It is easy to fall asleep in the spring, autumn and summer, but it is difficult to wake up in the cold winter months.

It is originally a widely circulated joke in the countryside, but the truth can always be found. Except for those who still have fun and shopping, or have not yet made up their mind to buy food and toys for the New Year, most of them are not willing to go out.

Adults who have worked hard outside for almost a whole year have returned home. After finishing all the tedious things, they are naturally happy to spend time at home and gather with their children. Especially if the elderly are still alive and the children are still alive, even if they have nothing to do at home, chat and sleep.

, the time to sleep is also very practical.

But how can everyone in a city have leisure time and the blessing of stopping for a while? When the New Year is approaching, the watchers have to take on a new job. They take advantage of the time of walking around to watch the clock and go to the city one by one.

Knocking on the door of a house, going in to see if there is any fire hazard, and then moving on to another house. With nearly two months approaching the end of the year, every ten days, houses all over the city have to be inspected, and nothing can be found.

Zhang Qingping is the watchman in the city. There are actually many watchmen in a powerful city. Moreover, Zhang Qingping does not have a good reputation. The reason is no one mentions it now. It is just that the people in the city mention this young man who has no children.

I always look down upon an old single man without a wife, thinking that this person is idle all day long and has no skills. He is obviously still strong but unwilling to find a good job, let alone gossips that always hurt people, no matter where they are.

This is the case. Therefore, whenever Zhang Qingping wears an old coat that is quite shabby and has no trace of fur anymore, when he plays gongs and bangs, passers-by will always look at the man with disdain, and inevitably curl their lips, showing disgust. However,

It's a pity that although Zhang Qingping is idle all day long and never saves money, his temper is not necessarily bad. Even some children on the street imitate their own adults' talk and make up a few jingles to bury Zhang Qingping.

After making an ugly appearance, he continued to leisurely wander around the streets and alleys, borrowing all the places where he could get credit. When the watchman got the meager money, he paid it off one by one, and suddenly his money bag was empty and he was embarrassed.

If there is nothing special about extremely lazy people like Zhang Qingping, it may be that when they see a scholar waving his hair at the entrance of the street, he often likes to put his sleeves in his hands and brush it, and he has not done so for many years.

He smiled strangely a few times with his beard, and he didn't know whether he saw the way. He kept looking at it for a long time, until he felt disgusted and left or stopped writing for a while, then he left happily without uttering a word. But in the first two or three years,

, there once was a very admired literary talent. Whenever someone talked about knowledge or picked up a pen and ink, Zhang Qingping, who was all slovenly and shabby, would come up to him. After asking about Zhang Qingping's origins, he sighed.

It is really distressing to say that this person is also a very miserable person. With such a miserable person by his side, how can I make people calm down and study hard? It is best to get rid of him as soon as possible.

Therefore, when Zhang Qingping had nothing to do, he could only watch the scholars from a distance. Every time he tried to get closer, he would always be chased away.

Like a wild dog covered in plague.

Not long ago, Zhang Qingping came to visit and accidentally learned that there was a swordsman with a not very good-looking face in the mansion that had been unoccupied for a long time. When he came to visit, Zhang Qingping knocked on the door dozens of times in the heavy snow. The young swordsman was the one who went out to open the door.

At the door of the house, he saw Zhang Qingping, who was almost covered with snow, and quickly invited him into the house. He said that he had been easily distracted recently, and it happened that the wind was blowing loudly at the moment. He really didn't pay attention, but he bothered Zhang Qingping to wait outside for a long time, which was really wrong.

It seems that the brazier in the swordsman's home is too warm, and it seems that the swordsman always speaks softly and slowly, and his face is obviously very poor, but he can still chat with Zhang Qingping, who is looked down upon by the people in the city. From now on,

Zhang Qingping always takes advantage of the free time to go to the swordsman's house and chat for a while, like a monk who has practiced silent meditation for many years and has never spoken.

Bing, if it wasn't his turn to be on duty today, Zhang Qingping would go to the swordsman's house, and sometimes he would use his remaining money to buy a bottle of wine, half on credit and half on credit.

As for how to tell that this man was a swordsman, Zhang Qingping had never heard anyone mention the killing of dragons on the Yunzhong River, and he was not smart enough to tell the clues from the calluses on the young man's hands, but he just felt that this young man should use a sword.

Good player.

And Yun Zhong never shied away from him. When Zhang Qingping came, he would always heat the brazier hotter without speaking much, boil his own good wine together with the bad wine Zhang Qingping brought, and drink it himself.

He gave up the good wine to Zhang Qingping, but he gave up the good wine to Zhang Qingping, which made the latter feel a little sorry. But when he looked at Yun Zhong's smiling face, he quickly felt relieved.

These days, Yun Zhong has not gone out too much. There is still food and wine left in the mansion. At most, he only goes to the opposite door in the middle of the night when no one is around to see if the walls of Ye Zhai's mansion are crushed by snow. He sweeps the snow off the ground early and spends the rest of the time.

I spend the whole day idle in my mansion, often looking at the dim light of the fire and losing my mind. But when I come back to my senses, I don’t know what I was thinking just now, so I met this Zhang Qingping for no reason. To Yun Zhong, it doesn’t necessarily mean anything.

Bad thing, at least listening to this man's inarticulate chatter always makes people feel that he is still in the world, like a fine needle piercing the stitches of dense clothes. It is rare to be able to breathe a little.

Perhaps even Zhang Qingping didn't realize it. The more he talked, the more he couldn't stop talking. From the interesting things he had seen in the city over the years and the few stories he heard from storytellers, he wanted to tell them all. I don't know because he didn't have anything to say in his daily life.

There were no relatives or friends, so Zhang Qingping unknowingly talked about his family affairs. Zhang Qingping was originally a scholar, and his family background was not bad. His parents had a son late in life, and they both passed away before Zhang Qingping was born.

There was no serious illness or disaster, and he died at the end of his life. Moreover, his son and son had already arranged for marriage, so he passed away peacefully.

Zhang Qingping has not mentioned this matter for many years, but when it is brought up now, Zhang Qingping does not seem to shy away from it, but his tone is much softer than usual.

When his parents met for a match, Zhang Qingping was unwilling to do so at all costs. He said he already had a sweetheart. He was so anxious that Zhang Qingping's old father broke his favorite folding fan. It took nearly two years to figure out what Zhang Qingping meant.

His sweetheart is the girl he fell in love with. She is a perfect match and a childhood sweetheart, which makes both families laugh and cry. From what Yun Zhong heard, it is really rare for childhood sweethearts to be in the same household. But look at the embarrassed appearance of the man now. In the end

He didn't ask further, nor did he stop the man from continuing to talk. He just nodded with a smile and whispered softly, making me a little envious. This kind of thing cannot happen except for great blessings.

But as Zhang Qingping continued to talk, Yun Zhong soon stopped laughing. Three years after the marriage, his wife became pregnant, and Zhang Qingping always had to go out when it was getting late to buy some food to replenish his body, which was never too much.

The delay was only one drink a day and wandering around the city. I was delayed for nearly half an hour. Unexpectedly, before leaving, I accidentally knocked over the charcoal fire without noticing it. By the time I returned home, the fire had already reached the sky.

In the end, Zhang Qingping, who had lost all hope, did not die. He just left the city and returned here several years later. He stopped studying and became a slovenly man doing nothing. The people in the city felt pity for him, so he gave him a job.

Errands, living in such a muddle until now.

Zhang Qingping said that in fact, this incident happened not long ago, and he was not thinking too much about it. He had already forgotten the general idea. Now that he mentions it, he does not feel too sad or unbearable. Moreover, many things in the world, such as the autumn wind, will stop when they stop. Let’s immerse ourselves in it.

, there is still no regret left at all, but the most difficult thing to bear is that one day many years later, I had a full meal and thought of it for no reason, which added countless sorrows.

Zhang Qingping didn't come today, and Yun Zhong rarely packed up and walked out of the mansion. In the middle of winter, it was still gloomy and the snow didn't know when it would fall. He went to a noodle stall not far away and asked for a bowl of noodles. He just buried his head, and then suddenly

Startled for a moment, he finished eating without saying a word, put down the copper coins and left slowly.

The owner of the noodle stall also recognized Yun Zhong, who often came to take care of his business. After not seeing him for a long time, he naturally came up to chat for a few words. But when he saw Yun Zhong's face again, he stopped, scratched his forehead suspiciously, and came to the empty space.

He sniffed the bowl vigorously, his brows furrowed. The waiter on the side, who was very observant, was also suspicious. He looked at the stall owner and said, "Young Master Yun is very familiar with you. Why haven't you seen me for a long time? Why didn't you call me when you came to the door?

Say hello to someone who knows etiquette well, what’s going on now?”

"I didn't ask to the point. I only know how to show off my wits." The stall owner had a bad expression, but he was still suspicious. He smelled the empty bowl again, thinking about it and wondering, "Boy, do you think my skills are getting better or better recently?"

Bad?"

The waiter was very polite and raised his finger, "In terms of noodle making skills in this city, even if you can't say that you are the top one, you are still in the top three. Of course, the more you make, the more delicious it becomes."

"But no matter how delicious it is, how can you still cry after eating a bowl of ordinary hot noodles?"

Yun Zhong walked back to the mansion in the snow without saying a word, closed the front door and stood in the courtyard.

I vaguely remember that when I was hungry and eating noodles in a hurry, I couldn't help but burn my mouth. My mother would mostly smile and scold her, and then tell Yun Zhong to pick up the noodles and blow them to let them cool before eating. Then she saw Yun Zhong's clumsy look.

, always take the bowl in his hand, blow it to cool down and then pass it to Yun Zhong, watching Yun Zhong gobble up the noodles with a smile on his face.

Just now, there was a scholar at the noodle stall who borrowed the desk to use his pen and ink and twisted the paper in a way that looked very much like a girl. At that time, Yun Zhong was practicing swordsmanship. A girl was sitting behind Yunzhong who was practicing swordsmanship, twisting very complicated patterns.

The small characters with flowers on the hairpin were written on the scroll, and then they were rubbed on the iron scroll. He often raised his eyes to look at Yun Zhong, who was practicing his sword seriously, with a peaceful smile.

When wandering the alley without anyone to rely on, I can always think of the scene in which there were people in front of me and behind me.

The sky is cloudy and icy, and it is clear that the snow has stopped and started to pick up again when the wind blows.


Chapter completed!