Xian Wuyou moved Qin Yu on his back to Baichuan Town, three miles away.
The entire Forgotten City is divided into nearly a hundred towns, and Baichuan Town is one of them.
In fact, it is called a town. There are only eleven households in the entire Baichuan Town, with a population of less than thirty people. It is not an exaggeration to call it a village.
Qin Yu's new home is a wooden house built of tree trunks. There are two wooden houses, and the other is Xian Wuyou's house. After living here, Qin Yu has truly integrated into the life of the Forgotten City.
On this day, Qin Yu was lying on the wicker chair woven by Xian Wuyou, feeling the coolness of the cold wind blowing his hair, closing his eyes slightly, with a look of enjoyment on his face.
Although the simple days were not as passionate as in the past, the quiet time made Qin Yu relax wholeheartedly, and he felt comfortable and calm like never before.
"Are you...are you that "ghost"??" When Qin Yu's thoughts returned to chaos, a childish voice sounded.
Qin Yu squinted his eyes slightly, but saw a head coming over. This was a boy with a tiger-like head and a tiger-like head. The boy was about eight or nine years old, with a look of curiosity and fear on his face. He was the Xiao Shan that Xian Wuyou mentioned.
I have to say that the last glimpse scared Xiao Shan into nightmares for several days.
Qin Yu sat and lay down with difficulty. Although Xian Wuyou collected dew for Qin Yu every day, the spiritual power contained in the dew was really limited. It could only recover Qin Yu's superficial injuries. It was almost impossible to recover his spine.
Like ascending to heaven.
When Xiao Shan saw Qin Yu struggling, although he still felt fear in his heart, he still obediently stepped forward to help Qin Yu.
"Do you still think I look like a "ghost" now?" Qin Yu couldn't help but laugh on a whim.
After Xiaoshan looked at Qin Yu seriously for a long time, he shook his head and said: "No, I know. Sister Axiu said that you were injured, but... you are not worthy of Sister Axiu now.
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Now it was Qin Yu's turn to look stiff. He didn't know how to answer Xiao Shan's words. The conversation had changed too quickly.
"By the way, big brother, did you marry Sister Axiu at that time?" Xiaoshan tilted his head, looked at Qin Yu, and asked seriously.
Qin Yu was at a loss for words. After being stunned for a long time, he not only smiled and said: "You are a kid. Children should not get involved in adults' affairs."
"What do you mean, I can't get involved in adult matters? Well, as long as it's Sister Axiu's matter, I, Xiaoshan, can get involved." Xiaoshan said with a determined look.
Immediately, he rolled his eyes, glanced around furtively, and whispered in Qin Yu's ear: "Brother, just marry Sister Axiu. You don't know that since you came,
Sister Axiu is much happier than before. Sometimes she will hum a tune while walking alone. I heard from my mother that Sister Axiu may have fallen in love with you."
Qin Yu smiled bitterly. He didn't expect that he would be forced into marriage by a child... He touched Xiaoshan's head and said: "Okay, Xiaoshan, I will carefully consider what you said, okay?"
Xiaoshan hesitated for a moment, nodded heavily, and said, "Okay, then I'll wait for you. I'm going to learn knitting from Grandpa Mang." After saying that, Xiaoshan jumped to the side.
Watching Xiao Shan's leaving figure, the bitter smile on Qin Yu's face gradually stiffened, and his brows also furrowed.
In the past few months, he has indeed ignored this issue, or in other words, he is deliberately not thinking about it.
All along, Qin Yu has actually been wondering why Xian Wuyou took such good care of him. If Xian Wuyou took pity on him before, it was because he wanted to get answers from himself, but now it has been nine months in a row...
"Could it be that Xian Wuyou really likes me?" Qin Yu frowned.
After a long time, Qin Yu sighed: "I probably hope that I am overthinking."
Over the years, his desire and pursuit of strength have never changed. He has a blood feud and will never waste time on relationships, whether it was in the past or today.
Moreover, Qin Yu's guess about this forgotten place is that it is likely to be the same as the eternal world, both true and false. Even if he is tempted, then the relationship between the two will never blossom and bear fruit, and it will only be sad in the end.
Therefore, Qin Yu will not be emotional, nor does he want Xian Wuyou to be emotional.
Just like her name, Qin Yu hopes that she will be worry-free throughout her life.
"Grandpa Mang, Xiaoshan just wants to learn weaving and weave beautiful things like Sister Axiu. For this carving, Xiaoshan doesn't want to learn..."
Just when Qin Yu was deep in thought, Xiao Shan's childish voice came from a hundred meters away. Qin Yu turned his head slightly and saw Xiao Shan squatting in a small courtyard. In front of Xiao Shan was an old man with white hair and beard.
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The old man's surname is Mang. He is the eldest man in Baichuan Town. He is good at weaving various furniture and daily necessities. The things he weaves are deeply loved by the people of the Forgotten City. Xian Wuyou's weaving technology is learned from the old man surnamed Mang.
have to.
"To make a perfect work, various factors are needed. Weaving only creates its shape, wood shapes its bones, and carving depicts its spirit. Only the combination of the three can create a perfect work, just like Baichuan
Only then can they gather into the sea."
"Of the three, none is indispensable, but describing its spirit is the most critical and important. No matter how well you weave it, no matter how hard the bones you create, if you cannot describe its spirit, it will always be just an object, not a work, so
, If you want to learn how I make, you should learn carving first." Old Mang said with a gentle smile.
"Only when hundreds of rivers can converge into the sea..." Qin Yu was not only filled with emotion when he heard Mang Lao's words, but although the old man's words sounded ordinary, they contained great truth and great artistic conception.
"Then why can Sister Axiu learn? Has Sister Axiu already learned carving?" Xiao Shan said gloomily.
"Of course, your sister Axiu's carvings are no longer inferior to me." Mr. Mang said with a smile.
"Okay, then I'll learn sculpture." Xiaoshan compromised.
Qin Yu laughed dumbly.
The quiet days seem dull, but not everyone can discover the beauty in the dullness, but Qin Yu has discovered it and is enjoying it.
On this day, Qin Yu was lying on a wicker chair, quietly looking at Xian Wuyou not far away. She was concentrating on her work, with ten pieces of rattan armor neatly placed beside her.
I heard that this was knitted for a guard of a wealthy family in the Forgotten City. Because of the generous reward, Xian Wuyou has been busy for nearly half a month.
Looking at Xian Wuyou's delicate hands that were dyed jet black by the vines, and looking at the linen clothes that were wet with sweat, Qin Yu felt very unbearable and moved in his heart.
No matter how busy she is, Xian Wuyou will always go to collect dew for Qin Yu early in the morning, and read books to Qin Yu when she comes back. After doing this, she will start her busy day.
"Wuyou, don't collect dew anymore. It won't have much effect on my injury, okay?" Qin Yu said after Xian Wuyou completed a piece of armor.
Xian Wuyou raised his head. The dark golden mask covered his face. Although he couldn't see the expression on his face, Qin Yu saw a line of sweat under the mask, which made Qin Yu couldn't help but tremble in his heart.
It hurt a bit.
"It's okay. As long as I can complete a hundred pieces of armor, the Li family will pay me half a catty of spiritual grain. By then, taking the dew and spiritual grain together should make you recover." Xian Wuyou said expectantly.
The throbbing pain in his heart became even more severe. Although Qin Yu wanted to ask Xian Wuyou why he was so kind to him, the words were suppressed again in his throat. He hesitated for a long time before saying: "By the way, Wuyou, remember to weave the protective fabric you knitted."
Leave your mark under the armor, maybe someday the armor woven by Wuyou will be passed down for generations."
"Mark? What is the mark?" Xian Wuyou asked curiously.
"The mark represents you. It can be a pattern or a word. You can use whatever you want." Qin Yu explained.
"Then...if it were you, what would you like to replace it with?" Xian Wuyou lowered his head and thought for a long time, then raised his head and asked.
Qin Yu was shocked, smiled, and said, "Before I answer you, please promise me something."
"What's the matter?" Xian Wuyou asked.
"Take off the mask, okay?" Qin Yu glanced at the sweat under Xian Wuyou's mask and said softly. Xian Wuyou did not wear a mask at the beginning. It was after that time that she put on the dark gold mask.