As soon as he heard that Zhong Qingye had not settled down tonight, the old man immediately showed a sincere smile and said enthusiastically: "In that case, Mr. Ye Qing will rest at the old man's house tonight. []"
Zhong Qingye was stunned, and instinctively shook his head and refused: "No, why do I have the nerve to disturb you?"
"Hahaha" the old man stood up, and slapped Zhong Qingye's shoulders heavily with his hands as thin as a withered vine. Although this old man was old and thin, the strength of his hands was not small, and he slapped her hard.
He went down and hit Zhong Qingye's injured left shoulder, which was still injured. The pain made Zhong Qingye's eyes twitch and his face turned pale.
However, the old man didn't respond at all. He patted him once, and patted him several more times. He laughed and said, "Old man, you are a good young man. You are cheerful and polite. You are younger than my dead child."
In a few years, you can stop being polite and go ahead!"
Zhong Qingye smiled bitterly and shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, no, no need to disturb..."
"Why are you bothering me? There is only one old lady in my house. It is already very quiet. If I take you to a lively place, my wife will be very happy."
The old man said and pointed forward: "The next stop is a famous town. The village I live in is on the edge of the town. It's getting late now and you have nowhere to go. So don't be too late and go back with me."
Let’s rest for a night and recharge ourselves so that we can continue our journey tomorrow.”
"No, I..." Before Zhong Qingye could finish his words, he saw that the old man had already picked up the fish basket at his feet, swung his hands and carried it behind his shoulders, with a smile almost all over his face.
Every wrinkle, he waved his hand to signal her not to say any more, turned around and walked into the cabin.
"I..." Zhong Qingye took two steps after him and was about to speak.
"That's it. The ship will dock in half an hour. Then I will come to the bow to find you." After the old man finished speaking, he walked into the cabin in a flash.
Zhong Qingye stood alone on the bow of the boat, with black lines covering his head.
This old man really... doesn't even listen to what others say...
After being quiet for a while, she turned around and looked at the dotted lights in the mist in front of her. She raised her left hand a little higher, and the cold light flickered in her palm, turning slightly, almost piercing her heart and soul.
That’s all, it’s a blessing, not a curse, it’s a curse that cannot be avoided.
Anyway, there was nothing wrong with her. It was strange for the old man to come up and say it was normal, but it was not a big deal when she said there was something wrong. Instead of guessing, it was better to go for it.
Nothing is best. Even if something does happen, if you can solve it as soon as possible, don't put it off all the time.
After thinking about this, Zhong Qingye tied the dagger to her left wrist again. Just as she was about to stretch her body, she accidentally touched the unhealed wound on the back of her left shoulder. She gritted her teeth in pain and felt goosebumps all over her body.
It fell to the ground.
Sure enough, as the old man said, about half an hour later, the ship slowly stopped at a pier. Some people dressed in different clothes packed up their things and prepared to get off the ship. Zhong Qingye glanced at the people who came out of the messy cabin.
The old man had a habitual smile on his face.
The old man who came here is very familiar with the river line and can accurately grasp the speed of the boat and the docking time. The wind in the Chishui River is sometimes strong and sometimes weak, which is difficult to figure out. If you don't live on this river line all year round, you should
There is no way to calculate the boat stopping time so accurately.
Is it because I am too suspicious? Or is it that after these days of stress, I have become a warrior?
Zhong Qingye lowered his head and touched the dagger on his wrist, and smiled non-sarcastically.
"Master Ye Qing, we are almost there." The old man's slightly hoarse but cheerful voice suddenly came from beside him. Zhong Qingye raised his head and saw a smile on his face. He stretched out his hand and pointed in front of him. Zhong Qingye followed his gaze.
, I saw a faint orange light coming from behind a small hill.
"Have we reached the light yet? That's the village where I live." The old man's tone was brisk. Although it had become hoarse and deep due to old age, his obvious joy made up for this small shortcoming.
Zhong Qingye looked at his smiling face and suddenly felt very jealous of this simple happiness.
Ordinary people always hope to become great and extraordinary, but those great people who have achieved fame all hope to return to the most ordinary life. This is really a very strange and ridiculous phenomenon.
Zhong Qingye is not a great person, nor is she an extraordinary person. In the final analysis, her life is like a tool, constantly robbing other people's lives. I don't know when it started, the simplest happiness, the most ordinary person.
Ordinary happiness, for her, has become an unattainable luxury.
Zhong Qingye is not a very emotional person, but every time he sees other people's families enjoying themselves, he always feels very envious, and then an uncontrollable regret arises in his heart.
She couldn't even remember what she was regretting.
"Honey, honey, come out quickly! We have guests at home, honey." The old man's beaming voice interrupted Zhong Qingye's thoughts, and upon closer inspection, he realized that he had reached the village unknowingly.
This is a very ordinary and ordinary small village. It is large or small. There are dozens of houses scattered in an orderly manner. The roofs are still made of thick straw. The brown broken wood branches are made of hemp.
Once the rope is tied, inserted into the ground around the house, and a small wooden gate is installed, it becomes a simple fence.
The ground is ordinary land. Due to human trampling all year round, most of the grass has disappeared. Only some small corners such as the corners of the house are still growing, and the green appearance looks particularly strong. There are scattered things on the ground.
Dozens of houses are lined up near or far from the rubble, and warm candlelight shines from the simple wooden openings.
It was not completely dark yet, and several young children were still playing together, with bright smiles on their young and smooth faces. The crisp children's voices sounded from time to time, mixed with the occasional crowing of chickens and dogs.
Together, they are intertwined into a row of happy pictures.
A young woman came out of the room and gently called her child to go home for dinner. Her laughter echoed and a beautiful scene unfolded in front of Zhong Qingye.
Seeing everything simple and simple here, Zhong Qingye suddenly thought about how much enjoyment it would be if he could live in a place like this for a long time and listen to the rain fall in the morning sun...