lightly: "I just hope you don't blame me." ”

"How could it be. Yang Tiexin forced a smile and comforted: "Don't think about useless things, it's true to take care of your body earlier." ”

Bao Xiwan shook his head and said: "My own body knows it, to be honest, I used to blame you, blame you for giving up our mother and son to save Sister-in-law Guo, but now I think the fault is on me alone, but in the end, the sin was endured by you, I feel guilty." At this point, tears welled up in her eyes: "Now that I die, I am also relieved." ”

Yang Tiexin wanted to be comforted, but he didn't know what to say.

"However, I still have a wish to fulfill. Bao Xiqiao said: "That's Kang'er, he is back now, but I know that his heart is not here." ”

Yang Tiexin was silent.

"Why don't you find him the girl he likes, and tie him to you. Bao Xiqiao finally said his purpose: "In this way, Kang'er will not leave, you will not be lonely, and I will have no regrets about leaving." ”

Yang Tiexin hesitated, and shook his head after a moment. (To be continued......)

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