In the small town, a man in his early twenties, carrying a long sword on his back and a young face filled with endless confusion, sat down. At this time, he straightened out his faded cloth and took out a rusty sword from his back.
The long sword, looking at the bright light in the eyes of the long sword turned from bright to dark,
"Hey, sir, do you want to have a few drinks or fill up your hunger?"
The man moved his slender fingers with his fingertips, flicked the dust off the sword, and said softly:
"A bowl of wine."
After a few moments, the waiter took the earthen bowl and dragged a full bowl of mixed wine on the table. Ripples splashed in the small wine bowl, and the rising heat dragged up the white mist and dissipated in the air. The man's gaze
As the white mist rises, I look into the sky, but my eyes are full of blank sadness.
The man's name is Chang Ge and his surname is Su. His parents died when he was young, so he made a living by fishing with his elderly grandmother. Unexpectedly, the tide suddenly rose in the Wei River that day. Grandma's boat was parked in Penghu Bay. Grandma was worried that it would fall into the low tide.
Dam's small fishing boat was destroyed by the flood, and he rushed out in the wind and rain, but never came back.
That year, Su Changge was twelve.
The young children made a living by paddling the fishing boat that their grandmother sacrificed their lives to save. After three years of fishing, the fishing boat that had been with their grandmother for most of their lives was finally overwhelmed, and they stayed silent in the Wei River with their grandmother.
Su Changge got drunk alone that night, spent all his money to buy a long sword, and went on the road drunkenly.
I am going to look for the northern sects, bald monks, and wine masters that my grandma said. Grandma said that they can call the wind and rain, and revive the dead.
I want Wei Jiang to return my grandmother to me, even if I have to work as a cow and a horse for the rest of my life!
Su Changge's mind that night was completely filled with the image of her grandmother being reluctant to eat chicken and keeping it all to herself.
The hunched back figure stood on the boat, looking extraordinarily tall in the afterglow of the setting sun. The old man's face was always filled with a happy smile. It was the fish that exchanged eggs for his grandson.
I looked in the direction of the light, and my grandmother's familiar Penghu Bay followed the light for a long, long time. Until the end of the light, my grandmother disappeared into her own world, leaving only memories for me.
But now, Su Changge is back, full of confusion,
The middle-aged waiter wiped away the glistening beads of sweat on his forehead from his already black and yellow clothes before he stood up. The beads of sweat the size of soybeans were stained on his clothes, forming a painting with the subtitle of life.
Autumn is approaching, the chill is rising in the evening, and there are only a few people in the tavern. The waiter rubbed his hands that have become calloused by years of warming the wine, and also warmed himself a pot of small wine.
"Sir, would you mind drinking with us?"
Su Changge looked up at the man on the other side, who had an extremely ordinary face, and nodded lightly.
"Please."
The waiter looked at the man across from him. He was dressed in cloth and was sitting with a sword in his hand. He came to the city with a lot of dust, but there was still a touch of youthful spirit in his eyes. It was just from Su Changge's rusty long sword that he could see his dusty look.
The beauty of the world made me shake my head,
The waiter's eyes were also dark, and he said to himself: "Jianghu? Where are the rivers and lakes? It's just a thought that people have for the dream of rivers and lakes in their hearts."
Su Changge slowly raised his head and looked at the other person. His lips grew longer, but the words in his mouth were not spoken. He sighed softly, "Waiter, warm up two more pots of small wine..."
People like me, it’s not like no one tells me that the dream of Jianghu is just a dream in my heart, I always try to convince myself, but now, I have returned to my childhood hometown after so many years, what qualifications do I have to argue with others...
Jianghu, have I ever seen it before...
In the rivers and lakes, the sword master that my grandmother told me about since she was a child has been wandering for several years. I have never seen half a monk or knight, or even the dashing traveler that my grandmother spoke of.
Over the years, all I have seen is people running for a living, wielding swords for rights, fighting for territory, fighting for justice in their hearts, reaching out for the weak, children starving to death, brothers killing each other for money.
The tragedy is vivid in my mind,
He stood up slowly, picked up the long sword in his hand, and walked into the distance with endless hesitation and loneliness...
The waiter finished his work and looked back. Apart from the two cents of silver on the table, there was no trace of Su Changge. He shook his head and sighed softly,
How could we be in such contact with the world of Jianghu? If fate has not yet come, I might as well not touch it in this life...
From then on, a regular customer appeared in the tavern near the small town. He always carried a long sword on his back and a stream of fish.
In the morning, the sun had just revealed its white belly, and a ray of rays of rays of rays of pink light spread over the world. Su Changge sat down in the tavern as usual,
"Xiaoer, here we come."
Su Changge said, raised the fish in his hand, and sat down at the window seat.
Watching the guys from the Chamber of Commerce coming in and out, carrying goods with sweat on their backs, they have old fathers and children as old as themselves. Behind each of them are families, but I am alone.
, was born into this world, leaving no trace or memory to the world.
Even he didn't have a single friend, but for Su Changge, he was used to being alone, used to thinking alone, and living alone. One person was going against the sunshine, facing the darkness, and walking towards the dawn in his heart.
The only thing he yearns for is the world full of Jianghu spirit, to save his grandmother, but are there really Jianghu? He doesn't know...
The waiter knew that Su Changge didn't like to talk much, so he put down a bowl of meat and a bowl of steaming wine, and looked out the window from a distance.
The steaming heat of the small wine is still the same as when I first saw it.
"The streets are closed today. Let's go quickly after finishing the wine. Princess Luo, who is currently under imperial power, will pass through this place."
Su Changge nodded and raised the wine bowl in his hand, "Drink some?"
The waiter looked at Su Changge's invitation, which he had not seen for many years, patted his shoulder gently, and said with a smile, "Drink."
Looking at the long sword behind Su Changge, he shook his head secretly. This silly boy, what's the sword on his back? This is obsession...
When Su Changge picked up his luggage and walked out of the tavern, there were not many people visible outside. Only a few vendors were pushing their carts and running to the side. Suddenly, there was a crisp sound of footsteps behind him. Su Changge heard that
Sheng looked over, and a smile appeared on his cold cheeks,
"Uncle Qi, why do you come so far here?"
Su Changge looked at the old man with a cane and hurriedly helped him. When his grandmother was alive, he and Uncle Qi were next-door neighbors and lived together by the river in the south of the city. Due to the perennial floods, people moved to the north of the city one after another. Over time, this time,
When I returned home, only I and Uncle Qi lived in the south of the city.
"Oh, why don't you give me so much fish? I can't eat it, so let's exchange it for some meat."
The old man smiled and nodded, looking at himself kindly. His eyes were so similar to those of his grandmother. Su Changge was stunned for a moment.
"I can't use your fishing boat in vain. Just ask me to take it back for you next time. I'll be there anyway."
The old man looked up at the young man in front of him and chuckled: "Okay, okay, I just don't know how my boy is doing now. I haven't come back to see him for so many years."
As Uncle Qi spoke, a few tears appeared in his cloudy eyes.
Su Changge's nose felt sore, and he looked at the old man's trembling body. When he left, Uncle Qi was still a strong-willed middle-aged man, but now his body has completely collapsed in the past few years.
When he left, Uncle Qi's son Qi Yun volunteered to join the Luo army and fought in the north and south. Uncle Qi waited and waited, but all he got was a general's order and a silver sword, which he might have grown up with when he was a child.
Brother Qi Yun didn't come back as scheduled, so this is the meaning of parting.
Su Changge sniffed hard and patted the old man's back gently, "Brother Qi Yun is fine, he will be back."
Uncle Qi didn't answer. Su Changge watched the light in the old man's eyes getting darker and darker. He felt as if the oxygen in his heart had been drained. He took a few deep breaths to feel better.